#Pulled the lyrics from translate lol

[palestinianliberator]

Товарищ Астроном - Момент

Comrade Astronomer - Moment

The night calls, the night sings He sings an old song in an old carriage. System one, system two… I have a feeling that someone is waking me up. The night calls, the night sings He sings an old song in an old carriage. Everything is like a river, you are like a river - Stop her please. How to do so To remember this moment? How to do so To remember this moment? The night calls, the night sings He sings an old song in an old carriage. There is emptiness in your palms That's all we need, what we need. The day has passed, I waved my hand, Well, the night is always with you. Open your eyes, the moon is alone And it is visible above our roof. How to do so To remember this moment? How to do so To remember this moment? There is emptiness in your palms That's all we need now

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[baronvonriktenstein]

Tagged by @watercubebee

Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!) (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence? Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn from here and go Running like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road Seven Bridges Road by Eagles

What kind of [Capricorn] are you? I feel so bad, I feel so numb, yeah Blacken the sun What have I done? I feel so good, I feel so numb, yeah Feel So Numb by Rob Zombie

You’re visiting your favourite spot. What are you thinking about? Joy to the world All the boys and girls, now Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me Joy to the World by Three Dog Night

If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it? Take me out tonight Because I want to see people And I want to see life There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

Say you get a book deal. What are you titling the memoir? So take me away, I don't mind But you better promise me I'll be back in time Back in Time by Huey Lewis & the News

What would you say about your best friends? I’m so afraid that they will fly, away from me A Monster in Paris - English dub ver. by Sean Lennon (From Animated Film "A Monster in Paris")

Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school. What was your life motto as a teenager? All my life Beam a light on me I am a satellite And I can't get back without you Busted and Blue by Gorillaz

Describe your aesthetic now When hopes and dreams are far away And you feel like you can't face the day Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy? Won't you love me all the time? Please don't make this be goodbye Darling, can't you see that I would be so sad? Moving by The Happy Fits

And for our final question, say you believe in soulmates. What do you think their first impression of meeting you would be? So, Brown Eyes, I'll hold you near 'Cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie

>:3c Y'know I kinda stopped tagging, but if you see this and want to do it, please tag me so I can have a look

[moonchild9350]

Etched into your skin

Summary: You are the artist and Chan is your canvas.

Pairing: established relationship idol Chan x fab reader

Genre: smut 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetration, creampie (don't), acarophilia, use of term babygirl, daddy kink, fingering (briefly), multiple orgasms, cum tasting, mention of blood

Notes: Results of Chan's slutty behavior. I had to get it down. That's it lol

Likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350. (2024)

Im here.

Two little words, illuminated on your screen. Two little words you’ve been waiting for all night. You swung open the door, your boyfriend on the other side in all his glory. He still had his makeup on, his hair a tussled mess after the performance. You were thrilled at his solo, the lyrics suggestive, his outfit or lack thereof fitting, the overall song perfection.

You couldn't help but ogle at your man, happy that he gets to come home to you. Right now, you think Chan is on the same page as he’s looking at you with desire in his eyes. He crosses the threshold before he runs to you, pushing you against the wall, kicking the door closed with his foot.

His lips are on yours before you can blink, his plush lips molding with yours perfectly. He yanks your head back as his lips drag along your jaw, your neck before he lands back on your lips. The kiss is sloppy and heated, his tongue fighting against yours as he pulls you closer.

“Thought about you tonight,” his rasps out, dragging you to your couch a few feet away.

You whine out as he bends you over the couch, hurriedly pushing your leggings and panties down to your thighs. He rubs a finger through your folds, as you keen, moaning out at his touch.

“You’re soaked babygirl. Pussy missed daddy hmm,” Chan said as he withdrew his fingers.

You could hear him shuffle out of his sweats, the material hitting the floor with a soft thud. You felt the tip of his cock tease your folds, slick sounds echoing in the quiet room as he drags his length through your wetness.

You both let out a moan as he pushes into your little hole, your walls accommodating his pulsating length. Chan didn’t wait to let you adjust before he began to pound into you, his hands gripping your hips harder with each thrust.

He worked you to your high, the sensation near sooner than usual. Chan could feel your walls clench around him as he pounded into you, his cock engulfed in your warm walls. He was thinking about your pussy all night. It was you on his mind as he sang his new song for the thousands gathered. No one knew, only him. He couldn’t wait to get to you.

You squealed as he picked up pace, your chest sliding to and fro, from the force of each thrust.

“Mm close daddy,” you whined, as you clutched the fabric beneath you.

“Yeah? Cum for me baby girl. Be a good girl for daddy. “

Chan’s words were just what you needed to tip over the edge, your orgasm hitting you suddenly. You moaned loudly as he continued to pound into you, the overstimulation causing you to cry out.

Chan withdrew from you, a cry leaving your lips at the feeling of emptiness. He picked you up and walked you over to your table, placing you down. He pushed your leggings off completely, tossing them away, before spreading your legs and diving in, his lips immediately attaching to your clit.

He began to eat you out, his tongue flicking against your sensitive bud again and again. You were speechless, the pleasure too much, your hands latching into his hair to guide him how you like. Chan let out a groan, the vibrations going straight to our core, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Need your cock daddy, please,” you whined.

Chan lifted his head, his lips slick with your arousal.

“Babygirl needs my cock?” Chan asked as he looked down at you, stroking his cock.

You whined and nodded your head, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Hmmm here ya go,” Chan replied as he slid within your warm walls once more.

You sighed at being stretched once more, wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him flush to your body. Chan started to rut into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You were a moaning mess, as his cock hit deeper in this position, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

Chan smiled at you before bringing his lips to yours for a kiss. You could taste yourself on him, causing you to mewl. Your hands slid down his shoulders and to his back, your nails sinking into his skin.

He groaned at the pain, as he thrusted faster into you. You dragged your nails down his back again and again, the skin peeling away with each pass, the wounds dripping blood.

You were close once more, your mind empty as he brought you to your orgasm. You felt the band in your belly snap, your release spreading throughout your body.

With one more pass of your nails down his back, Chan came with a groan, his cum hitting your walls and seeping out of your hole and onto the table. He collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he regulated his breathing.

With a swift kiss to your lips, Chan got up, slowly withdrawing his cock from your pussy, his eyes trained on his cum seeping out. He nodded his head in satisfaction before turning to go grab a towel.

When he turned, you gasped loudly, your hands flying to your mouth, specks of blood smearing around your face. Chan looked at you in curiosity, wondering at your outburst.

“I’m sorry!” You squeaked, your hands covering you eyes.

Chan was confused so to say. “What is it baby girl?”

“Go look in a mirror,” you sheepishly said.

You watched as he walked away, to your bathroom. It wasn’t long before he came back, a smirk on his face.

“Damn baby, looks like I’ve been mauled by a bear!” He said chuckling

He was referring to the deep scratch marks etched into his skin, courtesy of you. They looked beautiful in contrast with his milky skin, the red streaks littering his back from top to bottom. There would be no question how those marks got there.

“Well at least the staff won’t have to draw them on huh,” Chan said with a chuckle.

He was definitely right about that.

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[edensdahlia]

Hey, really appreciate your work! can do something about Ghost waking up on a very cold night and seeing reader shrunken, then he realizes that he is using alone the blanket they share, indicating that while he slept, he pulling the sheet to himself, leaving the reader without the blanket. (sorry for my english, it's not my first language and I used translator, so some parts may be confused 😭💀)

༊*·˚ Inside This Place Is Warm

CHARACTERS: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn! Reader

RATING: SFW

CONTENTS: Exactly what the prompt says, + a little extra, doing skin care for him, super soft Simon, I headcannon he has dyed hair in this, may be ooc, some wintery themes (even though it’s mid-summer where I am lol), established relationship, just lots of fluff, title is a Sweater Weather lyric, nicknames used: love

A/N: Absolutely no worries about your English lovely! I was literally giggling and kicking my feet as I wrote this, I just love him so much :( I live for domestic moments so I honestly may have gotten a little carried away but I really hope you enjoy!

ೃ⁀➷ WORD COUNT: 1K

In the warm glow of the bathroom light, Simon became the picture of pure divinity. Surely, if Nirvana existed it was there between the sun-kissed pink of his cheeks and the way his hair hung, mussed and slightly damp, across his forehead. It was there written into his irises as he peered down at you. Adoring and sickeningly reverent as if you could ask him to split the very Earth for you- to tear apart each layer with his bare hands- and he would do it without hesitation. He would. If you asked.

You slid your fingers through his curls, pushing them away from his face with a gentle sweeping motion. His roots were beginning to grow out, their umber colour striking against the rest of his pale locks. He was due for a touchup soon, and a haircut. A small huff of a laugh escaped you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, attempting to trap your smile behind enamel as you gazed up at him.

“Your hair…” You explained at his imploring look, voice feather-light and so incredibly tender as if you feared anything more would disturb the domestic bubble that had descended upon the room. Simon stepped closer legs slotting into the space between your open thighs, hands pressed to the cool ceramic counter on either side of you.

“’S bad?” He whispered, breath warm against your skin and smelling faintly of mint. His head dipped in your direction crowding closer to you as his eyes searched yours, dangerously easy to get lost in. Hickory and honey melting into an amalgam of a colour so distinctly Simon. Your hand trailed from the crown of his head down to his cheek lingering there fondly before you pulled away, reaching for the jar of facial cream at your side.

“Not at all. Just needs retouched- unless you’re going to grow it out again?” You undid the lid of the container gathering its contents onto the tips of your fingers. It was meant to repair scar tissue and soothe the skin. A luxury he hadn’t thought of affording himself before you.

“Maybe I will. I kinda miss the brown.” Simon’s eyes fluttered closed a content hum echoing from the recess of his chest as the pad of your thumb slid over his cheekbones and down the side of his face, tracing over long-faded scars with a gentleness he’d come to accept. He was spoiled when it came to you. So incredibly spoiled. And the thought didn’t terrify him as it may have in the past. Instead, he relished in it. Took comfort in the way your thumb slid down the bridge of his nose and then across his temples, rubbing soothing circles into his skin with each movement. Every touch sent small jolts of electricity through him as if you were holding a live wire to his skin, molding every nerve of his to the shape of your name.

Your nose nudged his and his mouth parted automatically, lips meeting yours in a brief sleepy kiss. “Bedtime.” You murmured. Simon’s eyes peeled open at the sound of your saccharine voice a rare content smile teasing the corner of his lips and tugging them upward. Your heart thudded painfully against your ribcage, imprinting the marrow of your bones with his blissful expression. How could one person be so beautiful?

Simon wondered the same thing as he gazed down at you.

♡ 。

As it crept into January the weather in Manchester went from mildly annoying to an all-present nuisance. Outside your house the wind began to howl something fierce, the sound drawing Simon into barely there consciousness. True to his callsign it seemed he was always cold. A spectre of frost and ice, built from winter itself. But there buried beneath four blankets he was warm, finally, mercifully warm; and yet something was still missing. He blinked into the darkness waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting as if he’d find what it was in the emerging shapes. The outline of a dresser, a laundry basket with clothes spilling over the top-

Slowly he shifted, limbs like molasses as he rolled over finding the answer to the little voice that nagged in his mind. “Oh love…” Simon’s voice was a breathy sigh the edge of his words turned soft by guilt. Illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the parted curtains was your sleeping form. You were folded together like an origami piece, legs tucked in close to your chest, hands pressed palm to palm in an attempt to regulate your body temperature. Even in the semi-dark, he could see the goosebumps that broke out across your skin.

Simon lifted the blankets reaching out a hand to brush against your arm. You stirred at the contact hands unfolding, reaching out in search of his warmth. His hand slid into yours bringing your knuckles to his lips so he could lay a gentle kiss on each before gathering you in close, pulling you into the safety of the cocoon he’d managed to build for himself.

Your lips parted, a content hum loosening the sudden tightness Simon felt in his chest. The guilt easing into something softer, endearment settling into the empty spaces of his ribcage with a quiet, relieved sigh. His hand flattened along your back dragging down the length of your spine and then back up again in a soothing motion. You snuggled closer to him head tucked into the space between his neck and shoulder.

He waited there with his head resting lightly on yours, waiting for the goosebumps to disappear and your skin to warm beneath his touch. Through the window he watched as snow begin to spiral from the sky, white flakes dancing past on a stray gust of wind, twinkling like stardust in the worn yellow light of a street lamp. There with you tucked into him, warm and alive beneath his fingers, and the snow just beginning to fall Simon Riley found the definition of peace.

[natsgrave]

NEW YEAR'S DAY | elizabeth olsen

i want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day. please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere. ( obvi, another @taylorswift inspired. ) colored bold words will be the lyrics and play "new year's day" by taylor for for better experience lol. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

The night was a tapestry woven with laughter, music, and the effervescent sparkle of celebration. A grand soirée had unfolded within the opulent walls of a magnificent ballroom, where the elite gathered to revel in the luxuries of life. Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling glow over the dance floor, and the air buzzed with the merriment of the occasion.

A girl named Y/N had always been the quiet, observant type, content to linger on the edges of social gatherings and take in the energy of the room. Her world seemed to transform, however, when she received an invitation from to the grandest event of the year— a dazzling party hosted by the illustrious Scarlett Johansson, her sister. ( she always received an invitation, she just doesn't go. well, until now. )

Scarlett was the epitome of grace and sophistication, known for hosting events that left a lasting imprint on everyone fortunate enough to attend. Her parties were legendary, with an air of enchantment that lingered long after the final guest had departed.

Amidst the sea of faces, Y/N's eyes fell upon Elizabeth, her sisters' best friend, moving through the crowd like a vision. Elizabeth, the girl she had admired from afar for what felt like an eternity, was there, of course. Elizabeth's presence exuded confidence and charisma, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest as she nervously adjusted the hem of her dress, feeling a bit out of place amid the elegant crowd.

Elizabeth's presence also seemed to cast a magnetic pull, and Y/N found herself drawn toward her.

The glitter, like the residue of a magical moment, adorned the floor beneath Elizabeth's feet. Y/N's heart raced as she gathered the courage to strike up a conversation, as she approached Elizabeth.

"Hi," Y/N stammered, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

Elizabeth turned toward her, a warm smile gracing her face. "Hey there! I haven't seen you around before. Are you enjoying the party?"

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink, "It's incredible. I never imagined I'd be here."

Elizabeth chuckled, her laughter like a melody in the air, "Well, I'm glad you made it. These events can be a bit overwhelming, but they have their charm."

As the night unfolded, Y/N found herself drawn to Elizabeth's orbit. They exchanged polite conversations, laughter resonating in the air like a melody. The conversation flowed effortlessly, like a dance that mirrored the enchantment of the night. They shared stories, dreams, and in that moment, the glitter on the floor seemed to shimmer a bit brighter. Elizabeth's charm was undeniable, and Y/N felt a magnetic pull, as if fate had orchestrated this meeting.

"I've always admired you from afar." Y/N confessed, her words tinged with vulnerability.

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with genuine interest, "Really? I had no idea. I'm flattered."

The night unfolded like a fairy tale, with Y/N and Elizabeth losing themselves in the magic of the party. They danced beneath the twinkling lights, and as the night wore on, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary was happening.

Elizabeth, too, seemed intrigued by the genuine nature of Y/N, a refreshing contrast to the glittering facade of the event. The glitter on the floor beneath their feet seemed to sparkle with a newfound significance. It wasn't just the remnants of a party; it was the residue of a connection that had blossomed amidst the glamour.

As the party reached its crescendo, Y/N and Elizabeth found themselves amidst a shower of confetti. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this enchanting encounter was the beginning of something beautiful.

As the night came to a close, Elizabeth looked at Y/N with a twinkle in her eyes, "I'm glad you came tonight." she said, a genuine smile gracing her lips.

Y/N, overwhelmed with a mix of excitement and gratitude, responded, "I'm glad I did too. This has been an incredible night."

Elizabeth, seemed reluctant to part ways, "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" she suggested, her eyes holding a hint of anticipation.

Y/N nodded, a smile lighting up her face, "I'd like that."

As they bid each other goodnight, Y/N walked away from the glitter-strewn ballroom with a heart full of hope. Little did Y/N know that the glitter on the floor wasn't just a symbol of a party's aftermath; it was a metaphor for the unexpected magic that had unfolded. From that night onward, Y/N and Elizabeth's connection continued to grow, their lives intertwined in a story that began with glitter on the floor and unfolded into a beautiful, unforeseen romance.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before

The soft glow of candlelight flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows on the hardwood floor. Y/N and Elizabeth sat amidst a scattering of Polaroids, capturing moments frozen in time— snapshots of their shared laughter, stolen kisses, and the everyday beauty that painted their love story.

As Y/N gazed at the Polaroids, a smile played on their lips. "Do you remember this one?" Y/N held up a photo, capturing a lazy Sunday morning when they had decided to make pancakes together.

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as she looked at the image, "Of course, how could I forget?" Elizabeth replied, reaching for the photo. "That was the day we ended up having breakfast for dinner because your pancake-making skills needed improvement."

They both laughed, the memory resurfacing as vividly as if it had happened just yesterday. The warmth in the room wasn't just from the flickering candles; it was a reflection of the enduring love that had grown between them.

Y/N picked up another photograph, this one capturing a quiet moment shared on a rainy day.

"Our impromptu dance party in the living room." Y/N reminisced, their eyes locked with Elizabeth's.

"Ah, how could I not?" Elizabeth chuckled, "We danced like no one was watching, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn't exist. Just you, me, and the music."

The moments captured in those Polaroids held a special place in their hearts, a testament to the journey they had undertaken together. Yet, amidst the warmth and nostalgia, there was also a subtle acknowledgment of the challenges they had faced.

As a soft music playing softly in the background, Elizabeth's gaze met Y/N's with a depth of understanding. "You know," Elizabeth began, her voice gentle, "those moments, the ones in these pictures, they're precious to me. But what matters even more is the now. The present and the future we're creating together."

Y/N nodded, appreciating the sentiment behind Elizabeth's words. The journey of love wasn't just about reminiscing; it was about building and evolving, about facing the uncertainties of the future hand in hand.

"I love looking at these memories," Y/N admitted, "but I love the idea of making new ones even more. Our story isn't confined to the past; it's a living, breathing narrative that we're still writing every day."

Elizabeth reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "Forevermore."

"Our love story continues, one Polaroid at a time, each frame capturing the beautiful journey we're on."

Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

Their journey began years ago, with chance encounters and stolen glances evolving into shared laughter and whispered confidences. Y/N's meticulous breathed life into Elizabeth's vivacity world, and in turn, Elizabeth's stability provided a comforting anchor for Y/N.As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics of their relationship. Together, they weathered storms and reveled in the sunny days. They celebrated victories, both big and small, and navigated the challenges that life threw their way.

And today, another challenge got thrown into their way.

The apartment echoed with the sharp tones of an argument that seemed to reverberate through the walls, leaving an uncomfortable tension in its wake. Y/N paced back and forth, frustration etched across their face, while Elizabeth stood by the window, a mixture of anger and hurt in her eyes.

"Why can't you see my point of view, Y/N?" Elizabeth's voice was raised, her frustration bubbling over, "I feel like you're not even trying to understand where I'm coming from."

Y/N stopped in their tracks, a sigh escaping their lips, "I am trying, Elizabeth, but it feels like every time we talk about this, we end up going in circles. I need you to meet me halfway, to see things from my perspective too."

The room was filled with an uneasy silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the city outside. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her voice softening, "I just thought we were on the same page. I thought we wanted the same things."

Y/N turned to face Elizabeth, frustration giving way to a deep sadness. "We do want the same things, but we have different ways of getting there. Can't we find a middle ground without tearing each other apart?"

Elizabeth looked away, the weight of the argument settling heavily on her shoulders. "I don't know, Y/N. Sometimes it feels like we're just not meant to be together."

Those words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the growing rift between them. Y/N felt a lump forming in their throat, but they refused to let the conversation end on such a somber note. "Elizabeth, look, I know we're going through a tough time. But I want to stay, even when it's hard. I want to work through this, find a way to make us stronger."

Elizabeth's gaze softened as she met Y/N's eyes, "But how, Y/N? How do we fix this when it feels like we're both pulling in opposite directions?"

Y/N took a step closer, reaching for Elizabeth's hand. "Maybe we start by acknowledging that we're both imperfect. We're going to make mistakes, say the wrong things, but that doesn't mean we give up on each other. It means we fight for what we have, even when it's difficult."

Elizabeth sighed, her shoulders sagging as the weight of the argument began to lift. "I just don't want us to end up resenting each other."

Y/N nodded, squeezing Elizabeth's hand gently, "Neither do I. That's why we need to communicate, be patient with each other, and remember that we're a team. We can navigate through the storms, but only if we face them together."

I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

The city was alive with the anticipation of a new year, the air crisp with the promise of fresh beginnings. In the heart of it all, Y/N and Elizabeth found themselves atop a rooftop overlooking the city skyline, a canvas of twinkling lights that mirrored the anticipation in their hearts. The year had been a rollercoaster, but tonight, they decided to welcome the new beginning together.

Y/N, with her contagious enthusiasm, looked at Elizabeth with sparkling eyes. "Can you believe it's another year already?" she exclaimed, a warmth spreading through her as she took in the breathtaking view.

Elizabeth, always the anchor to Y/N's free spirit, smiled gently. "Time flies when you're in love, doesn't it?" Her hand found Y/N's, fingers intertwining like a promise.

As the night unfolded, they decided to forego the traditional crowded parties and embrace a more intimate celebration. The rooftop became their private haven, adorned with fairy lights and a cozy blanket, creating a cocoon that shielded them from the world below.

Y/N produced a small Bluetooth speaker, the soft strains of their favorite songs filling the air. The lyrics of Taylor Swift's "New Year's Day" seemed to resonate with the atmosphere around them. The skyline, the city lights, and the company of each other made it a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting.

"I want your midnights," Y/N sang along softly, her gaze locked with Elizabeth's. "But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day."

Elizabeth chuckled, her eyes reflecting the love and warmth that had blossomed between them over countless midnights and New Year's Eves. "Well, I wouldn't want to be cleaning up bottles with anyone else." she replied, her thumb tracing circles on the back of Y/N's hand.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

The rain gently tapped against the window pane, creating a soothing cadence that mirrored the rhythmic beating of Y/N's heart. She sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the warmth of soft lamplight and the subtle scent of vanilla candles. It was a quiet evening, the kind that invited introspection, and Y/N found herself drifting into a sea of memories, each one a page in the story of her long-term relationship with Elizabeth.

Y/N couldn't help but reminisce about the love story she shared with Elizabeth. The room was adorned with photographs capturing moments, a visual timeline of their journey together. Y/N reached for a framed picture on the shelf, her fingers tracing the contours of Elizabeth's smiling face. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the memories played out like a film reel in Y/N's mind.

The lazy Sunday mornings, the spontaneous road trips, the quiet nights curled up on the couch. Each moment was a treasure, and Y/N held them close to her heart. One particularly vivid memory stood out— the night they danced under a sky full of stars.

"Dance with me, just like this, forever." Elizabeth whispered.

"Forever sounds perfect." Y/N said with a soft smile on her face.

The rhythm of their hearts matched the melody of the night, creating a symphony of love that echoed in their shared laughter and whispered promises.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of memories as Y/N continued to reflect. She recalled the day they decided to take a break—a moment that tested the strength of their love.

"We need this time, but I love you, always." Her girlfriend, Elizabeth, said.

"I love you too."

Time apart allowed them to grow individually, and eventually, they found their way back to each other. Now, as Y/N held onto those memories, she felt a surge of gratitude for the love they had shared. The phone rang, interrupting her reverie.

It was Elizabeth.

"Hey, just wanted to hear your voice."

Y/N smiled, and said, "I was just thinking about us. Our memories."

"The good or the bad?" Elizabeth joked.

"All of it. Because every memory, every moment, holds a piece of you."

"And a piece of you is eternally a part of me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Lizzie"

"What memories are you holding onto right now?" Elizabeth asked.

Y/N's mind wandered back to the early days of their relationship, the days filled with the excitement of discovery and the sweet anticipation of shared dreams.

"Remember our first date? The nervous laughter, the awkward moments, and then that magical instant when we both realized we were exactly where we were meant to be?"

"Of course, I remember. I was so struck by your authenticity, by the genuine connection we shared. It was like finding a missing piece." Elizabeth replied happily.

"And our road trip to the mountains— the wind in our hair, the breathtaking views, and those late-night conversations under a blanket of stars. It felt like we were the only two people in the world."

"Those moments were magical. I still carry the echo of your laughter and the warmth of your hand in mine."

"Even in the tough times, we held onto each other. Like that rainy night when we danced in the living room, turning a simple evening into a celebration of us." Y/N recalled.

"That dance felt like a promise—a promise to weather the storms together and to find joy in the simple moments. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Y/N sat by the window, the soft glow of the city lights casting a warm ambience in the room. She traced her finger along the rim of her coffee cup, lost in thought. As she sipped her coffee, memories unfolded like pages of a cherished book. Elizabeth's laughter echoed in her mind— the way it tinkled like wind chimes on a breezy day, a sound that had become synonymous with joy and comfort. Y/N couldn't imagine a world where that laughter faded, where Elizabeth became a distant echo rather than the melody that accompanied the rhythm of their lives.

Lost in her contemplation, Y/N couldn't help but think aloud. "You know, Liz," she began, turning to face her long-term girlfriend, who was immersed in a book on the other side of the room. "There's something about the idea of recognizing your laugh anywhere that's so profound. It's like a piece of home, a constant in the ever-changing symphony of life."

Elizabeth was not just a girlfriend; she was the rhythm to Y/N's melody, the familiarity that made every moment feel like home.

Elizabeth looked up from her book, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "What got you thinking about that, love?" she asked, setting her book aside and giving Y/N her full attention.

Y/N sighed, her gaze filled with a mix of nostalgia and deep affection. "It just hit me— your laughter is like a familiar melody that I never want to forget. I can close my eyes and imagine you in any room, and your laughter would stand out. It's like a part of you that's etched into my soul."

Elizabeth's eyes softened, and she walked over to Y/N, taking a seat beside her. "You know, I feel the same way about you. Your presence, your laughter, they're the constants in my life. I can't imagine ever not recognizing the sound of your joy."

"Do you ever think about us, about our future?"

Elizabeth looked thoughtful, her eyes reflecting the golden hues of the lights, "All the time," she admitted. "I can't imagine my life without you, Y/N. You're the constant melody in my world."

Y/N's heart swelled with affection. She took Elizabeth's hand, fingers entwined in a silent promise. "I wish we could freeze these moments, make them last forever. I wish for a future where we continue to recognize each other's laughter, where we remain intertwined in this beautiful symphony of 'us.' Forever doesn't seem long enough when it comes to us, Liz."

Elizabeth smiled, her gaze never leaving Y/N's. "Forever sounds perfect, doesn't it?" she leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Forever sounds perfect to me, love. As long as we're together, navigating the highs and lows of life, our laughter will always be the soundtrack of our love story."

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

The city bustled with life as Y/N strolled through the vibrant streets, the echoes of laughter and snippets of conversation forming a symphony of urban living.

One day, Y/N found herself in a quaint coffee shop, seeking refuge from the midday chaos. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the soft hum of conversation enveloped her. With a steaming cup in hand, she settled into a corner seat, intending to lose herself in the anonymity of the busy café. As Y/N sipped her coffee, lost in the depths of her own thoughts, a familiar sound floated through the air— the distinct, sound cut through the ambient noise— a melodic laugh, unmistakably that belonged to none other than Elizabeth.

It was a melody etched in Y/N's memory, a sound that had once been a symphony of shared joy and love. The laughter was distant, as if carried by a gentle breeze, but it resonated deeply within Y/N. She looked around, searching for the source of the laughter. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as they turned, their eyes locking onto Elizabeth across the room, her profile framed by the soft glow of the café lights. Time seemed to pause as Y/N watched, unable to tear her gaze away. Elizabeth was engrossed in conversation with a group of friends, her laughter a harmonious blend with the chatter around her. As the laughter reached Y/N's ears, a rush of emotions flooded her. It had been so long since Y/N had heard that laugh, a sound that used to bring comfort and warmth. But now, it felt like a bittersweet melody, a reminder of what once was.

Elizabeth's laughter, once intimately familiar, now seemed like a distant echo. Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the way her joy seemed to light up the entire room. Yet, the reality struck hard— there was a gap between them now, a silence that spoke volumes. Elizabeth's laugh, once an intimate melody meant only for Y/N, now echoed in a space where they were strangers once again.

As she kept watching her used to be lover, Y/N grappled with the decision of whether to approach Elizabeth or let the moment pass like ships in the night. Summoning courage, Y/N decided to break the silence. They approached Elizabeth's table, a hesitant smile on their face.

"Hey…" Y/N greeted softly.

Elizabeth looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Y/N," she said, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "It's been a while." The syllables carrying the weight of a history they once shared.

"Yeah, it has," Y/N admitted, the gap of unfamiliarity stretching between them. "I couldn't help but overhear your laugh. It's… it's still as beautiful as ever." Her voice carrying a blend of nostalgia and uncertainty.

Elizabeth's smile wavered for a moment before she replied, "Thank you. How have you been?"

Y/N's response was measured, "I've been okay. Life has its ups and downs, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Elizabeth acknowledged, their gazes momentarily locking.

The café became a witness to the delicate dance of words, the ebb and flow of a conversation that teetered on the edge of rekindling familiarity and accepting the reality of becoming strangers once more.

"I heard about your new job," Elizabeth said, her attempt at small talk. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Y/N replied, a flicker of gratitude in their eyes. "And you? How's everything on your end?"

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's been a journey. Ups and downs, like you said."

Y/N nodded, a sense of shared understanding hanging in the air. "It was good seeing you." she finally said, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to go her separate way.

"You too…" Elizabeth replied, a mixture of emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

As Y/N left the coffee shop, the sound of Elizabeth's laughter lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of what was lost. They walked away, each step carrying the weight of a past that had shaped them, a love that had left its indelible mark, and the bittersweet knowledge that some connections, no matter how profound, could unravel and become memories of a time when two hearts beat as one.

Y/N, caught between the past and the present, couldn't shake the feeling that some melodies, once so intimately known, might now forever remain distant echoes.

And now, Elizabeth become a stranger whose laugh she could recognize anywhere.

hi, my sweet gravels!! angst one because i'm a sucker and live for angst. hope you'll like this, let me know what you think and enjoy!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY GRAVELS!! ( this is my gift lol )

[andy-wm]

Relationships 101: What we can learn from JK's live.

I have thoughts about JK's live from 22 July. They have to come out of my head so here they are ...

JK had a few drinks wth his old pal, ARMY.

Even though it was a casual chat he clearly had things on his mind. And when the topic of the explicit lyrics came up, he didn't shy away from it.

He told us that he loves and values us, and at the same time, he made it clear that he's going to do what he wants and that he won't accept being controlled or held to other people's standards. Essentially he told us to pull our heads out of our asses, but with total diplomacy.

He also told us how much the we mean to him, and that genuinely wants us in his life, now and in the future. He said we are his primary support, even more than his parents. That's no joke.

But he didn't tiptoe around the problematic parts of the relationship - how the fandom sees him vs how he seems himself, his need for freedom to grow, and being able to express and trust himself without fear of judgement.

(There was an element of 'please love me' in all of this that pulled at my heartstrings 🥺)

What did I take away from this?

Of course, the content was important and I'll definitely come back to it, but...

For myself, I learned a few important things about JK:

He's sincere.

He's mature.

He's committed to his relationships.

He's not afraid of difficult conversations, or talking about his feelings, or being vulnerable with people he trusts.

He's prepared to do the work to make things right.

He addresses concerns head on.

He acknowledges and accepts people's differences.

He doesn't let a disagreement weigh him down or become 'baggage'.

He maintains a sense of humour.

Wow. Really. I'm 🥰🤩🥹💞 (can't words LOL but I AM IMPRESSED)

So how does this relate to him and Jimin?

I feel like I saw a little of what he's like as partner.

I always wondered how the heck he and Jimin maintained a healthy and loving relationship in the environment they're in.

THIS IS HOW. FIVE STAR COMMUNICATION.

Sure, they MUST argue - they get tired, they get grumpy, they get petty, they get offended - they are human. There are huge social and professional issues weighing down on them too, so they problably have major disagreements just like regular people. But JK's live was a beautiful example of healthy communication.

It kinda made me happy (satisfied/relieved?) to see that he has both the skills and the intrinsic ability to respond to criticism (yes, that explicit lyrics question IS criticism) without being reactive. And he can separate the difficult conversation from the relationship as a whole.

In a way, this is directly relatable to the story he told with the SEVEN MV... hmmm... interesting...

*The subtitles arent available yet. This interpretation is based on army twt translations.

*These opinions are my own 💜💛

[koffeewife]

SHURI X JAMAICAN READER

Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…

Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)

(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)

Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾

I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !

…here we go🫣 *inhales*

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1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.

You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.

You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.

“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.

The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.

“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.

“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.

“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”

She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.

When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.

(start playing song here)

*Flash Back*

“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.

“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.

“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.

“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .

*Flash Back Over*

As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.

Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you

10 outta 10

Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again

“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.

What a body good , like you mek

outta gem

Hot inna your clothes when you

Step out again

“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.

A just 10 outta 10 outta 10

Outta 10

Open up your book and mek

Mi tek out mi pen

You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.

“Slow whine gyal, your so fine

Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.

Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.

Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.

It was an instant panty soaker.

“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.

Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.

Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .

You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.

You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.

“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.

-

*nervous chuckle*😅

[shippingmyworld]

on the subject of tigerghost song recs may i suggest o sol e a lua by pequeno cidadão 🤲🤲the song itself is in portuguese so i went off the english tl of the lyrics but its so them coded

Okay, so I can totally see how the song is tigerghost coded (especially given how I like to hc Danny as the hesitant one).

But also...hear me out.

Based on how I interpreted the lyrics, I actually see the song as a metaphor for Danny's relationships. Specifically, how grayghost would eventually transition into tigerghost. I'm basing this off of several different translations of the song, but I'm pretty sure this is the gist of it:

The song is all about how the Sun is overflowing with love and willing to give everything about itself to the Moon. But the Moon isn't willing to commit itself to the Sun and wants to be independent of the Sun, rejecting the Sun's proposal of marriage. This plunges the Sun despair, causing it to freeze over. As the ice melts, the Sun floods the sky with its tears. Then, the very last verse of the song is sung in a different voice. This new voice gives reassurance to the Sun, that rejection isn't the end. The proof is in the fact that the Sun still holds enough warmth inside itself to melt away the ice. Yes, the sky may be darkened by the Sun's tears, but someday the Sun will find someone that can match and is deserving of the love that the Sun has to offer. This gives the song a happy ending.

In that way, I believe Danny to be the Sun and Valarie is the Moon and that the last verse sung by a different voice is Manny.

(Also I'm gonna hijack this ask and word vomit about my hc for Danny's past relationships real quick below the cut cus holy shit did this song resonate with my imagination and it's been on loop in my Spotify lol)

SO, armed with that knowledge, I'm here to declare that I believe that Danny fell HARD for Valarie. Like, completely over the top, nearing comical levels of tomfoolery in love with her. Just look at the ferris wheel scene and IMAGINE the amount of effort that must have gone into pulling that off (ignore the fact that Technus was prob responsible in canon).

Teenage Danny was a big-hearted goof, and this was his first real relationship so he wanted to give it everything he had. While he technically dated Paulina for a bit, he doesn't count it since she was possessed by Kitty and the second half of the relationship was him just terrified about her revealing his secret (queue trauma). For Valarie however, she'd gone on casual dates and been in a few semi-serious relationships with other people in school before she started dating Danny. While she found Danny's affections to be endearing at first, he ended up being far more clingy and needy than she was comfortable with. Which meant that the honeymoon phase of the relationship faded a lot faster for her than it did for Danny. Even though it was technically a mutual breakup in the show, I like to imagine that the breakup hit Danny a LOT harder than he ever let on.

Then as time went one, Danny continued to square off with Valarie in his ghost form. And during every encounter he had to listen to her shout insults and just plain vile things at him. It was a complete 180 from the image he had built up of her in his head. It became more than a little jarring to say the least. As the mental damage built up, Danny started to make bad decisions.

Specifically, he noticed Sam held an inkling of romantic affection for him. So, thinking he could rebound off of her to get over Valarie, Danny forced himself into liking Sam in a romantic way as well.

I believe that Danny and Sam's relationship lasted for like 4 months, tops, following the end of the show. Sam would realize that her love for Danny was platonic and not romantic. Danny would be racked with guilt for harboring feelings for Valarie while dating Sam, thus never able to develop true romantic feelings for Sam. However, neither of them really knew how to broach the subject of breaking up; Danny had only ever been dumped before and Sam really didn't want to see her best friend hurt so she spent far too long trying to figure out the best way to go about it. This ended up causing the both of them a lot of frustration about the relationship, until they ended up in a shouting match over something small that resulted in them both revealing that they were thinking about breaking up.

Afterwards, Tucker had to deal with the fallout for a few weeks. He ended up incidentally playing mediator between the two because they refused to be in the same room with each other (not because they hated each other, but because they felt guilty about it). Tucker quickly got sick of not being able to mention Sam to Danny or Danny to Sam, and concocted a stupid but simple plan to lock all three of them in the same room together so that Danny and Sam could talk it out. It worked, surprisingly, and the trio went back to being the best of friends (there were a few bumps in the road and awkward silences to get around but they got back to their old hijinks eventually).

Following his breakup with Sam though, Danny became much more guarded with his affections, and who could blame him? Every time he gave his heart out to someone, Danny ended up hurt. Whenever Paulina returned his feelings, it was because she'd been possessed and it caused his secret to almost be exposed. Valarie, who Danny considered his first love, hated half of who he was and had decided that her hatred for Danny Phantom was more important than her affection for Danny Fenton. And Sam was a case of misplaced feelings that almost resulted in Danny losing a core part of his support network.

So several years went by, and Danny convinced himself that the platonic love he got from his friends and family was enough. Then, a certain charming Mexican dropped into his life and made him start to questions everything 🐯👻

[dancingwiththedevilallnight]

Angel

Dark!Joel Miller x Reader AU (outbreak never happened) This a second part to a previous fic also called Angel lol

 Warnings: 18+ for smut, minors do not interact, age gap, Joel is in his 50s reader is in her 20s, no y/n, corruption kink, mention of religion, some things take place in a church, stalking, Joel is kind of a perv, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praising, degradation kink. There is also a Chase Atlantic lyric included from their song Church cause I thought it fit there lol. Maybe more so read at your own risk!

Disclaimer: my first language is not English, if you have any ideas feel free to let me know my asks are open

I don’t consent my writing to being translated, or posted on any other social media app however likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 

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Joel Miller continued the hunting of Angel. Taking the stalking and obsession onto a different level. Today he won’t be sitting outside to see her walk to church he will be sitting second row during Sunday service hoping he can drive her home safely. The filthy images in his head started the second their eyes met she sat in the front row like she always does. Joel was admiring her, the way her baby pink dress hugged her curves drove him wild. After the smile, she shot him with a slight wave the sinful thoughts began. He immediately noticed the pink ribbon in her hair tied into a bow to keep half of her hair up. Well, he most definitely wanted to use that ribbon for something else. Joel has thought about this before corrupting his little Angel in front of the altar or taking her to the confessional to hear her beautiful sins rolling off of her tongue. He would ask her “Tell me your confessions baby, what’s the worst?” How many times he imagined her in the confessional on her knees begging for forgiveness after confessing her sins. With a simple answer from him, “Your sins will be forgiven after you work for it Angel” - he said while opening the door to the confessional towering over her. “Open up” - he demanded with desire laced in his voice. Like a good girl, she opened her mouth while sticking her tongue out letting Joel claim her as his. Joel put two fingers in her mouth letting her suck on it while he slowly undid the belt of his black dress pants to pull his briefs down to expose his hard cock leaking precum his angry red tip begging to be sucked. Her eyes widened at the sight of his length “Don’t be scared Angel you wanted to be free from your sins. Look at you such a little slut sucking on my fingers like a good girl” She closed her eyes at the praise while a little blush crept up on her cheeks. Joel slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth to replace it with his aching cock. He placed his tip on her lower lip, and she slowly stuck her tongue out tasting it. Joel started to put it further and further until he hit the back of her throat her eyes widened she quickly placed her hands on his thighs trying to push him away, but that wasn’t working when Joel had a tight grip on her hair not planning to let go of it any time soon. She was trapped with zero chances of escape. He slowly started to move fucking her mouth he is enjoying every second of it. This was his dream to see her on her knees with tears streaming down her cheeks drool coming out of her mouth dripping from her chin down to her cleavage. He pulled back completely to let her breathe.

 “Mr. Miller what brings you here?” - her angelic voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

 “Hello sweetheart, I’m sorry what were you saying” - he turned to her putting his hands on his lap trying to hide the fact that he got hard at the thought of her on her knees in the confessional in front of him.

 “I asked what brings you to church I never saw you here” - she shot him a little smile that made Joel’s pants grow even tighter. 

“Well sweetheart umm the new pastor is an old friend of mine and you know I just stopped by to visit him” - He said while standing up and walking out of the church with her. He stayed a little behind to see her hips sway a little while she walked when her pink dress rode up a little on her thighs exposing more skin that he wanted to kiss..devour.

 “What about you sweetheart you came here alone?’’ - curiosity got the best of him. As they walked out the bright blue sky turned grey the sun nowhere to be seen the wind swaying the trees left and right making her dress ride up more exposing the white lace panties that drove Joel wild. Her hands immediately smoothed it down she couldn’t look Joel in the eyes due to the embarrassment.

 “umm I came with my um p-parents but they already left for a friendly get-together” - her cheeks were bright pink from the previous events.

 “Can I offer you a ride home?” “oh no It’s okay just call an Uber or wait for the rain to stop” - she tried to protest she could have put a little more effort into it. Joel wasn’t the only one who had dreams. She was no angel, she made people think she was one. Every morning she was looking out of her window looking at Joel going to work in that tight t-shirt that showed his strong arms. All those nights she spent in bed bringing herself to a sweet release moaning his name like a prayer. This time Joel wore a white dress shirt the rain made it stick to his skin, and his lips formed into a little smirk noticing her checking him out. She grew wetter by the sight, her clit starting to have a heartbeat begging to be touched by Joel’s rough fingers.

 “Nonsense I can’t leave you out here come on sweetheart I’ll give you a ride home safe”

 She smiled at the nickname and they started jogging to the car. He opened the passenger door to his truck like a gentleman for her. As soon as he closed her door and made sure no one is around his hand went to his pants to adjust himself. He got into the driver’s seat and started driving her home. After a few moments, he realized she was squirming around and pressing her thighs together. She was admiring Joel the way his arm flexed while holding the steering wheel, the tight grip he had on it wishing it was her neck instead while he was ruining her from behind. The car ride was silent after a few moments they arrived Joel stopped his truck in front of her house the thunderstorm doesn’t seem like it will calm down in a while. 

“Thank you so much Mr.Miller for taking me home” 

“No problem sweetheart anytime”

“Do you wanna come in for a drink? I made some pie earlier you can also bring some for Sarah”

“Sure dear” - Joel had a slight smirk on his face he knew he is going to get her tonight. 

They exited the car like a gentleman he opened the door for her. He sat on the couch while she was getting him a beer and a slice of the pie. As soon as she sat down she was looking at his hands and the way they gripped the bottle. Her thighs pressed together trying to ease the throbbing sensation. 

 "Why are you pressing your thighs together sweetheart? Is the poor little angel feeling needy? -  "No" - she muttered trying to hide the fact that she was so turned on by her hot neighbor who was also her dads pretty good friend. “hmm, Come here bend over my knee. I'm going to slip a hand between your legs and find out myself.” 

Joel grabbed her by the waist and bent her over his knee “Look how pretty you are bent over my knee” - he said while slowly moving his hand under her dress to pull her white lacey panties down her legs. He parted her thighs a little so he can slide his fingers over her slit, he smirked when he felt how wet she was for him. She let out a slight moan waiting for him to do more. 

“Please Joel”

“What do you want pretty Angel?”

“Touch me, please”

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Use your words”

“Anywhere please Joel” - He sat her on his lap so he can look at her face.

“Angel this pussy will never be the same after I touch it” - He whispered in her ear and laid her down on the couch spreading her legs while leaning over her supporting himself on his right hand next to her head. He pulled down the top of her dress exposing her tits. Joel started to leave kisses on her neck while playing with her nipples with his free hand. Her moans started to fill up the living room thank god her parents won’t be home all night. Joel started to move down leaving kisses on her chest, he took one of her nipples into his mouth he was licking and sucking on it while still playing with the other one. He took his hands off her boob and then started slowly moving it down where she needed him most. Joel looked at her to see if she changed her mind or not but she gave him a nod confirming he can continue. Her skin burned under his touch. The second his fingers touched her clit circling it she closed her eyes and let out a small moan. 

“Has any boy used this sweet pussy before Angel” 

“No sir, no one, just me”

That answer took Joel by surprise. His sweet little Angel gave into the temptation and sinned. That knowledge drove him wild.

“Tell me Angel what do you think about when you touch yourself” - he was torturing her, he drew slow circles on her clit sometimes dragging his finger to her sweet hole but never sliding in his fingers.

“You, Joel only you, I..I think about you touching me”

“What else am I doing to you in your dreams pretty girl, tell me”

“I think about your hand on my neck, while you are fucking me from behind” - she couldn’t take it anymore she needed him inside - “Please Mr.Miller i-i need more” 

This drove Joel to the edge he needed to be inside her. He took off his belt and pulled his pants with briefs down enough to take his throbbing cock out. He aligned himself with her entrance and leaned over her figure supporting himself on his left hand while the right rested on her waist. He looked into her gorgeous eyes filled with lust and desire. He leaned in for a kiss, oh how long he was waiting for the moment he can taste her lips and finally he slowly started to sink inside of her. She let out a gasp, eyes tearing up at the sting. He can feel her manicured nails digging into his back through his shirt Joel tries to control himself knowing it’s her first time.

“Angel you are so tight” - she let out a soft moan out of pleasure and pain. It was absolutely evil the way she felt around him. She kept clenching around him making it harder for Joel to hold back and not start pounding her. 

“S-stop clenching around me, Angel” - He moaned out as she dragged her hand up to his hair. He took a deep breath through his nose trying not to move.

 “Gotta loosen up baby just a little bit, fuck Angel p-please”. She tried she really did but couldn’t he is so big she couldn’t stop squeezing around him. Joel gave up, his hips betraying his mind he slammed his whole length inside her. She let out a scream and hugged him around his neck, quietly begging him to slow down. She could feel every inch of him, every vein up and down her walls his tip hitting that spongy spot inside of her, his hands traveling down where their bodies connected to rub her clit.

 “Such a good girl, baby you feel like heaven, my pretty girl taking me so well” - she turned her head to the side hiding her face in Joels neck. “Don’t hide from me, baby let me see those pretty eyes” She turned her neck so she can face him. She can feel her release coming, her pussy tightening up, clenching, a desperate feeling washing over her all at once. “Joel I’m so close, please”

“Cum for me pretty girl, cum around my cock, I wanna feel you” - she broke immediately at his words, knot snapping as her orgasm flows through her body. He grunts out as her walls flutter around him slamming in once more he releases inside her. He thrusts slowly a couple times then sits back just watching his cum dripping out of her, sending him into a daze. She winced at the pain as he eases out. He got up to get a washcloth to clean her up. He gave her a soft loving kiss, he knew this wasn’t the last time, he won’t let her go.

“You are mine now baby, all mine, I won’t let anyone take you away from me my little Angel. 

[hungnitan]

Nigo "荊棘の道は何処へ" Event Story Summary

A/N : I skipped one Mafuyu Nigo centric story + other three before read this one, but I kinda fomo so yeah let me finish this one first (lol)

Beware, after you finish read this event story Mizuki will disappear from any town convo and some their line will change + specifically for this event there's no after live

Character : Nigo members + An Akito Touya Tsukasa Rui

Event Story (Twitter) :

Event Story (Mine) : Event story happens after Mafuyu centric one, after she talk openly to her father. After seeing her resolve, Mizuki want to move on too and talk their inner secret to Nigo.

For first step, they want to talk to Ena first on school festival day since Ena is the first one saying would wait for Mizuki ready to opened up. Most stories spinned around Mizuki trying to prepare themself, like Meiko Kaito convo then talk to Rui who accept their real self.

Nothing noted on festival day, they're just scrolling around then after festival day ended Mizuki finally set to tell Ena at rooftop.

When the confession time, in the end it was some sh*tty NPC who reveal the truth. Mizuki shock very much and run away.

Translation above should be "in the end, you too a male ?" means he was thought Ena is same like Mizuki, male wearing female dress

Context above are about 2 NPC came while Ena waiting for Mizuki at rooftop, those two seeing Mizuki and talked about how cute they is and remember Ena scrolling around them. One NPC talks in bullying ways about how Ena Mizuki seems get along then asked line above without knowing Ena doesn't know anything...

(Event onward I gonna use Mizuki as "he" pronouns)

My Note : I think Mizuki taking it too far, from scenes I thought Ena just taken aback after heard wildest info. But not I blame them, they basically get bullies by most male because of it (yeah I think female one seems fine by it)

Then again I'm not trans/biseksual or something like that but if my friend telling me they're into those, maybe rather than shocked I would interview them like girl hearing juicy gossips and then fully support them (too bad the heaviest I heard so far just watching hent*i and BL together lol)

4-koma : here

Mentionable scene :

Scene where Kaito feels something off looking at Mizuki, he talks to Meiko, who seems know something. Hearing Kaito intent, Meiko try to stop him.

I kinda get those two clashes, especially Meiko come from Mizuki fragile feelings while Kaito come from Mafuyu anger.

Mizuki truth get reveal scene, Mizuki shocked after heard Ena know the truth. They can't handle the preseure because they think after that Ena will pretend nothing happens and doing works as usual.

After this scene, Mizuki doing monologue that they want to disappear and Mizuki convo on sekai alone is just their lament not telling her soon...

Song : Bake no Hana, I still not read all lyrics but I keep hearing words like kietai (wanna disappear), mo ii ya (whatever), kuzureru (ruined) plus the rythm feels scary too...

Rarity : 4* MizuEna + Kaito are the right choice, especially Mizuki maybe in the some future event couldn't receive any card

I've so many comment on this theme, like Mizuki card is one of scariest art Prosekai could release so far (for both type lol).

I kinda like how Prosekai handle Mizuki centric story, like even after you face the problem onward not everything ended well.

I already try 20 pull but of course my gacha ended like this event story goes on (lol)

[welcometoteyvat]

this is very belated but I watched a rather earthshattering lore video regarding furina's character demo and holy shit. this is just a summary bc I don't have many other thoughts to add I just wanted to share

the video is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wu-ec4chiKk, but it's in chinese lol

Anyways the summary/translation is: Furina's demo has those 4 scenes of the most wack ass stuff happening right. Childe is getting chased by 3 melusine guards, Neuvillette is getting arrested by Navia, Lynette is the magician while Lyney is the assistant in the water box, Freminet gets his helmet pulled off and a bunch of water comes spilling out*, etc. *(the video states that he got dissolved by primordial seawater but you can see his head if you stop at the right place. Anyways.) Op didn't mention anything about the Wriothesley Clorinde duel, but it could fit in the theory also.

The video states that Furina's crack headcanons all parallel things that have actually happened thus far in Fontaine, except the demo depicts the opposite of what really happened. Childe actually instigated the fight in the courthouse instead of running away; Navia's father was the one arrested (by Neuvillette/gardes); Lyney and Lynette's roles are swapped, and Freminet gets saved before he gets dissolved by the Primordial Sea. In the case of Wriothesley and Clorinde, that could be referencing when Clorinde used her gun to shoot the door closed and Wriothesley escapes from the primordial sea within an inch of his life. Except in the teaser, she's aiming her gun to shoot Wriothesley instead lol

So if everything's backwards from how it happened, you could technically state that the demo is a mirrored version of reality (somewhat touched upon in her character teaser, the depressing video). More on that later. Additionally, everything in the demo is just her imagination or an elaborate stageplay (ie All the World's a Stage, ie her demo title), so this is only the reality that she wants us, the audience to see. She is also controlling the actions of everyone on stage and is the director of this crack film (has the camera, directing the shots, fixes Neuvillette's hair, etc).

ok so if everything is backwards in reality, then the really joyous funny silly stuff in the trailer implies a grim dark depressing actual ending, further hinted by "Why cry, when you can laugh instead?" as a lyric in the song. in the trailer, she has the movements of all the cast under control—is that the same in reality? is she the one directing this show, or is someone else pulling the strings behind her?? she puts on a show for the other nations but do they buy it and think she's got everything under control??

Anyways all this is to say, hype for 4.2 archon quest am I right

[gladosluver]

music and artists i think you'd enjoy based on your favorite danganronpa character

- for characters with less songs, expect them to be edited in the future - if there's a song that's instrumental doesn't really fit the vibe of the character, then look at the lyrics. a lot of these are in japanese so i recommend looking them up if you're curious or confused. short explanations are provided for more confusing songs (original titles are provided, as some songs/lyrics only show up under those names) - don't like? don't look. if you don't like what i have to say you don't have to say anything about it. just smile and scroll

Chiaki Nanami binaria - not just recommending them because they wrote the DR3: Despair Arc opening, but because their music is legitimately super good and it somewhat reminds me of her laid-back sweet personality song(s) to try - 火星のアーカイブ (Mars Archive), 双糸 (Twin Threads) other assorted songs - きゅうくらりん (kyukurarin), パレットには君がいっぱい (My Palette is Full of You) (rest easy, siinamota), 幸せになれる隠しコマンドがあるらしい (There's Supposed to Be a Cheat Code for Happiness), うに (Uni)

Nagito Komaeda Megumi Ogata - i know she's his CV... her music is just so, so good and fitting. no matter how hard i try i CANNOT unhear nagito.  song(s) to try - 再生-rebuild-, 残桜-zanka-, poison -劇薬- The Hoosiers - no comment i cant explain this one. wanted to put this for hajime too song(s) to try - Who Said Anything (About Falling In Love)?, Runs In The Family other assorted songs - Under My Skin, ヒトガワリ (Substitute)

Hajime Hinata Foster the People - this is definitely more of a "music i feel like they'd listen to." but to each their own. song(s) to try - Ask Yourself, Nobody's Favourite (Foster The People rework) (i should just link the entire Supermodel album here lol) other assorted songs - Friend's Apartment, A Sadness Runs Through Him

Ryota Mitarai 実験台モルモット (jikkendaimarmot) - although their songs don't have english translations (its difficult to even find the original lyrics) the overall vibe of their music makes me think of him song(s) to try - 100万回死んだぼく (I've Died 100 Times), リストカッター (Wrist Cutter) (shockingly, the latter is not about s/h. lyrics here, but i believe it's about coming to terms with living in hopes of a better future even if you truly want to die.) 全てあなたの所為です(It's All Your Fault/subeteanatanoseidesu) - their music is very vague and ambiguous. it's mostly just the vibes for this one song(s) to try - エヌ (N), . (it's just a dot) (i believe . about experiencing unexpected events in life, and whenever you try to see the good in them, they end up causing you more pain [ie. getting water from a usually empty container, only for it to taste too sweet]) other assorted songs - 輪廻転生 (Reincarnation), ドーピングダンス (Doping Dance), The Saddest Story Ever Told

Celestia Ludenberg Lana Del Rey -  BEFORE YOU BEAT ME TO DEATH hear me out… some of her songs really have that "femme fatale who pulls evil shit to get what she wants" vibe song(s) to try - National Anthem (Demo 1), Lolita (Demo) other assorted songs - Pyrite Girl, Girl Anachronism, Candle Queen

Kyoko Kirigiri x0o0x_ - whatever genre they make I WANT IT. their music is calming and makes you want to cry at the same time, yet some songs make you wanna scream the lyrics and stand ominously in the wind… it's just so unique song(s) to try - '''''', ====== (most songs have no titles, so i'm using the ones from their spotify) other assorted songs - The Downfall of a Well Known Actress

Junko Enoshima MARETU - the theme of his music is so… despair-inducing. you can imagine an edit of her with any one of his songs song(s) to try - マエガミスト (Maegamist), うまれるまえは (Born before) (maegamist is about turning a blind eye to other people's/society's problems, isolating yourself and leaving them to struggle alone. but this is just my interpretation) 和田たけあき (WadatakeakiP/KurageP) - cant explain this one… trust me song(s) to try - チュルリラ・チュルリラ・ダッダッダ！(Chururira Chururira Daddadda!), トラッシュ・アンド・トラッシュ！(Trash and Trash!) (chururira is about using other people's "bad" actions against them (no matter how small) to spread harmful rumors/snitch on them until you're the only "good" one) other assorted songs - Breaking Things Into Pieces, 食事 (EAT) (my interpretation of EAT is consuming everything you can, but never being satisfied)

hope yall can hear me out on some of these have fun happy listening

if i get any reblogs "correcting" me saying a fictional 4-person rhythm game group wrote and produced any of these songs im deleting my fucking account (iykyk)

[emmy-everafter]

hello! you posted many moons ago about your wips (i am trying to sort my life out and found it in my likes lol) and if you would still like the chance to talk about them i would LOVE to hear about your time travel crows fic idea! four words and i'm already extremely on board and invested 💯

Hi! I'm always down to chat about my wips!! I feel strangely protective of the time travel au so I don't want to give away too much, but what I will say is that it involves both time travel and an outer space setting that's (very, very, very loosely) inspired by the show Killjoys, which I adore. This is yet another example of an au where I've gotten way too invested in worldbuilding, so I have pages and pages of notes about how this world functions and how the grishaverse translates to it.

It would be a longfic that follows a similar plot to the books, but with a heist that requires time travel to pull off. I have a general idea of how everything would progress, but I will have to rewrite the couple of chapters I started drafting last year because unfortunately, time travel is very difficult to write. It's one of my favorite kinds of stories, but it's also a headache to make it work without leaving massive plot holes.

All three crows couples would have their arcs, although I've tended to be slightly more focused on Kanej in this one. In general, I really like how Inej's story works in this world. The first chapter is from her pov and has one of the most banger first lines I've ever written, if I do say so myself 🤣

What else??? Um, Milo the goat is in it but he's not a goat. Kuwei's dad has a really cool backstory that I added. And it turns out that with sci-fi elements, it's possible to make Jarl Brum and Jan Van Eck even more awful than they already were. Oops.

And finally, it's all Taylor Swift lyrics for chapter titles, with the first chapter coming from Willow, so do with that what you will 🤣

I'm hoping to get to writing this one sometime next year. It helps to know that there would be an audience for a fic like this!

Thanks for the ask 🥰

[mirisss]

But I Love You

Wordcount ≈ 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, food, I think that’s it, 

Pairing: Lee Chan (Dino) x reader

Genre: Soulmate au, angst, fluff, 

Summary: Imagine a world where soulmates exist and you know exactly who your soulmate is but a curse lays upon you keeping you from understanding them or touching them. This is the reality of Lee Chan and his soulmate (Y/n). 

Loosely based on “I Don’t Understand but I Love You” By Seventeen’s performance unit. Anything written in italics is part of the English-translated lyrics. 

When they speak and words are bolded, the soulmate can’t understand it. Anything marked with ** is things they write. 

I did not intend to write for the entire performance unit first, lol, but it happened that way. 

Please reblog! Requests are open! 

Chan’s POV

The world can be very cruel. People speak of fate and destiny as miraculous beings who have given us the greatest gift of all, soulmates. Every person has one fated soulmate somewhere in the world, a person they are bound to meet and spend the rest of their life with. But I say it’s a curse, at least for me. For I can’t speak with my soulmate nor can I touch her, it’s like she’s so close yet so far. (Y/n) my lovely soulmate. We found each other last year in our dreams, a normal way to meet your soulmate. I thought it was only because of the dreams that we couldn’t come closer than 1 meter, or speak with each other. 

The first night that we dreamt of each other I was so excited to finally meet my soulmate. However, my excitement was quickly ruined when I tried to speak with her she just looked at me with confusion clear on her face and when she tried to answer me I couldn’t make out a single word except her name. (Y/n). I tried running over to her, to at least hug her, hold her, but as I came upon the 1-meter mark, I ran into an invisible wall. I punched, kicked, and screamed at the wall hoping it would come down. (Y/n) looked back at me and put her hand on the wall, as you’d see in a movie, and I put mine ajar to hers, hoping this curse would end fast. I wished every night before falling asleep that I would finally understand her or be able to hold her. However, my wishes never came true for each night was the same. 

Through some miracle, we managed to communicate our home countries and cities to each other and so (Y/n) is moving here today. She’s moving to South Korea, to me. We’re hoping that maybe the curse will be broken once we’re actually in front of each other.

When I only see you, my heart gets jealous of my eyes. 

I was waiting at the airport, I knew when and where to wait thanks to us figuring out how to somewhat communicate through writing. It wasn’t perfect but it was a start. The second I saw her my heart began beating quicker, she was even prettier in real life. “(Y/n)!” She looked up at me from where she was walking and waved to me. “Chan!” I looked around us and saw that it wasn’t that crowded so I decided to run to her, ready to envelop her in a hug. I ran without a second thought but just as I seemed to be able to reach her, I met a wall. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening,” “Chan,” I kept punching at the wall, hoping I could break through it, I felt my eyes watering. “Chan! Pull yourself together, hey,” I finally looked back into her eyes and found that she too was fighting to hold back her tears. We still can’t understand each other nor can we touch one another. At least we’re closer now than in our dreams, I’m only a few centimeters away from her compared to the one meter in our dreams. It’s one step in the right direction but it’s not enough. I want to be able to tell her how beautiful she is, how much she means to me, and how much I love her, I want to learn more about her, I want to understand her. 

It makes me desperately wish again, but I'm more afraid that it will get erased in between thе confusing words.

“Come,” We figured out that saying just one basic word in either of our languages allowed us to understand each other so saying ‘hey, come, yes, no,’ things like that would have to do for now. Writing worked for simple sentences but nothing too complex, it would just become a blur, only allowing us to see the basics. For 1 year I have seen her in my dreams, yet I know almost nothing about her because of this stupid curse. (Y/n) walked beside me as I led her out toward my car so I could drive us home. Home, to my apartment, I hope she will like it here, especially with me. She gave up everything to come be here with me even though our situation is complicated. I looked down at our hands, dreaming about how it would be to hold her hand, interlacing our fingers, yet as I tried reaching for her hand I was once again met with the invisible wall keeping us apart. “I know, I want to hold you too,” (Y/n) looked so sad as she too stared at our hands, I think I understood what she meant just from her eyes, but I’m worried that the barrier between is too grave. “I’m sorry,” “Don’t be, Chan,” Once we reached the car I loaded her luggage into the trunk while she sat down in the passenger seat. I got in the driver’s seat and looked at (Y/n) before starting the car and driving home. The drive was silent except for the music that played in the background. Just as I parked the car (Y/n) asked a question that surprised me. “Is it your song?” I hadn’t been paying attention to the radio bus after her question I tuned it back in and realized that it was in fact a song by my group, Seventeen. “Yes, my song,” “It’s good,” “Thank you,” That was one thing I had managed to tell (Y/n) about myself, that I was a kpop-idol but I couldn’t tell her of which group but maybe she had managed to figure it out and that’s how she could tell it was my group’s song. “How did you know?” “Your voice,” “You recognized my voice?” “I don’t understand,” “My voice?” I tried to show her through body language what I meant but it wasn’t great. “I know you,” “Amazing,” I smiled brightly at her and felt my hand twitch, wanting to raise it to caress her cheek. But I stopped myself, knowing it wouldn’t work. “Let’s go,” And so we went in. It wasn’t a big apartment but it was enough for the two of us and with this, we didn’t have to share a house with my 12 groupmates. Once we were inside I showed her which room would be hers and where mine was, she seemed to like the apartment because she was smiling the whole time. “Pretty,” “Like it?” “Yeah, I do,” I pointed to her luggage and to her room to which she nodded and went inside it. I let out a sigh before texting my hyungs that (Y/n) and I had arrived home, to which they answered with a question regarding when they get to meet her. 

While (Y/n) was unpacking her things I began preparing the meal that Mingyu had pre-prepped for me, I’m not the worst cook but I’m also not great so I asked if Mingyu could help me with the first meal (Y/n) would eat here. I prayed that (Y/n) would like it, if not we could always order takeout. “Channie,” I turned around shocked, so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn’t heard (Y/n) coming out of her room. My heart also skipped a beat at the nickname, it was the first time she had used something other than ‘Chan’. “Hmm?” “What are you making?” “[insert food]” “Sounds good,” (Y/n) took out a pen and a little block of paper before she began writing.

      *Are you good at cooking?* 

“I’m okay, you?” “Pretty good,” She smiled so brightly, she was so cute. “Cute,” (Y/n) looked at me a little shyly as she blushed before she pointed to herself with a questioning look and all I could do to answer was nod my head. (Y/n) began writing again. 

     *What’s the name of your group?*

“Seventeen,” I thought she would look at me like she did all those times in our dreams when I had tried to tell her but she couldn’t understand, but this time she didn’t. 

     *Can you play some of your songs?*

“Sure” I started a playlist of our songs before the food was ready and we sat down to eat. “It’s good,” “Food or the song?” “Both,” For the rest of the evening we just sat by each other as close as the stupid invisible wall let us, listening to music and occasionally writing a question to each other.

You don't have to understand 

“I love you, (Y/n). I really do,” (Y/n) looked up at me sadly because she couldn’t understand what I just said. That’s what hurts the most, no matter how many times I tell her I love her, she can’t understand me. Nor can I understand her if she has ever said those words to me. “It’s okay,” 

     *You don’t have to understand* 

I wrote and (Y/n) answered by writing back: 

      *We’ll overcome this, Chan. We have to,*

After that, we decided it was time to go to bed so we said good night and went to our separate rooms. 

All the words that exist in the world, It's enough for just the two of us to know. With the growing wave of emotion. You know, there are more important things than words between us. 

For the first time in a year, as we slept we didn’t meet each other in our dreams. Perhaps, because we didn’t have to meet there anymore now that we lived together. That morning as I woke up, I yearned to see (Y/n) because I missed seeing her in my dreams. I hurriedly got dressed and went into the kitchen to find (Y/n) standing by the stove making breakfast. I walked up to her and without thinking stood behind her before wrapping my arms around her. (Y/n) was quite startled and jumped as my arms encircled her waist in a tight hug. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in fact giving her a back hug, a real back hug. I could touch her, I can actually touch her. “Chan!” “(Y/n)!” She moved the pan away from the stove before turning around and throwing her arms around my neck bringing me into a tight hug. “We’re hugging,” “Yeah, finally,” We kept our arms around one another for 15 minutes, and we ended up sitting on the floor, neither one ready to let the other go in case it was a one-time thing. What if the curse was playing a trick on us? “I love you, (Y/n), I love you so much,” (Y/n) began crying and hugging me tighter. “I don’t understand,” At that, I began crying too, the curse was still there, we were finally allowed to be close to each other but we still couldn’t understand what the other said. “I don’t understand but I love you, Chan. I really love you,” “I don’t understand but I love you, (Y/n), I really do,” I gently put my hand on her cheek, moving my thumb back and forth slowly before leaning in and kissing her. (Y/n) kissed me back as soon as my lips landed on hers. “I love you, we might not understand each other but I love you. We’ll find a way,” “Chan,” “I know, you don’t understand,” I said sadly, but as the words left my mouth I noticed the happy smile on her face. “No, Chan, I can understand you,” “And I understand you, (Y/n), I actually understand you!” “Just like a fairy tale, a true love's kiss removes the curse,” “Just in case it’s not totally lifted, we should kiss once more, right?” “Yeah, you know, just in case,” I leaned in once more, this time with a smile, and kissed my soulmate who I finally understood and could touch. Maybe the curse was there to make sure that we could love each other no matter what, whatever it was I don’t understand but I know I love you my dear soulmate, my (Y/n). 

[boosqoowoo]

BEENZINO - NOWITZKI (ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION)

The second studio album by rapper Beenzino and his comeback after 6 years, NOWITZKI is named after the legendary German NBA player, Dirk Nowitzki. The album’s cover art, however, features Beenzino’s German-origin wife and muse, Stefanie Michova, who he got married to in August 2022. Beenzino mentioned that the album was originally meant to be named 'Stefanie' after his muse, but was afraid that if people didn't like the album, they would say "Ah, Stefanie wasn't that good (of an album)' so he decided to put the burden on Nowitzki instead (LOL). But, to him, the album is titled Stefanie, since she "took up so much of my headspace".

Beenzino mentioned that his album is like a journal of the past 6 years, with each entry being a journal entry of different times in his life. For example, Track 12 Camp is an entry about his life in the military, and Track 11 Crime about meeting his wife for the first time.

Tracklist

Stinky Kiss (intro)

Monet

In Bed/Makgulli

Travel Again (ft. Cautious Clay)

Dope As (Interlude)

Coca Cola Red (ft. oygli)

990 (ft. Kim Ximye)

Lemon

Like a Fool (ft. Y2K92)

Trippy (ft. Lance Skiiwalker)

Crime (ft. Bek Hyunjin, 250)

Camp

Sanso (Interlude)

Change

Just One Day

Sandman

Radio

Gym

Hidden Tracks (only available on physical CDs... and youtube)

19. Morning Page 20. Train (ft. CJamm)

Common themes in the album

1. Menu

- In Bed/Makgulli

comparing myself to the person on the menu

people’s gazes are on my menu

my menu physical complex is hot

- Travel Again

there’s no lies on my menu

2. Food Brands

- Travel Again

while they sell Pizza Etang here

- Camp

for me, Krispy Kreme donut

for me, McDonald cheeseburger

- Gym

Shin and Jin and Ansungtangmyun that’s my top 3

- Morning Page

honestly, i would have been satisfied with just licking Yoplait

- Monet

suffocating in WOORAHMAN

3. Stefanie Michova (too many to name, but the specifics are)

- In Bed/Makgulli

there’s a mark from your belly button piercing on your waist, just like a memory foam

- Coca-cola Red

Stefanie asks 'what you filming for?' (filming for)

- Trippy

mom's spaghetti, Steffi's kimchi stew

- Morning Page

i have 100 friends, but even Steffi is less jealous than you

4. God

- Sandman

God gave me another chance

- 990

that’s your God, I’m Namu Amitabha

- Lemon

i'm a lemon in God's hands

- Camp

God who is turning on the fader

5. Fashion/clothes

- Stinky Kiss

kick push, pull the white Stussy shirt up

- Travel Again

stretch out your legs in your Kapital pants

- Trippy

it's always there like Samsadoo in that convenience store refrigerator

- Radio

lean on your babe's vintage Levi's

- Morning page

sometimes i search for my gore-tex

homies, rip your first Amiri fit

6. Cars

- Morning page

roll down the windows of the BMW i4 G

- Change

it's definitely Santamo, that's my Mom's car for sure

- Like a fool

it turned out to be a figure, my R8

i am a BMW ambassador, whoa

24:26 ALBUM TRANSLATION HERE