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dumbseee · 1 year ago

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stalker. pt.5.

masterlist.

charles leclerc x reader. / carlos sainz jr x reader.

fc: lalisa manoban.

note: listen to don’t blame me by taylor swift for this :)

trouble in paradise?

it seems like y/n l/n isn’t very faithful to her new boyfriend, carlos sainz if we believe his teammate charles leclerc who is also y/n’s ex boyfriend, #messy 👀. in case you lived under a rock, y/n and charles broke up a few months ago and only a month later she started dating sainz. these two looked in love until charles posted some weird insta stories hinting at y/n’s possible infidelity. the internet has been divided ever since that story with either #teamy/n or #teamcharles.

one thing for sure, y/n lost the support she had when she broke up with charles. we tried to get in touch with sainz but his team politely declined our calls, as for charles he only commented that his story was self explanatory and he didn’t need to add anything else. y/n on the other hand disappeared from social media since her comments sections were being jeopardised by haters.

and you, who’s team are you on?

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carlos put down his phone and got out his car, he was just in front of charles’s house and he came ready to put an end to his behaviour. he had charles’s address since they were teammates and once friends. the spaniard knocked multiple times, thinking about what he was going to do once charles opened the door, he rehearsed his lines a thousand times because he was scared that anger would take over once charles was in front of him. he just wanted to ask one question: why? why would he do that to you, when all he did during your relationship was hurting you over and over again.

"carlos. i knew i’d see you soon. how are you? my friend?" charles opened the door with a big smile which took carlos off guard but angered him even more. "your friend? do you even know the meaning of that word?" he answered through gritted teeth, taking a step inside charles’s apartment. "oh because you do? mister steal your girl?" charles’s attitude made carlos want to strangle him on the spot. "you really want to play that game? you cheated on her, coño how dare you act like you’re the victim here, hm?" carlos slightly pushed charles which made him take a step back.

"don’t fucking touch me." carlos knew that if he let his feelings get the best of him, this could end very badly, and he couldn’t do this to you. "you say that you still love her, that cheating on her was a mistake, but what about what you’re doing right now? everyone think that she cheated on me with you! that’s not love charles, it’s obsession." carlos added, trying to resonate the monegasque. "you don’t understand the bond we have, sainz. she’s just messing with you to get to me." charles smiled. "leave her alone, leclerc. don’t make me repeat myself." the monegasque took a step towards his teammate and grabbed him by his collar. "or what, sainz? what are you going to do, hm? because i’m never going to stop, y/n is mine and mine only." the spaniard couldn’t recognise the man in front of him, the one he once called his ‘hermanito’, the one he loved to piss off during training and the one he loved to film challenges for the fans. the man in front of him wasn’t the charles he knew. that’s why carlos didn’t feel bad for what he was about to do.

"i came here to see if i could resonate you, it was the last chance i was going to give you. but you made me realise that the charles i knew was long gone. what you’re feeling right now is not love, i’m not saying that you never loved y/n, it’s not my place to judge that, but right now you’re nothing but a stalker, charles." carlos pushed charles off him and rearranged his collar. "what i’m feeling for y/n is true love because i know that once i’ll realise that she’s happier without me, i’ll leave her alone immediately, because her happiness is more important than mine." and with that, carlos left a speechless charles behind.

later that night, carlos came back to your shared apartment, he found you asleep on the couch while your favorite tv show was playing. he smiled and took off his shoes and jacket before slowly crouching next to you. he brushed the strands of hair in front of your face and kissed your forehead. that made you open your eyes, and what you saw in front of you made you think you were dreaming. "carlos?" you asked, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "yes, cariño, i’m home." you bit your lip and hugged him tightly while he was stroking your hair. "i’m so sorry for making you cry, i never once doubted you."

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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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lover

satoru gojo x f!reader

you've loved him three summers, now you want them all

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: FLUFF. good old sweet wedding vibes, you being an idiot, satoru being a bigger one and making dirty jokes constantly, and just being the best lovers in general

an: I named nanami's wife daisy after my sweet @daisynik7 who I always subconsciously associate with nanami now. please make sure to check out her work + support her bc she's the sweetest person to ever person!

Nanami Kento is made for loving. And you only realize it now, minutes away from his beautiful bride walking down the aisle, that he always has been.

“Y/N!”

You’re thrown out of your thoughts to see your lover looking at you just past Nanami’s shoulder, hands erratically shaking in the air as he beckons for you to walk over. You give him a smile, handing your bouquet to Shoko, before you walk over.

Satoru’s quick to lace his hand around your waist, a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, as you look at Megumi and Yuuji in front of you two, horribly failing to put their boutonnieres on.

“Hi boys. Satoru.” you state, leaning into Satoru’s touch. He’s rubbing small circles into your back as he smiles down at you, the soft aura of warmth in the air present in his constant touches.

“Hi Y/N. We-this shit is so hard.” Yuuji states, exasperated as he fumbles with the pins in his hands.

Megumi holds the pins and the flowers up into the air, his nimble hands twisting both in his fingers.

“You’d think this type of stuff is self-explanatory, but it’s starting to feel more like rocket science.” Megumi grumbles.

You fight the urge to laugh as the two of them grow more frustrated with the premise, trying their best to avoid having Nanami come over and put them on himself.

“Okay, how about you both hand me those before one of you stabs each other with the pins?”

You hold your hands out, softly fixing the flowers to Yuuji’s coat jacket, and then Megumi’s, before you pull back and admire both of them in full. Yuuji’s pink hair has been brushed down to perfection and Megumi’s wearing that expensive cologne that Satoru bought him for his birthday last year - the two of them the picture perfect groomsmen. Fitting perfectly in, with that soft love that’s blooming in the room.

You reach forward, cupping the sides of both of their cheeks, as you fight the emotions, that overwhelming, sickly sweet feeling that’s overflowing when you look at them.

“You both look very handsome.” you murmur, rubbing your thumbs on the softness of both of their cheeks as you watch the pink flush rise on both of their necks.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Megumi murmurs, while Yuuji all but wraps his arms around you.

The two of them shuffle away - more like Megumi being dragged by the wrist to go talk to Nanami with Yuuji - leaving you and Satoru standing slightly to the left of the altar. You turn to him, your hands instinctively reaching for his suit, fixing the little flowers pinned to his chest and his pink tie. He brings his hands up, crushing yours in his own, and stopping you in pursuit.

“Y/N.” he states, the tone in his voice teasing.

“What?”

“You’re already losing your bet, sweetheart. I saw those tears in your eyes when you were looking at Megumi and Yuuji.”

A stupid bet the two of you had made, since Satoru’s so convinced that you won’t even last five minutes when the ceremony starts. You roll your eyes, lightly shoving him, before you turn around to look at them.

Satoru’s quick to pull you flesh against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder as you both watch. His soft breaths are enough to tickle your exposed skin, his warmth enveloping yours. Megumi and Yuuji are smiling brightly, laughing with Nanami right at the center of the altar.

They’re made for love too. Overflowing with it even.

“They’re sweet boys, Satoru. I-I’ve seen them in so many compromising situations. Cradling each other’s bloodied bodies, blank faces when they thought they lost each other, they-”

The wave of emotion is back in full flesh, this time tinged with the harshest bit of regret. At the three of them, so animated, when you’ve never seen them like this before. That they don’t get to be like this all the time. That when tomorrow comes, the only difference will be that Nanami will put his life on the line, but this time with a silver band encased around his finger.

A harsher loss if she ever has to lose him.

“Shh. I know, sweetheart. It’s-”

“I’m happy for them. For Kento. It’s nice to be in a room like this, being suffocated by the warmth of love.”

“I think that’s actually just me putting my entire body weight on you.”

You scoff, turning around as you place your hands flat on his chest. He’s pulling you closer to him, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek as you jokingly protest.

“Satoru.”

“You love it. Though, if you’re interested in me putting my weight on you in other ways, if you know what I mean, we can-”

“You dog. That didn’t even make any sense. And we’re at a wedding.” you scorn.

“Well, it obviously made sense if you’re scolding me for it.”

“Shut up, you’re so-”

There’s a soft clinking of the bell, indicating that they’re about to start the reception, that Nanami’s soon to be wife is about to stroll down the aisle any second. You turn back, giving Satoru a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek, before you stroll back to the other side.

And relish in the fact that Satoru has the marks of love on his face, that Yuuji and Megumi seem to glance at each other every time the officiant makes a comment about true love, and that Nanami Kento is about to spend the rest of his life with the woman he loves most.

You lose the bet at the two minute mark. When Nanami erupts into a fit of his own smiley tears, when he takes his hand in hers for the first time. At getting to spend forever, with his Daisy in the meadow.

The question, later on, catches you off guard.

“Whose that?”

You turn your head, to where Amelia - one of Nanami’s childhood best friends - is pointing, the look on her face filled with curiosity.

“Who are you talking about, Amy?”

“Him. The tall one, with the white hair and blue eyes.”

You swallow hard, biting the side of your cheek, as you smile.

“Satoru. Satoru Gojo. He was one of Nanami’s groomsmen.”

“Is he single?”

Your suspicions, the ones you’ve held from the combined bachelor and bachelorette party, are confirmed. That Amelia, like many others met you before, wants him.

It’s not the first time it’s happened. Satoru, naturally, has a gravitating sense to him. It’s in the way he stands, the way he smiles and talks that he can’t help but catch people’s attention. And you can’t even blame him for it, because it’s the thing that drew you to him in the first place. That magnetic force about him.

Like you’ve manifested him solely by thinking about him, he’s suddenly right at your side, his hand sliding around your shoulder.

“I saved you a seat at the table. I’ll just be in the bathroom, okay?”

“Okay, love. Sure.” you respond, watching the embarrassed flush spread across Amelia’s cheeks. You give her a warm smile, so as to curb her feelings, as Satoru leans closer to whisper into your ear.

“Blink twice if you’re going to meet me in there.”

You roll your eyes, before clenching them tightly shut and giving him his answer.

“You’re no fun, Y/N L/N.” he groans, pressing a kiss to your cheek before running off to the other side.

You turn back to Amelia, as she all but starts word vomiting.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea, I didn’t mean to insinuate anything and I didn’t even know that you two were-”

“That’s okay, Amy. How could you have known?”

She somewhat deflates, cheeks still bright pink, as she mumbles.

“I really am sorry. I just figured since he wasn’t wearing a ring or anything, you know?”

“Of course. I’m really not mad, please don’t feel embarrassed.”

The two of you link your arms together, as you start strolling towards the table. You take a second to admire the soft fabric of the dresses you’re wearing, at the matching little bracelets secured around your wrists.

“How long have you been dating?”

“It’s been three years.” you state, your affection for him glowing in your chest.

“Are you guys engaged?”

And you’re not sure why, but every fiber in your being is begging you to say yes.

“No.”

“Well, sometime soon. God knows, that’ll be you up there sometime soon.” she states, lightly squeezing your hands before she splits and walks towards her own table.

You turn your head towards the door, to find Satoru excitedly wrapping his arms around Ijichi, that you realize it.

That Nanami Kento is made up of love. That Megumi and Yuuji and Shoko and Nobara and everyone around you always has been.

That most of all, Satoru Gojo was made for loving. And it’s your deepest, sincerest wish that he’s made for loving you.

For the rest of your life.

Almost six hours later, and deep into the night, you and Satoru are both lugging an extreme amount of weight to your front door.

It turns out that Megumi Fushiguro and Yuuji Itadori can not hold their drink for the life of them. Which means that you and Satoru have to drag the two of them home, so they don’t do something embarrassing or commit an accidental murder on the way home.

“Stand there. I’ll come get him in a second.”

Megumi leans a majority of his weight on you, the sweet wine smell hanging on his breath as you watch Satoru lead Yuuji to the living room.

“Satoru. I told you that you forgot to turn the Christmas lights off.” you groan, only now noticing the little golden lights twinkling in the dark of your apartment.

“Chrr-istmas? It’s Jann-uary.” Megumi slurs, slightly shifting on his weight.

Satoru’s quick to catch him before he stumbles, signaling for you to let him go, as you head to the kitchen.

“Well, this is our place, Megumi. If you were so morally opposed to our decorations, maybe you should have stayed sober enough to go home.” Satoru adds, both Megumi and Yuuji dazed off on your couch.

You set the two glasses of water and Baby Aspirins on the table, ruffling their hair, before you shuffle into your shared bedroom with Satoru following. You’re both quick to help each other, you unpinning Satoru’s boutonniere while he attends to taking off your heels, before you both stumble into the bathroom together.

“Satoru.”

“Hm, sweet?”

“Do you remember Amy? Amelia?” you ask.

He pauses for a second, rolling over the thought, before he leans against the counter and turns to you. He’s holding your toothbrush in his hand, already set with the paste, before reaching for his own.

“No. Who’s that?”

“She’s one of Nanami’s friends. You met her at the bachelor/bachelorette party.”

“What’s she look like?”

“Short, long red hair and a lot of freckles?”

“Hm. Doesn’t ring a bell. Why do you ask?”

“Oh. She just thought you were cute. Was asking me if you were single.”

There’s a wide smirk spreading across his face, as he wraps his arms around your waist and makes the motions to tickle you.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re too cute! Are you jealous?”

“No.” you grumble, cheeks turning hot at the premise.

“Yes, you are.”

“How could I be jealous? Are you forgetting what we did in the bathroom?”

“Aw, you’re so possessive, princess. It’s so sweet.” he adds, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder, as he makes the moves to start removing your makeup.

Satoru’s love language is acts of service, down to his bones. Meaning that any small task you could do for yourself - like taking your shoes off, making your breakfast - it was something that Satoru always beat you to doing.

But his favorite? Taking off your makeup, massaging your little serums into your skin, and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before the two of you go to bed.

“You’re the only one for me, silly girl.”

“I know that. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“Oh?” he asks, fully laughing as you shove him.

“Well, she did say another thing. That got me thinking.”

He sets down the little bottle of wipes, securing his hands around your waist as he lifts you to sit on the counter. He stands in the little space between your legs, squeezing the sides of your waist as he patiently waits for you to talk.

“Well, she asked me if we were engaged? And I was just kind of thinking about….why we weren’t.”

“Oh.”

Satoru’s face is devoid of any emotion, as you make your best efforts to backtrack.

“I-I’m not saying that as an insult to you! I just mean that….maybe I realized that I want to be with you forever. And I’ve always known that, but I really want it. Right now. We don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or the day after, but I know that if something did happen, I’d hate to know we never got to cross that.”

You lock your fingers in with his, rubbing your fingers into his calloused skin as the admission, so vulnerable it makes your chest hollow out.

“You just mean the world to me, Satoru. I want everyone to know it, from the little metal band that goes right here.” you murmur, lifting his hand to your lips and pressing a kiss right into the little divot of his ring finger.

It’s at this moment that Satoru Gojo doesn’t know what to do. And he fully curses that bitch Amelia, who he can’t even fucking remember mind you, for putting this stupid thought into your head.

For throwing a wrench into his plans.

Because in earnest, Satoru Gojo would be crazy not to marry you. Not when he loves you so much, when you fill every empty part of him so tenderly with love that he can’t even remember the pain of that loss at all.

So much so, that he’s been planning out the perfect proposal for months. Just for you, here and now, to suggest it to him in your shitty bathroom.

“You don’t have to say anything, Satoru. I know marriage is a big thing to think about. We can talk about it another day.”

He watches you smile at him, so genuine and kind, before you press a kiss and pad out the room to change out of your dress. And the entire moment makes his heart sting.

That you think for a second that he has to consider whether or not he wants to marry you. That it doesn’t even hurt you, that you’re willing to wait for when he’s ready. That you think he isn’t dying to call you yours, to wear a ring proudly on his finger and tell any living, breathing soul that you’re his.

The following morning, he recounts the situation to a very hungover Megumi and Yuuji. And the two of them are half there, which adds up to one fully functional brain, in Satoru’s eyes.

“Shit. So what did you say?” Megumi asks.

“Nothing? I’ve been planning out this stupid proposal for weeks, I couldn’t just do it then and there!”

“You said nothing? She probably feels like shit right now.” Megumi adds, rather unhelpfully.

“Do you have a ring?” Yuuji asks.

Satoru fishes around in his pocket for that light green, velvety box before handing it to Yuuji. He doesn’t miss the way their eyes go wide, the soft smiles on their face, as they admire the ring.

One Satoru took six months to pick out and then had to end up custom designing. So that it could be perfect for you.

“I’m so happy for you, Gojo-sensei. You’re made for each other.” Yuuji adds, excitedly smiling at him as Satoru takes the box back.

He admires the little glimmering gem, warmth pooling in his own chest, as he tucks it safely back into his pocket when you trudge out of the bedroom. You’re half asleep still - one of Satoru’s favorite sights - as you groan and reach for the warm cup of coffee that Satoru had already prepared for you.

“Morning. How are your heads?”

“Pounding.” Megumi groans, bringing his fingers up to his temples as Yuuji slides him a glass of water.

“We’ll make breakfast, yeah?”

You and Satoru move to make the two of them eggs, giving each other soft smiles as you hear the two of them murmur behind your back.

“Hey, Satoru?”

“Yes, princess?”

“About last night…”

Satoru freezes up, giving Megumi and Yuuji a look, as they both all but end their conversation and immediately start eavesdropping.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I-I wasn’t trying to pressure you into something.”

“You didn’t-”

“I did. I guess I just felt weird when Amy brought it up and all, especially since we were at the wedding. But we don’t have anything to prove to anyone and you know, marriage is a social construct anyways, so…”

Satoru can tell very quickly that you’re trying to backtrack from the tone in your voice. That it’s so dejected, that you can’t even force yourself to say the words like you mean them.

"What we have, right now, means the world to me. Your heart has been borrowed and mine's been pretty much blue ever since I was able to know what that meant, but it hasn't been for so long. And that's really all that matters to me, Satoru. Really. That we get to stay together, like this."

And that stupid feeling in him twinges again. That you want nothing more to be together, to be married, but you’d put it aside to keep him in your life if you had to. That you’re more than willing to do anything for him, that you think he won’t move mountains to give you anything you want.

Especially this thing. This thing that he’s wanted since the moment he met you.

You neatly plate the eggs onto the dishes, before sliding them in front of Megumi and Yuuji and giving them bright smiles.

“I’m going to go get ready for work. I’ll see you guys later, yeah?”

“I love you.” Satoru adds, rather urgently.

And when you soften, give him your tender smile, Satoru knows that he has to do this sooner than later. In fact, when you arrive home from work.

“I love you too, Satoru.”

You arrive home, particularly sore and bloodied, to find Satoru waiting for you in the kitchen. A horrible habit of his, coupled with his insomnia, means that he always waits up for you, when you’re out on a mission.

Satoru’s quick to move towards you, the metallic smell of blood in the air, as he reaches forwards, his anxious hands running across your skin and feeling for any cuts and bruises.

“Y/N.” he murmurs, nearly pleading as his eyes go wide.

“I saw Shoko before I got here. It’s all minor, I’m just a little sore.”

Satoru’s hands are all but trembling as he wraps his hands around your face, trying his best to ignore that metallic taste of blood on your lips and focus more on the sweet, vanilla taste of your chapstick. He’s breathing hard as he rests his forehead against yours and you absentmindedly bring your hands up to his chest.

“Hi Satoru.” you whisper.

“Hi Y/N.”

“I’m okay.”

“I know you are. It just never gets easier seeing you like this. You getting a paper cut is basically the end of the world for me.”

You giggle, earning a soft smile from him, as he tilts your face slightly up. You press a kiss to the palm of his hand, before deflating directly into his arms and wrapping yourself in his embrace. It’s only then that you notice the lit candles on the dinner table and the smallest bouquet of pink flowers.

“What’s the occasion?”

“You. You and me specifically.”

You look up, giving him a confused look. And then he’s holding a little green box in his hand, flicking it open and turning it towards you.

You immediately feel the tears well in your eyes, the shining engagement ring glimmering in the box.

“Satoru.” you whisper.

“You kill me, you know that?”

You swallow hard, looking at his blue eyes as he pulls you closer to him, his hands secure around your waist.

“You really think I don’t want to marry you? I’ve been waiting for the fucking day since I met you, sweetheart.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been trying to plan it out. For months. For basically the past year. And-and it’s so hard when I want every second of it to be perfect. To be a testament to us and-”

You bring your hand up, the tears freely flowing from your eyes, as you rub your thumbs into the softness of his skin.

“You’re so ridiculous. Anything would have been perfect. It’s you.”

The softness in his tone, your words, are enough to bring the tears to Satoru’s eyes, as he quickly whips out his phone and hands you it. It’s open on a photo album, filled with pictures of you and Satoru. Specifically, Satoru holding up the little ring box with you in the peripheral, unbeknownst to you.

“Satoru.”

“I’ve been taking pictures of you. And the ring for like the past six months. It’s been under your nose the entire time.”

“Oh my god. You’re so fucking stupid, Gojo.” you respond, laughing as you shove him.

He’s leaning against you, your temples pressed together as you look at all the pictures. At his glittering smile, in each and every one of them.

“I hope you know that I’ll always want to be with you, married or not. After everything that's happened, after everything we've been through...I…I just want to be where you are. I want to go where you go and I…I want us to be this close forever.” he murmurs.

He takes the ring box back from your hands, carefully plucking the little ring from the plush, before holding it out in front of you.

“Will you marry me?”

Satoru Gojo is a lover. And you only realize it now, when it’s pouring out of him, in that sweet smile and that honey sweet tone, that he’s always been made for loving you. And you, for him.

“Of course, I will.”

He slides the little band onto your finger, quickly lifting your hand to press a kiss to it, before wrapping his arms around you. And pressing his plush lips against yours, warm and soft and so deeply fulfilling that it makes every bone in your body ache.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, as he laughs.

“Can we consummate our engagement?”

“That’s not a thing, dumbass.” you deadpan.

“I’ll make it a thing.” he responds, all but dragging you by the wrist into the room with him.

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helpallthenamesaretaken · 6 months ago

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Songs I Need to Hear in Future PJO Seasons (ft. me being very intense for no reason)

Angel with a Shotgun by the Cab - SEASON 👏 FIVE 👏 TRAILER 👏 it's literally about stepping up as a hero and fighting a war for what you love without caring what the gods would think, BANGER OF A SONG also so percy in tlo coded

Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift (Sad acoustic version) - Hear me out. It's a panoramic shot of New York during the war, and what the song describes as a city of new beginnings and dreams is now a city of the end of a lot of lives and crushed souls. And it won't ruin the sad vibe because it's a sad acoustic version

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift - Do I need to explain? S4, a slow-mo shot of annabeth staring numbly at the volcano exploding with tears down her face and her mouth opening to a scream as the lyrics "I'll be getting over you my whole life" echo, it's not a want, it's a need.

The Freaks by Jordan Clarke - The most camp half blood song to ever camp half blood, I need this song in an introductory shot of camp or at a campfire sing along scene

I Wanna Be Yours by The Arctic Monkeys - Okay, this is more of a vibe related song suggestion than a lyrics based song, but a scene with percy and annabeth pining over each other with this song in the background? would be chefs kiss. (also rick loves vintage songs in his books and this is a very vintage sounding song sooo)

Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo - Self explanatory, I just need the song, no matter what scene or character

literally any imagine dragons song

Riptide by Vance Joy (Cover) - the same song, the same cover except SON OF NEPTUNE TRAILER COME ON NOW

Not going to happen, but at least an instrumental of Good Kid when annabeth talks to piper in the lost hero season about how everybody had been searching for percy for weeks

The Prophecy by Taylor Swift - You know what a TLO adaptation means, right? It means a proper rewrite of the book to make it better, right? Which means we can write percy being actually depressed because of the prophecy, not just him ignoring it like how he did in the book, right? So imagine: when the whole "If I have to die, I have to die" dialogue comes around during the revealing of the prophecy, this song starts playing as percy storms out the room in anger and disbelief. He just goes to his rooms and buries his face in the pillow and starts sobbing with this song in the background. Also the 'just want someone who wants my company' lyric also expresses his feelings towards the rachel and annabeth drama.

Add on in the reblogs and comments of your ideas hehe😁

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smallishzine · 3 days ago

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very important official zine stuff for real this time guys please spread this around

we realized we haven’t asked you what you want this zine to be, so here is poll with some different options for things we could do, but this still won’t set things in stone cause we’re aware that we’re working with a relatively small albeit amazing awesome and extremely appreciated audience, but it’ll give us a good idea for what direction you want the zine to go in.

some examples of what we mean for added coherence, please read before voting unless you wanna be like that guy in the Simpsons movie:

an eras tour zine (yes this is a Taylor swift joke shut up if you’re judging us you’re wrong) would be like different pieces dedicated to each, for lack of a better word, “thing” that Joel has done. @/inthelittlezine is a great example of this concept, except the mod has far better organizational skills than we ever could hope to

tourism brochure would be like we pick a specific thing Joel, such as esmp 1 or 2, or x life, or one of his hardcore/survival worlds (I haven’t listed Hermitcraft season 10 cause that’s still in progress but if you guys really really wanna, that too), and make an in universe guide to it expanding upon the lore and characters and builds and stuff. @/scarland-artbook is an amazing example of this, though of course we would be a much smaller scale of a project.

do you wanna tell a story? Or ride our bikes around the halls? We can’t help with the second one, we’re not very sporty people, but this option is both the most difficult and dangerous to the success of the zine, and the one that intrigues me specifically the most. Like, guys, I know I’m polling this, but I’m secretly hoping that this one wins. Like all the hoping. Ever. But I’m not gonna just say yeah let’s do this because if like only three people also wanna this zine will never get made and I will be really, really sad. This option is basically do we wanna take something Joel has done and work together to create an original universe/story based off of it, each contributing a small part of the story in comic or writing form. Unless you’ve been living under a rock and/or this post broke containment sorry if it did I assure I’m usually mostly sane, you probably know where I’m shamelessly stealing taking inspiration from. We heart you @/hotguycomiczine. If we went with this we would obviously create our own universe and storyline, and we’d try to base it off of one of Joel’s characters if possible. Also, if we went with this, we’d start the mod and application process and stuff and once we knew everyone who was going to be in the zine then we’d all get together and start working on the story, and this is the part I’m worried about because if we’re all stumped then I guess the zine is out of luck and I’d be sad. Also even if we did do this, like preemptively temper your expectations I am no where near as good as the legends at hotguycomiczine at organization and promotion and story writing and all that good stuff. However, if you have an idea for a story and want to share, send us an ask cause we might just end up using it.

I think the last two are mostly self explanatory.

please reblog for reach.

#smallishzine #Smallishzine boring forms n’ stuff #<this falls under the “n’ stuff” category #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #smallishbeans joel

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dani-says-stuff · 10 months ago

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You Belong With Me

❥ Back to the Control Center

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Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: it's a Taylor Swift You Belong With Me songfic... i think that's pretty self explanatory

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language (use of words like "slut" and "whore"), slight abusive relationship between steve and a made up character, slight cringe, angst, fluff, miscommunication, the standard grammar warning~

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You had known Steve "The Hair" Harrington all your life.

Before he was a single mother, the King of Hawkins High, and long before the various girlfriends over the years, there was you.

Back when he was just a nervous little boy in baggy button-down polo shirts and half-brushed bangs hanging down over his brows. Back when he was certain the world was a large, scary place he wasn't quite ready for. Back when his nervous twitchy hands would play with the hemlines of his shorts as he gathered the courage to speak. Back when he was a proud hopeless romantic years away from his first heartbreak, there was you, Y/N, his best friend.

You'd known him for as long as you could remember- in fact, longer than even that. You couldn't quite pinpoint when your friendship began. For all you knew, Steve simply appeared out of thin air one day and the rest was history.

But he knew.

He could vividly remember the day, no matter how many years had passed by, Steve would always remember the day he met you.

It was a sunny day on the kindergarten playground, and he was sitting all by himself on the swings, passing time as he kicked the mulch below his feet with his shoes. He was a shy kid and chose to let himself enjoy the quiet when he could.

That was back when his parents were around more often, carting him around to their business meetings and crowded dinner parties. Steve would learn to love the attention later in his life, but at a young age, the noise was terrifying and intimidating. Of course, his self-isolation was a bit lonely at times, but it was worth it. It's not like a child really knew what loneliness was at that age anyway.

His peace was disturbed when some kid from his class found him in his swing-set sanctuary and decided to drag him into their game of tag. He reluctantly joined the game and found it to be not as bad as he thought. He was a relatively fast and lean kid, which proved to be a huge advantage that allowed him to win the first few rounds.

Steve was being chased by the tagger for the eleventh or twelfth time, when everything went downhill. The lead he'd gained closed rapidly when his shoe clipped the edge of the wood beam separating the mulch area from the grass. He tripped, stumbling over and skidding across the rough, hot pieces of mulch.

The kid behind him didn't seem to care that his target had fallen and had begun to cry as his jeans slowly stained red, the kid only cared that this meant he could win. The boy ran up to little Steve, slapped the back of his shoulder, and was off again.

At the time, you were playing with a different group of friends over by the tree roots.

It was a strange sort of 'house' game where you 'slept' amongst the trees and went to forage for 'food' or 'magical ingredients' throughout the day. You were bent down, ripping up clumps of onion grass and little dandelion flowers to bring back home when you saw the boy fall. You didn't know who he was, just that he needed help. You dropped the various plants you had collected and ran over to help him.

By the time Steve had rolled over, off his now-skinned hands and knees, he found you hovering over him. He couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say or what to do, but he knew he was crying.

You wiped your dirty hands on your pants before you gently took his elbow, helping the boy up to his feet. You guided him inside, spoke to the teachers on his behalf, and walked him down to the nurse's office. You stayed by his side as the woman cleaned his cuts and let him squeeze your hand as she removed the splinters gained from the mulch scraps.

You didn't remember, but he would never forget how you helped him, stayed with him, and comforted him more as a stranger than those he was close to ever had. ━─━────༺✧༻────━─━

You didn't know for certain, but if you had to guess, you'd say your feelings began shifting somewhere around freshman year. That's when you found yourself praying that maybe he would choose you as the next try at love, not the girl who always waved with a soft giggle from across the hallway.

But he chose her, every single time.

It didn't matter who this mysterious 'her' was, because it was never you.

If only you knew, the only reason 'she' was even there to begin with, was because you always seemed just too unattainable in his eyes.

He only had 'her' because he was so certain he couldn't have you.

You were too good for him, you always had been. You were always the pretty princess he had imagined throughout childhood, far away in the kingdom living up in the castle. Meanwhile, he was only the stable boy or coachman who was lucky to get a glimpse of you.

If only you knew he'd felt that way for years. Years of him hoping you'd change the way you looked at him from friends to something more. Years that slowly began to grate on him, until eventually, he gave up altogether.

Maybe then, you wouldn't be finding yourself struggling through high school by his side, feeling every bit the opposite of the vision he saw for you.

In high school, he was the king and you were the lowly servant he somehow dragged up to his ranks. You waited, walking eternally by his side destined to be the second choice. The first choice always tended to be the girlfriend- what else would you expect from a boy who just wanted to find his love- who in turn would choose to go hang out with Tommy, Carol, and the rest of the Hawkins's High royalty.

You would then be left all alone in your room whenever the group went to hang out or go to parties. It wasn't that Steve didn't invite you, in fact, he never failed to extend an invitation to you, you just declined.

Tommy and Carol would make sly comments behind your back, and the girl Steve would date usually had some sort of issue with you as well, claiming you were trying to steal Steve away from her... it was easier, in the end, to just not go than to subject yourself to a night of torture that would inevitably end with Steve feeling responsible for your discomfort.

Things got a little better when Nancy came along.

She was far more secure in herself than Steve's other girlfriends over the years had been, meaning you were finally able to be around your best friend again without her screaming at you out of jealousy. Nancy was also able to break him away from the absolute assholes he didn't have the heart to separate himself from.

But then they broke up. Nancy quickly moved on to Jonathan Byers and Steve was left heartbroken once more.

However, you would've taken Nancy- who was currently on your blacklist for how she treated Steve at the end of their relationship- over Veronica in a heartbeat.

Veronica, was Steve's newest distraction from his leftover feelings for the Wheeler girl, and your worst nightmare.

He met her when he was working at Scoops, somehow out of everyone he flirted with over that stupid ice cream counter, she just had to be the one that the words stuck with.

Imagine the worst bitch you can, and then multiply that by a thousand. Multiple Heather Chandlers bundled up into one absolute demon of a person- that was Veronica Mayer.

Crimson Lipstick, tight shirts, and skin-tight pants. Long hair she whipped over her shoulder as she struts away. Mini skirts and sleek high heels. She could say or do whatever the hell she wished, she could violently insult others and not bat an eye, but god forbid you said anything mildly mean around her- suddenly she'd become a saint.

Steve had invited you to go see a movie one day, when she decided to tag along last minute. She said the most vile things about the girl working at the ticket stand. As soon as Steve left you two alone so he could use the bathroom, Veronica had leaned down, whispering into your ear as she called the girl an attention whore and a slut just because of her shirt, which scooped the smallest bit when she leaned over to grab the tickets.

All it took was you snapping back that it was "rich coming from you" for Veronica to bust out in tears. Streaks of mascara making their way down her cheeks. She threw herself into Steve's arms the moment he reappeared, claiming you were attacking and chastising her for how she looked.

Steve didn't really know what to do, he looked confused as his eyes connected with yours over Veronica's head. It was clear, in his expression at least, that he didn't really believe that you would've said anything like his girlfriend was describing unprovoked. But, rather than say anything, he chose to simply rub her back and console her instead.

She would do this over and over until you decided, just like with Tommy and Carol, it just wasn't worth it anymore.

You tried to explain to Steve that she wasn't good for him, you tried to get him to see it, but she was never her worst when he was watching... and the boy was forever an optimist. He remained wary of the issues he was told of, but she couldn't really be that bad... right?

Veronica was using that to her advantage, staying in his good graces while she pushed everyone else away from him. At one point, she even claimed that Robin was trying to "get with her" and that she didn't feel comfortable hanging out with the younger girl anymore because of "her obsession with her".

But, when Veronica had no one left to be snarky with when Steve was around, it was only natural for her to turn it on him.

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You were in your room reading a few chapters of a book Robin had recommended to you before bed, when you heard a quick tapping against your window.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you would've blamed it on the wind moving the branches of the large tree in your backyard to tap against the glass, but the noise was too consistent for that. You crept out of your sheets, cringing at the cool air, and made your way over to your window.

When pulling back your curtains, you were met with the somber expression of your best friend crouched on the outside windowsill. You quickly unlocked the window and pushed up the glass, letting him in.

As he clambered in and fell onto your plush carpet flooring, you were hit with a large sense of deja vu. Steve transformed into his twelve-year-old self before your eyes, sprawled out across the floor huffing and puffing about how that was much harder than he expected. You had mentioned he could've used the door back then, and were met with the very same statement all these years later.

He turned his head, face screwed up as if his choice were obvious and you were the crazy one, "That would've been too easy. This was more fun..." he trailed off, "And quieter."

You put your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow as you looked down at him, "Steve, we're not teenagers anymore, you can use the front door. I'm an adult, I don't think my parents would care-"

He shook his head quickly, "Absolutely not. Your Dad is terrifying, I'm not risking that."

You laughed softly, moving to sit on the end of your bed, stopping him the moment he moved to follow you, "Nope." you pushed him back, "Absolutely not, you have dirt all over you from climbing up that tree. You can stay on the floor."

The boy pouted, looking at you with wide puppy dog eyes, "Oh come on Y/N," he whined, "You used to let me."

You shook your head, standing your ground as you pointed to your bottom drawer, "No dirt in my bed. You can look in there, see if anything still fits if you want to sit on my bed that much."

His eyes widened in horror, "But- but those are from like five years ago."

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Soon he was sitting beside you in a pair of borderline too-tight sweatpants that ended right above his ankles and an old bright green Hawkins Middle School Swim Team T-shirt that might as well have been a crop top.

He slumped over almost immediately, collapsing into your side with his head resting against your shoulder in exhaustion.

You moved your hand up, messing with his soft brown hair, "What's wrong Steve."

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes at your touch, "You were right."

"I usually am." you smirked, "but humor me, what was it this time?"

"Veronica was a jerk."

You noticed he was talking in past tense... which could only mean...

"She broke up with me."

You quickly wrapped your arms around him, "Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry."

"Nah, it's fine." he replied almost immediately, "it was a long time coming. Honestly, I should've broken up with her a lot sooner."

You pulled back, looking him in the eyes and scanning over his face, "What happened?"

"To be honest" he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head, "I don't really know."

You both laughed briefly before he tried to explain further, "Like we were at this stupid party right? For some reason, I guess someone drunkenly suggested Karaoke was a good idea - and you remember Tammy? Tammy Thompson from high school?" he continued when you nodded, "Well, you remember how she was. So I mentioned - how we always did - that she sounded like a muppet... and for some reason that set her off. There was a whole argument that was mostly one-sided..." he trailed off, brows furrowed and staring at the ceiling as if it would tell him what happened.

Steve shook his head and shrugged, reconnecting his hand with your own, "Yeah, no, I have no clue." he brushed it off, "I probably did something though that started it" he mumbled, "I usually do."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed, dragging a hand over his face, "Well you know," he trailed off somberly, "That's the only thing that really makes sense right?"

"I still don't-"

"That it's me." he whispered miserably, "Nothing ever works out no matter how hard I try and the only common thread is, well, me. I don't even know what I did, and that's probably part of the issue."

"Steve Harrington, you stop that right now."

His eyebrows furrowed, looking up at you in confusion, "Huh?"

"You are not the issue," you spoke assertively, pulling up from where he lounged against you so he could look you straight in the eyes. You grabbed his cheeks, making sure he was looking at you before you spoke, "I don't know what she said that got to you so bad, but you are not the issue, ok? Nothing is wrong with you. You are perfect, you hear me?"

He simply scoffed, pulling away from your grasp, "It's not just her." He stood up and began pacing about the room, "It's not just Veronica, ok Y/N? I mess everything up. That's just a plain fact."

"No, it's not-"

"-Yes it is!" he interrupted, trying his best not to yell. "I-I just don't get it. I'm just such a screw up I can't get anything to work out! I mean I've been trying for years and everything just turns out a failure!"

He yanked at his hair as he paced before he sudenly stopped. His hands dropped miserably to his sides as he turned to you, "Why can't anybody love me?" he whispered brokenly, "Is it really that hard for someone to love me?"

"What are you talking about? Plenty of people love you-"

"But not the way I want." he groaned, frustrated struggling to find the words to explain how he felt, "My parents love me because I'm their kid, not because I'm their kid. Nancy loved me at the time, but that didn't last obviously. Veronica loved me because of what I could give her, not for anything real. Tommy and Carol loved me because I was popular, not because of who I was. You..." he trailed off, choosing to simply stare at you rather than feel the embarassment from finishing his sentence.

Your face fell, and your heart dropped. "What? Steve, I love you, what do you mean-"

He looked down, half embarrassed and half shameful. "As a friend." he spoke so quietly you could barely hear him.

"Exactly." you stood, trying to approach him even as he dodged your advances, "Your my best friend, I will always-"

"See?" he laughed sadly, and spoke in a breaking voice, "You love me, but not the way I want."

"I don't understand"

He avoided your gaze, looking instead to your wall covered in Polaroid photos, cataloging the years you both had spent together rather than meeting your eyes.

His face flushed, he felt, once again, like the shy and skittish boy he met you as years ago.

"I-" he breathed heavily shaking his head, "I love you. but not the way you love me." he finally looked at you, his brown eyes reflecting every bit of sadness and heartbreak he felt in every part of his soul, "I love you, but not as a friend." he whispered, grabbing your hands, "I love-love you. I'm in love with you."

You looked up at him and your heart shattered. "Steve-"

He squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head in rejection, "I knew it."

"No, no, no" you rushed, holding onto his hands tightly as they fought to slip out of your own, "It just- you've just broken up with Veronica. I want to be with you, but I don't want to be a distraction."

At that, Steve let out a soft but genuine laugh. The kind of laugh that you felt like you hadn't heard in forever. "Y/N, if anything they were a distraction from you."

With that, he leaned down, decreasing the distance between your faces. "Y/N?" he spoke softly on an exhale, staring into your eyes, "Can I-"

You didn't give him any time to respond, you smiled wide as you reached up clasping your hands around his neck, "Yes."

You dragged him down, matching giddy smiles adorning both of your faces as your lips connected for the first, and far from the last, time.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #songfic

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can-i-explode-now · 7 months ago

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Please don't send me donation asks, they just stress me out. How clear do I need to fucking make this? I've gotten more since I added this.

Apparently intro posts are important on here so might as well

Hi! I'm Cassandra! You can call me Andy or Cass. (I also go by Tilly) That's not my real name, but it is what I'd like to be called on here! I used to go by Ozzie on here but I'm trying to stop doing that, since I don't really think it fits me.

I use any pronouns but mainly xe/xem, she/her and it/its!

I'm sapphic-oriented aroace! 💙🩵🤍💛🧡

I am a minor.

I like a lot of things, but I mostly post about Hermitcraft and the life series.

I'm a swiftie. I don't care if you don't like Taylor Swift as long as you don't be a dick about it.

My cat, Bramble is the mascot of @aroacesafeplaceforall

I don't do chain messages/asks. They're received, I just can't be assed.

Warning; If you don't like dark humour you probably won't like me.

I'm autistic.

Where else you can find me

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#Kittykid - posts about my little sister, including but not limited to the Daily Kitty Quote (it's not daily but I try)

#desktop post - posts made on my laptop. may be missing my usual grammar (this was added on the laptop)

#mcyt screenshots - self explanatory, but if you want more context, take a look at this post

#the scrambled egg saga - apparently I'm weird for putting milk in scrambled egg and cooking them in a microwave. This is the posts related to all that.

#TWIGGY CONTENT - content relating to me and @ratlivesonblog's child Twiggy (pictured below)

Ok, I think that's it.

#i want garlic bread #intro post #blog intro #introductory post #introduction #updated

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lordsukunas · 9 months ago

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songs made by black artists that i think would suit jjk characters. oh my god this took forever to format n link songs. anyway, happy black history month yall!!!! i hope yall like this bc im sick of seeing taylor swift pop up in the list of artists gojo would listen to <33

gojo – starboy the weeknd, daft punk + ghost town kanye west, partynextdoor

for starboy it just gave im that nigga vibes, and for ghost town it's just the entire ‘i alone am the honored one’ scene. but mayb it could also be applicable to current gojo? idk.

geto – like a tattoo sade

fun fact: this is actually the inspo for my user!! the whole ‘broken by the burden of his youth’ and ‘hungry for life, thirsty for the distant river’ reminds me of his whole reason for defecting. he's hungry for life (wanting sorcerers to not have to risk their life to protect non-sorcerers & actually live a long, fulfilling life) and thirsty for the distant river (remember when they kept with the race/hallway analogy? yeah, and geto's goal was always going to be unattainable for him simply bc he didn't have the strength)

yuuji – adorn miguel + crooked smile j. cole, tlc

UGGHHH he's just so lovely. the most supportive boy ever i love my son sm, and that is my only justification for my song choices.

megumi – alone willow + nineteen pinkpanthress + answer tyler, the creator

tbh… idk bros been goin thru it this entire series, but esp recently. for answer, i rlly liked the first couple of verses (idk what to actually call it, but it's before the first chorus) bc it aligns well w papaguro n megumi. ig the stepdad could be gojo…?

nobara – no scrubs tlc + conceited flo milli + apeshit the carters + on my mama victoria monét

she takes nobody's bs n i love that for her!!! i feel like she'd absolutely love flo milli + megan thee stallion.

nanami – lotus flower bomb wale, miguel + i love you more than you know black party, childish gambino

sorry i rlly like him y'all... there's no angsty reason for these songs! n for i luv u more than yk, it's just nanami if/when he goes to malaysia :3

choso – do you like me? daniel caesar

i actually dk for this one... i just thought it suited him! yk since he wants to live as a human n when he loves he loves hard (shown by how determined he is to be the best older brother to his lil siblings)

toji – she will lil wayne, drake + foe tha love of $ bone thugs-n-harmony, eazy-e + crack rock frank ocean

i am a firm believer toji would like 90s + early 2000s rap. it just makes sense idk, also i once saw a post that said he died just a bit b4 no hands by waka flocka came out and... hey! for crack rock, it's just post-mamaguro him n instead of crack, it's his gambling addiction

sukuna – hater's anthem infinity song + hit ‘em up 2pac, outlawz + king’s dead jay rock, kendrick lamar, future, james blake + unbothered ski mask the slump god

he's a hater just for my son. bum ass nigga... and for hit em up: ‘don't one of u niggas got sickle cell or sumn? u fuck around n have a seizure or a heart attack’

maki & toji – worst behavior drake

self explanatory! them n their rebellion against the zenin clan <3

gojo & geto – oui jeremih

cause if weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! sorry but this is fueled by geto saying ‘we are the strongest’... thats it :p

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk nanami #jjk yuji #jjk megumi #jjk nobara #jjk maki #jjk choso #jjk toji #jjk sukuna #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #toji headcanons #sukuna headcanons

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iamred-iamyellow · 5 months ago

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Every Brocedes Coded Taylor Swift Song

@formulaocean

✰ = my favs that make me sob aka the ones that are MOST brocedes coded

Taylor Swift:

-Teardrops on my guitar

“I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he always talks about”

“I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night”

-Cold As You

Fearless:

-You Belong With Me

-You’re Not Sorry

-The Way I Loved You

✰Forever & Always (piano version AUGHGHGHHG)

-We Were Happy

Speak Now:

-Mine

“you were the best thing, that’s ever been mine”

-Back to December

✰The Story of Us

“miscommunications lead to fallout, so many things that I wish you knew”

“and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now”

"but I liked it better when you were on my side"

Red:

-Red

“forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met”

-Sad Beautiful Tragic

-Come Back…Be Here

1989:

-Wildest Dreams

-All You Had To Do Was Stay

-Bad Blood

-Say Don’t Go

-Now That We Don’t Talk

-Suburban Legends

“and you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever”

-Is It Over Now?

Reputation:

-Don’t Blame Me

-Look What You Made Me Do

-Getaway Car

Lover:

-London Boy

-False God

“we were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work, remember how I said i’d die for you?"

✰Afterglow

folklore:

-the 1

“it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one”

“you know the greatest loves of all time are over now”

-cardigan

✰exile

“you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?”

“I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?”

“there is no amount of crying I can do for you”

“you never gave a warning sign”

-my tears ricochet

✰invisible string

evermore:

-coney island

“what's a lifetime of achievement? If I pushed you to the edge, but you were too polite to leave me” (except he did leave tho im screaming)

-marjorie

-closure

“yes I got your letter” (THE PARALLELS CAUS LIKE THE LETTER LEWIS WROTE THAT NICO DIDNT GET AND TOTO HAD TO READ IT)

“I don't need your “closure””

✰right where you left me (self explanatory)

Midnights:

-Maroon

✰The Great War (I will be making a web weave for this also I’m literally sobbing)

“It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed”

“there's no morning glory it was war it wasn't fair.”

-You’re Losing Me (ik it wasn't a part of the official album but whatever)

TTPD:

✰So Long, London (every lyric. screaming, crying, vomiting.)

-loml

-The Black Dog

“I just dont understand how you dont miss me.”

“and I may never open up the way I did for you.”

✰Chloe or Sam or Sofia or Marcus (one of my moots made a web weave about this song and you should totally go look at it here caus it's heartbreaking dhhdjsjjds)

-How Did It End?

-I Look In People’s Windows

"does it feel alright not to know me?”

“what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time”

Honorable Mentions:

-I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

“I just wanna keep calling your name till you come back home”

-Treacherous

“I just think you should, think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive”

-cowboy like me

“and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up”

“never wanted love just a fancy car”

#i am fucking crazy but i am free #brocedes #brocedes playlist #lewis hamilton #lh44 #nico rosberg #nr6 #taylor swift #taylor swift eras #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #the silver war #mercedes f1

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karasuno-planet · 5 months ago

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KARASUNO AS TORTURED POETS

ttpd songs that go best with characters ♡

a/n: this just might be too niche…

Hinata Shoyo- Clara Bow

"You look like Taylor Swift in this light

We're loving it

You've got edge, she never did

The future's bright, dazzling"

His resemblance to the Little Giant and the bright future ahead + the constant support of his team

Asahi Azumane- Florida!!!

“Well me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes I’m haunted but I’m feeling just fine”

“I got some regrets I’ll bury them in Florida”

Totally sums up his anxiety and self-consciousness, this song is so him I can’t

Sugawara Koshi- How Did It End?

“And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

Come one, come all, it’s happening again”

These lyrics definitely give the feeling of being replaced and constantly being surpassed while watching it happen.

Kageyama Tobio- The Alchemy

“Call the amateurs and cut em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I’m the one to beat”

THIS IS SO HIM. Self explanatory.

Tsukishima Kei- The Tortured Poets Department

“I think some things I’d never say,

Like ‘who uses typewriters anyway?’”

Perfectly encapsulates the struggle of him feeling academically superior and finding it hard to love or let go.

that’s all for now, but lmk if you liked this or want other artists or albums? thank you for reading as always ♡

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anonymousauthorsblog · 3 months ago

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Turning Passions

chapter 11 • call it what you want

this chapter contains writing

lowercase intended

call it what you want - taylor swift

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y/n pov 3rd person

monday

“beep beep beep” the sound of y/n’s alarm blares through her room. she groggily gets up shutting it off from her phone, before looking at the percentage. she softly curses at herself for forgetting to attach her phone onto a charger last night before passing out. the night before, y/n was up trying to get the facials, the movements and the attitude down from the black swan. as she starts to stress realizing that her testing is coming up to audition for her part again. she gets off her bed, making her way towards her bathroom to freshen up for the day. she looks in the mirror going through the list of what to do for her day in her head. “class, dance rehearsal, dance practice,” she keeps repeating to herself feeling like she’s forgetting something. “class, dance rehearsal, dance practice, class, dance rehearsal, dance practice,” “is it a video she has to do with toge?” no. a test for school?. no. math. wait studying.” her eyes lit up. she goes around looking for her phone before reading back the messages her and megumi shared. “shit shit” she whispers to herself. she runs out to look for her friends forgetting to tell them she has company over later to see that they’re all gone. she rolls her eyes before continuing to get ready, praying they’ll understand her later when they show up to a boy in their home. y/n finishes up before packing for the day, to leave the house, heading to the rest of her classes.

the clock ticks “3:58” until the professor dismisses class, letting the students out two minutes early. y/n races towards the door to walk to the familiar studio she’s been spending most of her time in. y/n walks in, changing and doing her usual routine. she passes through the first original dance class easily as that class was basic rehearsals for those who gained a normal spot in the routine of swan lake. the class passes by until it’s time for her usual private with miss trin. y/n exits her original danceroom entering into the room she’s been practicing in for the pass week. she stretches making sure to hit every spot to ensure her to have a safe practice, until miss trins voice booms in. “WELCOME TO CLASS Y/NNNNN, TWO MORE DAYS UNTIL YOU PROVE YOURSELF ONCE AGAIN.” y/n rolls her eyes playfully as she responds “meaning i finally can learn the actual black swan dance?” miss trin nods at her question as y/n jumps up in joy. miss trin laughs at the girls sudden burst of energy before shushing the girl down. “ok, okay. but first i have to tell you, y/n i know you know the dance” the teacher pauses glaring at the ballerina carefully. “but this dance is hard, exhausting and difficult if you’re putting the right pieces together” y/n nods waiting for her teacher to continue. “i know you’ve seen it all about this performance on the internet, but i’ll have to let you know these dancers spent years perfecting this piece while you have two days, don’t disappoint because your dance teacher will take this away from you if she sees once mistake.” y/n gulps then nods her head slowly before getting up. “well let’s get to it, i only have two days” the girl then says. miss trin laughs before saying “alright but remember i better see face before i take this role from you personally!”

megumi pov 3rd person

it’s 5pm, and megumi is setting up for a video. he won’t have to leave for y/n’s until 7:00 and yuji has been on him for not posting, loosing content for his viewers. megumi sighs before testing the camera, mic and finally sitting down putting on his headphones and starting the video. “hey guys” he mumbles. his fans suddenly joining in as the comments go crazy. “i think it’s self explanatory what im doing today. playing ANOTHER game” he says. megumi then looks at the comments to see his views spiking, getting a bit nervous because he’s never really had such a viewing like this before. megumi plays through the game the time rushing from 5:00pm-6:20pm. megumi looks at the time before looking at the camera. “well uh i think it’s almost time to get off, but like usual i can answer a few questions.” he scans through the chat before seeing questions that catch his dark eyes. “do you nobara and yuji live together?… unfortunately”. “when’s the next stream with everyone, uh sorry ill have to ask yuji he usually plans that” megumi continues to scan through the questions until one about his fond friend comes up, “are you and y/n a thing, please just make out already” he reads eyes closing in disbelief at the last statement. “we’re just close friends” the comments start to shoot up at the response. “close friends so you’re finally admitting that she’s a friend?- well i’ve gotten to know her and i enjoy her company so yeah a friend.” he responds. the views start to rocket off after these interactions and megumi starts to get annoyed sharing particles of his private life. he glances more about these comments until one ticks him off. “y/n is always late and tbh not educated of anything, why her” megumis face turns into disgust before quickly defending y/n “y/n is not always late and even if she is it’s none of your concern. i would also like to let you know that she’s a very smart girl and excels in every subject” his fans began to roar in shock before typing the one word. “protective” “protective?” megumi repeats. “whatever, call it what you want” he scoffs before telling the chat to move onto a different topic from y/n. he glares at the time realizing he has to get off to meet this friend he was just taking about. he then wishes his fans farewell before heading off the live before trying to clean up to head to y/n’s place.

3rd person pov

y/n walks into place heading off to her dorm, her feet in shambles after the practice she just got down with. “she wasn’t lying about it being hard” she thinks to herself making sure her steps are calm and soft after the fast and demanding practice she just had. she walks into the housing and pushes up to the elevator too lazy to take the stairs up. the elevator dings as she gracefully walks in. she pushes the button and lets her head fall down. even though it was just monday she feels the stress of the world already falling on her shoulders. she turns her head from the left falling to her right shoulder before looking up and exiting the elevator walking to her dorm door. she opens her bag taking out her keys before hearing a “boom” followed by the laughter of toges voice. she quickly opens the door to see toge and maki with the special guest in the middle megumi, who’s sitting on their couch. y/n looks at the time a little embarrassed from being late, to watch the torture megumi has probably been through with the twisted friends she has. “Y/NNNN heyyy!!” toge yells, maki rolls her eyes crossing her arms over herself. “didn’t care to share you had someone coming over huh?” maki glares at y/n. y/n slowly walks in before looking straight and megumi, she gives an apologetic smile before walking up to him grabbing his arm, pulling him up and towards her room. “well! that was fun! hope you guys enjoyed your time but we have to study!” she says her voice pitch getting higher. y/n then gets into her room leading megumi in, suddenly letting go of his arm and shutting the door, she looks up out of breath “sorry..” she says. megumi looks at the girl and examines her before saying “forgot about studying?” he says. y/n looks at him before going to her desk, “no look, i have my math stuff out!” she broadcasts. megumi rolls his eyes playfully before taking his bag to set up to. y/n shifts over to her bed letting megumi claim her desk. she looks over before saying “sorry if my friends were weird” megumi looks over to the girl before saying “no, it’s fine mine are worst.” y/n laughs “guess that’s why our friends get along so well” megumi lets a small chuckle fall out before leading the conversation into studying. the two begin to study until y/n starts to daze off like the last time they’ve met. megumi shoots a glare and her before closing his book and sighing. his sigh catches y/n’s attention before she sits up straight, “sorry, continue” “no its fine” “it’s fine?” the girl questions. “but aren’t you here to study?” megumi grows quiet at the words the girl just said. he thinks to himself for a moment before getting stopped in tracks. yeah he was here to study and bring an educational tactic to the girl, but in all honesty- he enjoyed y/ns company. he enjoyed having someone who got him right away and wasn’t pushy like everyone. he enjoyed having peace and a friend who was growing onto him faster than he wanted. the boy finally looks up trying to answer before y/n beats him to it? “what or do you just like hanging around me?” megumi is caught off guard by her words, did she see right through him? he looks up in shocked before y/n burst out in laughter. “megumi you should see the look on your face right now!” she gets off her bed before stretching her head, “whatever i think you’re pretty cool too i guess” megumis face quickly turns into a scowl before getting up and gently hitting her with his notebook, “you didn’t even let me answer” he replies. “but you’re okay i guess.” y/n rolls her eyes before lightly shoving him. y/n then looks at the time trying to test her luck, “uh so i know im bored, do you want to watch a movie or something..” she says the last words becoming quiet.” megumi tries to read the girl and looking at the time, it’s definitely late- but the way he can understand how shy she got after asking that- he couldn’t resist. “sure.” y/ns head shoots up before running over to the living room, she sets up the couch before yelling at megumi to get in. they both make it on the couch before, megumi intrudes the scene.

“what are watching..?” megumi hesitates before y/n jumps up, “10 things i hate about you”. “a romcom?” “yeah duh- what you don’t like them?” y/n replies dramatically. megumi looks at the girl mouth slightly apart, “i just didn’t take you for that type” y/n scrunches her eyebrows trying to defend herself before the movie starts, she then shushes the black haired boy and they settle in, watching the movie play. an hour and 37 minutes go by before the movie ends and y/n looks at megumi. “how’d you like it??” she asks excitedly, megumi looks down at the girl before criticizing the movie. “i mean it was okay but-.” “but?? don’t hate on what you can’t have megumi” y/n snaps back. megumi then proceeds to get up before saying “thank you for showing me something i can’t have, but i do have to go back to my dorm” he teases. y/n rolls her eyes “of course!! let me walk you out i guess” the two walk towards her dorm waving bye to each other before y/n yells “YOU DONT HAVE TO ASK TO STUDY TO HANG OUT WERE FRIENDS SOO” megumi looks back before putting his hand up to shows he understands, he slowly walks back to his dorm, red and a little shy after that, but this time with a small smile forming.

y/n locks the door before walking towards the kitchen to find herself meeting with maki. maki sits there with a judgmental glare leaning against the fridge. “you know it’s getting harder to defend you everyday right? y/n looks over to maki confused, “what- defend me from who?” maki walks over before putting a hand to her hair, “cmon y/n you and megumi, do you think toge just shuts the fuck up when he has a new ship to sail? or..” y/n then gets up to leave “maki, seriously we’re just friends” maki then stands before responding, “you show all your friends 10 things i hate about you?” y/n stands there silent before leaving, “whatever floats your boat maki! i’m going to practice!” maki laughs before yelling to her “why because you know megumi will be there to see you” y/n enters her room, not without flipping off her friend, that’s leaving laughing at her actions.

*while megumi and y/n are studying…*

authors notes:

hello hello! welcome to chapter 11! thank you for everyone who supporting this smau! in this chapter we’re seeing the development between the two “friends” and how their friendship will blossom into something deeper! thank you all for reading see yall chapter 12! <3

fun facts:

• y/n watches romcoms as a stress reliever from dance!

• megumi got there before y/n due to her being late and toge and maki took an opportunity to poke and investigate him

• nobara, toge and yuji became shippers a while ago but after their recent stream became bigger ones. (they def have a fan page for a megumi + y/n account…)

• the black swan variation is one of the hardest things to do, y/n’s feet has never hurt this much after a practice.

tags list!

@catobsessedlady @prettynai @notveevee @1l-ynn @xcalkenf @heyheyitsurdaily @aceakariii @meltedoctopie @hannahgcherry @juliiizh @domainexpansi0n @makeshiftproject

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hehearse · 28 days ago

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hope it’s not a bother but if you’re taking orv coded song recs…

this will end by the oh hellos as a kdj song (but also kinda all of kimcom song if you think about it)

lovesong by beabadoobee, ultimate yoohankim song

promise by muna is very kdj being self sacrificial even when kimcom doesn’t want it, to meeeeee

then i don’t know if you’re chill w taylor swift music? but if you are: the archer is very yjh, and dear reader is kinda self explanatory

also putting that read more... heh

the oh hellos - this will end

hm. evil again. such cruelty in this askbox and i clearly do not deserve it. kim dokja, kim com and their clashing ways to love each other.... seeing the end and how it will play out. and yet still trying..... curse them all...

beabadoobee - lovesong

yeah you are right. yoohan -> kim yes yes.

and AGH poison damage from this:

oh han sooyoung....... just another love song about him. truly. dammit.... <- in shambles

muna - promise

yeah. that's the bastard.

yeah. yeah. aghhhh.... something something salvation that leaves you bruised and broken yeah yeah..... evil of you.

eh! i don't have any particular feelings about any artist so it's all good! so taylor swift - the archer

yeah i can see your vision. yjh resorting to the quickest methods of resolving the problems he encounters as regressions go by... never getting older than his longest regression, needing something to hold on to a particular regression attempt... wagh

taylor swift - dear reader

yeah it is self explanatory... hsy to kdj to me..... and just as evil. i think. head in hands....

#song asks

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pandabyler · 6 months ago

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LONG POST AHEAD

hey pooks! this is a continuation of my post about byler songs, and someone asked me to explain these so here u go!

enchanted (taylor swift)

i put this one because it reminds me a lot about the shed scene. "it was the best thing I've ever done" vs "I was enchanted to meet you"

it reminds me of them as a whole, especially the line "please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you" and "I've spent forever wondering if you knew" which both talk about their feelings for each other, and will wondering if mike knows how he feels. beautiful song 10/10

2. you belong with me

this one is self-explanatory but its probably the most byler song ever. everything is just so them. will comparing himself to el and feeling like a mistake, and being the one to truly understand mike and his interests. mike wants and needs a lot of things that el cant provide, but will can. "cant you see that I'm the one who understands you? been here all along so why cant you see?" "I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're bout to cry" and we've seen will hear up mike when he's sad countless times. 10000/10

3. deja vu

this one reminds me a lot of the byler and mileven parallels. will and mike used to be so close, but now he's spending all of his time with el. "she thinks its special, but its all reused" 9.5/10

4. so american

this one is 10000% in wills pov. to me its about his love for mike. "I'm not gonna...fall in love" -will szn 3 and then season 4 will was just "think I'm in looooooooooooOOOOOOOOVE" (sry this song is just too good) 9.8/10

5. good 4 u

this one is more bitter. it reminds me more of season 3 byler, and how will felt abt mileven. will felt left behind and discarded, and to him, it seemed mike wasn't even fazed (he was) "good 4 u, ur doing great out there without me, baby, GOD I wish that I could do that" 100% in wills pov. 10/10

7. iris (goo goo dolls)

"i just want you to know who I am" will wanting to tell mike how he feels, and that he's gay. this song to me is about their longing for each other, and that they both have secrets they need to be open about. 9/10

8. hear my heart (midnight mantics)

this song is SO SO SO underrated likeee.... but this song is basically about miscommunication, which byler has when it comes to their arguments, and in the end they always sort it out. "my big mistake, was letting you leave when we weren't finished, talking it through" mike to will in s3 and will to mike in s4 9.9/10

9. heather

UGHHH THIS SONG!!! "shes got you mesmerized, while I die" s4 mileven at rink o mania leaving will behind, and all of s3 lollll this song is just so byler 11/10

10. traitor (olivia rodrigo)

def in wills pov, portraying that mike has completely left him once a girl came along. mike making him feel special in the shed, but then showing nothing towards him in season 3 to make him feel special again. not sure if that makes sense but 8/10

honorable mentions

right now (one direction)

"lights go, down and" (the ud being dark) "I hear you calling to me yeah" (will calling for mike in the ud) and "lets go crazy together" vs "crazy together right?" LIKE YOU CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP 10/10

2. strong (one direction)

mike giving will the courage to fight on just for being himself. wills love for mike makes him strong. "so many words we're not saying" (feelings for each other) "but there's nothing I'm running from" (will coming to terms with himself and his feelings for mike" "you make me strong" also also will saying he's felt so lost without mike, and the song goes "but when I'm not with you I'm weaker" 100/10

3. lets hurt tonight (one republic)

"dont walk away, dont roll your eyes" and "you were rolling your eyes, you were moping" which basically is about their communication and needing to talk things out when they argue. "they say love is pain, well darling lets hurt tonight" painful because mileven is together, yes, but also because its going to be so hard for byler to be a couple in the 80s, and they may not be able to do all of the things they wish they could

4. moment like you (liamariejohnson)

ANOTHER UNDERRATED BANGER but to me this is about will not wanting to be replaced for left behind by mike, and coming to terms with his feelings. "please don't leave me here tonight, lonely on the dance floor. cause I've been waiting my whole life, for a moment like you" which could also be seen as the literal intimate moments between byler in s4, and will treasures those heart to hearts and is so glad to finally be close to mike again.

well thats a wrap so lmk what yall think!! dt @skyewaytohell

sry if theres typos guys its 2am and I'm sitting hunchback at my computer

BYLER ENDGAME

#byler brainrot #byler s5 #byler endgame #byler #byler analysis #stranger things #mike wheeler #byler proof #byler theory #byler tumblr #will byers

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