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❝ i need you to fill the void ❞
# summary; someone spoils your secret
# playlist; void, the neighbourhood, nothing's gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex.
# word count; 1.2k
# note; freya, faith, and talia cameo, I didn't proofread and I hate this oops.
Have a wedding they said, it'll be fun they said. You can't name a time when you've been this stressed out and anxious in all your years of living. To make it even worse, the one person who could help you breathe through all of this wasn't going to able to see you for another three and a half hours.
Last night, for the sake of tradition, you slept without George for the first time in more than a year. He texted you about a thousand times after you finally fell asleep about how he couldn't wait to be tied to you for the rest of your lives, which meant you woke up in the best of moods despite the lack of his presence.
Keeping everything a secret wasn't hard, since everyone had done it before for Simon and Talia. Unfortunately, some people you thought you could trust with an invitation weren't the most reliable. Your friends were sat off to the side some snapping pictures of you and themselves, others scrolling social media. Freya gasps, she's unable to control the way her lips purse, and brows crease as she turns the volume of her phone down as quick as possible.
You're sat in a chair, your makeup artist hard at work. "Something wrong?" In the blink of an eye, the girls are all standing around Freya, staring at the screen in disbelief.
Talia chews at her bottom lip before speaking, "Y/N, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you something, but I want you to try not to freak out."
You swear you feel your throat begin to close at the slight waver in her voice, now it's your turn for your brows to knit together, "I'll try," you mumble, absentmindedly picking at your manicure.
She makes her way to you as slow as ever with Freya in tow with her phone, which she hands off to you after turning the volume back up, swiping up and back to the video to restart it. You recognize the username as a girl George had introduced you to a few months ago at the sidemen's anniversary party, you don't recall sending her an invitation...
The video begins with a screech from her, "Hi, guys! This get-ready with me is extra special, this time my friend George is getting married," you feel your stomach drop, cheeks warming as she talks about only being a plus one to someone whose name goes in one ear and straight out the other.
"This better be a fuckin' joke," bile begins to rise in your throat and tears threaten to melt away every bit of the 45 minutes spent on your nearly Pinterest-perfect makeup. When you click on the comments you notice there are some from mere seconds ago and steadily continue to pour in, you shake your head hoping someone will pinch you and wake you from this atrocious nightmare, "God, I really wish this was a joke," you whisper, your bottom lip trembling uncontrollably.
You look up at the girls around you as you slowly start to crumble under the weight of it all. Faith is typing away furiously, jamming her fingers against her phone screen, you hand Freya her phone back, wordlessly reaching for your own that was laying screen down on the vanity.
When the screen comes to life you see messages, notifications from dms, posts, and tweets you've been tagged in. Nothing really catches your eye aside from two missed calls from George and a few texts just under them.
my fiance 😝😈: call me when you see this please, darling
And you did exactly that. He answers on the first ring, his soft, accented voice filling your ear ripping another sob from your throat, "Y'alright, love?" He asks knowing the answer, hoping to god you weren't on tiktok to see what he'd seen a few minutes ago, but as you cry into the speaker he understands you have.
You shake your head, before remembering that he can't see your actions, "No," you croak, making him sigh and shake his head. This is your day and somehow someone's managed to ruin it for you.
To be completely honest, George couldn't care less about everything being secret, but all you wanted through the whole planning process was privacy, no huge party after the ceremony, nothing.
You didn't want to post anything until you were boarding the plane for your well-deserved nearly three-week honeymoon. And your fiance was more than happy to oblige.
"Can you come here? Please, I couldn't give two fucks about tradition, we're fuckin' tiktokers for god's sake." you pause a second until you hear shuffling on his end, followed by a snort. "I'm already outside, baby," you hear the smile in his voice, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.
When the door swings open, he's standing there looking so damn good in the suit you picked out together so many months ago and it makes you cry even harder, knowing how much of a snotty mess you probably look now all because everything not going the way you imagined.
He wraps you into his arms before you're able to say anything, breathing you in. "You look beautiful," he steps back from you keeping a comforting hand on your hip as he looks you up in down, "this satin?" He asks pinching at the material of your dressing gown, to which you simply nod, your throat still feeling tight.
Of course, he notices how much everything's eating you alive, "I handled it, sweetheart. I figured out who invited her, they know we don't think its a good idea for her to come," he gives you a reassuring squeeze, watching your face closely for any change of expression.
You pursed your lips taking a deep breath through your nose, "Thank you, I missed you so much," he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, instead of responding immediately, he chose to envelope you into his arms. Your ear is pressed against his chest so close you can hear his heart thumping against his ribcage, "Missed you more, could hardly sleep without you."
This time when he pulls away, his hands cup your face, and his lips meet yours in what you swear is the best kiss you've ever had, he doesn't keep you like that for as long as you'd like, leaving you chasing after the feeling. He rests his forehead against yours and his hand slips from your cheek to your neck where he feels your pulse quicken.
He breathes you in, this time stepping back for real knowing the girls are waiting for you, "Now go get in the dress I've been hearing about for months, wanna hurry up and make you mine for life."
You smile, the first real one you've worn since reading his messages this morning, "So impatient," you mutter and he shakes his head, swatting at your bum, "I can show you impatient," he quirks a brow, his voice is laced with suggestiveness that's unmistakable
"Later," he raises his hands in surrender as you turn back to the door that's ajar, his hand catches your wrist, turning you around quicker than you could let a gasp escape you. His lips find yours once more and you exhale out of your nose, relaxing against him as he smiles against your mouth. "Now you're free to go," your fingers dance along your now tingling lips, as you watch him disappear down the hallway,
When you return to the girls you almost have forgotten the original situation at hand aside from the fact that maybe every little thing about him is the best.
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ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! tsukishima helps out the new neighbor who moved into the apartment next to him, only he didnt know what would come of it ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip k. tsukishima x chubby!fem!reader ﹒ ◠ note!! playlist i listened to while making this ! i do plan on making a part two soon !! ౨ wc!! 4.4k part two !! >>
Waking up Tsukishima stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars placed above his bed, watching as they faded with the oncoming sun peeking through the blinds. He dreaded mornings, he hated the way his mouth felt dry, how hot he felt under the sheets, and most of all, waking up meant he'd have to deal with a new day of idiots doing things he hated.
Tsukishima hated a lot of things, he hated his old rowdy neighbor, he hated overly cheery people, the feeling of cold coffee in the morning, how polyester felt against his skin, and he especially hated when his neighbors tried to get to know him.
Putting his headphones on he stepped out into the hallway, only to be greeted by the sight of you trying to lift a box into your new apartment.
You decided to save money youd only ask the movers to move your furniture and not your boxes, you were deeply regretting that decision right now. You only had three more boxes to go but the soreness was already catching up to you from the other ten.
The sight was enough to annoy Tsukishima, why didn't you just ask for help instead of trying to do everything yourself, movers are a thing. Did you not have friends that could help you do this? He tried his best to ignore you while locking his door but a part of him felt bad for you, that you couldn't even complete a simple task.
With a sigh, he made his way over and took the box from your hands which startled you.
"Oh, you don't have to-"
"Where do I put it," He cut you off flatly before he could change his mind about helping you.
You were thrown off by his tone, its not like you asked him to help you so why was he so angry?
"In the living room is fine, thank you, sorry," You weren't sure whether you should be apologizing or thanking so you settled on doing both, which just earned another sigh from Tsukishima.
You were surprised by how easily he lifted the rest of the boxes, despite how skinny he looked he was really strong, or maybe you were just really weak, but to save your ego you decided he was just strong.
"Thank you again for helping," You looked up at him as he sat the last box down on the floor. You noticed this guy sighed a lot, it made you feel like you were somehow wasting his time.
Looking down at his watch he realized how much time had passed and he mumbled something under his breath before leaving your apartment.
He didn't even acknowledge your gratitude. The entire encounter had you stunned, was he really going to be your next-door neighbor?
With a content sigh, you plopped down on your couch and instantly relaxed, you had finally finished unpacking every box and arranging your furniture the way you liked it, and it only took you six hours. Despite how tired your body was you wanted to do something to show your grumpy neighbor how thankful you were, and you were gonna do it in the only way you knew how to show thanks.
Baking. But first, you would have to go grocery shopping.
Heading toward the elevator at the end of the hall the door opened to reveal your tall, grumpy neighbor, still wearing the same frown he left in. Only it seemed to deepen at the sight of you.
You smiled at him as he exited the elevator. Tsukishima prayed you wouldn't try to talk to him, but of course, like every other time, his prayer wasn't heard.
"Hey, neighbor! I never got your name," You beamed up at him, looking at him now he was freakishly tall, his hair was disheveled, and he looked sweaty, it was almost enough to intimidate you.
"If you know it, you'll say it," He flatly said, walking past you to his apartment door.
You didn't know what you did to possibly receive this kind of treatment, it wasn't even your first day living here and this guy acted like he hated you.
"What did I do to you?" You asked, slightly irritated by his ego.
He simply ignored your question and entered his apartment, promptly closing the door.
It's not like Tsukishima intended to be rude to you, well, he partially did. But there was truth to his words. If you knew his name then you'd assume he was your friend and you'd try and talk to him, and he just didn't want that. His apartment was a place where he didn't have to talk to anyone and he intended to keep it that way. He couldn't understand why you didn't get the hint.
You weren't gonna let his rude attitude stop you from baking him something, it only made you more motivated to bring a smile to his frowny face.
You weren't sure what you'd bake him so you decided to go with your own favorite dish, strawberry shortcake.
Walking down the aisles you stared at everything in your cart, you had gotten some regular food items you'd need for the next few week's meals, as well as some snacks and drinks you enjoyed. Now all that's left is to get the ingredients for the desert you'd be making your neighbor.
Looking up at the signs above the aisles you searched for where the flower would be. Once you found it you walked over, only to see the one and only standing there in front of the vanilla bottles staring intently at them. You wondered what he could be doing there.
"Hey, you," You greeted, resting your arms on the cart handle as you walked over.
Tsukishima didn't need to look to see who the voice belonged to, why were you everywhere he went?
You noticed he looked much cleaner now, and his blond hair was much more neat.
"What're you doing? Did the vanilla bottles look at you the wrong way?" You joked, stopping right in front of him. Your eyes shifted between him and the bottles, trying to figure out what he was doing.
He didn't answer you, in hopes you'd get the hint this time but that never worked out in the past. Your joke only further annoyed him.
You came to the only reasonable explanation hed be standing here staring for so long at the bottles, he didn't know the difference.
"What flavor were you looking for?" You asked, trying to sound as nonjudgemental as you could, not wanting to annoy him any further.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Well, Bourbon, or Madagascar, vanilla has a much stronger taste," You explained, pointing to the bottle you were speaking about. "While Mexican vanilla has more of a spice and smokey tone to its flavoring, and Tahitian vanilla is the opposite, its fruity and floral, almost cherry-like." You spoke softly as he nodded along.
"It's all based on your preference and what you're going to be cooking." You finished off, looking up at him.
He only nodded as he reached for the Bourbon vanilla bottle and placed it in his shopping basket.
"Thanks," He muttered out. He wondered how you knew so much about vanilla flavors, they all tasted the same to him.
"Youre welcome, can I get your name now?"
He paused for a moment before turning to you. "No,"
You let out a breath of defeat as you grabbed your own bottle, but you knew it's fine, you'd get his name one way or another, you're sure of it.
Placing your shopping bags on your counter you sighed, thankful they had an elevator or else you would've passed out walking the heavy bags up five flights of stairs.
Putting away the groceries you left out the required ingredients needed to make the strawberry shortcake.
Placing the strawberries in a bowl you layered them with sugar and gave it a light mix, only wanting to coat the strawberries in the sugar. Once that was done you began on the small cake and placed it into the oven.
An hour passed and if was finally done, it was the most beautiful thing you'd laid eyes on, it almost brought a tear to your eye. And to think the frowny, grumpy, rude, annoyed neighbor would have the chance to eat it brought a smile to your face.
Placing the treat into a small box you picked up at the store you carefully made your way to your neighbor's door and gave it a knock.
You stood there for a few moments before you heard muffled voices and the unlock of a door.
Tsukishima peeked his head out and saw you before fully opening the door.
He didn't say anything and instead raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to say what you needed.
"Sorry if I disturbed you, but I baked you a shortcake! I wasn't sure what you liked so I made you something I liked, as a thanks," You explained as well as telling him your name and handing over the box which he took and peeked into. If you were looking close enough you could see a glimmer of happiness in his eyes.
"Hm," He let out.
"Do you not-"
"Tsukishima Kei," He cut you off, something he seemed to enjoy doing.
You were stunned, "Tsukishima?" You tested the way it rolled off your tongue.
"Dont wear it out, is that all?"
"So does this mean we are friends?" You asked cheerfully, earning a sigh from him.
"No, now goodbye," He said before closing the door.
It wasn't a smile, but you learned his name so you counted that as a win.
Tsukishima walked into his kitchen and grabbed a fork, immediately ready to try his favorite dessert.
"Who was that?" Tsukishimas girlfriend, Etsuko, asked from the living room.
"My neighbor brought me some strawberry shortcake," He said, hoping she wouldn't make an argument over this like she always did, it was something he disliked, and didn't see the point in meaningless arguments but it was a habit she had recently picked up on, the latest one being about his volleyball teams manager.
"Oh? The new girl?" Her voice was laced with jealousy, something he could easily pick up on with how often she spoke in a tone like that.
"Yeah, I helped her move her boxes," He explained while biting into the shortcake, his tastebuds almost exploding with how flavorful it was, and in the privacy of his own kitchen, he cracked a small smile at your dish.
"Why'd you do that?" She asked, now moving to the kitchen to get a better view of Tsukishima, his smile quickly fading.
"Why does it matter?" He asked, annoyance visible on his face and voice.
She shrugged, "Just doesn't seem like something you'd do,"
He let out a sigh while picking up another bite with his fork, "Yeah well I did it Etsuko,"
"Jeez, what's your problem?"
It was as if she knew just how to push Tsukishimas buttons like she was destined to be here and get on his nerves, and she wasn't always like this but lately, it was like her sole purpose was to interrogate and bother him.
Instead of giving in to her, Tsukishima decided to remain quiet and enjoy the shortcake, hoping she'd give up and go back to her original spot on the couch.
The entire night you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, despite what Tsukishima said, you considered him your friend.
Waking up the sunbeams shone across your face, welcoming you to another day filled with new possibilities, you loved mornings, it was like a second chance, any mistakes you made yesterday were, well, yesterday's news. You loved how the sun looked as it rose above the buildings, it was a beautiful sight to wake up to.
Looking at the clock it read six o'clock, you needed to be at work in an hour, it would be your first day back in a week do to moving and you were extremely excited to be back and baking, maybe you'd bring your new friend a sweet treat home.
Opening your door you were met with the sight of Tsukishima locking his door, he had a plain white shirt on and a pair of blue jeans while he carried a plain hoodie on his side, as well as his usual headphones around his neck.
"Tsukishima!" You cheerfully greeted him as you walked up to him, you couldn't hear it but you knew he sighed, he always did that to you, so much so you've gotten used to it.
"Why're you up so early," He asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question in his voice while you walked to the elevator together.
"Well, today I start work again at the bakery two blocks from here! I'm super excited about it, I've been missing work lately." You explained.
Tsukishima found your enthusiasm for things quite annoying, he couldn't understand how you could be so excited and cheerful this early in the morning.
"What do you have planned today, tsuki?" You beamed, pressing the floor button on the elevator.
Tsukishima would never admit it but he did like the way you said his nickname, it was different from how everyone else said it, and it was innocent in a way.
"College classes, and practice," He dully said, watching the doors close while he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Practice?"
"Volleyball practice,"
You made a sound of excitement and admiration, "Youre a volleyball player? Thats so cool!" You said, looking up at him.
"It's not that cool," He sneered.
"Well, it makes sense! Youre like crazy tall and strong,"
Your compliments were almost enough to bring a blush to his cheeks, and he was thankful the elevator doors opened before you could get any more innocent compliments in.
"You know it's gonna be cold today, right?" He asked, looking your outfit up and down.
"It is?" You asked worriedly, in your rush to get ready you completely forgot to check the weather, and you still had to walk to work in the cold.
"Couldn't even check the weather," He sighed, shoving his hoodie into your hands.
"Tsuki.." You nervously said.
"Dont thank me, just dont let it happen again," He sternly said.
"No, it's just," You paused, looking down embarrassed.
"What?" He asked, raising his brow at your form. It was unlike you to be shy and nervous.
You took a deep breath, "What if it doesn't fit," You meekly said.
That thought hadn't crossed Tsukishimas mind, mostly because he didn't care about that sort of thing.
"It will," He simply stated, motioning for you to put it on.
This was a side of Tsukishima you weren't used to, you had expected him to laugh at your embarrassment, or just ignore you, but it gave you enough will to pull the hoodie over your head and he was right, it did in fact fit. His scent invaded your being, and a small blush rose to your cheeks.
Tsukishima hoped you didn't see his own blush at the sight of you in his hoodie. He didn't know why he was being so nice to you right now, but hearing you say it wouldn't fit irked something inside of him.
"Thanks, Tsuki," You looked up at him with a soft smile.
"Whatever," He turned away from you and walked out of the entrance to the complex, placing his headphones on his ears and taking out his phone.
You smiled the entire way to the bakery, with a warm feeling in your stomach with every inhale of Tsukishimas scent.
You felt disappointment for the first time when you approached your work because entering meant you'd have to take off the hoodie since you didn't want to get it covered in batter and flour.
Walking to the back towards the employee lockers you greeted the familiar faces of your employees with a cheery smile, disappointment soon being washed over with glee as you carefully hanged the hoodie in your locker and tied your apron around your waist ready to begin the day.
You always loved this job since the moment you got it, it truly was a blessing to you, you get paid for doing things you love and you get to meet all different kinds of people.
You noticed a girl standing by the counter and rushed over.
"Hello!" You greeted her with a bright smile, excited to meet a new person, you hadn't seen her here before.
"So, youre Tsukishimas new neighbor?"
The question had caught you off guard and a confused look appeared on your face, "Yeah?" You replied though it sounded more like a question than an answer.
"Well, he's my boyfriend," She stated.
You raised your eyebrow at her, what kind of reaction was she trying to get out of you?
"Good for you?"
"You should hear the things he's been saying about you," She sneered.
You didn't like where this conversation was going, and it angered you that you could tell where it'd go.
You didn't like feeling angry, in fact, it was one of the few things you hated, because when you felt angry you also felt sad, and sadness usually led to slumps where you didn't feel like doing anything and where life feels meaningless.
"If you aren't gonna get anything then please leave," You tried to hang onto the last string of cheerfulness you had, the last string of patience with her. You didn't want to be angry at her since she was clearly someone special to Tsukishima and you'd hate to genuinely upset him.
"Just know he isn't who you may think he is," She said before turning and taking her leave.
You weren't sure what to make of the encounter, you didn't know if you should be mad or upset, and you knew Tsukishima could be rude but would he really talk bad about you behind your back? Is it even worth asking? Maybe you'd just take the hint and leave him alone like he always wanted you to, and looking back now you should've seen it sooner, all his one-worded replies and the way he addressed you with such coldness. You'd just give him what he wanted.
The day came and went and it was time for you to head back home, only this time Tsukishima's hoodie was clenched in your fist, and the emotions you'd been repressing all day bubbled back up like soda, you understood you hadn't known him for long but you considered him a friend and you thought he did the same in his own antisocial rude way.
You were so lost in thought you didn't even care how harsh the cold was nipping at your skin and you only realized when you entered the warm lobby of your apartment, that the warmth instantly engulfed you as you shuddered away the cold. You silently prayed that you wouldn't cross paths with Tsukishima, but your prayers were cut short when you heard a voice from behind you, and it didn't take much to guess who it was.
You were surprised that he was the one greeting you, but you wouldn't give in, this is what he wanted. As soon as you entered the elevator you started spamming the close door button but in two strides he was already in, damn him and those long legs.
Tsukishima instantly caught on to the attitude change towards himself. Usually, you'd be chatting his ear off, talking about everything and anything and he'd be there, listening to every word of it while acting like he wasn't. Like how two days ago while walking to the elevator you were talking about the nature documentaries you watched and how they always made you cry but you could never turn them off. But now you were quiet, and looking everywhere but him, he didn't like it one bit. In fact, he hated it.
"Did you burn a bread roll or something?" He sneered, trying to gauge any sort of reaction out of you, a smile, a laugh, a look, anything.
Well he did get a reaction, you shoved his hoodie into his chest and sped off to your door, slamming it shut before he could even get a word in.
He sighed and headed for his, disappointment spreading through his body when his eyes met his girlfriends.
Tsukishima softly closed the door and kicked off his shoes, his mind still on you and the way you completely ignored him earlier. He tried racking his brain on what he could've possibly done to upset you other than ignore you, be rude, give you the cold shoulder, be dry. But he thought you understood and didn't care about all that stuff, though he could admit maybe he took the whole act a bit too far at times. He started to feel like a jerk, and for the first time in a long while, he felt like he should apologize to you. The only thing is he wasn't sure how to or where to start.
It had been a week since you last spoke to Tsukishima, and it had been five days since you last stood in the same elevator, he was partially okay with you not speaking to him but purposefully avoiding him? He decided today was the day he'd try and make things right with you. Even he couldn't believe his thoughts right now, never in a million years did he think he'd be going out of his way to try and get someone's forgiveness. But the days spent without you were quiet and dull, he no longer liked waking up, and he no longer liked the way the sun glared in his glasses, in fact, he found it once again absurd.
Tsukishima missed having you as a friend.
He missed your rambles, he missed being able to talk about his day in short sentences, and he missed you and the feelings you erupted in him.
And as soon as he awoke he found himself walking to your apartment, he wasn't sure what he was gonna say or how hed say it, or even how you replied but he knew he needed to do something if he was gonna keep you in his life.
He knocked twice, and after a few moments, you appeared, dressed in black pajama shorts that rode up a bit too high and a crop top. He could tell he had woken you up by the way you rubbed your eyes and how your hair was going in all directions. But even now, the sight of you made his heart rate increase.
You were stunned to see Tsukishima in your doorway, he looked like he hadnt had a good nights sleep.
"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked outright. You were surprised he even noticed you were intentionally avoiding him.
"Isn't that what you want?" Your voice cracked, you were trying your hardest to remain standing strong in front of him, not wanting to reveal that you genuinely miss talking to him.
"No, it's not," He spoke softly, looking you in your eyes to scan your reactions, to see if you showed any signs of wanting him to leave.
"Well, that's not what your actions say,"
"I know, and I apologize for giving you the wrong impression"
You stayed silent for a while, taking in the moment and trying to find the words to say to him.
"Then why did your girlfriend come to my job and tell me you've been saying all kinds of stuff?" You felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you internally cursed yourself for letting your facade slip.
Tsukishima felt anger bubble inside of him, of course, Etsuko had something to do with this, his days could've been filled with you, but they weren't, and of course, it was her fault.
"Listen, Tsuki, I appreciate you apologizing but,"
"She is lying, i haven't said anything bad about you, and I couldn't even if I wanted to,"
You didn't understand what he meant by even if he wanted to, the whole situation was confusing to you, why would she lie about something like that? What could she possibly gain by saying that to you? All sorts of questions were floating around your head and Tsukishima seemed to notice that.
"I want us to be friends again," He said, letting a small smile onto his face as he watched your eyes brighten. He was glad, the sight of you on the brink of tears brought a sort of sadness to his core.
"Tsuki," You paused, "Did you just say what I think you just said?"
He let out his usual sigh, "I'm not gonna say it again,"
"Just one more time?" You beamed, "I'll never ask again," You stepped closer to him, looking up with a pleading look, how could he ever say no? Well, he could and he did.
"No,"
You let out a sound of defeat. You both stood there for a few silent moments, just staring at each other with small smiles. Tsukishima was glad to be back on good terms with you, he knew he'd enjoy the mornings again, and he'd enjoy seeing the sun peek through the blinds because that meant hed get to talk to you for another day, hed get to see and hear you talk about the most random things, you'd once again be the highlight of his day.
"Wanna do something?"
"Like what?" You asked, raising a brow.
"Show me that show you were talking about a week ago, Euphoria? If you aren't too busy,"
You let out a shriek of happiness and pulled him inside by his shirt and dragged him to your dimly lit living room.
You plopped down on the couch and motioned for him to do the same as you turned on the TV. You were happy he apologized despite it taking him a week to do so, but you were glad to have your friend back, you had missed your mostly one-sided conversations, but you knew he was listening to you despite his actions saying otherwise.
You had gotten ten minutes into the first episode and there was already an intimate scene, and even though you both were already silent, the silence seemed to thicken as you both refused to look anywhere but the screen, if you moved would it show that you were uncomfortable? You probably should've warned him about how many intimate scenes were in this show. The closeness of Tsukishima did nothing to calm the awkwardness.
You reached for the remote to try and skip ahead but your hand was stopped by his, and you quickly turned to look at him, a bright blush adorning your cheeks at the contact.
Tsukishima wasnt one to like things, in fact, he hated most things, but you were certainly not one of them.
"I can't stay away from you," He said softly.
Your heart was racing, you didn't know what he meant by that or what way he meant it.
"Then dont,"
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44. "let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to."
seungkwan and reader have both been very busy lately so they haven’t spent a lot of time together. seungkwan has been sad and needy so he tells reader this ^ and they spend the night catching up and sharing funny stories
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fluff prompt #44: "let's stay up all night talking, just like we used to."
seungkwan flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, his head resting on the armrest as he stared at the ceiling. you glanced at him from the kitchen, your hands still busy drying the last of the dishes.
“what’s with the theatrics?” you asked, walking over to join him.
“i’m starved,” he mumbled.
“you just ate dinner,” you pointed out, sitting down on the floor beside the couch so you could see his face.
“not for food,” he said, his voice softer now. he turned his head to look at you, his expression unusually serious. “for you.”
you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “what do you mean?”
he sat up, his knee brushing yours. “i mean�� we’ve both been so busy lately. i feel like i barely see you anymore.”
you sighed, guilt tugging at your chest. it was true—between his packed schedule and your own responsibilities, quality time had been scarce. “i know,” you said quietly. “i miss you too.”
he hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before he spoke again. “then… let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to.”
your lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him.
“remember how we used to do that?” he continued, a small, nostalgic smile playing on his lips. “we’d just sit and talk about anything and everything until the sun came up.”
“of course i remember,” you said, smiling back. “those were some of my favorite nights.”
“so let’s do it again,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “tonight. no phones, no distractions. just us.”
you couldn’t say no to him, not when he was looking at you like that. “okay,” you said softly.
a few hours later, the two of you were curled up on the couch, a pile of blankets thrown haphazardly over your legs. an empty bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table, and the soft hum of a playlist seungkwan had made filled the background.
“do you remember the first time we went to karaoke together?” he asked, his eyes shining with amusement.
“how could i forget?” you replied, laughing. “you sang that one ballad so dramatically that the staff came to check if everything was okay.”
“i was passionate,” he defended, though his cheeks flushed pink.
“you were loud,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
he grinned, leaning back against the cushions. “i don’t regret it. that night was perfect.”
“it was,” you agreed, your smile softening. “you always make things fun.”
“you’re just saying that,” he said, though there was a touch of bashfulness in his tone.
“i’m not,” you insisted. “you’re the most fun person i know. and the most caring. and, honestly, the most dramatic, but in a good way.”
“you’re making me blush,” he muttered, covering his face with his hands.
“good,” you said, laughing as you pulled his hands away.
he looked at you then, his smile fading into something gentler. “i really missed this,” he said quietly.
“me too,” you admitted.
the conversation turned softer after that, slipping into memories and stories you hadn’t shared before. seungkwan told you about a funny mishap during practice, complete with spot-on impressions of the other members, and you shared a ridiculous story about a coworker that had him clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.
time seemed to blur, the hours passing in a haze of laughter, shared snacks, and the occasional yawn.
“what time is it?” you asked eventually, your voice thick with sleep.
seungkwan glanced at the clock. “almost 4am.”
“we’re really stayin up, huh?” you said, smiling despite your tiredness.
“of course,” he said, reaching for your hand. “it’s worth it.”
you laced your fingers through his, your heart swelling at the simple gesture. “you’re worth it,” you said softly.
his eyes softened, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’m keeping you up all night more often.”
“i’ll look forward to it,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.
and as the first hints of dawn began to creep through the curtains, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the blankets but rather, from the boy—curled up next to you, talking until the rest of the world faded away.
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Video 5
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You’ve never been good at lying. Or, more specifically, you’ve never been good at lying to him. Satoru Gojo is practically a human lie detector, and unfortunately for you, that makes planning his surprise birthday party a Herculean task.
“This is ridiculous” you mutter into your camera, recording yourself while crouched behind a stack of file cabinets in the staff lounge, “It’s like he has a sixth sense for people talking about him. We’ve barely started, and he’s already suspicious!”
Shoko’s voice crackles, her tone flat as always, “That’s because you’re terrible at keeping secrets. Honestly, I don’t know why we’re even trying”
“Because it’s for Gojo!” you hiss, “He’d never expect it, and—”
You hear footsteps. Light, purposeful. Immediately, you slap your videocamera against your chest to muffle the recording and freeze.
“Are you talking about me again?” Satoru’s unmistakable voice rings out, smug and teasing.
“No” you reply too quickly, shoving your camera behind your back, “What are you doing here?”
Satoru leans against the doorway, his sunglasses glinting under the fluorescent lights. His smirk is as insufferable as ever.
“I could ask you the same thing. I thought I heard someone whispering my name”
You make a show of looking at your sides in confusion and standing up.
“I don’t think so. We were just discussing next week’s missions. Very boring stuff. You’d hate it”
His grin widens, and you know he doesn’t believe you, “Really? Because you’re looking awfully guilty”
Before you can defend yourself, Geto walks in, holding two coffees and looking entirely unbothered by the tension in the room.
“Satoru, do you ever think about leaving people alone?”
“Never”
He hands you one of the coffees and shrugs, “See? He’s incapable of basic decency. Good luck”
And just like that, he’s gone, taking Shoko with you, leaving you alone with a now curious Gojo.
“You’re up to something” he says, folding his arms.
“Nope. Not at all”
But you know this isn’t over. Satoru Gojo doesn’t let things go easily.
Hours later, you reconvene with Shoko and Geto in a secluded corner of the courtyard. You’ve somehow convinced them to help you with your grand plan: throwing the most chaotic yet heartfelt birthday party Satoru Gojo has ever seen.
“This is a terrible idea” Shoko says bluntly, sipping on a cigarette instead of her coffee now as you fix the camera’s position, “He’s going to figure it out”
“Not if we’re careful” you insist, flipping through your notes, “Okay, here’s what we’ve got so far: decorations, cake, gifts, and a playlist. Shoko, you’re on distraction duty”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the only one he won’t suspect of being sentimental” Geto answers, lounging lazily on the grass.
You point to him next, “Geto, you’re handling decorations”
“Can’t wait to see what kind of sparkly nonsense he likes” Geto deadpans.
“And I’ll take care of the cake and gifts” you finish, “We’ll record everything so we can show him later how much effort went into this”
Shoko raises an eyebrow, “You really think he’s going to care about that?”
You hesitate, then grin, “No, but it’ll annoy him to know he didn’t catch us in the act”
The next few days are a whirlwind of poorly concealed planning and increasingly desperate attempts to throw Gojo off your trail.
You and Shoko are browsing through decorations online during lunch when Gojo suddenly appears behind you like a specter. The videocamera right by your side recording the process.
“What are you guys looking at?”
You slam your laptop shut so fast that Shoko flinches, “Nothing! Just… work stuff”
“Work stuff?” he echoes, leaning in uncomfortably close, “Lemme see”
“Absolutely not”
Shoko sighs dramatically and hands him her phone, “Here. Have this. Go bother someone else”
He snatches it, pouting, “This better not be another video of a cat falling off a table—oh, it is. Nice”
As soon as he’s distracted, you and Shoko bolt.
Geto is tasked with picking up decorations. He returns to the school with a bag of multicolored streamers, balloons, and—somehow—a life-sized cutout of Gojo himself.
“Where did you even find this?” you ask, incredulous, putting the camera down.
“Doesn’t matter” he replies, smirking, “It’s perfect”
“Perfect for what?”
You nearly drop the cutout as Gojo materializes out of thin air.
“For… uh…” You flail, searching for an excuse.
“A training exercise” Geto supplies smoothly.
Gojo eyes the cutout skeptically, “A training exercise with a cardboard version of me?”
“Yes” you say, clapping Geto on the shoulder, “We’re trying to improve our reaction times. Totally normal. Bye!”
You shove the cutout behind your back, grab your camera, and drag Geto away before Gojo can ask more questions.
The cake is a disaster.
“This is fine” you say, staring at the lopsided monstrosity you’ve just pulled out of the oven.
“It’s not fine” Shoko says, filming the whole thing, “This is a crime against baking”
“We’ll fix it!”
Shoko zooms in on the uneven frosting job as you frantically try to salvage the cake. “You’re lucky Satoru has no taste”
“Shut up and pass me the sprinkles”
By some miracle, everything comes together on the day of the party. The courtyard is decorated with streamers and balloons (and the Gojo cutout, which now has a party hat), the cake is… presentable, and a playlist of Gojo’s favorite obnoxious pop songs is ready to go.
The only problem is keeping him out of the area long enough to set everything up.
“That’s your job” you tell Shoko as you finish arranging the table, making sure the camera is set at the perfect angle, “Just stall him for an hour”
She rolls her eyes, “Sure. I’ll just tell him we’re doing a surprise intervention for his ego”
“That might actually work” Geto muses.
You shoo them both away and look towards the camera, “Okay, it’s almost time. If we can just keep him distracted a little longer, this might actually work—”
“Keep who distracted?”
You whip around to see Satoru standing behind you, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head and a suspicious look on his face.
“Uh—no one!” you say, trying to block his view of the decorations.
He steps closer, peering over your shoulder, “Is that… a cardboard version of me wearing a party hat?”
Panic sets in, “No! It’s for… science!”
Satoru raises an eyebrow, “Science?”
“Yes!” You grab his arm and start steering him away, “And you can’t be here because it’s classified science”
Why couldn’t you be better at lying?
He plants his feet, refusing to budge, “Classified, huh? Sounds fake”
“It’s not!”
But it’s too late. He’s already spotted the cake on the table, and the realization dawns on his face. A soft look, almost unnoticeable, appears on his face.
“You’re throwing me a party?”
You groan, dropping your hands, “We were trying to surprise you”
Satoru grins, looking entirely too pleased with himself, “Aww, you guys shouldn’t have”
“We really shouldn’t have” Shoko says, appearing with Geto behind him.
“Well, since you ruined the surprise” Geto adds, smirking, “you might as well enjoy it”
Despite the rocky execution, the party is a success. Satoru spends the evening teasing you all mercilessly while eating an alarming amount of cake and insisting on taking selfies with the cardboard cutout.
Later, as you’re cleaning up, he sidles up to you with a rare, genuine smile.
“Thanks for this. It was… nice”
You roll your eyes, “You’re welcome. But next year, you’re not getting anything”
“We’ll see about that” he says, ruffling your hair before wandering off to bother Shoko.
And even though it was chaotic, exhausting, and mildly traumatic, you can’t help but feel a little proud. Because for once, you managed to surprise the unbeatable Satoru Gojo—even if only for a moment.
The camera records the light blush that forms on your face as you smile at him without his notice.
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𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐦 ― 𝘈 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘺𝘮𝘦 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
sɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ― ɪɴ ᴠɪᴛᴀ One Summer Day // Joe Hisashi • Hotel Walls (acoustic) //Smith & Thell • Friedrich Dances With Jo // Alexandre Desplat • Little Talks // Of Monsters and Men • Mystery of Love // Sufjan Stevens • Crystal // Fleetwood Mac • Everytime // Ethel Cain • Girls Just Want To Have Fun // Frally ────────────────── sɪᴅᴇ ʙ ― ɪɴ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇ Ptolemaea // Ethel Cain • Room Of Angel //Akira Yamaoka • #grief2 // Yuki Kajiura • Saturn (instrumental) // Sleeping At Last • It's only the fairytale (instrumental) // Yuki Kajiura • The Flower Garden // Joe Hisashi • Asleep // Emily Browning • The Vision Of The Future // Paolo Buonvino
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#Didyme Volturi#Twilight#Twilight Renaissance#The Volturi#Playlists#I could talk about this playlist for hours#This is the saddest and most tragic thing I have produced#Beware; may induce tears and mourning#Basically her life... death... and aftermath#With some Aro cameos#You WILL know when Aro is murdering her#I will make a post about this afterwards
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this dude has been girlbossed by at least 10 women, children, and dolls multiple times. i like him a completely normal amount and do not spend a lot of time analyzing his character and rant about how much he means to me
#ethan winters#resident evil 8#re8#character playlist#fanart#god i like him so fucking much it’s entirely normal#please give me a chance mr winters#i know you’re fucking bisexual dawg#also i’m on the fence about his long hair + beard#i LOVE dudes with flowing locks but i also dunno if ethan’s the kind of person to let it grow out#also i don’t think mirander cosplaying mia would let him ya know#controlling n whatever#btw i fucking hate mirander and i could talk for hours about why that makes her so great#if you’re reading these give yourself a little kiss on the back of your hand <3#🐺🖋️
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Old Gods of Appalachia gives me the same vibes as listening to music by Lord Huron— it’s just the perfect blend of supernatural and folktales and being so deep in the woods it feels like the light can’t reach you anymore, and I am absolutely in love.
^ I mean, this is exactly what listening to the podcast feels like (at least to me)
#oh my gosh though this podcast is so… wow#it’s mysterious and fascinating and dark and beautiful and just enough body horror#(oh yeah that’s something else too I think I’m discovering I really like body horror?)#(which is weird cause I used to be terrified of gore)#and I could listen to the narrator talk for HOURS#which. I mean. is what I’m doing. so yay!#I love the way he does voices for the characters it’s really fun#and the theme songs are pretty neat too#old gods of appalachia#lord huron#and now that I think about it the vibes are pretty similar to the amazing devil as well#maybe even AURORA though it’s been a while since I listened to her music…#oh definitely some hozier too#oh oh and the forgetmenauts!! love them#might as well just make a playlist now huh#Spotify
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PHANTOM: A VINCENT SINCLAIR INSPIRED PLAYLIST
"Ma would be proud. Yeah she'd be real proud, she always said your talent would make up for what God took away from you."
- Alien Blues (Vundabar) ("My teeth are yellow, hello world, Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours? I need to purge my urges, shame, shame, shame") - Body (Grandmas House) ("I do not know the body I was born with, I do not recognize my face, my face, my face") - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living (My Chemical Romance) ("Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets, clean me off, I'm so dirty babe") - I Am Machine (Three Days Grace) ("I am machine, a part of me wishes I could just feel something, I am machine") - Plagued (We Came As Romans) ("I stare into the reflection of somebody else it's never myself I'm seeing, alone, I feel no connection, this body's a cell") & more! Image Sources: X/X/X/Screenshots from film ------------
Another playlist because I will never shut tf up about this man (or this movie for that matter) and all I seem to do is make character playlists for my favs
#house of wax#vincent sinclair#sinclair brothers#house of wax 2005#slasher#character playlist#playlist#horror movie#I think it may be a little less cohesive than Gabriel's playlist but whatever#Yet another film and character I could talk about for hours lmao#maybe it's time I cosplay the other Sinclair brothers and not just Vincent
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ZELINK NATION WAKE UP
We are BACK with another song from my zelink playlist. This one is:
“The Ruse & The Caper” by Coyote Theory
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“If you’re a soul I’m your mate
If you’re the past I am fate
If you’ve got time I could stay
If you’re alive I can wait”
#those last lines are so them#if you’ve got time I could stay#if you’re alive I can wait#I’m going to THROW UP this is literally them#this is actually ToTK Zelda and Link#the way Zelda has waited for link for so long#and the way Link will always get to her#he always gets her home#also if you play ToTK like I do#I make link spend a hours on some days just sitting up there with the light dragon and keeping her company#guys I’m a mess#also you guys seem to like these so I’m gonna keep posting my zelink playlist songs !#I like talking about them <3#zelda#tears of the kingdom#zelink#link#zelink totk#BoTW#zelink songs#dandyleyen zelink songs
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🎵 Will. Will. Will.
i put it on random and got IDGAF by Shining
pretty obvious stuff, Will doesn't have an ounce of self preservation, and they've been pretty nonchalant about the fact they might all die fighting against Strahd lol. they're ok with it, comes with the business of monster hunting really
they also just really like to be disliked, because they don't want to be a people pleaser, and they burn bridges a lot, they never let anyone close and never stay in the same place long
#what DO they care about ? well. personal freedom above all#THANKS FOR THE ASK#im always thinking about will music and lyrics and stuff thank you for letting me talk about it ahajha <333#i could do an hours long analysis presentation of their entire playlist fr. i have issues#will info#thank you agaib
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there are twenty seven songs in my félix playlist which means a few more and i can do a monthly writing game. why am i saying this when i have several important wips i am meant to be doing? well, you see
#🌃#felix fathom#felix graham de vanily#i have complicated feelings about having a playlist because this is unlike me#the only playlists i have ever made are ones i hypothesize characters would listen to and i write pages of accompanying meta for why their#life experiences and psychologies would lead them to those music tastes#i've never had a playlist of songs that remind ME of a character before#i mean i think it's decent i still have standards but it's a new experience i sort of feel like i'm god or i'm in purgatory#anyway what am i even talking about here#félix makes me do all kinds of ridiculous things#for the record my recommendations are#coin operated boy abraham's daughter oh no! neighborhood 2 the mind electric and the hand that feeds#maybe when i have a month's worth i will make one of those graphics#yay that's fun#MY MIDTERM IS IN TWELVE HOURS WHAT AM I DOING#i suppose it doesn't have to be a writing game i could learn how to make gifs#or webweave or make moodboards or screenshots or even#just post lyrics in a definitely normal length reblog chain#dog days are over is the last song in my playlist because i think it's funny and flairmidable and florence and did i mention it's funny#because he's scared of horses#LMAO#god i love him#what was i talking about again#hey#does tumblr have a tag limit
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tomorrows literally my birthday but that doesnt matter because his delicious materials updated and ive done fucking nothing but think about palinode all day my mind is filled with the laios dog i honestly think its a disease at this point
i dont know what to say other than read his delicious materials by sousverre on ao3. the world Will know about this wonderful dog. i will Force it to.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#my priv on twitter is just me talking about this dog like im having a religious experience#and honestly i am#i saw that it updated when it woke up and i literally have not stopped thinking about her since#who is laios honestly#at this point this dog matters more to me than any religion could ever hope to be#7 hours straight of just palposting#i could make a playlist at this point#i just need everyone to read this fic ok
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YOU LIKE NINJAGO????? FUCKING BASED OML BEST TUMBLR USER
HAHAHDHG YESS I LOVE NINJAGO!! first ever hyperfixation and still going lmao ninjago is the reason i joined tumblr in the first place
#ask kandidandi#norapretzel#i have not watched dragons rising because i dont like it gh#i love the older seasons tho#hey btw season 3 is my FAVOURITE#cuz its about zane and zane is my favourite ninja im so sad the newer seasons made him moreserious and cold sobs#RAAHH LEMME AT HIM LEMME FLICK HIS FUNNY SWITCH RAAHHH#also pixal because i love pixal#school was so awesome do you understand how many people were going nuts over lloyd being the green ninja when that episode aired??#lololol#i could talk about ninjago for hours im not joking#i have talked about ninjago for hours#on road trips if my playlist plays a ninjago song i slow turn over to my mother and ask ‘hey you ever heard of ninjago?’#(she has heard me ask this question many many many times)#((too many times))#but thats ok because shes cool and likes listening to me ramble about ninjago for the hundreth time#WAIT IM RAMBLING RIGHT JOW#WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME#THE AUTISM..
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I head your Jean-coded playlist Nora, and I love it, but I will also provide my own. Mostly just because of my own music taste.
A little rock, a little punk, a little grunge, a touch pop, even some indie. And of course, so very very sad.
A few of the songs as well as some of the lyrics, just to convince you:
In My Time of Dying - Led Zeppelin
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home {...} Oh, Saint Peter at the gates of Heaven Won’t you let me in? {...} I never did no harm, I never did no wrong I must’ve did somebody some good Oh, I believe I did
Brand New City - Mitski
I think my fate is losing its patience I think the ground is pulling me down I think my life is losing momentum I think my ways are wearing me down But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die Honey, what'd you take? What'd you take? Honey, look at me Tell me what you took, what'd you take?
Sunlight - Hozier
I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night? For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight But whose heart would not take flight? Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
You’d Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You) - Waterparks
I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone, but surrounded I'm breathing, I'm drowning I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?
Wires - The Neighbourhood
We talked about making it I'm sorry that you never made it And it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it It kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you're breathing You knew you had a reason {...} He told me I should take it in Listen to every word he's speaking The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking As they're holding him
16, 16, Six - The Drips
Tell me what you wanna know I gotta tell you that I miss your voice Cause everything else I hear is a violent noise And it's breaking through to my soul {...} Take comfort in familiar face Carried me all over the place Fell in love the only way we could No one understood and no one could
Fight or Flight - Conan Grey
Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you
Giver - K.Flay
I'm learning to live I'm trying to be better I'm learning to give But I don't know if I'm a giver {...} I got so much soul in my body But no one keeping me honest And whole days turn into holes in my mind
You Know You're Right - Nirvana
I will never follow you I will never bother you Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell I have never failed to fail
Exit Music (For A FIlm) - Radiohead
Wake from your sleep The drying of your tears Today we escape, we escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone
Hysteria - Muse
'Cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control
Aneurism - Nirvana
Come on over, do the twist, aha Overdo it and have a fit, aha Love you so much, it makes me sick, aha Come on over and do the twist, aha Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) {...}
Lydia - Highly Suspect
I've seen better days So unafraid in my youth I can't breathe, much less believe You gave everything you had Every little thing you had A true love unrehearsed I've seen your best and worst And at your worst, you're still the best But at my best, I am the worst It's a curse
Devil In Me 22-20s
I don't live, I just breathe I don't give and I don't recieve And I'll never get the devil Outside of me, outside of me I don't get all the good things You said I'd see, you said I'd see And I don't see the light Surrounding me, surrounding me
Dream On - Aerosmith
Every time that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way?
Don't Matter - Kings of Leon
You're not a man everybody says But it don't matter to me Dirty feet on my seat But it don't matter to me Break my heart, tear me apart It don't matter to me no, no I put a shine in your eye It don't matter to me 'Cause it's always the same And I'm always the same
#Spotify#jean moreau#read the songs as you wish#for me some are to jean some are by jean#some are#jerejean#kevinjean#moreaux#kevin day#and a lot are riko#riko moriyama#jeremy knox#aftg#all for the game#tsx#the sunshine court#nora sakavic#playlist#music recs#i could talk for hours about most of these and jeans character study#the foxhole court#neil josten#andrew minyard#renee walker#hozier#radiohead#nirvana#muse#aerosmith#the neighbourhood
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just stalked ur spotify and I love ur music taste sm
thank you sweetheart!!!!! i spend half my time on spotify honestly, i love music and i love making playlists soo much. i also love loveee talking about my spotify😭
#this made me happy 😁 thank u#if anyone wants to know anything about my playlists i could literally talk about it for hours#also i just made some f1 playlists public#ive got a max logan and oscar playlist and a lando one coming#💌asks
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the war mage
they escaped their self-imposed cage
yes
YES
the bastard is out
#anyway I'm having a delightful time with him.#this is charm. short for charlemagne not that they're telling anyone in the party that#he's war crimes georg. he hates the government. he might start a war. WHO KNOWS#also i am mostly posting this cuz i figured out borders in csp and I'm fucking delighted.#it did take me an additional two hours to realize i could MOVE THE CORNERS but we're not gonna talk about it.#also cuz I'm gonna keep fucking with it and probably try to overhaul the skin tone if i don't.#he's mechanically a high elf but half drow and I wanted more dusky than purple but alas.#it's also how its playing off the red filter so alas.#i do love his hair though. i put 'james lance style' in my character description for the party cuz that man's hair slaps lmao#regardless. this was specifically for their playlist cuz i am who i am.#megs plays dnd#my art
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