#“i'm sick and tired of writing songs about you” moment

[halojalex]

time bomb is probably also a jalex song tbh

[thekissofaphrodite]

Hiii im absolutely in-love with your writing and I was wondering if you could do Clarisse X daughter of Hecate (ive seen a few fics of this dynamic and as a child of Hecate and someone who has a massive crush on clarisse I love seeing works like those lmao)

THIS IS AMAZING OML. TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!! THIS IS SO FUN TO MAKE <33

Black Magic

Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Hecate!Reader

Summary: Brewing potions and matchmaking is a fun but not much fun as admiring the infallible Clarisse La Rue.

Warnings: KISSING. (i noticed that almost all of my requests had this warning :P )

Author's Note: I'M BACK WITH MY LAPTOP! AND I'LL TAKE A DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL SINCE IM TIRED FROM TRAVELING BUT HERE I AM! I DO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS.

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You loved the smell of brewing potion.

As a child of Hecate, you and your half siblings were often known as witches and matchmakers at camp. But still, some campers looked you in the eye and would call you a freak, Boasting about how their godly parent were part of the olympians, pointing at your mother's lack of place beside the Olympians.

Still, you've got a queue of campers (Mostly girls) waiting outside your cabin, The first ones left your workshop with a big smile on their faces or clutching their best friend whispering excitedly.

you and your siblings don't exactly share the same power for your mother had blessed you with different, but divine powers, and sure enough, you got foreseeing.

But some also left with a distraught expression and muttering a string of curses at you...It's not your fault that that their crushes aren't interested in them! You're just a fortune teller!

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"B-but this is a mistake! I love Presley! your magic is wrong!" Cried a girl from the aphrodite cabin, tears streaming down her cheeks, smudging her mascara, You gave her a sympathetic look before sighing.

"That's not what it said here..." You looked down at your cauldron with purple-ish pink bubbling liquid, The Boy, who you assumed was presley, had another girl in his arms, twirling her around as they dance into a romantic song. The aphrodite girl stormed away furiously, purposely knocking down several of your stacked candles and jars full of ingredients.

Then, You saw the girl bump into someone, It was Clarisse. The girl frowned, but then gulped when she saw Clarisse staring back at her.

The moment Clarisse saw you, her eyes soften a little bit, her lips curling into a smile as she watched you get flustered.

"Hey"

"Hey" You blushed as you hid your face in a book.

"Can i try?" Clarisse asked.

"Try what?" You raised your brow, staring at her carefully, The cauldron separating you two in between.

"That fortune potion thingy, I wanna know who i'd end up with" Her words made your heart break a little bit, You had a big crush on clarisse la rue the moment you stepped inside camp, and now here she is, you crush asking you to foresee her future with someone else.

You swallowed your disappointment and anger before nodding, your face frowning a little bit as you set your book down and grabbed a pair of scissors.

"I need a piece of your hair" You said, Clarisse then grabbed the scissors and cut a decent amount of hair.

She watched you carefully, her brown eyes glinting with admiration as you recited latin and greek spells before dropping her hair into the cauldron, the smoke started rising and the liquid started bubbling, at first, you thought your eyes deceived you, you saw yourself with clarisse, sitting under a tree your back leaned against hers as you two laughed, hands intertwined as the sun rays hit you two.

you became breathless, your body stiff, Clarisse was confused, her dark brows raised as she scanned your expression.

"Oh my gods, please don't tell me it's Chris Rodriguez" She said, she secretly hoped it would be you, the thought of chris rodriguez and her being all lovey dovey made her sick.

When she peaked into the cauldron, She felt victory, joy, ecstasy she couldn't describe it. Every happy emotions filling her as she watched herself and you in the cauldron, laughing while kissing each other's cheeks lovingly.

You became speechless while watching Clarisse's eyes beam with joy, You two stared at each other for a moment before the Ares girl took the matters to her hands and kissed you.

It took you a moment to process what's going on. Then you find yourself kissing her back, pulling her closer as her breasts pressed against yours.

You two were then interrupted by the sound of the door opening, you two quickly pulled away and stepped back. Clarisse pretended to look around while you improvised some words to save you and Clarisse from being caught.

Your half sister, Lou Ellen looked at you and Clarisse before going to her trunk, rummaging into her things.

"I'll have your strengthening draught ready by tomorrow" You blurted at clarisse, You looked at her and she stared back before nodding.

"Of course" She whispered.

As she left, You saw her wink at you cheekily before closing the door.

"What's that ares girl doing here?" Lou Ellen asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all" You whispered, still feeling her lingering touch.

A/N: THIS IS AMAZING OMG!!! I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE IT MORE WITCHY AND STUFF BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!

[xcziel]

Are You Sure thoughts (i'm certain there will be more)

JIMIN'S THIGHS

jk ultra competent "let's get it. let's go" vibes

jimin rolls his shorts over at the waist when he wants them shorter just like the sorority girls in college

the BICKERING

jk hostess twinkie sponsorship when???

also boy do they like avocado

jimin water baby confirmed

they drove about equally? not on the bike but otherwise they shared

yoongi sleepy voice "what?" 😂

jk hanging up after 30 seconds what even

chef jk!!!

MMA joke explained!

also very possible reason for them being given lots of room for subsequent sleeping

hiking in slides???? i was afraid he was gonna fall off that log and hurt himself

jm needs mosquito repellant sponsorship actually

every time i wanted their lonely leftover fries so bad

jk coughing 🥺🥺 poor baby

both of them*very* conscious of the audience and addressing the camera

jk is so organized! but impulsive in the moment - SUPER relatable

the film quality!!! every place looked amazing! even the store parking lots lol. connecticut about to have the best tourist season ever

jk looked SO HAPPY on the bike

both of them thrilled to be out in the open air/nature

when they play fight jk serious about boxing form and jm resorting to wrestling and leg holds (which- with his leg strength...)

i am envying jk's suitcase packing like .. damn that is perfect folding

we really did get a bit of a mukbang - SO. MUCH. EATING.

DOMESTICITY OFF THE CHARTS

jm just constantly doing bits and making up little songs and weird sounds

BOTH of them just "yes and"-ing each other until they crack up

i am american and just the familiarity of the places and people with jikook dropped in the middle was mind-blowing. when they get out if they start this up again (which sounds like the intention) i have to beg for them to come to texas

impromptu forest seven mv! jm parking lot dance moves! (with the wet asphalt stripes even!)

saying he's gonna starve himself after 🥺 like i sincerely think these trips are the only reason he didn't waste away he was so busy tired and then sick too

jm so much like my mom, like turning on the seat heater in the 86F car?

but then jk kept getting wet and then going in air-conditioned places? y'all. i'm glad they ate outside so much in that case hah

jimin's fluffy *hair* 😍 (the bed hair! lol)

jk music critique and advice hour! and he is RIGHT jm *should* growl more

feeding the staff! they are the sweetest 🥰

also i appreciated the explanation about what each is trying to do with their music

jk: i want to showcase my voice and singing talent in a variety of styles

jm: i like writing songs but it takes longer for me

[nottivagos]

HELLOOO!! Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Thursday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

Rockstar!Daniel Ricciardo who gets a little jealous at a rumour that his lovely Popstar!Reader is cheating on him, then alleviates the stress with... an amp?!

an: NESSA BARRETT. this is all your fault. going into this fic, i thought "hey, let me listen to nessa barrett for a bit, pornstar is a pretty good song!" THEN I FOUND S.L.U.T.?! im sorry but it just SCREAMED this idea.

Daniel was sick and tired of this bullshit. He knew he'd taken a risk by dating a popstar, but he was able to overcome the knowledge that sleazy gossip magazines would be like vultures on him all the time.

Eyes glued to his phone, the grip tightening as he read each headline with growing irritation. You'd been allegedly sleeping with a collaborator featured on your latest album, blurry pictures of you two together outside a nightclub ‘disclosed’ and plastered on the front pages.

He shoved his phone into his pocket with an annoyed grunt, ignoring the buzzing notifications from his manager with gritted teeth. Trying to clear his head, he held his guitar in a death grip, attempting to strum— or at least make some noise to distract him from the social media crisis happening.

On the other hand, there was you, basking in the morning of a new found freedom after a hard slog to produce your own music for the past 5 months. You hadn't had a morning to laze about for a while, and you knew that Danny would be busy trying to compose something, so you made your way to his little home studio.

Soft footsteps entered the room, signalling Danny to snap his head up, brown eyes staring like daggers at you. Tossing his guitar back onto its stand, he strode over to you, tense and irked.

“Are you fucking someone else?” his voice was an irritated growl, jaw locking tightly into place as he looked at you with that piercing, dark hazel gaze. “Answer me,” the tone of his voice was dangerous.

“No.” Your voice calm and collected as you replied, swallowing the small, sour lump forming in your throat. “I'm not.”

“Then why the hell is your ass all over those stupid gossip mags, posing you like a cheating whore?” He words bit, each syllable striking like a sharp gash of a knife on your skin, the intensity of his anger suffocating you, silencing you.

“It's just a rumour, Daniel.” The full name flowing bitterly off your tongue twisted the knife deeper, as he gripped your neck, engulfing it with one hand. “Did that hit a nerve?” you jabbed again, “Didn't realise full naming you had such a dramatic effect.” Your poison spoke whilst smirking, as he pinned you firmly against the wall.

Despite the cocky demeanour, you were boiling inside. Adrenaline pumped through your veins in the heated moment, the bubbling heat pooling down, creating a slick heat as Danny's eyes flared with rage.

Hot, ragged breath fanned onto your face, Danny's flushed cheeks radiating anger and pent-up stress. “Do you understand the stress this is bringing me, huh?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he let go of the vice of a grip he had on your throat. “Do you?” barking angrily, lips dangerously close to your own.

“No, Danny, I don't.” a whisper escaped your glossy lips, nose nuzzling closer to his. “Are you angry at me?” the sweetness of your pretty voice drawled off your tongue, plump lips pouting, teasing the distance between you.

An annoyed grunt was your response, chapped lips crashing onto your perfectly kept ones immediately after. Moaning softly into Danny's mouth, his tongue intertwined with yours, your shared saliva mingling together.

A distinct line of saliva connected both of you together, lips pulling away for a brief moment. “You're torture,” he gruffly panted, rage simmering underneath his large, brown eyes, “pure fucking torture.”

Wrapping a firm hand around your wrist, he yanked you across his music studio with a swift tug, treading across the scattered wires and other various equipment. He gave you a firm but gentle shove forward, pushing your chest flush against the amp.

A large hand tangled in your hair, wrapping it tightly into a makeshift ponytail, whilst the other gripped your curved hip, holding you in place. An abrupt tug of your locks made a yelp escape your lips, back arching so your round ass stood high in the air.

Letting go of your hair, fingertips trailed down your spine to the hem of your dress, already riding up your curve, pushing it up to reveal your soaked panties, the cold gush of air against your slick heat causing you to gasp.

Hooking two fingers underneath your underwear, he pulled them down to your ankles. “So fucking wet for me already, huh?” his voice was dark, kneading the bare flesh with his palms.

You bit your lip, suppressing a small gasp, rubbing your thighs together for some friction. Danny, however, had other plans. One hand came in between your legs, splitting them open again.

“Danny—” you were cut off by the harsh crack on your ass, causing you to yelp and your knees to buckle.

“You want to whore around, huh?” He growled into your ear, one hand wrapping around your neck again. “Cause me all this stress,” he muttered as he slapped again, a red handprint revealing on your asscheek, “ruin my reputation. You deserve some kind of punishment for that.”

Whining, your cunt dripped, a few overflowing juices trickling down your thighs onto the amp below. Danny responded with an unamused tut, followed by the clinking of metal dropping onto the floor and a faint zipper.

He let his slacks fall to the floor, rubbing his clothed erection against your wet hole, making your hips buckle and thighs tremble.

“Needy girl.” He drawled out the degrading comment, pulling down his boxers to let his hardened length spring free. Teasing the tip at your slick folds, you whined again, face flushed with the electricity shooting through your body from the sexual anticipation.

Calloused hands cupped your hips, grabbing them as Danny's erection thrusted deep into your cunt, stretching it open.

“So fucking tight f’me, aren't ya,” he groaned, pounding into your ass like a horny teenager, thrusts erratic and uncomposed. “Taking me so well,” he grunted breathlessly, your sweet moans filling the room as you raced your release.

“D-Danny, please—” you whined, mind fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure, hips moving and jerking with Danny's erratic movements, as your thighs began to tremble, gripping onto the amp until your knuckles went white, “I’m gonna—”

“Then come,” he spat, chasing his own release with gritted teeth, “come all over my cock.”

In one final thrust, you let go, pussy walls fluttering and clenching around Danny's cock. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as back arched in pleasure, feeling your release pool out of you like a waterfall.

Danny wasn't far behind, burying his hard length inside as thick ropes of cum painted your walls white, a large, guttural groan leaving his lips.

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he pulled out of you, watching his cum overflowing out of your ass, dripping down your bare flesh. Quickly, he pulled up his trousers and boxers, revelling in the twitchy, messy state you currently were in.

Pulling out his phone from his back pocket, he flashed a photo of your leaking cunt, your combined juices trailing down your thighs with a low chuckle.

“Maybe I'll send this to one of those magazines to show them how much of a slut you are for me.”

danny is infiltrating my every thought. is this a curse, or blessing perhaps? maybe the filth is a drug. we'll never know... unless you send me your dirtiest thoughts for an edition in my notebook.. your choice though.. - notti <3

[callistocalavarni]

shifting to the 60s

hii I havent posted in a while, I've been trying re group from multiple shifts while getting my life back in order but I think I'm back.. Anyway I have a bunch of stories from so many places I'd like to share and im currently working on how I want to post them. But I don't see a lot of storytimes so I think it would be fun to share some. So i'm gonna rant about some shorter ones here.

shifting with sleep paralysis

I wanted to talk about this shift because it stuck out to me and I can't stop thinking about it.. I had shifted about 2 times in the span of 30 seconds. For a whole week back in October I was waking up at 3-5 am in the morning without being able to go back to sleep. So as you can guess I woke up at around 4 am and was restless. At around 6 am I got tired again so I started my method and I know people say that symptoms don't exist but in the time that I have shifted all I can say is that I disagree.. Anyway, one moment I was saying affimations and then the next I woke up all tingly and in a weird sleep state I've never been in before. I didn't even say to myself I wanted to shift I just did. It was like my mind was on autopilot. Didn't say affimations, didn't go through my script in my head, didn't even try to use the 5 senses. I just started seeing myself in 1st person and what I would be doing in my dr without any forethought and shifted. The first shift, I was on a track running with a couple of men and we all were wearing 60s running wear. I had an orange and red tank top with matching orange shorts. It had felt like there was an orange filter in this reality.. if that makes sense. I was on the track about to run and I just recall looking around laughing.

When I shifted to this moment its like I felt my consciousness leave my body; Which is the weird part because I've never really experinced this before. It felt like I was being pulled up by something and all I could hear was constant noise. I don't even know what noise I was hearing it was like someone was screaming right in my ear or veryyy loud ringing/static. The noise was SO loud. I was in the middle of sprinting when I shifted back because I thought I was the one making the noise, I thought I was screaming..Thankfully it was not me. But When I came back I was still In that state and I could look around me but my eyes were still closed. It's like I was seeing everything from a different perspective. There was a spider crawling on my wall right next to me when I shifted back so I freaked out and the noise got even louder ! The spider was leaving black spots all over my wall,, I could not figure out what was going on in the moment ( when I was writing this in my journal I figured out it was sleep paralysis ) It felt like I was tripping on a bunch of pain killers when I shifted back. I still couldn't move so I shifted again to the same reality but this time I was in the shower... the noise got even louder. The noise made it feel like a bad trip and I ended up shifting back here to try and stop it. It took my like an hour to get out of sleep paralysis. Unlike the method, this reality was very enyjoyable. It felt like a Nina Brodskyaya song, I lived alone and I was successful. I think I worked at a cigarette company, which is ironic because I hate smoking. But I don't know for sure as I didn't stay long enough to find out.

Lumari is a country I scripted, Forlina being one of its nations.

This reality was late 70's early 80's and one of my favorite drs. I stayed here for about a year. I was in Forlina living in an all girls home. Forlina gives free housing to students so I moved out of my parents house to start collage. About six girls are given a room to share together, don't worry they are pretty big. I loved our room. It had big sliding windows that gave a view of the tropical forest. We each had sunken in beds, some girls who were home sick shared beds for a couple of weeks. It took me a while to get use to the amount of noise in the morning. There was this one girl who would blast music on the radio while getting ready. I only had to worry about this sometimes because I woke up pretty early. Art was one of my classes and the professer would make the class times either 7 am or 9 pm which also took me some time to get use to. idk the guy was kind of weird. I rode my bike everywhere here. I miss being able to ride down a bike trail and see the ocean. I've been thinking about shifting back here for some time. I might post more about this reality in more detail later.

<3

[flowery-mess]

Matt filling in for your drummer

So I'm seeing all this Matt content today, not that I'm complaining. I was at a concert tonight and ugh I love a good female artist, BUT it sparked an idea in my little head...

I was giggling and kicking my feet in the air while writing this I hope you like it as much as I do

You as a singer are under Sumerian

That's how you met with Matt

Small talks led to a date

And dates led to a commited relationship

Sometimes it was hard with both of you being in the music industry and traveling for work

It's usually Matt away for months and when he comes back, you're leaving for your tour the next day

That's why Matt agreed to acompany you and your band and crew on your next tour in Europe

You being small singer, not as famous as BO, having concerts at small venues made it easier for you two travel and explore European cities together

Matt is touring with you as a your partner, he's not supposed to work

But he can't help it

He's always at the sound corner discussing with your sound tech that everything is ready

Which makes your sound tech uncomfortable, but you know Matt means well, he just wants everything to go perfectly so you don't have to worry and just enjoy performing

You enjoy this time spent together

And you really don't want Matt to work when he's supposed to enjoy his time off

But it wouldn't be your luck if everything went smoothly

Your drummer got sick, food poisoning

He really tried to work through it, but he was miserable

And who else can play drums?

Matt

When he saw you coming to him with your puppy face on, he knew you're going to ask him for something

"Can you play the drums for me tonight, please?"

And who could say no to your sad face

He didn't have to think about it, of course he's going to help in any way he can

He doesn't show it, but he's really excited about sharing the stage with you

He loves watching you perform, but oh to perform with you, he can't wait

He always gives you a kiss for good luck before the show, but tonight you kiss him for good luck back

The crowd cheers as your guitar player and Matt make their way to their spots

And they cheer even louder when you get behind the mic

After first few songs you make pause for a small talk

"So, sad thing happened earlier today, our drummer Josh got sick and he couldn't play with us tonight, but we found someone else, someone as good as Josh is, and I'm happy to introduce you my boyfriend behind the drums, please give a big applause for Matt Dierkes who saved this show tonight!"

You knew he's going to hate you for putting him on the spot later, but you could see his big smile when he waved at the crowd who cheered for him

You then continued with the show, enjoying every moment

You and Matt kept stealing glances at each other

You always dance on the stage, but tonight you danced infront of the drums a bit longer, watching Matt with adoration in your eyes

You love seeing him being passionate about something

But you also love seeing him play drums because it made him even more attractive

His arms, do I need to say more (I mean look at that last picture)

He has big arms and he wears short sleeves that show his muscles flex when he's hitting the drums

He has sweat on his forehead

When you make an eye contact with him, it sends shivers through your whole body, especially between your legs

You have to stop turning around to face him, because you're not going to finish the show with that view

After the last song all three of you walk off the stage and share a big hug

After this day filled with stress, because of the complications, everyone is tired and leaves the venue as soon s they can

Which means you and Matt are the last ones in the backstage room

"You're so hot on stage every time, but this view from behind the drums-" he stopped to place his hand over his heart "that's something I could get used to every single time." with that he put his hand around your thigh and pulled you down in his lap

You put your hands around his neck, leaning your forehead to his

"You can't imagine how many times I had to clench my thighs together just from the look of you on that stage tonight." you whispered in his ear which sent shivers down his neck

He placed his hands on your hips, giving you hint to start moving your hips

So you did, along with a moan that sent shivers down his neck once again

"Remind me what time does the bus leave?" he asks before attacking your neck with his lips

"They can wait." you moaned with your head thrown back giving him more space on your neck

And in fact, everyone on the bus had to wait that night

[lovelykil]

headcanons─

: ➛killua

hc; s/o who is in a band

note; was requested (^_^) also lord have mercy I was listening to type o negative while writing this and him playing the guitar⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ I'm going to start foaming at the mouth

“you're in a band? That's kinda cool.”

you're in a band? Why didn't you tell him sooner?

doubts your words at first when you tell him but when he realizes you're serious he's like 🧍 "wait deadass?"

when he sees you play for the first time it's like he's fallen for you again, he's so astonished.

tbh I see killua in a band as well when he's like 16 or smth.. maybe an au idea 🤭

I knowww that boy goes home later that day to brag that you're in a band to gon.

all like

"hell yeah my girlfriend is in a band, isn't that so cool?" He leans against the kitchen counter, smiling proudly. Gon nods, sipping on his drink whilst kurapika who happened to be in the same room, grumbles as he folds his arms.

"killua you've said this about 7 times within the spam of 2 minutes, we get it."

"yeah but like she's in a band, isn't that so co–"

"killua."

"alright finee." kil leans himself off the surface, starting to walk away but he made one last comment with a smirk.

"she's in a band you know? Like my.. girlfriendd—"

"alright that's it." kurapika starts to motion turns the silverette, his eyes taking a shade of red.

everyone is tired of hearing him brag about it.. gon is supportive but even that ravenette is finding it kinda old 😔

If you play at any concert or maybe just at home best know that mf is gonna be there, loves watching you play.

doesn't admit it though.. of course.

but you always catch a glimpse of his love-sick gaze when you look up at him, he is not slick 🧏🏾‍♀️

most times when you finish the song or practice he tells you shit like

"It wasn't as bad as I thought."

"you were kinda late on the beat."

"you don't suck but aren't the best either."

"wow, you are such a supportive boyfriend.

"I know right"

"fuck you"

he's an asshole 😒

but he does really enjoy watching you play, you look so cool and thinks your band members are pretty cool aswell.

Imagine this if you will.. 🤗

kil plays the guitar or at least knows (mobage cards) and he's just giving you some tips on how to play (if you play the guitar) you're a little suspicious of the silverette but you agree anyway.

I mean it's good to know tips right?

"and then guide your fingers like this to make it sound like... this." with his hand on top of yours he helps you guide your digits against your instrument. You're on his lap, leaning against his chest, while he tells you this information right to the side of you.

you shift on him, holding the guitar in a better position in your hold as you scoff, snickering in the moment as well.

"I know how to play the guitar killua."

"yeah but you could be better." He messes with the tuning. You roll your eyes playfully and leap off his lap with your guitar.

"alright asshole, how about you play? Show me what you got pretty boy." You hand over the instrument with a teasing smirk. You could see a faint blush cover his pale face but he gladly accepted the instrument and held it in his grasp.

you stand with your arms folded, waiting for him to 'amaze' you. You've actually never seen him play even though he claims to. You wanted to see if he wasn't bluffing.

he thinks for a moment then looks up at you, his determined sapphire eyes stare back into yours.

"you sure? Don't wanna make feel stupid or something." He teases.

"just play the damn thing." With your approval he shrugs and begins to play.

he played a familiar song of arctic monkeys; do I wanna know?

he played for a good minute but it felt like years.. he played so effortlessly.. so damn well. How?? The hell??

he played that electric guitar so well you wanted to ask for his hand in marriage right in this garage.

once he was done he shook his wrist, trying to shake off the pain from playing with his fingers. You stood infront of him with your mouth open, you weren't jealous of his skill, no..

very much the opposite.

"crap now my fingers hu—"

"I think I want to marry you."

"HUHH?!"

[bassettmemes]

MY FAVORITE MAGGIE ROGERS SONGS; a sentence meme. ↳ literally just a self-indulgent meme of lyrics from my favorite songs.

"the forest is dark and i'm wide awake, not sleeping."

"the road to my heart is stark, but i'm alive."

"which way would you run if you were looking through my glass eyes?"

"i was born to daylight with twilight tangled in the sky."

"the morning light will warm my tired bones."

"say your heart, it wrote me letters all the time."

"say it sealed them up and with your breath did sign them all away."

"say that your notes, they were no forgery, you meant them every line."

"you could cut my knees and leave me at the door, i'd still pick all your memories off our dusty floor."

"tell me how you are and i'll write a song for every feeling i can't name."

"we abided by the night, but there are darker things than the absence of light."

"we don't have to talk, leave your words in the city with your heavy thoughts."

"silence lays like lace around my mind."

"can you can recall that moment at all when we warmed up way last june?"

"but now I'm sick of the silence."

"the knife of insight tore its way in me."

"don't hit me up if you're feeling down."

"would you believe me now if i told you i got caught up in a wave?"

"would you hear me out if i told you i was terrified for days?"

"i couldn't stop it, tried to slow it all down."

"if you keep reachin' out, then i'll keep coming back."

"do you believe me now that i always had the best intentions, babe?"

"i'm praying to the headlights like i prayed to you."

"roll the windows down, kill the radio, i'd rather hear the wind than hear that song I'm supposed to know."

"you tell me that forever couldn't come too soon, i wanna lose my mind in a hotel room with you."

"all i've ever wanted is to make something fucking last."

"i started out trying to do what's right and lost it all in the middle of the night."

"one of these days, i'm gonna wake up smiling."

"remember the days we used to drive upstate singing indie-rock songs in the car."

"i was all the way in, you were halfway out the door."

"you were an animal making your way up the hill and i was going in for the kill."

"so you think you're on the right track, cruising on the bridge in your gray cadillac."

"you think it's easy? walking on the water like there's stepping stones."

"i'm so sick of dreaming."

"if you think that life without me's like a heart attack, take a long look in the mirror and be good with that."

"i could be your heron blue sky, i could be your white night lullaby."

"the hindsight's been the hardest part."

"cause i remember late september, your silhouette on blue wallpaper."

"you drew the line and pulled me under, but do you ever stop to wonder about me?"

"all of the things we pulled apart, i let it go, it doesn't matter."

"the seasons changed, it broke my heart."

" i will always remember you when we were dancing in the living room."

"i see it now who i was back then, so young and hungry."

"you loved me strong, and you were my friend when the world felt empty."

"i remember sentimental sleepless nights, i set the table, and just waited."

"i would have given every song i've ever written just to spend one day with you."

" when you think of me completely, i hope it doesn't freak you out."

"when you love somebody new, i hope you say it out loud."

[heehoonies]

🎀

One last thing,Heeseung loves smelling the other's pheromones

......... ur sick for this I'M TRYING TO WRITE [redacted] HEESEUNG AND U BRING ME THIS?? okay deep breaths everyone...... i am tweaking

also is this kinda off track from what u said? yes. but it's okay 🤭

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"heeseung, stop," jay tugs him away by his hair, prying the older man from his neck once more. "let me finish this and then i'm all yours to smell, okay?"

heeseung's impatience is visible to the untrained eye, leg bouncing wildly as his orange tinted tail swishes with annoyance and impatience. could he easily ask his other boyfriends and bury his nose in their scent gland? absolutely. but right now he needs jay, mostly because he's been busy all day and has barely seen him. not at all because he came home smelling faintly of a feminine scent, not at all.

now, does heeseung think jay would ever cheat? not at all, the thought has never even crossed his mind once. but the thought of his boyfriend smelling like someone who isn't heeseung sends him into a frenzy.

"jay," heeseung can feel himself about to hiss at his boyfriend, "i've been waiting all fucking day."

"heeseung," jay's tone is a warning as he glances at heeseung for a moment before returning to typing on his laptop, fingers rushing furiously around the keyboard. he doesn't want to be working while at home, their downtime is limited to begin with. but after their manager asked him to be a producer on this new song, finally entrusting such an honor on jay's shoulders, how could he come to work tomorrow unprepared for this new opportunity?

heeseung's tail flicks, the soft fur grazing along jay's exposed leg, a tantalizing feeling that heeseung knows gets jay going.

"fucking hell, heeseung," jay slams his laptop shut, rising to his feet suddenly. he crowds heeseung's space, pressing him up against the wall of jay's bedroom. "can't even be patient for me, huh? always have to be a little brat."

"it got your attention, didn't it?" heeseung smirks, leaning forward to bury his nose in jay's neck, to mark jay as his once more. jay avoids the movement, eyebrow cocking in confusion.

"why are you so obsessed with scenting me right now?"

heeseung's nose twitches as he eyes jay, defiance rushing through him. "i'm not obsessed with scenting you right now." heeseung argues, blood pumping wildly, "can't a man smell his boyfriend, or is that a crime, too? just like wanting your attention?"

jay scoffs, watching his boyfriend with a trained gaze, "what the fuck is going on with you right now?"

"nothing is 'going on with me'!" heeseung's voice raises for a moment. "why won't you let me smell you?!"

"just tell me why you're acting so weird and maybe i will!"

heeseung shakes his head, looking off to the side, suddenly feeling pinned down by jay's gaze. "just... just let me scent you, okay?"

"hee, why?"

"because you smell like someone else!" heeseung explodes, "and i'm sick of smelling her nasty ass perfume on you! i need you to smell like me again!"

jay sighs deeply, watching his boyfriend with a slightly relieved look. "now, was that so hard?" heeseung rolls his eyes as he brings his eyes to jay's once more. "you jealous, kitty?"

"i'm not fucking jealous, jay."

"sure you're not. so you'd be fine if i just... accidentally fell asleep before showering tonight? smelled like her in our bed and when i go to work tomorrow?"

heeseung's face begins to grow red, "what the fuck? no!"

"then admit it! you're feeling territorial."

heeseung heaves a deep sigh, jay's gaze watching his every move. "fuck... fine. i am tired of you smelling like anyone who's not me. are you fucking happy now? happy to hear that i'm jealous?"

jay shakes his head, chuckling lightly, "not happy, no. just wanted you to admit it to me and stop lying..." jay holds heeseung's face between his hands, gently caressing his cheeks before pressing a kiss to his frowning lips.

jay pulls away, tilting his head to bear his scent gland to heeseung. "go ahead, but make it quick. you're in big fucking trouble for acting like a brat."

[jongbross]

Hiiiiiiii 👋

Can you write a Baekhyun fic? I'm not exactly sure what I want, but... While listening to Demi Lovato's song, something came to mind...

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes, you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

I don't like school fics so maybe a best friend au.

She and Baekhyun are best friends, and the reader thinks she's far from his ideal type. She's been in love with him for years but she's insecure and either Baekhyun is too blind to see her feelings or the reader is a good actor.

She's a great girl, but she struggles to see her own potential... Baekhyun is everything to her, and she to him. Baekhyun had noticed her jealous behavior for a while and became suspicious. He even caught her crying once. When he put the pieces together, he understood everything. After faced her, the reader tried to run away from him, but Baek was fast enough to catch her immediately.

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 1256 genre: fluffy but also angst? warnings: swearing, jealousy, reader getting on beakhyun's nerves a/n: i'm back at writing requests!! thank you so much for your patience, i hope you enjoy this <3

"i think she's flirting with you", you told baekhyun, looking at the waitress that just walked by the two of you and shot baekhyun the prettiest smile she could manage.

"she's not", he denied, not even bothering to look back. "she's working on christmas eve, so i bet she's just trying to get a nice tip."

it was a tradition, at this point. you and baekhyun had spent the last four christmas together, as a sign of how strong your bond with each other was - either it was at bucheon with his family, abroad with your family, or just the two of you, like that moment.

for this one, sick and tired of being single (in baekhyun's words), he decided to take you too for dinner on the night before christmas. 'i won't be able to go to bucheon this year, so we should have a date night, and then sulk and eat leftovers while we open our presents at my house the next day', he had said, a month previous.

and of course you accepted. not only was baekhyun your best friend, but also the one you loved; like, actually loved.

there wasn't much you could do about it, to be honest. baekhyun had always seen you as a sibling, and that alone was enough to end any hope you could possibly have. on top of that, came the fact that he was just so... ethereal; baekhyun was the definition of a keeper, and any person who could have him was literally the luckiest person in the entire world.

"you can possibly think that every single person that smiles at you is just being polite, baek", you chuckled. "that's why you're single again..."

"does it bother you that i'm single?"

you tried your best not to choke on your drink as your brain screamed 'no, i actually love it' as an answer.

"i mean, i can call her over and ask her out...", he said, teasingly. "but you would spend christmas alone."

you just rolled your eyes at him, going back to your food and pretending like you weren't holding back a smile.

baekhyun kept the conversation going, as well. he told you about his family, how sad his mom was that she wouldn't see you that christmas; you told him about your plans for the next year, what you wanted to achieve.

cause, you see, talking to baekhyun was so easy, feeling seen was the biggest problem here. he could repeat every single word you had just said for the last hour, but could he see that you were wearing a new dress just for him? could he see that you got your nails done in his favorite color just for him? could he see that you were there, dying for him to love you back?

over your third glass of wine, the waitress came back to your table, the same pretty smile on her face.

"would the couple like to order some dessert?"

"we're not a couple", you instantly said, facing your glass.

taken aback by your answer, the waitress hesitated to turn to baekhyun, only to see him as surprised as her.

"um... no, not for now", he politely said. "can we get some water though, please?"

she hummed in response, before turning around to leave.

"wow, that was quite harsh", baekhyun faked a chuckle. "are you okay?"

"sure."

"are you really sure?"

"yes, baekhyun", you rolled you eyes. "she was just trying to check if you're single so she can keep flirting with you. all i did was give her the answer she was looking for."

baekhyun frowned, leaning into the table to take a good look at you.

"are you drunk already?", he laughed. "i mean, she just wondered if we were a couple, it's not that deep, y/n. we're together on christmas eve, it's-"

"no one would mistake us for a couple."

"what? why not?"

"because!", you exclaimed. at the corner of your eyes, you saw the said waitress coming again with a jar of water. she placed it on the table in front of baekhyun, and then proceeded to smile at him again before walking away. defeated, you sighed. "i am me, and you are you. nobody could ever think about us as a couple, so... i don't know, you can just give in and ask her out if you want to."

baekhyun scoffed at you, watching you as you took another big gulp from your wine. he silently took in your moves, the way you poured yourself some water and avoided his gaze.

"why are you jealous?", he finally asked after a minute or two of silence.

"i'm not jealous", you defended yourself.

"then look at me", baekhyun waited for you to finally look him in the eyes. "now tell me you're not jealous."

it was your turn to scoff, grabbing your glass of water and drinking a bit of it.

"this is stupid."

"yes, it is stupid", baekhyun agreed. "i think it's so stupid that even at christmas eve you won't admit why you're being jealous, that you'll only be petty and try to push me onto other girls. i don't want them."

you looked at him, damning him mentally for the way he was sitting at his chair, for the way his angry eyes made your heart flutter.

"i'm giving you the chance to be true to both of us, y/n. please, take it, and tell me why you are so jealous. i need to hear you say it."

"why?"

"because it's christmas eve, i'm at this beautiful restaurant with the most beautiful girl. you're wearing a new dress, wearing my favorite perfume, and you did your nails yesterday thinking about me, didn't you? don't think i didn't notice", he sighed, leaning into the table once again. "if we can't confess to each other right now, right here... then i truly don't think we ever will."

you kept staring at him, trying your hardest to keep your tears at bay so they wouldn't ruin your makeup. you felt like you were glowing, like your chest was now swallowing you deep into an ocean of something that you couldn't quite describe what it was, but if you had to take a shot, you would call it love.

"how long did you know?", you whispered to him.

"since your birthday", baekhyun replied. "but you're a good actress, i'll give you that."

you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief.

"i'm sorry...", you told him. "i'm so sorry. i'm pathetic."

"yeah, kind of", baekhyun joked, making you both laugh. "i'm just kidding. you don't have to sorry, if anything i should be the one apologizing. i've known for so long now, but my pride didn't let me say shit. i just kept pushing away every girl that came around, and praying that you would do the same to anyone who got close to you, waiting for you to confess. everyday felt like i was gonna have a heart attack."

you rolled your eyes. "who's pathetic now?"

he laughed out loud, eyes turning into big heart emojis as you looked at him. just as you were ready to speak, the waitress came up again, smiling at baekhyun.

"do you guys need anything?", she asked.

"yeah, um... could you bring me some chocolate ice cream, please? and for my girl...", baekhyun looked at you. the waitress followed his gaze, smiling at you just the same and, maybe, baekhyun was right all along - she wasn't flirting. "anything she wants, please."

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

You know I'm a TOG girly and lately I haven't been able to stop thinking about Lorcan or Fenrys with a singer/musician

If you get the reference you’re cool, I don’t make the rules.

Happy or sad?

All Lorcan wanted that night was to get drunk. Drown out the swirling thoughts. The betrayal. The anger. To disappear in the crowd buzzing around the tavern. To people watch from the corner. Quickly projecting his thoughts onto them. But he didn’t get to finish the first ale when his ears picked up on a burst of laughter that made something tingle deep beneath his skin. He looked up. Assessing the full room. Jumping from a face to a face but none seemed quite right.

The first strums of music made Lorcan turn to a completely new direction. And there you were. He usually hated it when others smiled. The fuzziness made him sick to his stomach. But there was something about you about your smile that had him hypnotized and if he could write it down to a lack of lovers as of late at the beginning it all fully crumbled as you upped your mouth and the most angelic voice filled his senses. Lorcan hadn’t heard a voice so soothing before.

His eyes followed you as you twirled around singing ancient fea songs, the sailors fighting the storms, the aches of love. He watched as you swirled around the different tables. Leaving the ones who were at your mercy with a mouth wide open. As much as he tried to fight it he couldn’t. Lorcan gripped his cup so hard he was convinced it would snap when you finally saw him there lurking.

And then you were there spinning and singing and you were everywhere. All around him. Inside his bloodstream. Your blazing eyes looking right through him. You reached up brushing his jaw as you sang about a soldier coming back from war. The battle wounds. As if every word was plucked from his life. As if you saw his sorrow.

He felt like a creep waiting out till the tavern cleared out. It was late and he knew that no one was technically allowed inside anymore but he still slipped back in. Catching a glimpse of your back as you washed the last glasses for the night. “We don’t sell anymore”, your voice made Lorcan jump slightly, he usually was a master of being undetectable. “I just…”, he cleared his throat, “I’m traveling by. Your singing was a nice escape tonight”. He couldn’t believe the words spilling through his lips but he knew he meant them. You halted, slowly putting the last of the glass down, reaching to dry your hands.

“The charm of the small town”, you shrugged with a slight smile, reaching out to pour him a drink but Lorcan was quick to stop you, “I don’t want a drink”. You looked back at him, the tired eyes. “I don’t sell myself if that’s what you’re after”, you crossed your arms over your chest. “No, Mother, no”, he quickly lifted his hands in defiance, “I want to hear you sing one more time”.

A pang of pain shoots through you as if the darkness of his eyes poured the suffering into you. “Pull up a chair then or do you prefer to stand”, you pointed towards the table. A light smile painted his features and something told you that he smiled rarely. You walked onto the stage on the side of the taverna, throwing your loose waves behind your shoulders.

“Happy or sad?”, your eyes locked back on him and you knew that looking away was gonna be so hard. “Sad”, he mused, running a hand over his stubble. “Careful, I will break your heart”, you tried to joke but his face stayed stone cold. “I would have to have a heart, to begin with, love”, he shrugged. A shiver ran through you. You nodded blinking rapidly for a moment as you let his words settle in. And then… then you sang.

[gxodnightkiss]

i was wondering if you have any ocs of just like make up a character for a story. if you do then maybe can you write please a submissive yandere boy who's your classmate that would do anything for you and is shy x dominant female/ gn reader ? t

You don't have to ofc i was just wondering sorry if this is super weird😂

pairing ; (yandere!) (submissive!) striker x (dominant!) (fem!) reader

warnings ; sexually suggestive content, profanity, slight gun play

note ; TYSM FOR MY FIRST ASK !!! i srsly appreciate it so much !! and your ask isn't weird at all ! unfortunately, i don't have any ocs rn but your ask inspired me to write a short helluva boss thing lol ! i rlly hope you like it–i notice you interacted with my last helluva boss work, and it made my week ! :']

also... the lyrics from this piece are from "blue" by leann rimes, and it is such an amazing song asdfghjkl,, i recommend listening to it while you read!

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blue.

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can't you be blue over me?

you turn your head away, refusing him the satisfaction of looking directly into your eyes. he raises one of his hands, his fingers carefully ghosting across your jawline, stuttering as they do–like he knows it's wrong for his skin to meet yours. they begin inching toward your lips, prompting you to pull away from him as much as your restraints allow. the coarseness of the rope digs into your wrists. you gasp, partly from pain but mainly from the discomfort of his touch against your skin: "don't touch me."

"play nice," striker lazily drawls. dropping his hand to his holster, he chuckles, leaning forward until you can feel his breath fanning across your face. hoarsely, he mumbles about how pretty and soft you smell; he relents, his posture straightening as he nods toward his hip.

"i can be mean when i want to be, honey," he says, emphasizing his words by tapping against his holster. dragging his fingertips over the bulge of his weapon, he continues, "don't make me be mean."

you clear your throat. "maybe i like mean."

three o'clock in the morning, / here am i, / sitting here so lonely, / so lonesome i could cry

narrowing his eyes, he watches your face, tail whipping behind him with a sharp crack. it continues to fidget as he unsheathes his gun, the glint of his gold tooth competing with how his revolver's silver barrel gleams underneath the dim light.

"admit you need me," he says, the severity of his voice getting caught in his throat; instead, a low, garbled whine falls from him, his words lilted with mean desperation. the barrel of his revolver grazes along your face, dragging it upward until he finally settles on your cheek, pressing it into the fleshiest part before spinning the gun's cylinder. as the cylinder moves, soft, muted clicks sound out, revealing all six chambers are full. the bullets peek at you from the corner of your eye–a moment disrupted as striker snaps the cylinder back into place with a single, well-practiced motion, the fluidity of which makes you shiver.

with a steady, unwavering stare, his gaze meets yours. "i can do this all night," he chuckles. "now, say it."

now that it's over, / i realize, / those weak words you whispered, / were nothing but lies

"no."

he stalls. striker's mouth twitches upward into a smirk, his shoulders relaxing as he lowers the gun slightly. holding it against your bottom lip, he lingers, hungrily watching as the plushness of your skin cushions the barrel. a low, pitchy noise rumbles in his chest at the sight; then, his pupils tremble, focus flitting between your mouth and his gun. he shakes his head.

"i'm sick and goddamn tired of you bein' in my head," he snarls through gritted teeth. to punctuate his sentence, he twists the opening of the revolver into the underside of your chin, the motion similar to how someone grinds a cigarette into an ashtray. "the way you sit there, lookin' at me the way you do–you need me."

"do i?"

blue, / oh, so lonesome for you, / why can't you be blue over me?

"i know you love me, darlin'," he quickly says, a thin trail of drool dribbling from his jaw onto his shirt, "yer just playin' hard to get." you snort.

"look at yourself," you say, disgusted. "you're pathetic."

arching your back against the tightness of the rope ("can't have you gettin' away, girlie," he'd said earlier), you huff, the chair you're tied to gently wobbling from side to side. still, as you're struggling, you don't allow him the opportunity to speak. "i-i bet you'd do anything to touch me," you muse, condescension honeying your voice.

"yes." the word comes out a quiet hiss. you can see how taut striker's muscles are underneath his jacket, how his fingers loosen and tighten around the revolver's handle. his claws are scraping against the metal like he needs proof that it's there–like the gun's weight alone isn't enough to tether him anymore.

you peer up at him as you wet your lips, a faint metallic taste lingering from where his gun rested. striker's fangs gnash against the quiet that follows as if he's desperate to taste you. "yes, what?"

"yes, ma'am."

why can't you be blue over me?

[manic-pixie-aquarius]

Soooo I haven't been active on here but here's a snippet of a short story I started writing last month! Idk, lemme know if any of you find it interesting bc I'm thinking of refining it and then putting it on Ao3

It's mostly from Mike's POV but switches to Will's at one point too. Takes place in a theoretical post-s5 Snow Ball? And this is post Mileven breaking up so Mike is reaaaally deep in his pining over Will and the painting hasn't been fully addressed yet bc things just got back to normal and everyone's tryna have fun

Here:

I must look like a sulking idiot sitting here at this empty table while all my friends are having fun, but I can’t bring myself to enjoy the moment, there is still a lot on my mind and I can’t believe everyone is acting like nothing happened. Max and Lucas are dancing together again and after the song ends El comes back to dance with Dustin. 

I feel eyes on me. 

“Don’t feel like dancing?” Will asks me. 

I look up, startled that I didn’t hear him coming. I just nod no. He takes a seat next to me. 

“Me neither” he says with a scoff. 

I smile, maybe for the first time tonight.

“I’m honestly too tired after all that setting up” he continues. 

“It looks nice” I say, taking in my surroundings as if I haven’t done so already multiple times tonight. It does look neat. 

Will smiles.  

“So, what about you? Why are you here? Dustin and Lucas seem to be having fun over-” he looks back to where they were dancing earlier but now Dustin and El are dancing alongside Lucas and Max.  “oh” he says, then gives me a reassuring look, “sorry.” 

I shake my head, “it’s okay.” 

Some girl approaches us and we both look up. 

“Um, excuse me I was wondering if you’d like to dance” she says reaching a hand out flirtatiously towards Will. 

“Oh! Uh, sure” he says, and gets up, and they slow dance to a slow song. 

Hey, if we can solve any problem 

Then why do we lose so many tears? 

Oh and so you go again 

When the leading man appears 

I do another scan of the room and everyone is dancing, some couples kissing, probably for the first time. Jonathan is very reluctantly dancing along to the song because Nancy has forced him to. Ew, romance. I have to focus on something else. I look to the punch table and see Robin and Vickie talking, laughing. Everyone is having a good time, its honestly sickening. I can’t help but look back at Will and suddenly the lack of emotion I’ve been dealing with all day turns into a pit at the center of my stomach as We Belong by Pat Benatar plays. I have to go. I get up and rush through the crowd and push the double door to the gym maybe a little bit too aggressively because some couple on the other side of the door have these offended faces and the guy says, “what the heck?!” and he has bright pink lipstick marks on his face. But then he sees the tears in my eyes and decides to leave it alone. I walk towards the bathroom. 

“Why didn’t you do something?” his girlfriend squeaks. 

“Did you see his face? Probably got rejected. Babe, you know how I feel about that, you rejected me a year before I got these sick guns” he says and flexes. I roll my eyes and then as soon as I get into the men’s bathroom, I cross my arms on the sink and put my head down and start to cry, hoping nobody else is in here. I hear a toilet flush and someone walks out of the stall, great. At least it’ll be a stranger and not one of my friends. 

“Wheeler?” I hear in a familiar voice. Steve. I try to stabilize myself before lifting my head. I look up to him and he says “ohh, shit.” 

To Be Continued...LOL (I have a lot more written and the next part is my favorite because it's Steve giving Mike advice but...you'll have to wait)

[notdacota]

Let's go away for a while

Summary: Jackal gets sick with flu, his s/o takes care of him.

A/N: I'm sick for past two weeks, but I can't stay at home anymore, so I'm lowkey projecting it on Jackal😿 I'm biggest beach boys fans, so naturally I just had to write something with same title as their song.

The evening settled in with a cool stillness, the kind that made the shadows in the corners of the room deepen and the world outside feel like a distant hum. The Jackal, however, was far from his usual composed self. He was sprawled on the couch, his usual air of cool detachment replaced with the unmistakable signs of someone running a fever. His face, usually sharp and unreadable, was flushed, and his usual crisp posture had collapsed under the weight of the flu.

You had noticed it earlier in the day. He had refused all offers for rest, of course, too focused on the task at hand, whatever it was. But now, there was no escaping it. You were in the kitchen, steeping some tea—ginger, honey, and a slice of lemon. He was still a man who didn’t take kindly to being fussed over, but you knew this wasn’t something he’d shake off so easily. When you returned with the steaming mug, he was staring at the ceiling, his eyes half-closed in a kind of half-conscious daze. For all his attempts to maintain control, he looked unusually vulnerable in that moment.

"Feeling better?" you asked, setting the mug down on the coffee table, close enough for him to reach, but far enough to give him his space. The Jackal blinked slowly, then let out a small, hoarse sigh. "I’m fine," he said, voice rough. It was the same deflection you expected—he wasn’t about to admit weakness. Then he coughed. Of course, you didn’t buy it. You took a seat on the arm of the couch, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he reached for the mug with a lazy hand. He took a slow sip, his usual quick, precise movements slightly off-kilter in his current state. He grimaced slightly as the warmth hit the back of his throat.

“It’s good,” he said, though his tone was strained. “Better than what I’d make myself.” You didn’t respond immediately, watching as he took another sip, then placed the mug back on the table. His eyes, sharp and calculating even when half-lidded, flicked up to meet yours. “I assume you’re not going to let me off the hook with just this?” You gave him a small smirk, leaning back slightly, but never breaking eye contact. "No, I’m not. You’re obviously not *fine*."

The Jackal exhaled sharply through his nose. "I’ve had worse," he muttered, a hint of irritation in his voice. "This is nothing." You raised an eyebrow.

"Right. You look like you're ready to drop dead." He didn’t respond immediately, his usual steely reserve starting to slip just a little as the flu took its toll on him. He looked like he wanted to argue—he usually did—but he was too tired to carry on with the usual back-and-forth.

After a beat, he shifted on the couch, his legs stretching out, and a small sigh escaped him, one that was almost involuntary."You don’t need to stay," he said, his tone a little softer than usual. "I’m just... waiting it out. It’ll pass."

You couldn’t help the small, affectionate smile that tugged at your lips. "You’re really not good at this ‘letting someone help’ thing, are you?" His lips twitched into the slightest of smiles, but it was gone in an instant. “It’s... unnecessary.” The Jackal had always been a man who didn’t need anyone. He was methodical, sharp—always the one in control. But you’d seen him worn down before, and though he hated showing any vulnerability, you could tell this flu was taking more out of him than he was willing to admit. He wasn't accustomed to being in a situation where he couldn't maintain his usual distance from everything.

"You’re impossible," you said, standing up and leaning over to adjust the blanket he had wrapped around himself. "You’ll make yourself worse if you keep this up." He didn’t fight it. Instead, he shifted slightly.

There was a faint flicker of gratitude in his eyes, but it was brief, almost imperceptible. “Don’t get any ideas,” he muttered, though the sharpness in his voice had all but disappeared. You chuckled softly, sitting down next to him on the couch, close enough to be present, but still leaving him with that space he seemed to need. “I’m not going to start making you soup or anything. But I’ll stay for a while.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression still cool, though there was a hint of something else in his gaze.

“Good,” he said, with the faintest trace of a smile. You let the silence settle in between you, not trying to push anything further. The Jackal wasn’t one for idle conversation—especially not when he was unwell—but you could tell the presence of someone else, even in the simplest form, was enough for him right now. After a while, you noticed that he was sinking deeper into the couch, his posture slackening in a way that was unusual for him. He wasn’t completely out of it, but you could see his body succumbing to the fatigue of being ill, his usual sharpness and attention to detail slipping away with every passing minute.

“I suppose you’re going to lecture me on ‘taking it easy’ now,” he said, his eyes half-lidded and his voice a little more drowsy than he probably intended.You shook your head with a small laugh. “No lectures. Just... rest. I’m not going anywhere.” He let out a soft sigh, one that was more content than anything else. And for a moment, just for that brief, rare moment, you saw a different side of the Jackal—the man who was usually calculating, always calculating, now simply existing in quiet, unspoken comfort. You didn’t need to say anything else. The two of you sat there in the soft, fading light of the evening, the only sounds the occasional shift of the Jackal’s breath, the low hum of the house. He might not have admitted it aloud, but you both knew this moment, this bit of peace, was rare. And maybe, just for tonight, it was enough.

[lilacella]

💫Prongfoot Week 2024💫 - Day 7

@prongsfootweekarchive

I can't believe it's already the last day 😭😭 I decided to write something for today but I am currently not at my best writing-skill-wise, so I hope this feels coherent because I can't tell!!

Also, I hope you guys like run-on sentences because there are a lot of them in this bad boy 🙃

Credit to @lovelymasks for inspiring me to write this with her, also lovely, band AU! (it's wolfstar though, just fyi) - you know what this is about 😊

Anyways, enjoy Prongsfoot cuddling on a band bus!

T, 1611 words (ao3)

Sleepless

Sirius can't sleep.

Not because he isn't tired enough, the last gig has him bloody exhausted.

Not because the small bunk in the band bus is too uncomfortable, he's used to it.

Not because it's cold, because Peter fucked around a little too much with the AC yesterday and now it's broken and slowly turning their bus into a cooling chamber, Sirius prefers to sleep cold.

Not even because of Remus' obnoxious snoring - really how can such a noodly man produce sounds like that? Maybe he should be the one doing the growling in their songs! - after years of sharing a tight space with these fuckers he almost misses it when it's gone.

No. It is because their bloody vocalist cannot fucking stop tossing and turning in the bed below him and the constant vibrations are driving him mental.

After hours of this, Sirius decides that enough is enough. He leans over the edge of his bunk and pulls back the curtain hiding the offender.

"Knock it off, Prongsie, will you? I can't bloody sleep if you keep rotating like a fucking rotisserie chicken!"

Another rumble, then James Potter - singer of the legendary subversive metal band "The Marauders" - pops his touseled head out and puffy, hazel eyes blink up miserably at Sirius - making his annoyance turn into affection in the aforementioned blink of those eyes.

"Sorry Pads, but I'm freezing. That bloody AC is blowing right onto my bed."

Sirius sighs.

He can never be mad at James for long anyways. His current record stands at three consecutive hours after James had had the audacity to solve all the crosswords in the newspaper without him when he knows Sirius needs these to wake up in the morning! He had been very grumpy that day but James had made it up by buying him a stack of local newspapers from the country they were touring in, which added an additional linguistical challenge. And Sirius appreciates a challenge.

James does actually look cold. He is already wearing a thick hoodie, the hood halfway pulled over his messy head of hair, his arms wrapped around himself.

How could anyone be mad at that sight?

"Fine then, come up here." Sirius pats the scarce space next to him.

James doesn't hesitate to take him up on the offer for a second and a moment later he is shuffling into Sirius' bunk, squishing him back into the wall of the bus.

Sirius pulls the duvet over his miserable best friend and wraps an arm around his waist. It's for security reasons. James could fall out!

He can feel how much he is shivering now and it does concern him a little. James is usually a fucking radiator, something years of - very platonic - bed-sharing in boarding school have taught Sirius.

"Shit, you are actually cold, mate. Are you alright?," he asks quietly, with genuine concern. They have a gig tomorrow and if James gets sick... that would be a desaster!

"Fucking told you," James mutters and buries his icy face in the crook of Sirius' neck.

He resists the impusle to push him off on impact, because fucking hell this may be cold but it feels way too good.

They don't often get to be close like this anymore. Well, technically they get way closer on the regular, when they exchange sloppy kisses in the middle of a show - all just for fun and entertainment of course! You gotta earn your reputation somehow!

But sometimes Sirius finds himself missing how they were in school. Always joined at the hip, used to sharing the smallest of spaces just to be together. The casual intimacy that had filled him with a level of buzzing contentment and happiness he hasn't been able to find anywhere else. Neither with the groupies he occasionally takes backstage and never does anything more than snogging with, because it doesn't feel right. Nor with any of the drugs and alcohol that naturally sneak their way into the life of most successful musicians.

With James it was different. It was real.

Sirius' heart flutters like it used to when he feels the familiar hot breath on his skin and he can't resist the urge to pull James just a little closer.

James responds with a content sigh that vibrates against Sirius' neck.

"Better?," Sirius asks. His mouth feels a bit dry all of a sudden.

"Better," James murmurs and wraps his own arms around Sirius so they're entirely pressed together now.

Sirius tries not to hold his breath. Damn it why is this making him so fucking nervous? It's just James! They've done this a hundred times before!

Then you didn't know what it feels like to kiss him.

Sirius shakes his head to drive away the thought. Where did that come from?!

James lifts his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Shook your head."

"Oh. Nothing. Just a weird thought."

James frowns and watches him intently. Sirius knows he can't actually see anything without his glasses but he still feels like James is staring into his soul.

Obnoxious, really. He can't help but smile.

"I'm fine, Prongs. I swear."

James doesn't seem convinced and props himself up a little on his arm.

"Are you sure? Are you stressed about tomorrow?"

Sirius waves him off. "Why would I be scared of tomorrow? It's just Gelsenkirchen, how bad can it be?"

James shrugs sleepily and sinks back into the pillow. Back next to Sirius, so that their noses are almost touching.

"You just seem a little tense."

"Probably because someone didn't let me sleep," Sirius says, but there is no sharpness in his tone. James is way too close and it makes his heart race.

Kiss him.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly. This is ridiculous! Where is this even coming from?

Sirius' eyes fly open again, when cold fingers touch his cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

"You did it again. What's wrong? Tell me?"

The gentle concern in James' quiet voice almost makes Sirius choke. It always does. But this time, their closeness adds to the fluttering feeling in his chest.

"I'm just having weird thoughts," he gives in. "But I'm fine. Just sleep."

"What thoughts?"

James' hand is resting in Sirius neck, drawing tender circles behind his ear.

Sirius scoffs and evades his eyes. "None of your buisness."

James' fingers wander onto the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp. "Is it because of the interview? I know the tabloids are rats. But who cares what they think?"

Right. Sirius had blissfuly forgotten about that. The interview with reporters from 'Bild', a German newspaper known for spreading misleading gossip. The last time The Marauders had spoken to them, they had turned it into a whole story about James and him being a couple, twisting their words like play doh. Sirius had been furious! Yes, they were kissing on stage and shared a flat in London (it was more convenient that way!) and maybe they had said "spending time with each other" when asked for their favorite part of touring, and maybe Sirius had written most of their more emotional songs about James - but that didn't mean anything! It was all platonic. Brotherly, basically!

You know it isn't.

Sirius swallows hard and tries to ignore how close James' lips are to his own.

"I'm not exactly looking forward to it," he states matter of factly and makes the mistake to look into James' eyes again.

Maybe a kiss would be nice...

No! What the fuck, this is absurd! He doesn't... Fuck. James cannot find out. He would be weirded out for sure! The kissing is solely part of the show. James would never want to do that in private.

"Do you want to snog a little?"

Sirius stares at him for a second. "What?"

James' eyes flicker down. "I don't know, I was just... I just thought... It may warm me up. And take your mind of your 'weird thoughts'..."

What are they doing here?

"Okay. Sure."

James' eyes meet his again. For the first time Sirius doesn't know what the look in them means.

The kiss is different to what they do onstage. Less tounge, unhurried, tender. Sirius thinks he is suffocating on his feelings but he doesn't care. If this is how he dies then so be it.

His hand moves up into James' hair. James' shuffles so he is slightly on top of him. A choked sigh frees itself from Sirius' tight chest and escapes his lips.

This is real too, he thinks and this time he doesn't try to discard the thought.

When James pulls back he stays close, hovering over his face, lips wet, pupils dilated, eyes locked with Sirius'.

"James..."

James swallows. "Padfoot..."

"I think..."

James nods. "Yeah. Me too."

A smile creeps onto Sirius' face that he has now idea how to stop. Maybe it's pointless to try.

James matches it and brushes his nose against his. "Let's not tell the tabloids though."

Sirius nods. "None of their buisness."

They exchange another kiss, breathing in eachother's scent, their tounges dancing idly around eachother in between their lips. James is playing with Sirius' earrings and Sirius keeps wrapping the short strands of James' thick hair around his finger.

Sirius never wants it to stop but finally sleep is catching up on them and James' head sinks down onto his chest.

"Let's save the rest for tomorrow," he murmurs drowsily.

Sirius buries his face in his hair and pulls him close. "Are you warm now?"

But James is already gone, joining in on Remus' snoring - though considerably more quiet.

Sirius can't sleep.

He cannot wait for tomorrow.

[panimoonchild]

Music is not beyond politics

I was planning to write this post yesterday. But I felt another wave of emptiness because of the hypocrisy of the world. So here we are now again...

Ukrainians screamed that she was a Russian-Israeli representative from the start.

I watched some reactions and...

Double kill. She is everywhere🙄🤷

That speaks volumes.

But he never apologized to us about interaction with russians🤷

That situation was one of many reasons why I am sick and tired of the hypocrisy of Eurovision, of the hypocrisy of the world.

When I was 14 and russia occupied my hometown the world was silently watching. Now I see how the world can be united.

a hypocrite shouts no to war)

During the Eurovision Song Contest 2023, he supported Ukraine and then abruptly started kissing the gums with the not all russians the same)

before going on stage, he shot a video with an Israeli woman, saw that the fans covered him with dicks, and ran to "no to war") how does he sit on two chairs?)

It's unbelievable how SICK I am of these guys who try to be neutral, but not by shut up, but by saying "well, I'm for everyone, I'm not against anyone, I'm just against the war 🥺"

Amen. That's easy enough to do but no ... stupid people always dare to speak.

OK, enough about them. Let's talk about our representatives.

I'm late to the party. But this post was for yesterday in my mind.

Maybe I'm biased but I see us in top 5. I think we definitely deserve it.

Now I want to share my favourite reactions. Where people understand our message, visuals, outfits etc. For me especially was important scene where Jerry are climbing and behind her phosphorus bombs. Those people who realized what it represents.

That intelligent man realized what that represents. At the moment "My prayers are with you, Ukraine" I almost got goosebumps. I love honest reactions from people who truly mean what they say.

And the end when the audience was shown I very appreciated his comment: "He looks so unimpressed. You gotta clap my guy. You are in the audience, you don't support anyone. They performed for you, you meant clap. Why do you sit with an angry face? Why are you going there in the first place? I got chills towards the end, and that guy kinda ruined it with his face".

Give him some love🫂

That Filipino also warms my heart. And his comments:

- She actually looks like a warrior ready for a battle, to defend her country.

❗- It actually sounds like a prayer to be. It sounds like a sincere prayer to be.

I literally got chills when he said it.

- We all know what Ukraine is going through. But that song speaks volumes about Ukraine itself.❤️‍🩹🫂

And the last one who understood that's missiles.

God, when will I ever experience anything remotely like the delight I experienced with THIS again?

Yes, those times they have charisma, stage presence, attitude, voice, sound, lyrics.

I think this year all of that + staging and message have Ukrainian representatives.

I will watch Eurovision finale. So I hope justice will prevail and fucking Russian-Israeli doesn't got more points than us. But I feel that can be a case...