Bonfire Heart

Two young musicians of twenty-two travelling around the world in the search for a place to belong. a blog by the ems OC || +18 || NSFW content || All-fandom || Read rules & about || tag: ofmusicism

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{ & like this for a nathan starter }

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The Pokemon cards were the main thing Flip remembered about Nathan – sure, there’d been other things, but that’s what had stood out to him the most. Then he was reminded what he’d done to said Pokemon cards. Ah. “Yeah… about that. I’m sorry?” He gave a somewhat cocky smile as he spoke. “Please, try not to hold that against me. I mean… I’ve grown as a person since then; I no longer flush little kids’ Pokemon cards down the toilet any more. Your Pokemon cards are safe now.”

“I’d be pretty darn glad to hear that if I still owned any of those, but... apology accepted.” After all, it seemed pretty stupid for Nathan to keep on resenting something that had happened who knew how many years back, especially considering everything that had happened since. “So you’ve redeemed yourself, that’s pretty good news -- Also, it’s kinda funny how you’ve changed and... at the same time, not at all. I would have recognized you from a mile away, all grown up and everything.”

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No tuvo otra opción que dejarla pasar, esperando la chica con la que estaba se mantuviera dormida, sin embargo, como si le hubiese llamado, escuchó su voz desde la habitación, miranda a la chica frente él con la boca abierta. Mierda. — Emily… solo… — se pasó mano por el pelo — Recoge tus cosas y… sal, por favor — dijo más opción — Hablaremos luego ¿de acuerdo? lo siento. — a pesar de que ambos habían quedado amigos, aún era extraño para Tobias, lidiar con la mirada chica, sobretodo en aquella situación. 

-- ¿Sabes qué? No me expliques nada. -- Emily pidió con una sonrisa forzada, haciendo un gesto con la mano que sugería un intento de tapar aquel incómodo momento con una metafórica cortina. Muy metafórica aparentemente, ya que dudaba que fuera suficiente para eliminarla de su memoria. Sin embargo, la joven se obligó a verse despreocupada. -- Tú y yo ya no... Ya sabes, ya no nos debemos explicaciones. -- Habiendo dicho esto, tomó su mochila y aclaró su garganta. -- Déjalo así, ¿de acuerdo?

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“Sounds fascinating,” Christina smiled. “Aww, that’s sweet of you.”

“Uh, I guess it is -- It would depend on your definition of fascinating.” Nathan crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, well, I figured I wasn’t gonna be around to see the little guy a lot, but... at least I wanted to be there when he was born, so.”

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"Watch out, babe, I'll take care of this."

Meme || ACCEPTING

❝ Yeah, thanks but no thanks – I’ve got it. ❞

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xmyosotis:

“You sure? Looked like you needed a li'l help there.”

“You sure? Looked like you needed a li'l help there.”

“Well, clearly you looked wrong, because I’ve totally got this-- Just... can’t be bothered to do it right now.”

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“oh...” [nate]

Meme || ACCEPTING

super drunk and/or high

❝ I love you so much, man, you know that? You gotta promise me that we’re always gonna be friends. PROMISE ME! ❞

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xlucidia:

ofmusicism:

“Dude! Dude, I’m not drunk! I had, like… I had like… wait, how many fingers am I holding up?”

he nudged him slightly, shaking his head “you need to go home dude, you’ve had enough.”

he nudged him slightly, shaking his head “you need to go home dude, you’ve had enough.”

“no, no, no, c’mon!” nathan protested, shaking his head and refusing to abandon his seat. “c’mon, we’re having fun!”

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    ❝Because that’s not weird.❞

❝ Hey, you want my phone number? That’s my price. ❞

[brilliantlybeloved]

[tana-the-dreamchaser]

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Sexual Sunday Starter ~

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“Another night…” He whispered into Nathan’s lips, but then slowly started to kiss his way down,not minding the body hair at all. “You don’t want to?”

“Oh--” Nathan commented as he leaned back on the mattress again, allowing the other to kiss his way down as he found himself looking up at the ceiling. “Oh, no, no, no, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just-- I don’t know what I’m gonna be doing in, like, a week from now.”

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“Yes. My mom still lives there.” She hadn’t been to visit for a while. “I still listen to Top 40 radio, but sometimes when I really need to relax, I turn to Martin and Sinatra.” She looked over at him and smiled. “Ever been to Vegas?”

“Isn’t it awesome how everyone’s got, like, these two or three artists they only turn to on a special occasion?” There were several facts about music that Nathan found fascinating and yet was aware the rest of the world couldn’t care less about any one of them. “Once, on my brother’s bachelor party. Don’t remember much of it, to be completely honest.”

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Felicity began to walk, a small bounce in her step as she began. “Well,” she started, biting the inside of her cheek. “I listen to a lot of Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra. My dad listened to it a lot, at least from what I can remember. Living in Vegas…I think it made him feel like a gangster.”

“Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra? That’s amazing!” Never had he expected to hear her mention those two artists out of all she could have brought up. “Wait, wait, wait-- are you telling me you lived in Vegas? ‘Cause that would be even more amazing than you liking Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.”

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“oh...” [nate]

Meme || ACCEPTING

super drunk and/or high

❝ I love you so much, man, you know that? You gotta promise me that we’re always gonna be friends. PROMISE ME! ❞

[ofmusicism-blog]

“okay dude i promise! you are so wasted..”

“Dude! Dude, I’m not drunk! I had, like... I had like... wait, how many fingers am I holding up?”

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Sexual Sunday Starter ~

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“Well….this is really fun, don’t you think?” He asked him as their lips slowly worked and fit together. “Do you want a repeat another time?”

Nathan pulled back for a moment, having a hard time focusing on both things at once. “Repeat as in... like, what we’re about to do, repeat? Or doing it again with some other night, repeat?”

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“Yeah. Well, not novels or anything—I’m a journalist. Actually, I can write a piece about you, if you’re up for it. It’d be nice to write about some local talent for a change.” Iris smiled apologetically when Emily cringed—not unexpectedly, but still. “Hey, I’m all about technicalities. I’ve gotten out of a lot of messed due to those,” she joked before mirroring the other woman and crossed her arms, trying to look tough. “And I don’t kid. If you’re woman enough, let’s go.”

“Wow, you’re a journalist, that must be so exciting. Which would you say has been the most exciting story you’ve written so far?” Having always been interested in writing fiction herself, Emily had always wondered what she might have been missing out by not writing about real life. “A piece about me? Are you sure? I mean, who would wanna read that?” She brushed a lock of her hair away from her face and behind her ear. “Girl, I’m woman enough, lead the way.”