#Dodie might find and watch it

[cecilebutcher]

ღLove Songs I Associate With Different Twst Charactersღ

Characters: All of the nrc students minus ortho(plus some of my Oc’s because I can)

Riddle rosehearts: Photograph by, Cody Fry

“If I wished myself a superpower. I would make this moment last for hours. If I had my will, time would just stand still. Wait for me until I find some magic film. To take a photograph and live inside. The sun is going down. Your skin is like a painting. The light is perfect now. But I can feel it changing”

Trey Clover: To you from me by, Naethan Apollo

“See, your smile makes me smile, no, that's cringe. Your laugh makes me laugh, that's even worse. If my journey on this path could ever lead to losing you. I know which path is not my path. You're a blessing from the sky. You're the thief that stole my mind. You're the reason why I think of you all the time. You're the little tiny bug that found its way inside my ear. And now I can't think a thought. without wishing you were here”

Cater Diamond: Loverboy by, A-Wall

“Kill the lights. Oh, baby, close your eyes. The way you're looking at me. You've got me mesmerized. Something I can't escape. Feel like I'm lost in space. You've got that good loving. Girl, if you leave me I might throw my heart away. You know my heart can't take the break. Nothing will ever be the same. We'll meet again some other day. Oh, yeah””

Ace Trappola: Best Friend by, laufey

“But I promise that I love you. Even with that hair-do. I'm sorry I made fun of it. It's not your fault it looks like shit. I have never tolerated someone for so long. I've never laughed so much. I haven't written a sad song. There's no one else. I'd rather fall asleep with and dream with. You're my best friend in the world”

Deuce Spade: Best Friend by, rex Orange County

“And that's because I wanna be your favorite boy. I wanna be the one that makes your day. The one you think about as you lie awake. I can't wait to be your number one. I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine. But I still wanna break your heart and make you cry”

Leona Kingscholar: Nothing Bruno Major

“There's not many people.I'd honestly say I don't mind losing to but there's nothing like doing nothing with you. Dumb conversations. We lose track of time. Have I told you lately. I'm grateful you're mine. We'll watch The Notebook. For the 17th time. I'll say "It's stupid". Then you'll catch me crying”

Ruggie Butchie: Absolutely Smitten by, dodie

“That girl just there, yes, she's the one. With Cupid's arrow in her bum. Handsome stranger, you have made her happy. The first in a long time. Did you just whisper in her ear? Words she only dreamed to hear? Pretty lady, look at how he's smiling. I think he likes you”

Jack Howl: This side of paradise by, Coyote Theory

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?). Our fingers dancing when they meet. You seem so lonely (are you lonely?). I'll be the only dream you seek. So if you're lonely, no need to show me. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me. Lonely (are you lonely?). Passion is crashing as we speak. You seem so lonely (are you lonely?). You're the ground my feet won't reach. So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

Azul Ashengrotto: Only girl by, Stephen Sanchez

“Baby, won't you be my girl Baby, won't you be my girl? Baby, won't you be my only girl Baby, won't you be my girl? Your love, that's got my head in a. twirl, lady. So baby, won't you be my only girl?I don't want nobody else. No, I just want you to myself,So,won't you please forever be my only girl Only girl”

Jade Leech: Mine by, Bazzi

“Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time. Feels like forever even if. forever's tonight. Just lay with me, waste this night away with me. You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say. I'm so fucking happy you're alive (huh, yeah). Swear to God, I'm down if you're. down, all you gotta say is right (yeah, yeah)”

Floyd Leech: Until I found you by, Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold

“I would rather die than let you go. Juliet to your Romeo. How I heard you say”I would never fall in love again until I found her". I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her.I found you”

Kalim Al-Asim: Paper Rings by, Taylor Swift

“Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night. (Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright. Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life.( One, two, one two three four!). I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this”

Jamil Viper: I wanna be yours by, Arctic Monkeys

“Secrets I have held in my heart. Are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. I wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Wanna be yours. Let me be your 'leccy meter. And I'll never run out. Let me be the portable heater. That you'll get cold without”

Vil Shoenheit: La seine by, Vanessa Paradise

“She's resplendent, so confident. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I realize, I'm hypnotized. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. I hear the moon singing a tune. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine. Is she divine, Is it the wine. La Seine, La Seine, La Seine”

Rook Hunt: Ma belle Evangeline by, Jim Cummings

“Look how she lights up the sky. Ma Belle Evangeline. So far above me, yet I. Know her heart belongs to only me. Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline. You're my queen of the night. So still. So bright. That someone as beautiful as she. Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true. And I love you, Evangeline”

Epel Felmier: I’d rather be me (with you) by, Rebecca Sugar

“… I'd rather be me with you. Wherever we go. I already trust. I'd know what to do if it were us. I'd know what to say. I'd know how to be. I'd know your entire syllabus. I can't think of any other thing in the world I would rather do. If I could be. I'd rather be me with you”

Idia Shroud: Numbers by, TEMPOREX

“Things just really aren't that bad. I got a nice mom and I got a cool dad. I just stay in my room too long. But I finally got a girlfriend, and she's the bomb”

Malleus Draconia:100 years by, OR3O

“They call me crazy. They call me mad. It'd been so many years I could barely stand. But I remember the days we had and the bad days start to disappear. I hope the best though I'm no longer here. Musical kittens make me think of you Every little thing here makes me think of you. So I wrote this little song hoping you would hear someday. It's been a hundred years and I am still in love with you”

Lilia Vanrouge:O sol e a lua by, poqueno Cidadão

“O sol pediu a lua em casamento. E a lua, disse. Não sei, não sei, não sei. Me dá um tempo. E 24 horas depois o sol nasceu a lua se pôs e. O sol pediu a lua em casamento E a lua, disse. Não sei, não sei, não sei. Me dá um tempo”

Silver (Vanrouge): Hidden in the sand by, tally hall

“We were playing in the sand. And you found a little band. You told me you fell in love with it. Hadn't gone as I planned. When you had to bid adieu. Said you'd never love anew. I wondered if I could hold it. And fall in love with it too. You told me to buy a pony. But all I wanted was you”

Sebek Zigvolt: Valentine by, Laufey

“What if he's the last one I kiss? What if he's the only one I'll ever miss? Maybe I should run, I'm only 21. I don't even know who I want to become. I've lost all control of my heartbeat now. Got caught in a romance with him somehow. I still feel a shock through every bone. When I hear an "I love you". 'Cause now I've got someone to lose”

-:OC’s:-

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: Soft Bitch by, Rio Romeo

“Love made me approachable. Love made me sweet. It's fucking miserable. But it can't be beat Love made me cordial. It never ends. I want to terrify you. But instead we're friends. Love made me soft. For the best”

Tao Yùchi: I won’t say (I’m in love) by, Susan Egan

“I thought my heart had learned its lesson. It feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming get a grip, girl. Unless you're dying to cry your heart out. You keep on denying. Who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, we're not buying. Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up. When ya gonna own up. That ya got, got, got it bad”

Igor Kazentoc: love like you by, Rebecca Sugar

“I always thought I might be bad. Now I'm sure that it's true. 'Cause I think you're so good. And I'm nothing like you. Look at you go. I just adore you. I wish that I knew. What makes you think I'm so special. If I could begin to do. Something that does right by you. I would do about anything. I would even learn how to love”

Junto Shuisha: would you be so kind? By, Dodie

“Oh, would you be so kind As to fall in love with me? You see, I'm trying I know you know that I like you But that's not enough. So if you would, please fall in love. I think it's only fair. There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere (wanna share?). 'Cause I like you but that's not enough. So if you will. Please fall in love with me”

Jasper Spade: first love/last spring by,mitski

“Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that. Lately I've been crying like a. Tall child. So please hurry leave me. I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me. 胸がはち切れそうで. One word from you and I would. Jump off of this. Ledge I'm on Baby. Tell me "don't". So I can. Crawl back in”

Najih Al-Amin: Don’t you dare by, Kaden MacKay

“Just gеt out of my daydreams. You’re an unwelcomе guest. And stop making me miss you. ‘Cause you leaving’s for the best ‘Cause I just couldn’t stand having you as my crutch. You’re a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it’ll burn me too much To bear. So don’t you dare”

Aikat Spanos: Passing papers by, Egg

“Cause Smiles are my weakness and I think yours is the prettiest. And you show it quite a bit when I'm with you. It's almost entertaining how we're searching for the same thing. But I could never try to see it through. Yes I meant it when I said that you were pretty. We never knew each other well and it's a pity. Sometimes I wonder if when you hear 1950. I come to mind”

Phobes Spanos: Dance with me by, Topline Addicts

“You say "Come and dance with me". But I'm a bit too shy so I just smile politely. I know you want me to. What have I got to lose? You said, "Let me dance with you". But I got two left feet, no rhythm, or groove. I'm dancin' anyhow. But I still walked home by myself”

Ngl this was a lot of fun to do. I might do a part two with the staff and rsa, probably with the rest of my OC’s too^^

Likes and comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3

[strawberryya]

love to keep me warm

seokmin x reader

synopsis: The holiday season is approaching, and you and your boyfriend decide to spend Christmas together for the first time since you began seeing each other. Trees must be chosen, sweets must be made, and gifts must be wrapped and placed just in time for the day. And nothing makes it better than doing it together with Seokmin.

currently playing: love to keep me warm - laufey, dodie

word count: 5.2k

genre/contains: fluff, comfort, moments of love, long-term boyfriend!seokmin, gn!reader, mentions of food, cats, overload of cute shit and sickeningly in love people, physical affection (kisses, cuddles), domestic things, Christmas gifts

a/n: merry Christmas guys! this is a part of the snowventeen collab that @svthub is doing this year and you can find the masterlist for all the wonderful December and holiday-themed fics here! have a happy holiday this weekend!!

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The first snow always reminded you of those first months with Seokmin; the excitement, the nervousness, and all the firsts you had together during that first season you spent together. It had been two years since then, and by now all those first seemed to already have happened for you two. 

All but this, you realized, this was the first time you two would be spending Christmas together. 

Instead of going home to visit family in your childhood homes, you would be spending it in the city, together. It would also be the very first Christmas you two would be celebrating in your new place which you had only moved in together earlier this year. 

Now you were standing in the street, looking up at the streetlight and watching the tiny crystalized flakes floating down towards the ground where they quickly disappeared into the dark asphalt. 

“This is fucking incredible,” you said, flabbergasted at your own timing. 

“I think this might be a sign,” Seokmin responded, making you look at him with a questioning expression, “it’s the universe telling us that we will find the perfect tree for sure,” he explained with a decisive and assuring voice without even seeing your face. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at this, but perhaps he was right. Just as you had begun walking towards the plaza where they had begun selling trees for the holidays, the very first snow had appeared from thin air, shocking you both and apparently giving your boyfriend enough reason to think that the universe was on your side on your Christmas tree hunt this cold December evening. 

“I hope you’re right, I really want us to get the most perfect tree for our first Christmas together!” you cheerfully exclaimed into the night air. 

“Well, if that’s what you want, that is what you must get my love,” he said with a warm smile as he pulled you close to his side and continued to stride towards the tree market with renewed purpose. You giggled at his behavior but followed along without protest. 

Two years, and he was still trying his very best to give you everything you wanted. If you asked, you were sure he would try and give you the world, wrapped up in a shiny little box with a pretty bow on top as he stared into your eyes as if you were the only world he needed in his life. 

You were smiling to yourself as you walked towards your destination while admiring the snowfall that had begun laying a thin, sheer layer across the dark roads and sidewalks where you were promenading arm in arm with your boyfriend when he interrupted your daydreaming. 

“So what exactly is it that we’re looking for when it comes to the perfect tree? Do we have a checklist?” 

“Not a checklist per se… however, I do have some thoughts,” you began, and from the way Seokmin was nodding you understood that he was eager to hear these thoughts of yours. “First of all, I want it to smell good of course, but more importantly, I need one that won’t litter our floors with tiny needles these next couple of months,” you said, cringing from the pure pain of imagining stepping on those little pointy things. This is not even to mention having to vacuum the space literally every two seconds since the cats would most definitely be doing everything but leaving the tree alone and in peace. 

It seemed like Seokmin had fully realized the pain in the ass one of those trees would be and quickly agreed with your requirements. By now you had reached the market, and you were standing at the far end of a huge parking lot, remarkably lacking in the car department and instead filled to the brim with what looked to be a giant forest that had sprouted overnight. 

“That definitely sounds preferable. Let’s go with one of those… now which one is that?” he asked and looked around at the hundreds of trees standing leaned against fences and tied up with ropes in lines up and down the aisles. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dumbfounded expression, but honestly, you were feeling a tad overwhelmed by the sheer number of trees you had to select yours from. 

“If I remember correctly from my googling I would say we should look at Fraser fir or Caanan fir, but also the classics like Balsam fir and Grand fir, and then we can see which one we can find a pretty one of,” you rambled, Seokmin nodding his head as if he knew precisely what you were talking about (he did not).

“I can’t really see if there are sections for the specific ones yet, so what do you think about just wandering until we see one that looks good, and then we ask what it is?” Seokmin suggested, which you agreed to very quickly since you didn’t really feel like asking for help right away. Especially since the small snowflakes had begun falling on top of the dark green needles covering the area surrounding you. 

It was so beautiful, you felt as if you had wandered down some sort of magical winter wonderland while you analyzed the potential of each of the trees. 

You walked down the rows of leaning trees, asking Seokmin to lift one up every now and then to get a better look at the tree when it stood up properly, and catching it when it inevitably (and of course accidentally) was dropped by your boyfriend, then followed by giggles from you and his flustered self apologizing and explaining how he once again just lost his grip on the prickly tree for a second and that he was sorry you were now covered in tiny needles. 

Nevertheless, none of the trees, not even the ones that literally crashed into you, turned out to be THE tree you were searching for. 

At least that was until Seokmin stopped right in his tracks, your body shifting a bit along with him as the forward motion you had going was now being pulled back to instead come to a sudden halt by the arm connected to the boyfriend who had just decided to stop. However, before you could ask why the hell he had stopped without warning you saw what he was staring at, his face concentrated and his eyes squinting as if to decide if he was seeing it right. 

“Oh… you’re a genius,” you breathed out as you looked at the majestic tree in front of you. 

He stopped squinting as you said this, instead he looked over at you and chuckled briefly at the look of wonder on your face. The simple fact that a tree could make you so happy gave him a feeling of something great. It was a sensation that he couldn’t place right away, but it was love he soon realized. Not the kind he had felt during that first winter you had spent together, when everything was new and exciting in a puppy-love kind of way. No, this love was all-consuming and so so sweet, and most of all comforting. It felt so safe that he wanted to freeze this moment and revel in this feeling; the feeling that you were what all those people had talked about when they said that home isn’t a place - it’s a person. 

You felt like home, he thought, and felt it in his every cell. 

Right as you proclaimed “This is the one,” Seokmin quickly pecked your soft cheek as the smile on his lips grew even wider along with your sudden decisiveness to pick up the giant tree and bring it home with you. 

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This was of course easier said than done, but in the end, you both made it home with both the tree and yourselves intact (for the most part). 

“Holy shit, I had no idea getting a tree inside and up all those stairs would be that harddd,” you whined as you finally plopped yourself down onto the couch after having managed to put the tree in its foot. 

After just a little while to rest you got up, sprinting towards the cabin where you store all the decorations. You looked over at Seokmin who was an exhausted mess on the couch you had just gotten up from and nodded while looking straight into his eyes. In response his own gaze hardened a bit, noticeably bearing the meaning of him understanding the seriousness of the moment. 

“Let’s do this.” he said with a determined tone and you pulled out the multiple boxes you had both managed to collect from both family and from years of living by yourselves. It was time to decorate the house and the tree, and it would get done tonight! 

At least that was what you both intended for when you had begun. 

However, as most things you two do together, the hanging of the lights and stars in the windows, the colorful bulbs in the Christmas tree, and the many many elves and Santas that needed to be placed out in every nook and cranny, soon turned into a much slower affair. 

At this point the stars had been hung, a couple of Santas had been placed in their new homes for the season and it had somehow already been hours. You had decided that a late dinner would be eaten once you had finished the tree, and then you would get the rest done tomorrow since every step was taking at least double the time you had calculated. 

Now, you might wonder: why were things taking so damn long?? And well the only answer either of you could come up with was that it was simply impossible to make your new home into a Christmassy home without taking your time with every step. Every Santa and elf needed a name and a personalized home, which of course took its own little time to figure out, and then the fact that neither of you were experts on how to hang lights took a little extra time even though it was definitely quicker than housing and naming the tiny figurines. However, the thing that took up most of your time in the end, was the neverending talking. Somehow you still hadn’t run out of things to talk about after all this time spent together, which you found astounding if you were honest. 

“I kinda miss having my own chocolate calendar this year,” you said when Seokmin asked if you were missing anything Christmas related this year. 

This made him chuckle, “Why don’t we go get you one tomorrow then? I think that one is worth keeping alive.” 

“Yeah? I’d love that,” you smiled as you hung yet another red bulb on one of the branches in front of you, “Which traditions do you wanna have for us?” 

“Maybe making a gingerbread house and then eating it whenever my parents weren’t looking?” he answered, making you laugh at the thought of a teeny little mischievous Seokmin trying to break off a tiny piece of the house and running away as soon as he got it. 

“Cute,” you laughed, “definitely worth keeping too, would you be eating one we made in secret too?”

“Well, of course, it’s half the fun isn't it.” 

You shook your head, but it was impossible to put a stop to the laughter bubbling up as you thought about grown-up Seokmin copying little Seokmin as they ran away with big eyes that looked ever so scared to get caught. 

The tree continued being dressed, the decor filling most branches with sparkles or different shades of red and gold. In the meantime, the conversation ended up touching on all kinds of traditions you both had had in your childhoods. Like powdered sugar and vinegar bookmark decor for the tree, oranges pricked with clove and hung with a shiny red ribbon in the kitchen, and the endless baking that used to be done in your childhood homes around this time.

Of course, the kittens decide it was absolutely necessary to help out, or well, to play around with strands of tinsel that was now in places of your apartment that you wouldn’t look in until way into next year. A surprise gift if you may say so. 

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Cookies of all shapes and sizes had been made and you were in a Christmassy and cozy mood on this fine baking day. The jazz playing in the back was flowing through your body as you wiggled your body, arms close to your chest as you shook your bum in slow side-to-side motions in beat with the jazzy holiday music. 

From behind you a chuckle was heard, making you turn around, never stopping your little dance for a moment, the action inviting Seokmin who had spotted your moment to join you in your dancing. 

He walked up to you, reaching forward his hand while bowing slightly. 

“May I have this dance?” he asked in a deep genteel voice which made you choke back a laugh that was threatening to burst out. 

“Oh, what a gentleman you are this evening,” you joked, and let your hand fall into his. 

He carefully and rather sensually took the hand you had placed in his hand and repositioned it carefully on top of his shoulder, leaving it there as he led your other hand to meet the first one behind his neck. You let your fingers slide through his soft locks as he pulled you in by the waist, both hands placed carefully around you. He was so warm and comforting you thought, loving the way he held you safe in his arms as you swayed together to the music playing throughout the kitchen. 

As the music had a drop he spun you around, making the warm light all around you blur, creating a magical aura just behind Seokmin who looked even lovelier than usual with a warm smile on his beautiful face and messy flour on his cheek. 

You laughed at the feeling of being spun and as you came back to being held in his arms you gave him a peck before you let his neck go in order to reach for one of the trays of newly baked cookies you had been waiting to eat until they wouldn’t burn your mouth completely. 

Soon Seokmin began cutting out tiny gingerbread shapes on the counter yet again, meanwhile, you were placed a bit away from him, nibbling on pieces of dough you had managed to steal away from him as well as cookies you had pulled out of the oven minutes before. Your position gave you the perfect angle to look at your pretty boyfriend concentrating on the shapes in the dough in his red Christmas apron you had gotten him last year, as well as a pretty view of the dark sky just outside your window. 

The snow falling outside once again reminded you of those first months of your relationship. Everything was really so different now, not in a bad way, but the fireworks had somehow faded into this safe bonfire relationship. It kept you both warm and cozy but you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt like something was lacking. 

“Do you ever miss it?” you asked, not stopping the impulse to find out if he had been thinking about the same thing as you. 

“Miss what?”

“Miss how it used to be. With us.” you tried to further explain. 

“If I miss how we used to be?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. 

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about how it’s different now, but I don’t know. I don’t think I would say I miss it.”

“What would you say then?”

“I would say that you’ve become my person, my… home,” he said and looked up from the tiny tree shapes in the dough. 

You giggled a bit, trying to hide just how flustered you became after hearing him call you his home. “You’re my home too now,” you said peeking out from behind your hands that you had put up as a fort in front of you. 

“Why are you asking this though? Do you miss it?” he asked as he placed the final gingerbread figure on one of the sheets and picked up another ball of dough to get started with. 

“I don’t really know, I think I’ve been reminiscing about it since we met around this time, you know? And for some reason I just kinda… I don’t know, I just wanted to know how you saw it,” you said and shrugged as you smiled a small smile. 

“I get it, I have been thinking about back then too, but honestly I think were both better now. Yeah, we’re not the same people as back then and of course, we’re not the newly in love people we were back then… but we have grown, and so has our relationship.” 

You nodded, listening intently to what he was saying, feeling a type of relief settling over your restless mind. 

“Just so you know,” you said with a wide smile on your face, “I think I love you even more now than then, I think my feelings grew or something.” 

“I can’t lie, I think mine did too because every day I seem to find another thing about you to love,” his entire face shone as he spoke and it touched you more than you were prepared for, “it’s mindblowing honestly.” 

You nodded again, smiling as he rolled out the dough in his hands and glanced up at you where you sat, no longer nibbling away at the dough in your hands, holding back the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. 

He was right you realized, it wasn’t that you missed the excitement of feeling the fireworks as much as it was just knowing that you had changed, knowing things would never be that way again. But it was okay, things change, and in this case, you knew deep down that it had in fact changed to something even better. You had finished wandering the streets under the open sky with fireworks exploding and the cold making you shiver, now you were home. 

You shook your head, enough sappiness, for now, you thought as you rose and grabbed the spoon in the empty bowl that was once filled with melted chocolate for the cookies. You licked the spoon, removing the leftover chocolate from the metal surface of the utensil before you put it down in the sink. When you turned around, however, you were met with a shocked look on Seokmin’s face, an expression that soon turned into unstoppable laughter making you panic for just a second before you realized that you must have gotten some of the melted chocolate on your face. 

You scowled at him for laughing at you when you didn’t know why. However, there was no way you would let him have all the fun on your behalf!

So in retaliation, you puckered your chocolaty lips at him, letting him know that you would be messing up his pretty face if you got your way. Before you got the chance though, your forehead was met with a large hand pushing you back and holding you in place. He was just out of reach and you pouted just a bit before you tried yet again. 

“C’mon! Let me kiss you! I need my revenge!!!” you shouted as you continued trying to get away from the hand that was creating an impenetrable wall between you and your target. 

Just as you were in the middle of another escape attempt the wall suddenly disappeared and Seokmin’s laughter subsided into a small smirk decorating his gorgeous face. 

“Fine, do it,” he smirked and pulled you in close to him, the sudden shift had your heart palpitating in your chest. 

“Thank you,” you said and smooched his cheek, leaving chocolate traces all over. 

Seokmin looked down at you with the same goofy smirk he had had before you kissed him, “Happy now?” he said and you looked at him with a faux angry look on your face as you fought your own emotions so as to not let your smile bubble up and show on your face. However, that was a battle you were destined to lose against yourself and you cracked within seconds. 

He gave you a quick peck before he unwrapped his arms from around you and went to fetch a damp paper towel to clean the mess off of your face as well as his own. You couldn’t help but sigh deeply as you watched him move around the kitchen. I kinda hate you for making me this happy, you thought as you smiled to yourself. It was really not fair how he could make your heart flutter still after all this time - so rude. 

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In the few days right before Christmas, you were both busy trying to sneak all those hidden gifts out of their hiding places and wrap them. However, there were surprisingly few moments where either of you could manage to find the time to secretly wrap your gifts. One might expect it to get easier when you’re just two in a household, but for the two of you it turned out to be one of the hardest things you had ever had to do. 

Somehow you both managed to walk in on the other as they tried to wrap their things, resulting in panicked shouting as Seokmin was entering your bedroom after coming home just a bit early from work one evening. Alas, conversations such as “NO! Don’t come in!!” “What why? Is something wrong?? Are you okay?” “Yeah! I’m just wrapping stuff, so go away!!!” followed by muffled laughing from Seokmin on the other side of the door as he went back into the living room with a “Put a damn sock on the door next time honey!” Which of course led to you scowling at him through the closed door. 

Another time you had rushed into your bedroom after one of the cats who had kidnapped one of the Santas as he had decided it was now his and his only and he would take it. So just as you ran through the doorway you saw the blurred figure of Seokmin appearing before you, the cat quickly disappearing from your view. He threw himself directly at you, kissing you breathlessly as he backed you out of the room, effectively closing your eyes as you melted into the kiss and simultaneously keeping his gifts secret from you. 

His techniques were surprisingly good as he managed to act on the spot every time, coming up with a new way to hide his secret little presents. They did end up with him kissing you most of the time, but… well okay maybe he only had that one way to get you to not look. However, it did work each and every time. 

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Christmas eve, it was finally here, and you had spent the day in Christmas-themed pajamas under your covers with Seokmin. The food had been ordered in and the cookies you had baked were being eaten with gusto as you watched your fourth or fifth movie of the day (they were blending together at this point). 

On top of your both, the cats were cuddling together identically to their parents underneath the fluffy covers. The entire day had actually turned out perfectly, which seems like something that should be impossible when it comes to big holidays, but it really had been just perfect. The apartment felt so Christmassy and the food had been incredible, and since you had ordered it in there weren’t even any dishes which might’ve made the day a tad bit less perfect. 

The happy ending of the movie was just coming to an end, the scene ending with the kiss under the mistletoe and the camera panning away to the carollers in the snow singing about basically exactly what had been happening in the movie as the credits began rolling. 

“Should we do Home Alone next? I’m in the mood for some violence now,” you asked, receiving confirming nods from Seokmin who had a cookie currently halfway in his mouth. 

But as you bent over to pick up the remote from the table in front of you, you caught a glimpse of the clock in the kitchen. “Oh my god? I didn’t realize it was this late,” you said with a gasp. 

“You haven’t even gotten your gift yet!” you exclaimed and rose from your position, detangling yourself a bit from Seokmin, minding the cats so as to not disturb their Christmas-peace. “Wanna do gifts now?” 

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Seokmin agreed, still trying to finish his cookie. 

The both of you ran away to your separate secret hiding spots and returned within seconds, the wind chasing after you as you ran in excitement. Once you were both situated back in your spots, and the cats had begun placing themselves back in their own spots as well, you held out your gifts for him to take. He squished the package, a pensive expression taking form on his face as he tried to think about what it could possibly be. 

“Do the little one first, I think that would be best!” you advised, finding it hard to keep your excitement inside as he began unwrapping the paper. 

Seokmin pulled out a pair of beautiful wool socks from the shiny wrapping, his smile growing as he looked at them. “These are perfect! Thank you gorgeous,” he said and gave you a peck before he gestured towards you that it was your turn to open the packages he had placed in between you for you to grab. 

You picked up the small, hard, and rather heavy package which surprised you at first. However, as you began pulling off the wrapping a lovely scent began spreading from the present. The candle you pulled out from its hiding spot was huge and red, and the fragrance of cinnamon apple with a hint of firewood made your heart and brain melt with cozy feelings. 

“Oh my god, it smells so good!!” you exclaimed, shoving your nose into the candle yet another time. 

“I hoped you would like that one, it felt so Christmassy you know,” he said with a huge grin on his face as you had your eyes closed in an effort to try and become one with the candle in your hands. 

“I love it, now, your turn!” 

“Alright, really hope we didn’t get the same thing,” he said, glancing over at the package you had yet to open which was roughly the same size and looked to be just as soft as the one he was holding. 

“I doubt it, but you never know,” you snickered, excited to see how he would react to your gift. 

It didn’t take long before the wrapping had been ripped off along with the ribbon, which to the cats’ pleasure was now available to steal and play with on the floor beside the couch. Left in his hands was a soft pile of fabric; a quilt he soon understood. The pattern, intricate and beautiful, completely covering the large blanket. 

Seokmin was stunned just by how pretty it looked, but you spoke up, telling him to check the little leather patch in the corner of the quilt. As he read the words written on the patch his gaze became even softer than earlier, and as he looked up at you he said out loud “Love to keep me warm…” 

You giggled, yet again a bit flustered from his unfiltered emotions being shown so obviously on his face, no matter what was happening, “What I mean is that I never really feel the cold, because you know, I have your love to keep me warm,” you began, emotions making your throat a bit thicker than usual as you tried to finish your explanation, “and so, I was thinking that now you will hopefully always be warm too with the help of this… and that it will remind you of how much I love you too.”

The tears felt like they would fall any second now, and then Seokmin pulled your entire body towards him, embracing you so tightly you could feel and hear how loud his heartbeat was inside of him. He kissed the top of your head and whispered “I love you too, thank you,” into your hair. You smiled widely as you buried your head in his warm embrace, letting a couple of tears escape from your eyes and ladning on the soft fabric of his shirt. 

For a couple of minutes, you both just stayed like that, swaying slightly, kissing each other whenever you looked up and his hands stroking your back softly as you talked about how pretty the fabric of the quilt is. 

“Wanna open your last gift?” Seokmin asked, “I mean, I don’t think it will be anywhere near as good as this one but maybe you will like it anyways.”  

“I will love it, I’m sure,” you told him, which you within the coming minute would have to regret saying if you were honest. Because what you found inside the shiny wrapping was four sweaters and not just any sweaters, but matching sweaters; matching ugly Christmas sweaters you realized as you stared at the one you were holding up in front of your incredibly shocked face. 

“They’re… really cute,” you said, baffled by how ugly these particular ones actually were. However, when you picked up the tiny ones, realizing that they were indeed ugly Christmas sweaters made for cats you couldn’t hold in your giddy laughter anymore. Seokmin looked so proud of his gift, and you knew that he did really think they were cute and you knew you would never have the heart to tell him otherwise so you didn’t. Instead, you looked over at him with a pout on your face, “They’re absolutely perfect baby, I love them. And you even got the cats their own, that’s so cute!”

This made Seokmin smile like a very cute fool, “Yeah? I wasn’t sure but they had it in so many sizes and I thought it could be cute,” he rambled on about the sweaters and you looked yet again at the one in your hand. Maybe they aren’t actually so bad, you thought, loving the way he had thought about you and the cats when he got them. Even if they weren’t cute in and of themselves, at least he was cute enough to make them a great Christmas gift anyways. 

Putting them on the cats turned out a lot more difficult than either of you had imagined, but to your surprise, they were unexpectedly comfortable. With yet another kiss you enveloped his pretty lips with yours, saying thank you yet again before you snuggled into the soft fabric of your Christmas gift in Seokmin’s arms, the cats settling in their spots on top of the covers yet again. It really had been a perfect holiday season this year, and for this and many more reasons you felt yourself getting excited about next year’s festivities already. 

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No Big Deal (i love you)

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader.

inspired by this song by Dodie :)

warnings : none tbh, just pure fluff and maybe a little too wordy. oh and mentions of religion. read author's note for specifics!!!!

a/n : this is a super duper self indulgent fic. uhh i was feeling kinda off and i wanted to write something for myself and something that would make me feel comfortable. i also got accepted into a French based college so,,,, inspired by that, too, I guess? but anyway, this IS very self indulgent, as said before, so read at your own risk cause some of the things might not be understood or like. they might not be your thoughts(?) usually i try to be more reader inclusive since yk everyone comes from different backgrounds, but i was really proud of the writing here so I decided to post it :) you don't have to enjoy it (!) it's just a ramble of thoughts, really. anyways have fun <3

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Jean’s love doesn’t feel new. His love feels more like something you’d already lived in before, something that was yours before you even claimed it to be.

And maybe it was. He had offered to sit and sketch with you in the park near your university, bringing you a warm coffee and holding you sketching materials for you before you could have a chance to complain. His free hand took a hold of yours as if it was meant to. And out of all things, you noticed his hand every time you weren’t holding it. His left hand would be free, dangling at his side, his fingers flexing and unwinding until they found yours, until you let them find your right hand to slip in, fitting in beautifully. The ridges in your hands were meant for his calloused ones, you think, and you keep thinking that maybe the slots in your hands, the folds that claimed to hold your future fit perfectly against his. Maybe it was overthinking, maybe it was wishful and stupid, but you wanted a future in his hands. If he sculpted as well as he drew, you’d let him sculpt the rest of your life just so it could have a part of him, just so he could imprint his fingerprints meticulously into the shape of your future. Your shared future, you hoped.

He's sitting beside you and you’re aware of your shoulder brushing his on the small Parisian bench, watching the people walk their dogs, listen to music, talk on the phone, hold hands, share an ice cream. You wonder if they’ve felt love like this, you wonder if they’ve tasted the same taste you have when you love him, the metallic taste of your own pumping heart and the sweet citrussy taste of the oranges he peeled for you the other day. you wonder if they smelled it too, his cologne, but then again, you’re glad they didn’t because if depriving everyone else of the love you had for him and vice versa meant that you could have it all for yourself, then you would. You would sit in this park bench forever, tasting your love, the one you stored for him, smelling his love for you, watching as his left hand danced gracefully on his sketchbook as if it had to show an audience. You don’t dare take a peek in his sketchbook – you don’t want to disturb his craft until he asks you to. Until he lets you.

He licks his lips, cold against the rainy weather. The wind is picking up a bit, you note, glad you were carrying your umbrella even if it would be futile to run home in this weather. You had come across this experience countless times since moving here – the rain starting as expected, as unexpectedly, as beratingly, and the cold pelts of the water hit you with sudden realisation that the wind was too strong against your umbrella as you abandoned it when jean took a hold of your hand, drifting to the nearest indoor establishment. His hair would be damp by the time you’d reach, and it would have made no difference to keep walking towards your home, but the quiet of the new store was welcome, as was the warmth. you’d pant, hands on your knees, and jean would run a hand through his hair, removing his scarf and handing it over to you with a small smirk.

You would take the scarf home every time.

You took a sip of your coffee, relishing it’s warmth between your hands. The heat was welcome on your cool digits. Uneven blood circulation and all that, sure, but also an excuse for him to hold your hand and stuff his and yours into the pocket of his trench coat that was almost always filled with lint, and some days, an unused napkin or a tissue he stole from your earlier café date.

Jean’s love is present. Yours hopes to be, pleads to be, desperately begs to cling on to being enough and whole and constant. You hope it is. Maybe you should ask him, you think, but all you manage is to lean your head on his shoulder and let your body do the talking your lips so stubbornly don’t. you shift closer to him, Paris is the city of love after all, and you hoped no one would bat an eye to you. not that you’d care if they did. he was yours to show to the whole world, and you were sure that he’d let you string him along to introduce him to god if you ever left Jean's side and if you ever made it do the gates of heaven, introduce god to him, abandoning the principles that shaped you, the religion that you were born from, just to smile and tilt your head and show him off.

“jean.” You called out to him.

“yes, love?” he answers with a question, glancing to his left, seeing your head on his shoulder and the way your chest moved with each breath. He waits until you answer his answer.

“you’re really pretty.” You say finally, and you swear this is the only time your mouth has worked to show your affection so openly and genuinely. Sure, you’ve called him pretty before, as he donned on his dark blue suit, buttoning the cuff of his shirt, or even while he sipped the tea you made him in the morning, sitting on the marble kitchen counter without a shirt because he ran hot ("in always hot, babe" he says). But you hoped this time he’d pick up in the massive gaps your dialogue left from your thoughts, you hoped he’d see what you’re really trying to say.

“youre beautiful, actually.” You clarify. You hope he sees through it.

Jean doesn’t say anything for a moment. For a moment, its silence, only the sound of whirring wind and leaves moving with said wind. So you speak again, like you have an audience, like you have a spectator, like this is the only thing that’s worth saying. You’re pretty sure it is.

“like… it’s more than being beautiful. I think…. I mean, ive been thinking, that you’re more than what you think you are. I know I’m probably not making any sense but… it’s unsaid, you know? How much I actually love you. like you say it a lot, and you mean it, and I say it a lot too, and I mean it but theres just so much more to it than I tell you. its not even anything like that phrase 'if you asked me to, I would,' which I would. I’d do everything you asked me to. But its also more like… I know you wont ask me anything. I know I am enough. Like…for the first time, jean, you make me feel like I’m enough. You make me feel comfortable….no, wait. You make me feel… you make me feel like I’m living inside a star. not as hot or big or threatening as the sun, not so cold and lonely and far away as the moon but just enough, like the stars, like…. Like it’s just us, you know? and you don’t have to even say anything for me to feel the love you have for me, like, I don’t doubt you or your love or my love for you which is rare, and admitting it sounds too big and scary, but….yeah. I love you in every sense of the word. Im sorry if I cant say it or if it doesn’t…sound the way it should from my mouth, but I hope you see it, yeah? Like, the unsaid things we do for each other, I hope you know I notice and I hope you know I do them too.” you say. you kept saying until he could stop you, which to your surprise, he didn’t.

He was still silent. You didn’t pick your head up from his shoulder, preferring his warmth to your own. You cleared your throat. “um… yeah. that’s all. You’re beautiful and I love you. a lot. I hope you know that, even if I cant tell it to you all the time. I draw you and write about you and to you, not as proof but because if I say it out loud I don’t know how much of it I’ll say or if it’ll even be understood and....I’m still talking. Shit. Sorry. I mean, I’m not sorry for loving you or saying this. Yeah.” you complete. Your arm had slipped through the gap of his, and his pencil has stopped sketching the moment you started speaking, hovering on the paper without the purpose jean gave it.

He still hasn’t said anything.

You finally look at him with your head still resting on his shoulder. The sky is cloudy and the sun will set in about an hour, but that doesn’t stop the rays to peak through the fog and coat the back of his head entirely. But that’s not what takes your breath away. It’s the way he’s looking at you.

Jean’s eyes have always spoken more than his tongue had, like your hands have talked for you, through you. one look at his eyes and you’d find everything he was thinking about, all of the present emotions in his boundless heart. His eyes were a reflection to his art, to his soul and his mind. Honeyed with specks of darker browns and greens scattered across, the colours being art itself. Better than you could ever try to recreate through your hands, better than the first time he’d shown you around Paris, his hometown.

And he’s looking at you now like youre the piece of art. Not in the way he’d sceptically look at art in the museums and exhibitions, but in a way where you were the only piece of art that he found meaning in, without even having to search for it. In a way that you were the only art that he kept coming back to and in a way where you were the only thing in the gallery that was his most favourite. His heart was also racing, his chest achingly close to yours. his brows were pinched together, almost touching and his nose was scrunched up like he was about to cry, and you were sure he was, noticing how glossy his eyes had gotten. And his lips were the best part.

A small smile. You remembered one time he had complained about his lips, claiming they were the least favourite part of his face, saying they were too thin, but you shut him up quickly enough with a kiss. Maybe more. And he was smiling now. With the same lips that had touched almost every part of you. his eyes spoke their own words and his lips breathed life into them, making something meaningful.

And for you. specifically for you.

His right hand cups your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I know. I see it. I feel it, which is the best part.” He says, laughing at the end. You smile at the sound, liking the way it makes him move his shoulders and chest. “I never doubted your love. I know you don’t doubt mine. I wish I could say things as beautifully as you write, but I’m not that poetic. All I can say is I love you.” he says.

And you feel it. You see it. You know it. He’s speaking in a language only you two understand now, and its not the language of love as a universal concept, but the language of your love, of the one you have reserved only and only for eachother and no one else. like the trees speak the language of the earth, like the birds sing in the language of the sky and like the fish silently swim in the language of the ocean, its you and its him and its your own words.

Your own love, the one you made yourself for so many years, the one you proudly presented to him, and his own love, the one he crafted and perfected for so many years, proudly presented to you.

And you’re smiling the smile that only he sees, his heart is beating the way only yours hears.

Jean’s love, you realise, is as lived in and comfortable as the scarf wrapped around your neck.

And your love, he realises, is quiet, but demands to be acknowledged.

Your love, jean realises, is his.

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[allkinds-oftrash]

The Crown S5E7 Commentary

Non Spoiler Gist: Brilliant brilliant Diana centric episode - I loved every single minute of it! It was also interwoven well with Bashir prepping and manipulating Di into the interview, Diana’s romance with Dr. Hasnat Khan and a secondary  C-plot of Lizzie having lunches with William and Margot. 

Spoilers Under The Cut: 

The Bashir Interview episode Let's gooo

We love a Diana-centric episode Gosh she sounds so much like her I'm getting emotional I just love her so much??? This monologue on being separated is on point

Oooh we're getting Tween William this should be interesting Is that Dominic's actual son?? Nepotism at it's finest I wonder what he thinks of his dad's irl cheating and if he finds him being Charles as ironically meta as I do

Awww Harry my babeyyyy

Also gosh the press really were everywhere and invading every aspect of their lives huh This is so taunting he's like a spectacle Not them fighting at his school too LMAO THE SPITE HUG YES SHOW HIM THE LOVE DIANA

Bashir is KNEE deep in his research era huh Honestly all the scenes of him so far is just me being old enough to love Diana on my own and just watch every available clip and read every article on her. I was in the trenches with my Diana phase as a tween

Why does the actor look like this Tamil actor I know I'm shook they look very similar and like they could be related Okay I googled him no they do not only in this get up for some reason hsjjsjs Damnnn he's an ambitious one isn't he What are they doing with these bank statements???

Holy fuck the Earl Spencer's casting is EERIE they look THE SAME

What the fuckkkk I knew how he got the interview was unethical BUT NOT THIS UNETHICAL This is so shady omg omg This man I swear to God like he didn't waver ONCE

Lmao Diana saw this man ONCE and is a goner for him. She's just staring hshahh I really thought we'd get her and Dodi around this time but Hasnat Khan is pretty cute too I'll give her that She's adorable omggg

DIANA YOUR FRIEND'S HUSBAND MIGHT BE DYING AND YOU'RE THIRSTING OVER A MAN I cannot this is too funny pls Diana babes please read the room

Not William being short with his mother Goddd her phones being tapped is so scary

Oh dear god not the guys trying to take a pic of her WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK HER BRAKES AREN'T WORKING What the fuckkkkk I had a heart attack that was terrifying

Lmaoo this interaction with the Spencers - PEAK siblings Her paranoia was really preyed upon huh Poor her Patrick would notttt Bashir is lyinggg This is so painful to watch Danggg the way Elizabeth's face went red so fast damn girl she turned it ON

Oooh Willy is having lunch with Lizzie this ought to be fun Damn this boy has got the voice down we love to see it I really like their dynamic it's really sweet and kinda humanises them for me despite my issues with the two of them

NOT CHARLIES STILL TALKING ABOUT GORDONSTOUN The trauma is real yall

Awwee Diana in the hospital I love her so much she was really the sweetest soul wasn't she Lmaooo Di's like Oh??? My crush has noticed mee!!! She's so into him this is so cute I'm so invested in this sldhddjd

Ohmygod she called him sexy hskdjsk Dianaaaa A HUSBAND I LOVE HER BEING FLIRTY This Diana is SUCH A VIBEEEE "I'm constitutionally single" Lmaoo I'm using that They are ADORABLE why did it end 😭😭

Boooo Bashir leave her aloneee Holy shit mans is really laying it thick and telling her everything she wants to hear

Not Oprah being name dropped as an alternate for an interviewer Imagine if she had gotten the Di interview and also the H&M one - that would have been a TRIP

Damnnn the duality of the two Pakistani men in her life during this time. It's a very interesting parallel to see. One manipulating and exploiting her and the other offering her safety, privacy and kindness

Lmaooo Bashir did not say "I think she has a thing for me" Okay but thank god he didn't mean it like That That 1991 tour meant a lot to her didn't it? Lowkey wish we saw it instead of the Russian ep  We all have that special country away from home we fell in love with so I get it. I'm just glad they didn't make it out to be a exotic country or fetishise it in her eyes

Ohmygod she looks like Sophie Turner in that getup I got shook AWWE THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS I LOVE THEM OHMYGOD WHAT IS THIS FOREPLAY Their flirting is on point He keeps asking for consent it's so sexy

DR KHAN NO HSJDJJSJ Girlie was trying to be deep about her broken, neglected heart and this man goes "No your heart is fine. Quite a strong pulse actually." God he's SO endearing GJSHSJC DIANA I SWEAR She's sooo into him Bro she likes youuu and you like herr She did not call him a frog I'm screaming djdkdkd

Jesus Christ Lizzie we get it stop name calling and just say her name Yall are awful

Jesus Bashir are you trying to isolate her from EVERYONE Mans really using his mother tongue to his advantage I do sympathise with his struggles as an MOC in a very white industry  Gosh this is all so complex Like yeah he was REAL shady about it but he also did let her feel understood and allowed her that platform to lay it all on the line

"You can trust me" K Bashir K 🤡🤡

Oh dip this isn't the actual interview ep. Aights gonna take a short break before I watch the next one!

[kckenobi]

hiiii!!!! 1, 15, and 27 for the asks?

Helloooooo!!! Hope you're having a lovely morning!

1: if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Oh boy hmmmm ummmm

the Star Wars prequels

You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm (song)

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

How to Love the World: Poems of Hope and Joy (book)

My fic Rhapsody in Blue

I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson (book)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (poem)

Life Lesson by dodie (music)

One by Sleeping at Last (music)

Flute & Harp Arrangement of The Swan from Camille San-Saëns Carnival of the Animals (music)

15: five most influential books over your lifetime.

Oh god oh boy oh no. In no particular order

(1) The Book Thief by Markus Zusak: just the power of words, and the power of love in all its forms in the lowest of moments

(2) The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green: it's put a lot of things in a new perspective—the beauty of humanity and the horror of it, the fact that this planet will survive us, etc etc. Also has caused me to start rating random things on a 5-star scale so thanks for that

(3) I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson: for the concepts of loving your sibling and not knowing them at all, for them being half of your soul but not recognizing your own half.

(4) And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hossieni: for quotes like, "It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself."

(5) Everything Comes Next by Naomi Shihab Nye: a poetry anthology by my fave poet, for lines like, "I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do." And "So I’ll tell a secret instead: poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping. They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up. What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them." And "Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing."

27: do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?

Hmm, I don't think I've ever really thought about this one! People definitely have made assumptions about me in the sense of like.....lanky, glasses, enormous frizzy hair = huge nerd. But they were also....correct lmao. It's taken time, but I don't think I have many issues with my outside appearance anymore--I still get a little self-conscious of my skin, but I'm generally pretty content. I'm not sure what assumptions people make now, but I try not to care too much!

Identity asks

[the-firebird69]

Looks on his face or telltale. And Dave is the passenger Dodie is Mac behind him and Paris Hilton is in the back and she is Lady Diana behind her husband dave. They're late to rest and never got up again but the computer was up. This guy looks like a maniac okay. People say under duress he looks like this it might be thinking he's going to die anyways and that kind of stuff so they don't know if it's premeditated and they did investigate it before and they looked at all the medical records and x-rays and they're going to look again. A lot of people think that he wanted to murder the world and everybody on it and in it and use the computer to do so and the death of Mack I'm kind of believe them he's always acting insane around my husband and I want the piece of dirty s*** gone people are trying to use them as a threat because he did this. There's a lot of people who try and harm my husband for real including Tommy f and he was involved in this incident and he was working on Trump before it happened and he's the driver. What does something wrong with him being next door they don't like it it's very angering. He said it it's more like a psychology they're going to go around and use the best the real thing and the heaviest hand and their big huge bullies and their webs and cowards at the same time. I want them wiped out

Hera

He went through a lot of time explaining what this could be but what it looks like is he tried to commit suicide and hit me and them and kill the world because he's a disgusting idiot and at the time he's already found out for being a fraud years ago that is cleaning them to life like he's got every chance in the world sounds like he's lying and he's trying to hurt him we don't want anything to happen to him so going to have to stop him for real

Mac daddy

Now this is what Trump has done to Mac Daddy and tried to do he tried to actually kill him and he still at his laundromat and forcing his way in our son and daughter know what it is Trump has his moments and a lot of more luck too because they're weak will and we have to watch all the time and stop them all the time in the foreigners are using it as a threat by the way and they need to be stopped too they are incessant whiners about it they're kind of lazy people they're not very scrupulous and the way that the United States structured itself it looks like it's absolutely necessary so I'm sorry but both sides of you we're asking for this to happen and we know why you wanted to pressure to threaten to a cause chaos to try and kidnap our people we're back to the beginning but you lost people are very valuable and we know how to fix it too the AI was ours they were stuck in the grave and we already knew about it and tough tough s*** and you don't have it and you won't have it and you won't find it it was dismantled in Mars it was dismantled on Titan and a few other places because your killers and your mad Men and all this other s*** and you're really push it and the relatives are without the program because of this incident and that's what it is

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

[leejeann]

one of my favorite things about Dodie’s album being out isn’t even anything to do with the album itself. It’s that almost every reaction/cover/other youtube video involving the album at all that I’ve watched already has a comment from Dodie on it

Judging by how few views are on some of them (this one I’m watching now, which Dodie commented on, has 420 views currently) I can only imagine Dodie is searching her album on youtube to find them, and I just love that lol

[dee-at-the-last-drop]

Arcane Characters and their musical history + music taste

is this in the canon universe or an au? idk. maybe a bit of both <3

this is my first hc post, so have mercy on me! i have no idea if i’m formatting this correctly. this feels like a thought dump. you can also tell that i was an orchestra kid middle-high school and that i’m extremely partial to jazz :P

Caitlyn

• definitely had the classic piano + violin upbringing combo

• teen Caitlyn going ham at the violin? yeah. she was definitely first chair and everything

• her musical history is partly why Caitlyn’s posture is impeccable

• but truth be told…. our favorite enforcer has an affinity to the bass guitar

• which is HOT. (especially to a certain pink-haired someone)

• can sight read complicated bass lines and practices up in her room a lot, the amp blasting

• isn’t picky with her music taste but is nostalgic for pieces she learned growing up and a bit of jazz

• if she’s feeling particularly pine-y over a certain pinkette she’d pull out the yearning indie pop i’d feel

• i want to say she went through the dodie in her primary years -> hozier in her secondary years-adulthood pipeline but maybe that’s me projecting a little LMAOO

Jinx

• learns music very easily, could play any instrument she wanted to tbh

• but is surprisingly kin to the piano and violin, and silco has her playing music in The Last Drop occasionally

• i love the idea of Jinx practicing piano, brows knitted in concentration, and Silco watching her from the door frame practice and master a piece like the dad he is (definitely brags to Sevika about Jinx’s musicality afterwards)

• Jinx memorizing children’s tunes to annoy Sevika (and maybe heal her inner child a little) and all of Silco’s favorites to make him proud (though he always is, regardless)

• is so. SO good at her bowing and picking (in relation to the violin). it might sound chaotic at times but Jinx’s pizzicato + staccato are always so clean

• in terms of general music taste, i see Jinx as a hyperpop girl but i‘m interested to see what other people think

• also indulges in very dramatic classical music- both listening AND playing, i know Jinx puts all of her emotion into the music she plays

• p!atd/fob/tøp phase HAD to have happened at some point

Ekko

• local percussionist icon… everyone knows that Ekko knows how to make a good beat

• he’d tinker around and create his own instruments- better with every invention

• it’s giving rubber band guitar kid but 10x better

• got into drumming as a teenager and spray painted some cool (and slightly angsty) patterns onto his drum set

• also can definitely dance… not as related but…

• can play the viola as well and he played duets with jinx/powder growing up on the streets

• always thought that jinx was so impressive with her playing skills n he definitely tried to impress her with his own music

• this boy could/can VIBRATO!!! and he definitely smiles when he’s really into the music he’s playing too- you can see the joy written across his face

• he doesn’t play viola much anymore as an adult, not unless some of the Zaun children convince him to perform and play for them

• Ekko totally bonded with Jinx and their love for hyperpop when they were younger

• i feel like he’d generally listen to a lot of hype workout music, hip hop, and punk rock/alt rock

Vi

• Vi never really had the chance to play any music, nor did she really have an interest in playing growing up

• but I’m thinking of her finding Vander’s old guitar in a storage room one day and being determined to play it

• she’s embarrassed to ask Vander for help and it definitely takes a bit of time but Vi eventually masters Blackbird (by the Beatles) with Vander teaching her

• Vi is amazed that her hands could create sounds so lovely, and falls in love with the guitar- although she never really gets to learn many songs before she’s sent to prison

• But with the help of Caitlyn, Vi is able to start practicing again (she only remembers Blackbird, thinks it’s a bit embarrassing) ((Caitlyn thinks it’s cute))

• onto music taste: this girl is mainly all workout music i’m sorry…. but there’s probably a bunch of alt pop like chase atlantic and the neighborhood. also- doja cat.

• can I say she still listens to the Beatles sometimes because it reminds her of Vander and her old family <3 (idk why my brain is INSISTENT on it being the Beatles but)

• thinks that boy bands are the funniest thing ever. secretly jams out to a couple of their many of their love songs due to a certain Kiramann. accidentally becomes a 1D stan because of it

Mel

• was drawn to the cello from the very first time she watched an orchestral performance

• definitely vented out her emotions through playing music as a teen

• understands music theory really well and can play any tempo you give her

• would bring a small spray bottle for her rock stop (this is SO niche i’m so sorry i’m a cello player)

• first cello. top of the orchestra hierarchy in class

• Mel rarely has time to play anymore, but she gets extremely nostalgic listening to the cello and still uses it as a form of escapism when extremely stres.

• her music taste is. the Jazz in the Background playlist on spotify

• secret lover of ariana grande, taylor swift, and katy perry

• jayce walks into Mel humming California Girls once and almost loses his shit before remembering she’d murder him if he laughed outright at her

Viktor

• always wished he could be in an orchestra but never did

• studied music theory !!!!! and adored a violin that Heimerdinger gifted him when he entered the academy

• I also feel like Viktor has piano hands and definitely knows his way around one

• composes most of the music he plays but also loves indulging himself in improv

• music is a very personal thing for Viktor so he rarely performs/shares his music with others

• Viktor can SING. but you’d never know and he’s never tell you.

• his passion for music is second only to his passion for science and innovation

• Viktor also seems like a jazz listener to me…. and mitski. and other Sad Gay™ music

• creature w/ orchestra by half•alive is the most viktor song on the planet. go listen to it rn

Jayce

• trumpet kid (god i don’t know anything about band or band kids but)

• if he was in orchestra, he’d be THAT violin (derogatory)

• despite his big head, Jayce really is quite talented at the instruments he hones his skills on

• would be a very enthusiastic section leader

• front of the marching band, framed all of his band photos from “the glory days”

• Paramore boy. Ricky Montgomery. Imagine Dragons. very random music taste. closeted Lil Nas X fan (only Viktor and Mel know)

• I have a song for him as well. Vienna by Billy Joel <3

[bi-bard]

dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Johanna Constantine - Johanna Constantine Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Johanna Constantine

Pairing: Johanna Constantine X Reader

Word Count: 1,211 words

Warning(s): kinda steamy content (deadass, this is the most suggestive things on my blog), making out, fear of commitment, fear of losing partner, mention of demon possession

Author's Note: If nothing else, The Sandman was an aggressive reminder that I am a bisexual.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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in the bed

Hot little hints Toe a line between sexy and sick What's the deal, how much to feel? Will you think of me differently?

Johanna and I had an interesting relationship.

We weren't official. We didn't hold hands or go on dates or get each other gifts. We didn't do the small relationship things. But we were exclusive. I became her first call after a case. It was my doorstep that she would show up on when she needed to forget about the horrors of what she had seen.

I didn't mind that I didn't get to have the relationship that I craved from her. Not really.

Because I still had her.

When she knocked on my door at odd hours of the night, giving me that small smirk. Her hands pushing me back against the door as it shut behind us, her lips finding mine like they were following a G.P.S. A chuckle falling from her lips at the small noise of shock that tried to sneak out of the kiss.

I still had her.

When her hands started sliding up the shirt that I had worn to bed that night. Her hands always being just a little bit cold as she dragged them along the skin of my torso. Her lips finding my jaw and neck, nipping at spots just to hear my breath hitch.

I still had her.

When she decided that her thoughts have been effectively avoided and she lays down on the mattress next to me. She rolls over, her back facing me. I fight the urge to reach out and touch her.

I craved being able to hold her and tell her that I loved her. But that wasn't part of our deal. I didn't want to see the look on her face before she rejected me. I wasn't prepared for her to leave without smirking at me over her shoulder. I couldn't handle being left with only an image of her in my mind.

I was happy to sacrifice my craving for a real relationship if it meant that I didn't lose her.

Sick of Losing Soulmates

'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin I can finally see, you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?

I didn't have any memory of the last few days.

The last thing that I remembered was walking to work. After that, nothing. It was all just a blank spot before I was waking up in my bed.

I groaned as I tried to sit up. My head was killing me. I laid back on the pillows, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes.

"(Y/n)," I looked over when I heard Johanna say my name. "You're awake."

"Yeah," I mumbled. "My head hurts."

"Thought it might," she replied before pointing at my bedside table. There was some water and ibuprofen sitting there. "I'd get you something stronger, but this felt like a good place to start."

"Do you... Do you know what happened," I asked before taking the medicine and downing some water. "I remember walking home from work and then it's all a big blank spot."

She sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Johanna?"

"You were possessed."

The room fell silent. Tense. I didn't know what to say. What was someone supposed to say after they find out that they were possessed?

"I'm sorry. I should've been faster-"

"Johanna-"

"I should've protected you," she continued. "I am so tired of losing people. You would think that would make me smarter when it comes to things like this. You should just go-"

"Stop, please," I begged, grabbing her hand. "I'm right here. You didn't lose me."

"But I could've."

I brought her hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Come lay down."

"I should get you some food-"

"I want you to lay down and cuddle with me," I stopped her again.

I watched as she stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed. She crawled under the covers and laid on her side. I leaned over and kissed her softly, ignoring the headache that had yet to fade.

"I love you," I muttered. "No matter what."

"I love you too," she replied. "I don't know what I would do without you."

I nudged my nose against hers. "Neither do I."

Human

Paint me in trust I'll be your best friend Call me the one This night just can't end

It was rare for me to wake up before Johanna did.

She would usually be gone long before I ever woke up.

But today was different. I found my eyes fluttering open just as she pulled herself up. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, looking like she was struggling to force herself out of bed.

"Hey," I said quietly. Not that there was a risk of me waking up someone else.

"Hey," she replied, looking at me over her shoulder.

I paused for a moment. "You... You don't have to run off."

"What," she chuckled.

I pulled myself over to the other side of the bed. I didn't touch her. I just wanted to be close to her.

"Stay here," I suggested. "I could make breakfast. I have the day off. We could just spend the day together."

"(Y/n)..."

"I know that we've kept this fun relationship, but... I want more than that," I leaned forward, resting my forehead on her shoulder. When she didn't reply, I moved my head, letting my lips brush along the skin of her shoulder. "I... I love you, Johanna."

She tensed but didn't move. She didn't push me away or stand up. She didn't run away. I moved back slightly.

"We shouldn't," she muttered. "I live a very dangerous life, (Y/n). This arrangement is the best choice. We can still be together without the risk."

"Because demons never go after friends with benefits?"

Johanna glared at me over her shoulder.

"I don't care about the risk," I continued. "All I want is you. I'm willing to pay the price of being with you. Because I trust you. No matter what."

There was a long pause. One that made me sick to my stomach. Made we want to reverse the clock and erase that I ever said anything.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"I love you too."

"What," I asked.

"I love you too," she looked me in the eye instead of just in my general direction. "And if you're okay with the risk, then I am too."

"Really?"

She nodded.

I leaned over and kissed her. Softly. Not in the same hungry fashion that we had both become accustomed to. It was soft. Gentle. Careful. As I leaned back again, my face was burning, and I knew that I was smiling like an idiot.

"Lay back down," I said softly. "Please."

Johanna chuckled and shook her head. "And I thought that I was a bad influence on you."

"My bad influence is much more fun."

"Don't doubt that," she muttered as she crawled back into bed with me.

It felt like the beginning of something perfect.

I just hoped that she could feel it too.

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[secretlywritingstories]

I go to concerts alone. Not often and I do really like going with my friends as well, but I don’t mind going alone either. If there is an artist I want to see in and I know none of my friends know their music well, I’ll just go on my own. 

Because from the second I arrive at the venue, I’m not truly alone anymore. I am surrounded by other people who like this artist and their music. There will often be an overlap of interests elsewhere but even if the only thing similar about me and the person standing next to me was our love for this music that would also be alright. 

Two musicians who started out on YouTube, both whom I’ve followed for many years by now, have come to my city a couple of times after they broke through and became more mainstream artists. None of my friends properly listen to them, so I go alone. I’ve seen both multiple times. When they come to my city, I go. 

It puts me in a room full of people that I somehow vibe with without ever having spoken to them. I know some of them too must watched YouTube in that era and fell in love with these artists and stuck around to see their talents bloom and grow. I know for sure a lot of queer people will be in the audience since both of these artists are openly queer and well, we tend to find each other. 

It made tonight feel like a safe space. When the singer shouted out to ask how many queer people were in the house, so many hands went up, so many shouts were heard. I don’t know many openly queer people personally irl but I was in a sea of them. I too shouting and raising my hand because no one knows me there. No friends at my side who might throw me a questioning glance. I’m not questioning anymore and I don’t hide my queerness but I don’t flaunt it either. I just exist and breathe and I got to do that in that venue. 

And the songs, man, hearing the songs you’ve had on repeated actually sung live by the artist is something so magical. Most musicians adore and enjoy the stage and performing in front of their audience and it radiates off of them. I sang along to every song, clapped and shouted, stamped my feet. The air was electric. We all moved as one. It’s a magical experience. 

I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed it. It has been over 2,5 years since I’ve been at an actual concert because of the pandemic. It felt surreal to stand surrounded by people again, even in a relatively small venue. Shouting and singing. A part in the back of my brain was worried, a bit cautious, but I still managed to enjoy it. 

I had booked my ticket months ago, in the autumn when the concert was announced. On the day itself, I had a bit of a grey day, brain kind of heavy. Tired after a long week and processing an upcoming job shift that required a lot of mental processing. I did nothing much all day other than watch YouTube and read fic and then I got ready in the evening. 

Feeling the beat vibrate in my chest and adored lyrics sung so sweetly, I felt pulled back into the present. I felt alive. During the set, it felt like my fatigue melted away. I was abuzz, jumping and having a great time. All by myself and yet not alone in a crowd of people who were feeling the same as I. I’m so glad I don’t mind going to concerts on my own. It has always been an awesome experience. 

(Thanks for tonight, dodie. It was truly a blast. I hope to see you again in the future.)

[juniorgman187]

About Time (Reid Fic)

Summary: Reader’s offer to help Morgan renovate one of his properties makes Spencer jealous enough to confess what he never could before. 

A/N: I try to avoid specific Reid eras in my works so that it can be up to you how you imagine him, but please just imagine seasons 1 or 2 Spencer - I’m telling you it’ll make the experience richer. Also, I might improve this fic in the near future bc I’m not entirely happy with it. Category: Drabble, Fluff Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: None Word Count: 2.5k Playlist: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

Clink … Clink … Clink … 

The repetitive noise was barely discernible at first, then it became all that I could focus on. 

In an attempt to find the source, I looked up from my paperwork and scanned the room. It only took me half a second to discover that Morgan was the culprit. 

From across the round table, I watched as Derek absentmindedly stirred his coffee and sugar together, making a ‘clink’ noise each time his spoon hit the rim of the cup. This wouldn’t have been bothersome had it not persisted for more than 10 minutes which, by all accounts, is plenty of time for the sugar to dissolve.

“Derek… ” I sort of sang, trying to capture his attention as nicely as possible. 

“Derek.” I repeated, this time a little less quietly and a little more sharply. Still, my voice did nothing to stop the noisy stirring of his coffee. I stayed silent for a second, just in case he finally noticed I was speaking to him, but when he didn’t, I gave a concerned look to Spencer beside me as if to ask if he was seeing what I was and he returned just the same expression of confusion. 

That’s when I knew something was wrong. 

“Derek!” I said even louder, finally catching his attention. 

His head snapped in my direction, his ghost-like countenance falling away after looking directly at me. I was relieved to see proof of life had been regained behind his eyes. The abrupt reaction made me squint harder in his direction to decipher what was truly going on. “Is everything okay? You were kind of zoning out just now.” 

He sighed while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “It’s nothing. I just had a late night last night and I didn’t go to bed till three this morning.” 

“Oh?” I asked coyly. “And what was her name?” I brought my mug to my lips to hide my growing smirk behind the rim. 

He didn’t catch on right away, which to me was more than enough evidence that he wasn’t well. He was usually the first to be aware of an innuendo, maybe even the one to be making it. “Whose name?”

“The girl that kept you up till three this morning.” I mimicked his voice in crude yet playful imitation.

To this, he shook his head and rolled his eyes with a grin. “Alright, get your pretty lil’ head out of the gutter, Kitten. I was busy fixing up a property I got down in Emporia. Lost track of time. That’s all.”

Whether or not he was hiding something more, I didn’t care anymore. He’d piqued my interest in this new topic. “Emporia? That’s like 2 or 3 hours away.” 

His eyebrows lifted in agreement. “Yeah, like I said - late night.” 

Not even trying to tempt him with my words, I simply remarked, “But I mean it can’t be that hard though, right? Fixing up the house?” 

There was no verbal response from him, only a mirthless chuckle.

I was less careful with my words than I should’ve been, letting them flow through my mouth without filtering them first. “I’m just saying, I worked with Habitat For Humanity for years. We built thousands of houses from scratch, each of them within a matter of days.” 

He sat up in his seat and leaned forward to assert himself. It was nearly the same mannerisms he would display in an interview when he wanted to maintain dominance. “Well, that’s because you got how many people working on one house?” 

When I didn’t answer, he simply tapped the table and leaned back comfortably in his seat, prematurely relishing in a self-proclaimed victory. “Yeah, exactly. Whereas, it’s just little ol’ me fixing up these properties.”

“Okay, then I’ll help you.” 

He only snickered in response, lending way for me to believe he didn’t trust that I’d provide any sort of productive assistance. 

“I will!” I insisted. “Since you’re so convinced those houses were only built as fast as they were because it was a group effort, I want to prove to you that it’s actually because I’m just a fast worker.” 

“It’s not a race, Kitten. All I said was it took me a while to fix up the house. I don’t need you to help. And I wouldn’t be paying you even if you did, by the way.”

“Oh, I’m not doing this for money,” I reasserted. “I’m doing this for pride. I know I’m right, and I want you to know it, too.” 

It’s worth mentioning that Derek and I made these kinds of bets all the time. Our friendship was practically built on the foundation of competition. The first interaction I ever had with him was when he came up to me while I was arranging my desk to ask what I thought the odds were that he could toss his paper ball into the trashcan across the bullpen. 

Years Ago . . .

“What are the chances I’ll make the shot?” I heard a deep, unfamiliar voice inquire from behind me.

“You’re aiming for the trashcan all the way over there? No way.” This voice I knew was Elle’s. She’d been the second person to introduce herself to me and if I had to guess, the deeper voice belonged to the guy I recalled sitting diagonally from her. I made eye contact with him when I initially walked in, but he hadn’t taken the time to introduce himself to me, nor I to him. He seemed a little preoccupied … making a paper ball and all. 

“Actually, if Morgan’s throw had specific arc, the trajectory of the ball would -”

“He’s not making it, Reid.” Elle cut off the small, almost mousy voice promptly, shutting down any ‘pro-Morgan-making-the-shot’ argument he was about to make. 

You could get a lot from just listening. Some might call it eavesdropping, but I like to call it being observant, and from what I’d observed 

A) The one throwing the ball was Morgan. 

B) The smart-sounding one was Reid. 

C) Reid was a proponent of Morgan, so I could assume they were close friends. 

D) There were three very distinct, very different personalities in this general vicinity of desks alone. 

“O’ ye of little faith! Gimme a break, Elle. You’re just busting my balls ‘cause Reid came to me about Lila before he came to you.” 

“That has nothing to do with the fact that I’m right.”

“No, but it means you have bias.” Derek retorted.

“Fine then. If it means that much to you to have an unbiased opinion, let’s ask someone impartial - like Anderson.”

“Actually, I have a better idea,” The deep voice said as soon as I’d placed the last item on my desk - a stack of sticky notes in the shape of a cat’s face that’d been gifted to me the moment I exited the elevator by Penelope Garcia. 

“Excuse me, Kitten,” The deep voice purred. “You think I could get this ball into that trash bin right over there?” 

It took me a second to register that he was addressing me until I realized where the nickname originated from and that it had belonged to me - I could thank Penelope for that.

“Oh, um …” I looked around the room like somehow it would have my answer. In some ways, it did. 

I made contact with Reid first. He smiled weakly at me with tender awkwardness that melted my heart a little bit. Meanwhile, Elle’s eyes were luring me to join her on the dark side and say he wouldn’t make it. To be fair, riling him up seemed like fun. I’d be on Elle’s good side, gain her approval, and if I executed my jest playfully enough, I’d be on Morgan’s good side, too.

“No shot in hell, big guy.” 

Present Time . . .

That’s how it all started - this sibling-like rivalry. Ever since then, we’ve been challenging each other like our lives depended on it. And if I had to make it my life’s mission to win this most recent bet, then so be it. 

“Alright, kitten, I’ll take you up on that offer. I’ll pick you up at 9 on Saturday.” 

We sealed the deal with a cross-table handshake, and at that moment, I hadn’t realized it - only when I thought back to it, did I notice - Reid had been watching the entire interaction unfold. Misinterpreting every painstaking second of it. 

_ _ _

Sticking true to his word, Derek had taken up my offer in spades. Not the least bit shy in delegating me each and every duty there could possibly be. 

I’ll admit, he used my pride to his advantage. Because while I was practically doing all the handy-work imaginable inside the property, he was resting on his laurels outside, probably taking up the view of rolling green hills that went on forever just beyond the front yard. 

It just so happened that that would be our maintained, respective locations for the unexpected arrival of Derek’s very first (very unhappy) guest.

I was inside painting when I heard the placid squeak of Derek getting up from his Adirondack chair on the wraparound porch. I remember peeking my head out of the doorway for a second to see if he was finally going to come inside and help me, but lo and behold, I caught him walking further away from the entrance. While I might’ve given an eye roll of annoyance at the action, I thought nothing of it. Not until I heard Derek speaking to an eerily familiar secondary voice. 

“What are you doing here?” I could hear Derek ask. My ears had perked up like a dog on high alert. 

“Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to … to -” The second voice stammered. 

“Spit it out, kid!” 

“You’re trying to steal my girl!” Whoever it was, was desperate to speak with conviction, maybe even malice, to prove some level of strength that could match Derek’s, but they tried and failed. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steal your girl? What the hell are you talking about, man?” 

“You know I like her! And yet you’re just hanging out with her alone now? On one of your desolate properties? Can’t you see how suspicious that looks? You’re supposed to be my friend.” 

I’d stopped painting completely at this point so I could take asylum behind the closed door. I could place that voice anywhere, and I needed to press my ear against the only thing separating it from me to confirm what I already knew. 

“Reid, I am your friend,” And there it was. Reid? “And as your friend, I’m telling you: lower your voice unless you want her to hear you.”

“Don’t patronize me. Just tell me,” Spencer, if anything, spoke louder. Perhaps he did want me to hear him, or he simply wanted to defy Derek. “Why do you flirt with her?”

“Flirt?” Derek seemed appalled at the word. It would’ve been offensive that he was disgusted at the thought of engaging with me in that manner had I not felt the same way. What we were doing was not flirting - by any stretch of the imagination. 

“You know what I’m talking about. You call her ‘Kitten,’ you both make sexual innuendos that you think fly over my head, you invite her to come over.” 

“Slow your roll, Pretty Boy. First of all, ‘Kitten’ is just a nickname I gave her the first time we met because I didn’t know what her actual name was. You know that - you were there. Second, the sexual innuendos are just playful jabs at the fact that I sleep around. Low hanging-fruit. Third, inviting her to come over might seem suspicious, but if you walk in there right now, you’ll see that nothing is going on between us. She’s just here to help.”

I wanted any excuse to walk out there myself and announce my nearby presence. Confront Spencer and tell him I heard everything. Ask him where any of this was coming from. How he could think, for even a second, that there was something between me and Morgan. 

Turns out, I didn’t need an excuse. I had already walked out. 

Spencer gulped hard when he saw me. And for that I felt sorry for him. He looked so unlike himself. His hair was disheveled like he’d ran his fingers through it a million times out of stress. His outfit was strangely untidy, the buttons of his cuff unclasped. “Could you ... did you-”

“I heard everything,” I clarified to the dumbfounded shell of a man standing at the base of Morgan’s stairs.

It was a triangle of stares between us all. Exchanging quizzical glances in a battle of wills to see who would fold first. I was looking at Reid, Reid was looking at me, then he looked at Morgan, who looked back at him, then at me. Like I said, a triangle of stares. 

“Um ... I’ll leave you two to talk. I’ll just be inside.” 

I suppose there were worse ways to finally get Morgan off his ass and working. 

Reid trailed Morgan with his eyes, while I simply waited for the sound of the door shutting behind me. It took a few more seconds until one of us had the gall to speak.

“Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” This question that I posed went unanswered for what felt like minutes. Looking at Reid, I could tell he wanted to say something, he just didn’t know what. 

The soul was willing, but the flesh was weak. 

“If you’re not ready to admit it, that’s okay. But then why did you really come here, Spencer? To yell at Morgan for possibly making a move on me? Because now’s your chance. Make your move, Spence.” I descended the stairs, stopping to stand on the very last step so I’d hover a mere inch above him. “Make a move.” 

Make a move, he did.

Warm, clammy hands that were disproportionately bigger than the rest of his body caught my face so that unbelievably, inconceivably soft lips could make their fierce attack with no resistance. His fingers laced through my hair until his hand found the nape of my neck. He used that as leverage to pull me impossibly closer. 

When he was just one step away from sucking my soul out of me, I laid my palm on his chest and pushed him slightly backward. I think I heard him laughing when I did this, probably to hide the shame of letting himself commit so fully to the moment that he forgot just how intense his passion was. 

His eyes fluttered open and his lips were still contorted in a pucker. It took him a second, but it finally came. 

“I meant what I said,” He confessed ever so nonchalantly as though it were the easiest thing in the world to him, despite being unable to come even close to admitting it just minutes before. “I like you. A lot.” 

It was me who laughed then, both from the sheer elation hearing him say that brought me and the distant, exasperated comment that came from within the house. 

“Well, finally! It’s about damn time!” 

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[eremiie]

charm I was stalking your Spotify and I must say you’ve got some sexy music taste girly 🤨 now I want to know what artists/music type the aot characters have

aot characters music taste

oooof this might not be accurate bc this is gonna be based off the artists i’ve listened to, but here we go

eren listens to fucking everythinggg, his music taste really wasn’t diverse at all in middle school but once he got to highschool ole dude was listening to everything from r&b to indie musicc, throw some metal in there, all of that. honorable artist mentions; the nbhd, chase atlantic, the weeknd, and j. cole

levi doesn’t listen to music much but when he does i think it’s more like beats opposed to lyrical music?? also he’s a radio person, he’ll find a tolerable station when he’s in the car and tune it for as long as he can bare, no honorable mentions from me :/

jean also has a diverse music taste, quite similar to eren’s... i’d say he listens to like popular music, pop, indie, r&b, shiiit if he likes it it’ll go in his playlist. honorable mentions; doja cat. jean listens to doja and acts like he doens’t know the lyrics when he’s around “the boys”, arctic monkeys, sonder, kendrick lamar

armin listens to a lot of calming stuff. i see him listening to lofi beats more often than not because it helps him focus and relaxes him. like you walk into his apartment and lofi is playing on his speaker. i see him listening to a lot of indie music, lots of singers and like,,, pop. throw in some classical music and a few musical songs and boom. armin. honorable mentions; pheobe bridgers, the steven universe soundtrack, rex orange county, dodie, and vacations

connie listens to a lot of rap, hip hop, r&b, trap music, pop, i mean if he can fuck up a verse he’s onnn itttt, he also knows a lot of old songs, like i mean catch him singing michael jackson at 3am or fucking kesha. honorable mentions; comethazine, cdot honcho, playboi carti, lil uzi vert, and i can see him listening to willow smith too for some reason, anddd eyedress

reiner listens to um.... LMFAOOO IDK??? guitar music idfk, he listens to whatever you put on and he always asks you to plug up to the aux sooo he doesn’t really have his own music taste. he barely listens to music he just bops his head to whatever is playing and says it’s good.

porco uhhhh, what do greasers listen to? jk jk, he listens to a lot of old tunes, ummm some metal, umm, I DONT KNOW!!!! i do have a strong belief this man can belt out more than enough megan thee songs though. not sure why.

colt listens to baby music for falco, he hums them more often than not because they’re stuck in his head. /hj

z*ke listens to country music and fucking... boyfriend bdsm audios in the car. (can you tell i don’t know what to put for the warriors <3)

mikasa listens to mitski <333. it’s her staple, she takes a lot of her taste after armin, some SZA here and there, clairo, she just really likes finding nice new music you know? that is when she listens to music, she’ll be listening with armin and add songs she likes here and there

sasha listens to like a lot of shit omg, lots of pop music, she listens to musicals, country music from when she used to live on the farm, k-pop and j-pop, ethnic music here and there, and even some dubstep lmao, honorable mentions; mother mother, she used to watch pink guy’s videos so ofc she listens to joji now, BTS, and paramore

hange listens to like everything too. she’s a nuisance with her music if you ask levi. anyway, take every artist and music genre i previously mentioned and paste it here. that’s hange’s music taste. fucking everything, if she likes the way it sounds in her ear it’s going in her playlist.

historia listens to um... a lot of pop music <3. taylor swift, ariana grande, lana del rey, adele and stuff— you go hisu!!

hitch listens to whatever makes her feel good, which happens to be artists like nicki minaj, ariana grande, doja cat, fucking FLO MILLI!!! kali uchis, ari lennox, i mean

annie listens to ??? i don’t know. she’s another person who just listens to whatever is on and other than that she doesn’t listen to much

pieck’s music taste kind of reminds me of min’s too, some lofi beats but usually when she’s studying, some jazz, she listens to white noise like rain, artists like vacations, current joys, mitski, etc.

yelena... don’t even ask me<3.

[sleepy-shinx]

Songs that remind me of Submas

I have, over the months, collected quite a few songs that immediately make me think of Ingo and Emmet. I'd like to share them here and the reasons why! I also would love to know what songs you all listen to that remind you of them as well. I just ask for nothing explicit, and also no country, please!

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Bring it on Home - American Authors

At one point in time, I heard a song in a store that I was very interested in because, well, it was giving me potential submas vibes. I was never able to find the song, but in the process of looking and asking for help, a friend suggested that it might be this song. While it definitely was not, I have always enjoyed American Authors and their music, so I gave it a listen and I've been obsessed ever since!

This song definitely is really good when you're thinking about their reunion. It's about coming home and the journey to get there, and of course, what really sold it for me was the mention of trains, lol. It's also just such a good song!

Underground - Cody Fry

If you saw @spectra-bear's incredible animatic, this song needs no explanation for why it made it onto this list. If you haven't, GO WATCH! It's easily one of my favorite submas animatics!

It's about a person lost underground, in what comes across as definitely an old subway tunnel. Perfect for the story of Ingo's arrival in Hisui, right? And Spectra did a fantastic job of telling one possible story, plus a bonus reunion at the end! Not only that, but this song, in general, is just so gorgeous- it starts off simple, but as it gets to the climax of the song, it builds and builds and just leaves you breathless by the end.

Lonely People - Imen Siar

Okay first and most important- this song is AMAZING and Siar's voice is just SO gorgeous. I became obsessed with this song when I heard it on the radio and can't get over how good it is.

Later, I then began imagining Ingo singing it in Hisui to Emmet, who he of course doesn't remember very well, and somehow, Emmet hears and by the end of the song, is singing back to him as well. Idk y'all it just makes me so emotional in general, this song is just *chefs kiss*

Secret for the Mad - dodie

This is a song I've loved since days before I got invested in the twins. It's just such a powerful message, and dodie did an incredible song getting the emotion in the song across.

It wasn't until very recently that I imagined Elesa singing it to Emmet while he was trying to cope with Ingo's disappearance. And I still haven't recovered. Like?? It's just perfect for that. It fills my heart with so much emotion, and I'm SO glad I thought to envision the song in that context.

That's all I have rn, which is why I was hoping to find more! So please feel free to suggest some songs if you know of any other good ones!

[annie-mit-ie]

Glimpses: Part 12 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: Will you be able to go with Kathryn?

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is a little shorter, I know, but I hope all of you still enjoy it. Look at this little tag list we have going on now!! - I might actually get a little emotional that so many of you are still reading this little story. With all that being said, here we gooooo. xx

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“You can’t take her.” Jennifer is walking up and down in Kathryn’s office. She arrived here right after you had left, ready to plan to thrip to New York, as well as the upcoming project. Kathryn shifts her focus from her hand to her manager and huffs. 

“NO. Kathryn, no. You know it yourself. First of all, she is a distraction. Yes, you like her, I KNOW, but this is not you. This is not how you do your job.” Jennifer looks at her boss with pleading eyes.

Running her fingers through her long mane, Kathryn bites the insides of her cheek. “you’re right, I know you are, but at the same time…”

“NO BUTS, Kathryn.” Jennifer interrupts her, prompting Kathryn to shoot her a short glare. 

“…but at the same time I haven’t been this happy in years.” Thinking back at the time you spent with her, a small smile creeps onto her face.

Jennifer gets it. She understands Kathryn’s point, but as her manager it’s her job to secure the actress’ job, which is why she needs to make sure there are as few distractions from work as possible included in the trip.

Placing a hand on her arm, Jennifer looks at Kathryn with warm eyes. “Sweetie, I know you don’t like it. I don’t like it either, because I know how good the time with her is for your heart. But we can’t have this. Not now. Not during your shining moment. Yeah?”

Slowly but surely, Kathryn starts to nod as she can feel the sadness rise in her chest.

Meanwhile, you and Alex are having the same conversation back in your room. She tries to talk sense into you and talks animatedly to her phone, as you try to find a way to accompany Kathryn.

“Honey, you simply can’t. There is no way. It’s during the exam phase. You can’t be abroad for that.” She shakes her head.

Considering your options, you try to talk against her. “I could ask for online exams.”

“… there is a multiple hour time difference - you can’t be serious, Y/N.”

“I could postpone exams?” You raise an eyebrow.

Alex shakes her head harder now. “NO GIRL. No. Kathryn wouldn’t want you screwing up your education for this. You have leftover classes, exams to write and then you’ll have to write term papers you have to prepare for,” you take a visible breath. “Yes love, I am aware you could write those on set but we all know you wouldn’t. It’s better for you to stay.”

You want to argue. You really do. But there are a few things holding you back. First of all, you know Alex makes a valid point. Second of all, you don’t even know where you are standing with Kathryn. What are you to her? What is happening with her? The lines are so blurry that it’s hard for you to see, so you think it might be better not to assume and make a fuss about all of it.

Lastly, you don’t even know if she wants to have you by her side in the first place, because, again, it’s not like she is your girlfriend or anything. Not that you wouldn’t want her to be.

So, just like Kathryn does with Jennifer, you agree to what Alex says and make your decision to stay, even though it hurts your heart just as much as it hurts hers.

Given the fact, that she has to leave for New York right the next morning, it’s not possible for you to see her again. You think back at the soft kiss she planted on your lips as you left her house under yesterday’s hot afternoon sun. You feel so good with her and you can’t stop to think back at how beautiful her eyes look up close - even more beautiful than on all her pictures that Alex and you have been sending back and forth whenever Kathryn did a new promo shoot.

It’s late afternoon as you’re lying on your bed and stare at the ceiling, a random Marvel movie running in the background.  Alex has been trying to hype you up all day, but, given the fact that Kathryn is gone for an unforeseen time, you still feel sad.

You turn off the movie because you can’t seem to concentrate and connect your phone to the speakers to play some music. You remember that you can sit on your windowsill that’s facing the backyard and and decide to sit down and watch the birds in the tree outside your window as you open Spotify and it starts playing the last song you stopped on. “She” by dodie fills the room and you don’t think you related to a song like that ever before.

It really describes the feelings of uncertainty that you have right now. It doesn’t help that you never really took the chance to talk to her about all of not. Not properly, at least. This mistake leaves you with this endless feeling of emptiness that seems like it’s eating you up from the inside as you don’t even know if she feels the same in any way. 

Your phone chimes and you nearly fall off the windowsill as you shoot up to reach for it. It’s the group chat you thought had died a while ago that you joined right after Kathryn appeared on Wandavision. 

Apparently, news of Kathryn’s casting already sank through and everyone is screaming about it. Unwilling to share any knowledge, and also way too careful with it, you want to put your phone away as it chimes again and your eyes widen.

You immediately click the message.

“New York is wild! Haven’t had time to get to you yet. Seems like everyone and their mom wants to speak to me today. Just left my second meeting and now I have to leave for a work dinner in a few. How’s the day going back home? xxx K.”

A bright smile creeps onto your face as you realize she uses the “everyone and their mom” phrase that you use so much whenever you describe difficult situations to her. You decide not to reply immediately - you don’t want her to assume you are sitting on your phone just waiting for her. 

Instead you opt to create some art and grab your supplies. There is an empty canvas behind your bed and you feel like there are enough feelings trapped in you to create something cool on it.

Your mom works long on Mondays, so you haven't realized just how much time has passed as you perform the last of the night and call it a day. Your picture is colorful. Very much so. The acrylic paint hasn’t even dried yet, but there are already tons of ideas floating around in your head about what to do with the artwork from here on out. Maybe you should get some fine liners and work out the edges, maybe do some highlighting as well, you don't know yet.

Just as you want to put the brush aside your phone lights up on your bed. You can't pick it up just now because the slowly drying paint sticks to your fingers and you anxiously reach for the closest paper towel to white it off as best as you can. Not expecting anything, you finally reach for your phone and pick up the call before reading the name - an automatic reaction to late night calls from Alex.

You are greeted by a very familiar, yet unexpected, face. Kathryn smiles into the camera and adjusts the lights around her. She is clearly in her pjs, with no make up on, her hair open and messy, falling off her shoulder. You can see she is wearing a loose gray shirt and your whole body starts tingling as you realize it's the shirt she gave you to sleep in last weekend. Immediately, your brain runs wild and you try to figure out if she packed this exact shirt on purpose or just grabbed the one that was available easiest as she was probably in a rush.

Luckily, Kathryn interrupts your train of thought. “Hey! Hiya hon! I just wanted to check in. Make sure you’re alright because you haven’t replied to my message.”

For the first time you look at the clock. It’s 8.30pm and you haven’t had dinner yet.

“Shit.”, you mutter and your hand flies to cover your mouth immediately. 

Kathryn, who hasn’t heard your muttering, looks confused. “Sweetheart, is everything alright?”

You smile thankfully. “Yes! Yes it is. I guess I was just wrapped up in my art and you pulled me out of it and I always need a minute to adjust. I’m fine. It’s late though and I haven’t eaten yet. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Good. Do you want me to order you pizza or something. Because I totally would.” She reaches for a notepad.

“Alright Mom…” she looks at you for a moment and you can’t tell if she is shocked or amused or anything really because she stopped reacting completely and just stares at you. Right when you are about to start panicking about the situation she bursts into laughter.

“I mean I’M SORRY. How dare I offer pizza.” She continues laughing. You love this. This is easy and light and you realize once again just how much you enjoy her company. Gosh, you miss her already.

You remember her message as you make your way downstairs. “How was dinner, Kathryn? And the rest of your day? Tell me about it!”

For the next 10 minutes, as you prepare your own dinner, she tells you about her day and the plans for the next few weeks. The two of you laugh and make jokes and for a moment it seems like both of you have forgotten that you won’t see each other for a while. After she finishes talking, you fall into a comfortable silence and just look and smile at each other for a moment.

“I like you, you know?” She is the one to interrupt the silence. “Spending time with you makes me really happy and I’m sad you can’t come to Europe with me. I need you to know. I wish I could’ve taken you with me.”

Your heart melts and your hands start to shake as you realize Kathryn might indeed feel the same way. You put the knife, that’s in your hand from making dinner, aside. You’re unable to answer right away and fight for the right words, so she continues on with her short monologue.

“I just wanted to call tonight to check in and see how you are doing since I had to kick you out so abruptly last night and maybe we can do this from time to time, check in on each other? I would love that.”

Check in on each other? Why is she so vague all the time? For a moment you thought she’d confess her feelings for you but here you are again, uncertain of what she really thinks about you. You smile, though, and try to keep it calm because you don’t want her to get annoyed with you already.

You realize it’s getting close to 9pm, which means it should be about midnight at her place. Taking responsibility, you send her off to sleep and have a short dinner followed by some reading yourself.

Before Kathryn hangs up, she promises you to call again before leaving for Europe completely. She also wants to know if you want a souvenir from NYC (why is she so cute?) and tells you to call her anytime you need something or someone. With that, she shoots you the brightest smile and leaves you to it.

The ecstatic feeling you felt when you talked to her fades quickly as you come down from the call. Suddenly, your home feels all quiet and lonely and the silence is killing you. You walk back up to your room to sit on your bed and stare out of your window to enjoy the night sky. The tree right next to your room is slowly moving in the wind as its branches scratch the glasses surface.

You decide to call it a day as the week ahead is full of work and school and the weekend was eventful, so you change into comfy clothes and get ready for bed immediately. You fall onto your bed a few minutes later just as your phone lights up again.

"Good night, Sweetheart. It was great seeing your face. xxx K."

[teabookgremlin]

jackie x shauna playlist by me

it’s on apple music and i’m struggling to share it but here’s a list of songs and why. anyway this will be a hella long post bc i’m emotional and thinking about my girlies at 11 at night. i also have a tai x van playlist and a general yellowjackets playlist so i might do this for those at some point cause i like to talk lol

supercut by lorde: ok so the “in my head i do everything right/when you call we forgive and not fight” bit is like, yep that’s it. shauna spends her entire adult life in her head, wishing to redo their fight. also instagram user shipmvn made a FANTASTIC edit to this song you should go watch it (they actually led me to a fair amount of songs on this playlist)

the night we met by lord huron: “i had all of you, most of you, some and now none of you” thats it. that’s them

boyfriend by dove cameron: this song doesn’t entirely fit but like they would be better partners to each other than jeff was to either of them and also maybe if shauna had just realized she was in love with jackie they’d be alright

all too well (ten minute version) by taylor swift: “i still remember the first fall of snow/and how it glistened as it fell/i remember it all too well” this line just yeah, jackie died in the first fall of snow, shauna remembers everything about jackie and their relationship all too well

back to december by taylor swift: a song about feeling regret over lost love also again with the winter themes

ribs by lorde: the nostalgia, wishing to be back in childhood, when things were easier. i feel like some of the repeated lines are things that would run through shauna’s mind (or even jackie’s before her death) i.e. “i want ‘em back, i want ‘em back/the minds we had, the minds we had”

hurts like hell by fleurie: obviously lost love again, but there’s also a wish to keep the singer’s true feelings secret, as jackie and shauna did

how i get myself killed by indigo de souza: i feel like this song really represents jackie’s mental state as she falls apart especially after finding out about shauna and jeff

only love can hurt like this by paloma faith: i can see jackie’s death being the thing that makes shauna realize her true feelings for her

only friend by wallows: jackie just wants shauna to love her and care for her as much as she does her :(

haunted by taylor swift: not too deep here, just shauna being haunted by jackie 

i went too far by aurora: i think the idea of begging for love really fits jackie and shauna’s situation, then the loss felt in the song suits post-jackie popsicle

cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant: honestly just the line “you were only 17″ is just yeah “we were kids and it was awful”

little talks by of monsters and men: the artists describe this song as a conversation between someone and a dead loved one and i think that it just suits these girlies pretty well

cartwheel by lucy dacus: see the whole bit after “when you told me bout your first time”. it’s them, it’s literally them

seven by taylor swift: missing childhood innocence and love

prom queen by molly kate kestner: god save jackie [the prom queen]

that way by tate mcrae: thinking about the scene at the pep rally, yeah friends definitely don’t look at friends that way

one last time, please by dodie: shauna desperately wanting another chance, just one more night to make up, to tell jackie how she feels, to apologize

my tears ricochet by taylor swift: i picture this as being from dead jackie’s perspective, watching shauna deal with the grief

codependency by orla gartland: idk i just feel like it really represents why shauna started to resent jackie

i love you so by the walters: another fairly self explanatory one, i view it as a conversation between shauna and ghost jackie

visions of gideon by sufjan stevens: shauna kind of coming to a realization of exactly what she’s done, that jackie is gone and that it’s partially her fault

hard feelings/loveless by lorde: another lost love song full of regret and pain and wishing for a way to repair what was broken

older by gracie abrams: probably kind of in the woods, as they drift apart

your graduation by modern baseball: “i never though that i, oh i would see that day/when i’d just let you fo and walk away, walk away”

the way i loved you by taylor swift: adult shauna feeling unsatisfied with jeff and wishing that, despite the nature of her and jackie’s relationship, that she could go back to that and go back to it in a romantic sense

arms unfolding by dodie: so this reminds me of jackie’s dream as she dies

i’m trying by maisie peters: everything about their relationship is awful but jackie wants so badly to make it work and just i wanna scream

right where you left me by taylor swift: jackie is literally the girl who got frozen

this is not every song on the playlist just the ones i felt like talking about but yeah if anyone read this whole thing maybe you enjoyed it, idk i just wanted to get my thoughts out

[somestuffbysomebird]

Do me a favour, can your heart rate rise a little? -Leviathan

Inspired by: Would you be so kind? -Dodie

Summary: You like someone, but you have no idea how they feel about you, so using your brilliant deduction skills, you attempt to figure it out. (Too bad you kept missing the signals till they're right in your face.)

Aka: That one time the human tried to find out if a demon liked them

Warning(s): In-game blood mention (only one time, and it's really early), also both of you are in a horror game

Tag(s): Fluff, It's a showdown between two mutual friendzoners, get the popcorn ready, Went a little crazy with game references, so expect a mountain of them (apologies in advance)

(Part of a songfic challenge involving Luci, Mammon and Levi. All three have the same song inspiration, this challenge is pretty light hearted so...yeah :D)

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Leviathan

Levi has invited you to his room! Do you accept?

->Yes No

As you enter the room, you see the Avatar of Envy by his monitor, he notices you enter, and his face brightens.

"Hey! You're just in time! Get over here, quick! This section requires Co-op for a rare drop!"

The section for this game required both players to present in the game world, so donning on your VR headset, you ventured into the cursed video game. What could go wrong?

You find yourself in...a house? A really big one at that -- paintings on the wall, several bookshelves to the side and...something...red?

"Ah, sorry, I was so excited to start playing that I forgot to mention- this is that new horror game I was talking about! In a recent interview, the developers stated that they were so inspired by human world horror games like **tl*st, Th* W*tch's H**s*and P*rg*t*ry, they thought about incorporating such death-trap elements into VR!"

Um, Levi? Who's that-

"While this is the first time they have dabbled in the horror genre, the developers are one of the best in the VR industry right now! Their graphics are second to none, although I still think their best work is their Inhabitant Sin series, a game where a company is responsible for bringing out a zom- Wha-Hey! I'm not finished yet!"

Unfortunately, the masked giant butcher that was slowly stalking behind Levi wasn't interested in hearing his review, or maybe he didn't like it. Either way, you had to drag him away as fast as your two human legs could carry you both before snake sashimi became a delicacy.

With a roar, the masked monster started his hunt, his footsteps thudding throughout the hallways.

You suddenly feel yourself tugged to the side. The already dim lights seem to be moving above you before you're surrounded by darkness, and, y'know....Levi.

"That was close, thanks, oh, but you might want to keep quiet, the monster could still be nearby."

...Seems like he doesn't notice the proximity yet, and you try to mentally normalise it, just have to not think about how he's pratically pinning you against the wall of a closet. A really small closet, yeah...just gotta...not...think...about it....

Well luckily you don't have much time to ponder that thought, cause as soon as footsteps echoed further away from you both, Levi, whose head was turned away from you, finally spoke up.

"Woooahhhhh, did you see that monster?! That design was definitely inspired by the antagonist from Th* *v*l W*th*n, that game was from the human world too, so you must've heard of it rig-"

As he turned to face you, the realisation of how close he is to your face hits him. He can practically hear your breathing, and his brain is malfunctioning right now.

This...feels like that trope he saw so often online....

Well, apart from the fact that he's now a living statue, you can't really glean his feelings towards you, maybe he's just really conscious about his personal space?

After that particular incident with a blushing (and disappointed?) Levi, the both of you decided to start playing the game, staying close so as to watch each other's backs, but far enough to cover enough ground in the room, things seem to be going pretty well.

That is, as you both are heading towards the final objective in an empty, narrow hallway, a roar from behind can be heard!

"Tsk, dammit, MC! Run!"

As you both sprint towards your goal, the roars are becoming louder. Wait, Levi! Look out for that broom-

"AAAAAA! MC! Quick! Just grab the diamond!"

As the monster reaches for Levi, you manage to get ahold of the yellow diamond...huh?

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*Masked Monster has appeared!

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Masked Monster 99/99

You 10/10

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-> Fight! Skills

Items Run

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You attacked!

Masked Monster gained 10 damage!

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Masked Monster 89/99

You 10/10

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Masked Monster used Cleaver!

It's super effective!

You gained 999 damage!

You're blacking out....

"No-MC!"

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Levi-chan has joined the battle!

"You bastard, don't worry MC! I'll take care of him!"

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Masked Monster 89/99

Levi-chan 10/10

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Levi-chan used a Retaliate!

Masked Monster gained 70 damage!

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Masked Monster 19/99

Levi-chan 10/10

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Masked Monster used Cleaver!

Levi-chan gained 5 damage!

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"Ugh...just...this last attack...and you're going down!"

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Masked Monster 19/99

Levi-chan 5/10

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Levi-chan attacked!

Masked Monster gained 20 damage!

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Masked Monster was defeated!

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With a last pitiful groan, the masked butcher disintergrated into dust, and as your vision was blacking out, you feel your consciousness in-game fade...

"Ahhhh that game was so fun! Although that twist at the end seemed a little weird, the developers also said they wanted to try different endings for different modes. Like for example, in partner mood, the stronger your feelings for your partner the greater the damage you make! Of course, this only works for the move 'Retaliate', but afterwards, the game increases your stats! Right now the maximum damage for the move is 60 and I thought it wasn't possible at first, since no one could ever get it online, but now I'm the first one to experience it! Thank you MC!"

...Did he just...unknowingly confess to you with a game?

(Well that was anticlimatic...)

No matter, all you need to do now is to confirm your suspicions right?

"U-Urp!!! What are you doing?! Blatantly asking me something like this, b-but that normie tactic of yours won't work on me! You'll never get any information out of me!!!!!"

Whelp, looks like asking him like this won't do much, maybe...if you acted like him back in the closet...?

"WHA-wait, this is a...kabedon?! This is like all the manga I've seen, a way for intimacy without any contact, highlighting the tension between two characters...! Woahh, my heart's beating so fast it feels like it's going to explode...!"

He's looking straight at you now, a hint of longing in those eyes, it's pretty obvious even through those bangs.

He's not pushing you away, but he's definitely holding himself back from launching himself at you.

Your faces are so close, you can practically feel the heat radiating off his face. If either of you just leaned in a little more....

"So this is a kabedon, a true kabedon..."