#Alexa play Light My Candle from Rent

[lady-assnali]

Candle (Rosenali)

Here’s a “six sentence Sunday” even though it’s not six sentences. Thanks for supporting my decision to write stupid shit @sexynetra you’re the real MVP (also I keep forgetting to text you when I post things so I’m keeping myself out of trouble)

So here’s a silly little thing for you all. Happy Sunday, stay hydrated

—

Rosie,

            I just found this brand and it’s amazing, you need to light it as soon as you get it! Can’t wait to hear what you think ;)

-D         

            The package comes as a surprise to Rosé after a very long day at school. The box holds a little candle with a simple, pastel blue label. She pops it open and is delighted by a blue wax heart melted into the top of it. And the smell? Even without lighting it she’s happy to have it. It smells like a sunset, like golden hues and the comfort of a home. Somehow, it’s exactly what she needed. There’s something about Denali knowing these things before she does that makes her cheeks flush, and she pulls out her phone to distract herself.

            Just got your package, she types hurriedly. Lighting it right now. Just what I needed, thank you baby <3

The spring musical is fast approaching and while her cast is catching on quickly to the choreography, they’re not yet at par with the kids of years’ past. She’s been waiting for a long time to direct The Sound of Music, and while she’s excited to see the end result it feels like she’s having to go through a trial-and-error process of teaching in order to get some of the kids in line. She’d lost a lot of talent with graduation; there’s hope, sure, but there’s also a lot of hands-on work that needs to be done in order to shape this cast into her standard of work. Fun, chill teacher Rosé gets put on the back burner a bit during musical season. This is director Rosé’s time to shine.

            Which brings her to working on things for choir and theory at home. Her planning periods have turned into musical planning; working through what the set will look like, taking phone calls to ensure the children she’d casted to fit into the younger Von Trapp roles will be okay with their slots of rehearsal time…she’s getting everything done, just in intervals of ten-to-thirteen-hour days instead of just eight.

            Tonight is no different.

            She stretches out on the couch just as the end credits of her current tv binge scroll along the screen. She’s not sure how long she drifted off for, only that the gorgeous, spiced vanilla scent has permeated the entire room, engulfing it in warmth and familiarity. Carding her fingers through her unruly curls, she sighs as she rises from the couch. The weight of the days has hit hard, and although she has a few ungraded papers on the coffee table and a plate left out from her lazy dinner of random leftovers, all Rosé wants to do is turn off the day. Tomorrow will be a new chance to get her cast in line, and maybe she can spend her planning period finding a reason not to cancel the entire show. 

            This time of night is particularly cathartic; she walks a lap around the apartment, shutting shades and folding blankets, leaving dishes in the sink for tomorrow (because honestly? It’s only a few weeks until tech week. She hears the Goatherd song in her head all day long. Saving the dishes for tomorrow is the only way to save her mental sanity). She bends over to blow out her new candle and suddenly, she’s very awake. The little blue heart has melted away, revealing a set of carefully placed friendship bracelet beads. She blinks, thinking that the message is an illusion caused by her lack of sleep. The letters don’t budge. And so, there’s a bunch of tiny glass beads around the wick asking ‘sit on my face.’

 She feels the curve of a smirk at her cheeks and she’s shaking her head, pulling out her phone to take a photo.

            Really? She texts Denali, hoping that her silly eye roll will translate through her typing. I thought that was your job.

Denali 10:30 pm

            What if I wanted to try something new?

            Rosé’s in the middle of a witty response when Denali’s text bubble pops up again.

Denali 10:31 pm

            Also, they didn’t have one that said ‘I want to sit on your face.’ I’m pretty sure that’s too many letters for one candle.

Rosé 10:31 pm

And no manners.

Denali 10:33 pm

            So specific.

            Pain in my ass.

            Okay, so even though it’s way too many letters I guess it should have said ‘please sit on my face.’

Rosé 10:34 pm

            That’s what I thought. 

            You can come over if you want.

            I want you to.

Rosé 10:36 pm

            This candle smells like you. 

            She hits send before she can chicken out, tossing her phone face down on the couch. This is totally normal behavior for friends, right? Friends with benefits? But she’d never put Denali in that category; lately, the benefits have been movie nights and wine tastings and sleepovers that last multiple days. They’ve been sharing clothes, she’s been helping with Donut…she’s not sure how it happened, but she’s not able to stop herself from any of it. She can’t even bring herself to say no to the blonde even if she’d just been about to go to bed. Everyone’s teasing is absolutely right; she’s completely undeniably whipped.

Denali 10:37 pm

            That’s the point, Rosita ;)  

            I’m glad you like it.

            I’m on my way.

[cannedapricot]

untitled. || ljn

in which you and lee jeno were definitely friends but you were also definitely more than just friends. frankly, your friend group has had enough of the not so subtle flirting and unbearable tension.

word count: 1.4k

genre, warnings: fluff, slice of life, college!au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, profanity, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of alcohol consumption, suggestive themes but nothing 18+ happens they just make out, mentions of minor car crash

bgm: message in a bottle by taylor swift, 1 2 365 4 me by kennen, oh shit...are we in love? by valley

a/n: something small so i can get over movie jeno. bro was glorious. i've also listed some songs i listened to while writing and i think listening while reading would be a vibe - lmk how you guys feel about it!

It was a cozy Friday evening. The rain was pelting against the glass windows and you could faintly hear the shouts of your fellow students below as they hurried back to their dormitories. The candle light flickers and shadows dance along the walls. Jeno had his head on your shoulder, faintly humming along to whatever was playing on his Alexa. You were sat on his bed in one of his varsity hoodies, scrolling through social media in a desperate attempt to keep up with your acquaintances' lives.

"Wait, Dejun broke up?!"

Jeno perks up at your small exclamation, craning his neck to peek at your screen.

"How can you tell?"

"He deleted all his posts with them and is listening to glimpse of us. What a shame, I was rooting for them."

"You and your personal celebrity couples." Jeno teases, jokingly shaking his head. "Who's next?"

"Maybe if Mark grows a pair and asks his lab partner out they could be next." You snort, leaning so your head was against Jeno's.

Enjoying quality time with your friend was one of your favorite ways to spend any free time you had amongst your chaotic schedule. Between due dates and classes, you and Jeno always managed to make time for each other. Although, most times just involved one of you showing up at the other's door without prior notice.

"Jeno, have you seen my jacket anywhere? The blue denim one?" Jaemin, Jeno's roommate and self proclaimed best friend asks, opening the bedroom door without knocking. The rest of your friend group insisted on still going out for drinks, even though its raining cats and dogs outside.

"Hn, no?" You feel a weight come off your shoulders as Jeno raises his head to address the question. "Wouldn't it be in your stinky pile of laundry?"

"Hey, I did my laundry yesterday, it's not stinky." Jaemin sticks his tongue out. "Y/n, if you see it in Jeno's closet let me know okay? I swear he steals my clothes."

"Roger that."

Jaemin nods happily, closing the door before Jeno manages to land a pillow throw. As Jeno returns to his place on your shoulder you hear the rest of your friends through the thin walls.

"Did you find your jacket?"

"No. But I did find Jeno and y/n snuggling against each other."

"We should start charging y/n rent."

"Isn't our rent included in tuition though?"

"Wasn't it a separate payment?"

You choose to ignore the conversation as the boys start to argue about dormitory rent. A calm vibration comes from your shoulder and your heart skips a beat from the proximity.

"For your information, Jaemin steals my clothes."

"Whatever you say, champ."

Chenle holds in a laugh as the group bid goodbye to you and Jeno. Upon reaching the ground floor, he allowed himself to finally let it out.

The six boys didn't leave the two of you alone without purpose. They all knew about your little crush on each other. It was so blatantly obvious. The way Jeno constantly checked his phone for updates when you had gone out with an old friend, the way he paces around the common area when he expects you to come over, and, not to mention, the untitled song he wrote for you.

It was all amusing to them. How could he miss the way you looked at him with hearts in your eyes, the way you would happily spend all night in the library with him when he had an assignment due, the way your arm always found its way around his.

"They really are idiots." Jaemin had said, a fond grin on his face.

Really, it was cute, but got frustrating. Slow burn and mutual pining were never Donghyuck's favorite tropes. Watching you hide your embarrassment as Jeno fixes your hair made him want to push the two of you in a closet and scream for you guys to just kiss already.

So in order to prevent Donghyuck from committing a crime against romance, Renjun simply suggested that they give the couple more "alone time". Which leads the boys to this situation on a Friday night, heading to the pub in the rain.

"They better be dating by the time we're back." Donghyuck mutters, attempting to stay dry under Mark's hazardous umbrella holding.

"What do you even call their relationship right now?" Jisung voices over the rain, "not friends, obviously."

"A situationship?"

"No. That's what Yangyang had a while back. Remember how toxic it was?"

"Friends with benefits?"

"Chenle... Do you know what that is?"

"Guys, just leave it untitled for now. They're going to be dating soon anyway."

Jeno met you on the first day of classes. You had turned up ten minutes late, breathing heavily as you stumbled into the free seat in the last row. The seat next to him. Red in the face from running and hair messy from the wind, you looked so loveable to him. Never would he have imagined that you would be by his side like you were now. Though regretfully, as a friend. He wasn't sure how you'd react if he told you he wanted to be more.

You had your head in his lap, phone forgotten as you rambled to him about how stupid Yangyang's situationship partner was. He gently raked his fingers through your hair, reacting accordingly to your story, gaze never leaving your face.

A guitar melody meets the end of the last song and a familiar voice sounds through the room. Your story stops abruptly and confusion dons Jeno's features before he realizes what's playing through the speakers.

"No, wait, don't listen to this! Close your ears."

"I can't physically do that! And why can't I listen? You're singing! Did you write this song?"

As Jeno frantically attempts to scramble to stop the song, you wrap you arms around his torso, pulling him back on the bed. To prevent him from moving, you lie on top of him. Jeno can feel your laughs through his own body and he wonders whether you could feel his heartbeat through yours. With his strength, he could push you off and turn the song off if he really wanted to. But when it comes to you, he strength somehow never works.

"Jeno, this song is so cute. Who's it about?" You smirk down at him, "you have a crush on someone?"

You weren't asking because you were purely curious. You were asking because you had a big fat crush on the man and needed to know if he liked someone else. Though, you didn't know if you were ready for the answer. You've heard the heartbreak horror stories. They were always worse when the couple weren't dating but you couldn't help it. Somewhere along the line, you had fallen, and by that time, a platonic relationship had been established. Somehow, you convinced yourself that you'd rather stay friends than potentially losing what the two of you already had.

The rest of the friend group knew. You knew they knew. Hiding your feelings weren't your strongest point and you definitely caught Chenle making kissy faces behind you and Jeno once.

So, to say you were nervous about his answer was an understatement. But you weren't about to let him know.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Huh?

Jeno turns his head away, avoiding eye contact. A redness creeps up his cheeks and his throat feels dry.

"It's about you."

The cat's out of the bag. Jeno wants to scream in embarrassment. He can't believe he leaked his own embarrassing song about you. He can't believe this is how you find out about his feelings.

"Oh." A matching redness creeps up your own cheeks. "You think my eyes have stars in them?"

"Shut up."

Laughter settles over the both of you before your eyes meet. Jeno's eyes move down to your lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own absent mindedly.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Just our luck."

"I can't believe we witnessed a car crash?"

"At least it was a minor one. Nobody got hurt which is great news."

"Hang on, we have to tell those two we're going to be home late."

Jeno pulls away as his phone alerts him of a message received. You glance over at the screen, giggling at the content. Mark had sent a photo of the six of them posing with the police.

Just witnessed a car crash. Gonna be home late.

"Great, we can continue making out then." Jeno mumbles, throwing his phone aside and pulling you back in.

[infinitegalahad]

GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER

"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody

Gif Credit: @ymagor

A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!

Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead

Masterlist

NATE FICK-

Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.

He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.

So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.

"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."

And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.

So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.

So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea

And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️

"Hey, c'mere."

The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."

Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.

"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"

Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.

"Why would I?"

BRAD COLBERT-

Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t

Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.

When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.

Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.

You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.

While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.

But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.

“You’re beautiful.”

Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 

RAY PERSON-

THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.

He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.

So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.

“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“

Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.

Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.

Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.

“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”

It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.

POKE ESPERA-

Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!

Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.

But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.

Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.

So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.

An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.

While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.

“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”

“I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“Your eyes stole all of my words away”

And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.

You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”

You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.

WALT HASSER-

Here comes our favourie country pumpkin

Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world

Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)

So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are

Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!

Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.

“Walt?”

He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”

“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”

Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my

RUDY REYES-

Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.

So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.

First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.

Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.

You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.

Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.

EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-

Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭

I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.

But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.

Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,

“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”

Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”

So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.

Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.

The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!

Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.

He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.

“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”

DOC BRYAN-

The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR

Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.

He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in

Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.

Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.

Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.

When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.

But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.

After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.

[lightfiltersin]

so idk if this has been done before, sorry if it has (I have awful memory) but I've been listening to the rent soundtrack a lot recently and

the old guard rent au

where booker is roger, nile is mimi, joe is collins, nicky is angel, andy is maureen, quynh is joanne, and I guess copley can be benny but I won't talk about him much (or at all)

ok and this might be kinda ooc to fit the rent universe but whatever. cw for talk of the HIV crisis and rent spoilers

so booker and joe are roommates. booker is a recovering addict. he and his wife were both heroin addicts at one point and they both got HIV. his wife dies of HIV. after that booker gives up music (let's say he's a musician/song writer)

booker and joe meet in a bar, after booker's wife's funeral and he goes to drown his sorrows. joe helps booker get clean, takes him to an HIV clinic, pushes him to go to NA and all that jazz

joe is an art teacher by day, artist by night. one day on his way home from school, he gets jumped and mugged. he gets the shit beaten out of him and he's left alone in an alley

nicky finds him there, patches him up

nicky is a street drummer. he also has HIV, but he doesn't let it hold him back. he's used it as a sign to live and love freely

from this moment on joe and nicky are inseparable. they fall in love, they talk about leaving New York and starting a restaurant in Santa Fe (alexa play I'll cover you)

andy is an activist, the can't be tamed type. she's gorgeous and bisexual, attracting the attention of all men and women. she used to date joe before he realized he was into men, but now they're just really good friends. she's now dating quynh, a lawyer for some good cause (my brain isn't working enough to come up with a cause but there is one)

so nile has recently moved to new york, she lives the floor above joe and booker. she stops by one day because the building's electricity got cut off and she needs someone to light her candle

nile is confident and flirty, leaving booker fairly speechless. she's 19 and working as a stripper to pay her way through community college

booker struggles with his attraction to her, not wanting to put his baggage onto her. so he shuts her out and keeps her at an arm's length

it's Christmas and they're celebrating andy's most recent protest. nicky got a huge tip for his drumming and uses the money to treat the group out to dinner

nile confronts booker for ignoring her and pushing her away when they both leave the restaurant at the same time. booker has been nervous about telling nile he has HIV, but it turns out that she also has it. they find out since they both left to take their AZT medication. so they talk it out, booker is honest about his past and how he feels and nile accepts it all

andy proposes to quynh, and everything seems happy until it rapidly starts going downhill

at their engagement party, quynh catches andy flirting with multiple waiters and waitresses and they have an explosive break up

booker really can't see why nile wants him and continues to push her away. he doesn't want to hold her back

nicky suddenly starts getting sicker and sicker (angel is supposed to die and killing off nicky makes me sad) but let's say nicky dies

joe is heartbroken and sets up a small funeral, paints a dozen portraits of nicky. the group is somewhat fragmented, but he asks them all to be there for nicky

of course that's not how things go and there is arguing

joe confronts booker telling him to get his shit together. that nile loves him but she's getting sicker

booker goes to find nile and finds her on the floor after she collapsed. they take her to an HIV clinic

eventually nile does get better, and while she was recovering booker picked up his guitar for the first time in years and writes her a song

yeah idk how to end it anymore. i don't have the time or energy or skill to flesh this out but this au lives rent free (haha) in my mind

[sehunniepotwrites]

soft jae 🥺🥺🥺 SOFT JAE 💖💖💖💖 man jaehyun rlly occupies my brain and my heart rent free these days :D cuddling with jaehyun would feel so nice and sparkles ✨✨ his build looks perfect for cuddling and just hiding under the blankets with him after a long long day while he presses small light kisses on you 🥺☺️🤩

what size perfume should i get 👉🏻👈🏻 i still have a wholeass bottle of unused victoria secret bombshell sitting on my shelf 🙃 i'm definitely getting the candle though HEHE

i'm your first anon w an emoji 🤩 i'm honoured and and i'm the one feeling special 🥺 hehehe you'll have a lot more anons coming over i just know it hehehehehe 💖 love, 🍑

bro, that’s me with Johnny lately— ask Emily or anyone else in our crazy gc 💀 i may write for Jaehyun but Johnny has been living in my mind rent free!! Johnny’s the reason I got into NCT though and now I’ve been here for a year 🤡 (Jaehyun’s the reason I stayed uwu)

You might not be able to tell but I’m actually a huge Exo-L???? huhuhuhu 🤍

BUT YES, cuddles with Jaehyun just sound so soft and domestic and eye— want it 🥺 Maybe build a blanket fort or set up a camp indoors just for cuddles 💕

🗣ALEXA, PLAY PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER!

oh!! if you already know what wood sage and sea salt smells like and if you like it, try getting 30ml! use your bombshell for everyday use and then when you’re going out/want to change it up, use W&S!!! that’s what i’m gonna do once my oolang infinti comes in— use Johnny’s scent for everyday and then Jaehyun’s White Suede (🥵) for special occasions.

btw, my mother has been stealing my white suede from me and she’s OBSESSED! i think it’s going to be gone before i even use it again 💀

if i do have more people coming over, i would love to talk to them 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

[grodymag]

Hic Incipit Pestis

by Lee Levinson

I.

A couple sits back to back straddling a chaise longue. Both are masked in their opposites soiled underwear, feet soaking in a miniature trash receptacle filled with beans, utensils taped to their genitals haphazardly, duct tape sutured to their public hair, a four-sided pyramid of eggs balance atop both of their heads threatening to topple. 

The Fugs' Kill For Peace plays from a speaker off in a corner somewhere, the song starts from the beginning each time one of the couple opens their mouth to speak. Man: Alexa sit and spin. Another domestic terrorist I've cajoled into my own personal prison pit by shaving the leather of my pocketbook with a wooden spoon. Too soon to speak, sayeth the marble mouthed.  Woman: Lady in red shirt drinking red drink.  Man: The Lovers which we reenact so thoughtlessly with bowels full have done more for clogging the toilet than our diets, wouldn't ya say so dear?  Woman: Nil to you and thoughts.  Man: Nil reign high above our mattress same as I.  Woman: The windows birthed more milk in the night, they’re whores for the sun, pamplemousse pedantries framing the most dangerous pederast to devote himself to anti-natalism. Your mother's bear trap would be proud of you for mapping my horoscope across the only god you allow a throne in this hedonistic so-called home.  Man: Hic Incipit Pestis! Woman regains her posture as the sun shines through the window allowing a forlorn opening. II. The couple has disjointed themselves within their living space, each in their own respective space, monologuing nonsensical absurdities to their preferential obsidian voyeurs. Woman waxing gregarious amongst a wooden enclave encased in mirrors surrounded by her perfunctory jaw in mobius, man half-hanging out the window with his mouth in a perpetual state of amazement/sheer terror as he addresses the deaf upstairs.  Woman: In defense of all dead houseplants, I hollow my non-existent womb to make room for abscess to take hold. The day at hand presents too much opportunity to acknowledge, my waste accounts for the mass of the hours. He doesn't dare call me Betty to my face for I'd charge my magic wand to the tune of destruction by way of nerve damage. Ah, but all forays into my deep space subcutaneous bomb shelter is shyed in respect to my abuser, that is to say he grants me reproach in every aspect of the word victim. The violence which spans the distance between sexes consists of nothing more than indifference, extending itself in tears of the latter over any actual action. Don't acknowledge a teardrop in the least, it's nothing but a waste product sent from within, not personal, not worthy of your undoing, not cognizant of any audience. My serotonin comes equipped with a grilled cheese sandwich, would you care for a bite of ooey gooey goodness? The alter dancing in the light of tuna can cum converted candles bequeaths this fleshen mortar I dare delay in immolation. With a stage set in permanence, all that’s needed for some good fun is the maze I starve daily.  The last man who compared me to a praying mantis in the sack ended up with more head than he started with. Listen here, my orgasms are all outdated. They reach as far back as my kegels allow before cramping takes its toll. Without the suicide of fluids backing up into their cubby holes, I’d burst the skylight with enough blockade to herald in another 40 years of darkness.  Man: I drink my weights worth in afterthought, humble each street corner with my presence. Can she ever even culminate our puss into something more effective than a blasting of the mirror? Take stock in the knife’s indent in my pointer finger for there will come a day when the callus stands tall amidst the scar tissue. I’ve come to known self love in a greater context of stains, with the irreverent fortitude of a voyeur permanently residing in vacationland. Let us minus all our hang ups over the human genome and get down to the nitty gritty, that is I mean to taunt the bear on my backside furrowing over the fur which shields my mainstay wound. Dance my bunnies dance, for copulation never saved a soul in this lighted world we don laughter. Murder sings so sweetly, the soul regains it’s actuality in flesh. Take for granted all which offers itself to your knees, as geneflucting with fervor is the simplest way to pearly indoctrination. Death, now that is a reality I can get behind flicking the clicker at in boredom.  Woman:  Ah men, all equitable with dangers Dante’d over a spin cycle. The brevity of a simpler time taking place between the philtrum and the gaping hole called a mouth longs for a stretch of desert incapable of perpetrating. Man: Hey, a little bit of miscarriage goes a long way as my grandmother used to say.  I will immortalize her in the pages of my afterthought. The cow to sow in retrograde seems more blood related to a hangnail than the eunuch flaunted publicly. Whoops my apologies, does daddy excuse himself for partitioning a soul patch to drag in tow with his terrible moustache. Aaah yes that's correct, a check from birth aims its naughts amidst the blues.  Woman: Har har har, substance abuse proceeds all. Growing fatty tissue quicker than the belly bombarding the room he saunters in solipsis. What's the hangup he's got with perpetration? Talk replaces anything he promises nightly with the sun in tow.  Come now, he's promised me crimson, there's a lot of land lickers holding onto a word like Christ cancelled Christmas.  III. Rent is due. Lee Levinson tweets @schlock_jaw and is looking for an enemy. 

[hes-a-rainbow]

can you maybe write something about fionn? maybe that you're a famous singer & a model, a best friend of harry's and he introduces fionn to you? and you just hit it off immediately? just a little thought! have a good day lovely! xx

So I changed Y/N into an actress, I hope that’s okay!

Pinky Promise

Warnings: Cute, shy Fionn and Harry being a cheeky friend

I walked into the crowded club where Harry’s birthday party was being held.  

I had met him about a year ago when I was promoting my new movie on The Late Late Show while he was doing his one week residency promoting his debut album. It was the first time I had met him and we hit it off immediately. Harry was so charming and sweet, it was hard not to be enamored with him.We had stayed in touch over the last few months and I even got to see him perform a few times. We would flirt here and there but nothing romantic ever happened between us. Of course that didn’t stop the rumors from fans and media though.

He was celebrating his birthday at a club in LA he had rented out. It was very exclusive; invitation only. As I walked out of the car that drove me hear, lights flashed in my eyes as paparazzi yelled questions at me.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you still dating Harry?”

“Y/N! Is it true you’ve moved in with Harry?”

I ignored their absurd questions as security helped clear a pathway for me.

Once I was in the club, the music blared in my ears. The club was completely packed to capacity. It looked like Harry had invited everyone he had ever met. I saw a few familiar faces as I squeezed my way through the bar.

“Y/N! Great to see you, love!” Nick was seated at the bar before jumping up to give me a hug. I had been on his show a few times and he was always around Harry’s house.

“Hey!” I could feel the sweat through his thin t shirt as I wrapped my arms around him.

“Where’s Harry? I want to wish him a happy birthday!” I yelled into his ear.

“Dunno, ‘round. Hey!” He called out trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“What’s your poison, love?” The bartender asked me.

“Dirty martini, please.”

“Alexa! Oi!” Nick was waving at someone ecstatically over my head.

“Be right back!” He gave me a wet kiss on my cheek.

Once the bartender gave me my drink, I sat in Nick’s now vacant seat and took in the crowd. Everyone who was anyone in the entertainment business was here. Sure I had met celebrities before but I was still relatively new in Hollywood. I tried to act cool as I sat at the bar by myself. I could’ve sworn I saw Ronnie Wood walk by.

“BABE, you made it!” I heard Harry’s familiar accent as he approached me with open arms. He lifted me up as he hugged me, giving me a big kiss on the lips. I had come a little later than everybody else, and it was obvious everyone was already drunk.

“Did you see James?” Harry asked me as he placed me back on the floor and held me at arms length.

“No, I only just got here.” I had to stand on my tip toes so I could yell in his ear.

He looked around, clearly having lost interest of what I was saying in his drunken haze. He suddenly snapped his head back at me.

“Come sit with us! I’ll introduce you around.”

He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd. People were coming up and patting him on the back or just screaming “Happy Birthday” as we walked by. Somebody came up with two shots that Harry gladly took without question as he continued to walk me through the crowd. We got to a booth against the wall of the club and he let me slide in first, moving in after me.

“Everybody, this is Y/N. You may recognize her from Chris’s upcoming movie…” I smiled awkwardly as I waved to everyone around the table. The only people I knew were Harry’s sister, Gemma and her boyfriend. I recognized some people from Dunkirk, but wasn’t really sure of their names.

Harry cleared  everything up as he pointed to everyone and said their names before finally stopping at a young guy who sat directly across from me, “…and that’s Fionn.” Me and Fionn locked eyes as I nodded my head at everyone.

“Harry! Come here!” Harry was being lifted up out of his spot next to me and dragged in the opposite direction of the club by one of his friends.

Everyone at the table went back to their conversations. They included me in, but I had such a hard time hearing them I mostly remained quiet, taking time to order a few more drinks until I was officially buzzed.

I looked over at the dance floor which was crowded with dancing bodies. I watched the drunken people sway around to the music. It wasn’t until I felt someone touch my hand that I broke out of my thought. I jumped a little bit, not expecting it.

It was Fionn who had laid his hand on top of mine.

“I said do you want to dance?” I read his lips from across the table. I shook my head yes, smiling. I’ve never met him before but Harry was always saying how nice of a person he was.

He stood up holding his hand out for me to take. We held hands as he walked me to the center of the dance floor. The music was so loud, I could feel the beat under my feet as I walked.

Fionn took my hands and placed them behind his neck as I started to sway my hips to the music. His gaze on me was so intense. I just couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. Getting more into the song I turned around so my back faced his front. He was a little awkward at first. He didn’t seem like he really knew what he wanted to do with his hands so I took them in mine and laid them on my hips.

The more I got into the song, the more confident I got with my movements. I backed up into him with the beat of the song. I could feel he was enjoying this as much as I was.

It might have been the alcohol or the carefree atmosphere of the party, but I turned my head to look at him as the next song began to play. He was staring right back at me, taking in every one of my movements. I turned my body to face him completely. I looked at his eyes, then down to his lips and back up again. He leaned in closer to me, leaning his forehead on mine as we continued to dance with one another. My heart was racing. I had barely said two words to this man and he already had me under his spell.

I jumped when I felt two arms pick me up from behind.

“IT’S CAKE TIME!” Harry literally dragged me away from Fionn and out onto the private porch the club had. Everyone yelled in joy as they followed us out to sing happy birthday.

Once Harry had blown out his candles and Nick shoved cake into his face, everyone dispersed back into the club. The porch was surrounded by tall walls and trees as too keep prying eyes away. I looked around the porch to see a few people had stayed outside to chat and eat cake in some sort of peace. I saw Fionn standing in the far corner smoking a cigarette.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, downing it quick as I walked over to the man I was so rudely dragged away from before.

I would definitely have to get Harry back for that one.

I walked up next to him, placing my now empty glass on a table that stood next to him.

“Having fun?” I asked him as I leaned my back against the porch.

He took a long drag of his cigarette before looking at me.

“It’s fun…”

“But…?”

“It’s not really my scene.” He bought the cigarette to his lips again, inhaling slowly. I nodded my head slowly at his response. Usually I would be just as drunk as Harry by this time of night. We were always getting into some sort of trouble when we were together. But tomorrow I had to fly out relatively early to start shooting a new film.

A waiter passed by us and Fionn stopped him to order more drinks for us. He was shy at first but once he had more alcohol flowing in us he opened up a lot more. He had a great sense of humor, I could definitely see why him and Harry got along so well. He talked about his family and how so much had changed for him within the last year. He was so humble about the opportunity he was given and I could tell he was passionate about what he did. He asked me silly questions, such as my favorite foods or favorite movie, to which I happily responded.

He talked about the next project he was working on, swearing me to secrecy so he wouldn’t get in trouble from his director.

“Pinky promise?” He lifted his pinky at me like a child.

“Pinky promise.” I giggled as we wrapped our pinkies together. I wasn’t sure if I was just thinking things, but I’m pretty sure we held them together longer than we had too.

“You know, I really liked your last movie.” I blushed at his statement.I worked hard to be where I am but it was still flattering that people actually wanted to see a movie I was in.

“Thanks…” I laughed, shuffling my weight to my other foot. The last movie I was in was a love story. It was also my first time doing a sex scene. I think the weirdest part though, was at the premiere when everyone in the audience got to see my breasts.

I was comfortable with my body but it was weird knowing millions of people had seen it on the big screen.

“I watched it over at Harry’s one day.” He smirked down at me.“Of course you did…” I breathed out. The first time Harry saw the film, he had not stop talking about it for days, saying it was the best movie he had seen in a long time. He even told me he watched it with his mom, which made me even more embarrassed.

“So…what’s the deal with you and him?” He looked down at his feet as he asked.

“There is no deal. He’s always just been my friend. My very cheeky friend.”

His eyes lit up as he looked back up to me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had set an alarm so I wouldn’t stay too late.

“Boyfriend calling? Wondering where you are?” I rolled my eyes playfully before locking my phone effectively stopping the alarm.

“No, I have to fly out tomorrow morning and I didn’t want to stay out too late. My manager would kill me if I missed my flight.”

“Where are you filming?”

“London.”

“I’m doing a play on the west end!” He shouted out, suddenly really excited.

“How long will you be there?” He questioned.

“Well I think we’ll be shooting for a few months, I even rented out an apartment.”

“We should get together!” I smiled at his choice of words.

“In London, I mean. We should get together in London. I mean we could hang out…in London.” His face grew red as he stumbled over his words. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Are you just asking to hang out because you want to see my tits again?”

His eyes widened, “No! I mean yes I’ve seen them and yes I would-I mean I’d watch the movie again but-it-what I’m trying to say is-” I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around my waist as I deepened the kiss. After a few minutes of having our tongues roll around with each other, we both pulled away, leaning our foreheads against each others.

“I was just messing with you. I’d love to hang out with you…in London.”

“Cool.” He breathed out smiling. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, only this time is was Harry’s name who lit up my screen. The message he had sent me was of two thumbs up. I looked around the porch to see him at the door leading back into the club, waving like an idiot. He had obviously seen everything. I shot him the finger as I stepped out of Fionn’s arms. Harry started to make some pretty obscene gestures from where he stood which had me cracking up and rolling my eyes in no time. When I turned back to look at Fionn he was laughing but I could tell he was embarrassed.

“If you ignore him, he’ll go away eventually.” Fionn still looked mortified as he shoved his hand into his pockets pulling out his phone.

“Can I have your number? Ya know, for London and such.” He scoffed.

“Of course.” I typed in my name and number before handing his phone back to him.

“I promise I’ll call.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Pinky promise?” I leaned into him, raising my eyebrows.

“Pinky promise.” He agreed as we again wrapped our fingers for the second time that night.

I started walking backwards as I headed to the doors of the club to leave.

“It was nice meeting you, Fionn.” I gave him a wink as I turned around completely.

“You too!” He called after me.

When I got back in the club to say my goodbyes, Harry was waiting for me.

“Mmmmm?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Did you plan this?”

“I mean, I may of had a little inkling you were his ‘celebrity crush’ and all…” He crossed his hands behind his back leaning forward as he continued, “Just call me cupid.”

I pushed his shoulder playfully before pulling him into a hug.

“Happy birthday, H.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading off.

The paparazzi were still outside but I couldn’t care less. The car I was heading home in was waiting at the sidewalk and I all but ran over to is, slipping in quickly before the driver pulled off.

I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face as I thought about Fionn. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see an unknown number across the screen.

“Hello?”

“I told you I’d call.”