#YES that is a fall out boy lyric NO i won't stop

[sidekick-hero]

I can't stop thinking of Eddie as Cyrano de Bergerac.

He's in the drama club, he's known for his way with words, his ability to bring whole worlds to life with them. Few people know that he also writes poetry, poems about love and loss, society and justice, whatever comes to his mind. Many of them are about a mysterious person with gold-flecked eyes and autumn hair, constellations on his skin, and the sun in his heart.

Eddie guards his notebook full of poems like a dragon guards his hoard of gold. And yet.

And yet Susie Bowers finds it where it fell out of his pocket when that asshole Tommy Hagan pushed him against the lockers. She reads it and realizes how devastatingly beautiful Eddie's words are.

It makes her think… think about her crush on Steve Harrington, the fallen king who is still the most eligible bachelor at Hawkins High. Especially since he refuses to just take girls home to fuck them. No, he wants to date. He wants to fall in love. It's catnip for everyone, but at the same time so frustrating because no girl has managed to catch his eye yet.

Maybe this little notebook is her ticket to a relationship with Steve Harrington.

She approaches Eddie and shows him the notebook, pulling it out of his reach as he attempts to grab it. She offers him a deal: she won't spread copies of all his cute little writings all over the school, exposing his deepest secrets for everyone to see and ridicule. In exchange, Eddie will help her sweet-talk Steve Harrington.

Eddie agrees and writes love letters to the boy he's been in love with ever since he found him drunk and depressed on the side of the road after his girlfriend dumped him. He had taken him home, listened to him ramble on about what he had done wrong, why no one would want to love him, and then put Steve to bed and watched him sleep until morning to make sure he was okay.

He left before Steve woke up, and the next time they saw each other at school, Steve didn't even look at him. It had broken his heart and inspired most of his poems, because nothing inspires like heartbreak.

And now Eddie can tell Steve all the things he thinks and feels about him - just to make it seem like it's written by Susie.

It seems to work, because Steve replies to her letters. His replies are simpler, less lyrical, but just as earnest. His words are sweet, and he's funny and thoughtful.

He's everything Eddie knew he was going to be. And Susie couldn't care less, she just wants to go out with him, have him take her home, have everyone know that she's Steve Harrington's girlfriend.

They go out. After a dozen letters, he gives in and asks her out.

Eddie cries himself to sleep that night.

Someone knocks on his bedroom window. Confused and a bit nervous, because he doesn't have only friends in this town, far from it, he goes to open it.

And finds Steve Harrington standing right outside his window.

"What -"

"Did you mean them?" Steve asks and he can't tell from his tone what he's thinking.

"What?"

"Your letters, did you mean what you wrote or did you just write down what you thought I wanted to hear so I'd go out with Susie?"

His tone doesn't really change, but Eddie can see his eyes shining in the dim light coming from his bedroom. He looks upset, and Eddie wants to fix it, but he doesn't know what answer would do that.

So he chooses the truth. "Yes. I meant every single word I wrote in those letters."

"Then why didn't you send them under your own name?" When did Steve get so close? And why is the window sill digging into his stomach?

At Steve's question, Eddie can't help but laugh bitterly. "Did you look at me, Steve? I'm the town freak! A fuckup. Trailer trash. A small-time drug dealer who failed his senior year. Why would anybody - why would you want to get love letters from me?"

Steve nods, not saying a word as he turns and walks away. And okay, he deserves it, he guesses. Hanging his head in defeat, he shuffles away from the window and face plants on his bed, letting fresh tears fall from his eyes.

Until there's another knock, this time at his front door.

He's out of bed in record time, almost breaking his neck in his haste to get to the door. It can't be - it's impossible that this is -

Steve is standing on his front porch, looking devastatingly handsome in his light-washed Levi's and red sweater. His date outfit.

He walks up to him before Eddie can say anything and cups his cheek.

"I've been looking at you, Eddie. All I've done since the night you brought me home and listened to me and took care of me, I've been looking at you. Looking and waiting. Hoping. Wanting you to give me a sign, any sign, that it wasn't just chivalry that made you do this, but the fact that you cared. About me. But you never did."

"Steve," Eddie whispers, but Steve isn't finished.

"And then I get these letters, and all the words, they sound like you. I couldn't be sure, not until I read the line, 'You deserve someone who wants to love you, all of you, the good and the bad and everything in between. I want to be that person. I want to love you.' You're the only one I've ever said that to. I knew it had to be you."

"But why? Why go out with Susie?"

"Because I had to be absolutely sure that it wasn't Susie. And after ten minutes with her, I was. I drove around until I couldn't… I had to talk to you. To see if you mean it. If you want to love me."

Eddie kisses him.

There's nothing else on his mind but the need to finally kiss the boy he's been in love with for almost a year.

Steve kisses him back, soft, tender, then deeper, dirtier.

When they pull apart, both gasping, Eddie leans in closer because his next words are meant for him and Steve and no one else.

"I want to love you long after my body crumbles to dust and my soul finds yours in the afterlife. I want to love you as the ocean does the moon, forever bound, forever following its call, until the end of time."

[n3ptoonz]

OMG OKAY SO I JUST READ YOUR RECENT HEADCANONS WITH EARTHREALM BOYS AND HOW THEY'D REACT TO READER RIDING THEM AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT GOT ME THINKING

How would they react to reader pegging them HEHEHE 👁️👁️🙏

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to pegging

sorry i took so long to get to this anon! life is on my asssss and kept getting random spurts of writers block but WE HERE

warnings: explicit, smut elements, fluff elements, sub men obviously, sphinx might have favs idk tho😹

Scorpion

When you suggested pegging for the first time, it intrigued him. He'd always been down to try something new, especially if you bring it to him since he does it more

Y'all would be reeallll slow in the beginning. Luckily you knew all about preparation and making sure he was relaxed and okay the whole time. It didn't take long for him to get used to it, and even take a liking

He'd prefer for it to be a regular thing after his looonngggg days after work. There's nothing he needs more than to either be treated with tender, love, and care or just straight filthy coitus with him seeing stars and his hair tangled to all hell

The first few times he was a shy boy, cute lil whimpers here and there. Now? Doesn't give a damn, he will be as vocal as he feels like. You're gonna be the one who wakes up with claw marks and bite marks in the morning

Sub-Zero

Huh? You want to what? Were you inside of his head or something? How'd you know he wanted you to absolutely mix his guts whenever he gives you attitude? Something ain't right

He only acts reluctant because he didn't wanna look eager, but the man was waiting for this moment. The second you suggested it he was like "okay i'll say yes after like the third time i gotta look cool." when whole time he wanted to fall to his knees and hug your thighs in agreement

Don't try to go slow the first few times. His patience is shorter than his temper, this mf is the most power bottom individual in the bedroom. After he's gotten used to it he'll 'allow' you to go the romantic route (he's such a lil bitch for it we love it)

He barks orders at you like you won't grab his face and give him a taste of his own medicine. One good time where you're hovering over him, a thumb on the inside of his cheek while he drools and you fuck him like your life depended on it. Mission success!

Smoke

He's the one who brought it to you. Any objections? I think tf not. He isn't saying it aloud, but his eyes are silently begging you to treat him like the town's whore

He likes both the romance and the pure filth. It's entirely up to you; he will never say no to anything you suggest. Fuck him like you're mad at him or go slow and steady while you kiss his jaw and play with his hair and sing his praises

Any and all positions available. If you can somehow prone this big boy, DO IT. He'd totally ride you too if you really down for the count. We are troopers around this bitch!

Sometimes it would concern you how rarely he tapped out, especially when shit was getting intense and didn't calm down for a while. If you were absolutely demolishing his ass, you'd see a pool of drool escaping his lips, his eyes glossed over, his whines and moans gradually getting louder, and when you asked if he was okay, he would nod and give you a thumbs up like he didn't just bust 3 times in a row

Johnny Cage

Every time I do any sexual hcs of this mf, I will continue to say he's a brat. I do not care. He's a fucking diva and will dare to bark orders at you too like you're not the one who brought it up

Y'all know that Meg the stallion lyric where she's like "no don't fuck me like that fuck me like this"? THATS HIS ASS. He KNOWS it'll piss you off but go one of two ways: you indeed do fuck him like that but added aggression, OR! you stop completely and pretend like you're gonna leave the room. Works every time

He thoroughly enjoys straight up sex over romantic sex, but every once in a while he indulges in popping champagne, throwing down rose petals, and playing sexy music in the back to set the mood. Ol dramatic ass

Remember how I said in my riding hcs that he records everything? Yeah. Even as far as come to you and be like "okay so like what if we sold these? i could cut your face out if you want-" and you're like !1!2? HOWEVER ik some of yall are FREEKIE FUCKS. If you say "fuck that leave my face in it", prepare to never need a job ever again

Kenshi Takahashi

Surprisingly is down with it. That's what #love does to a mf. He's like Kuai, anything you want you shall receive. If you wanna play around in that ass, say no more!

97% of the time wants to go slow and steady. He just loves looking at your face with the power of Sento while making love. Tell him how much you love and appreciate him and how he's doing so good for you and he'll instantly become the butter to your bread (like melting- ok y'all get it cool)

That 3%?? He would be on his knees and begging you to fuck the stress out of him. He's had such a tough week, just shove his head into the pillow and get to work!

If it's missionary just grip his neck, get real close to his face so he can feel your breath, and welcome him to pound town. All aboard the slut-Kenshi-out train

Raiden

Secretly a whore. The first green light into pegging territory, you could see his pearly browns sparkle in excitement and eagerness. He's relatively chill and calm about it at first because he didn't want to scare you away, but that's gone in an instant when you actually do the deed

Walks up to microphone Raiden...enjoys the prepping damn near more than the actual pegging. This pretty boy sure loves to see you break out the lubricant and gloves just so you can get him ready. Bro is on the edge of the bed swinging his feet while you have the most devious look in your eye

He's 50/50 on sensual nights vs getting down and dirty. Literally has zero preference, just spread him!

Back to how I said he's secretly a whore, sometimes he does subtle things that get you riled up throughout the day so you can take it out on him later. It's kinda funny sometimes cause he can be vocal but he's more shy than ever, but he'll break soon, trust

Liu Kang

Out of everyone he'd probably enjoy it the most. Now hear me out, he's not used to something like this, so it may take some convincing, but it's very little. It's good that he was mortal before so this level of intimacy isn't completely out of bounds

Once you get the stamp of approval and you try it for the first time, he's in love. It's like all he wants to do. Like holy fuck, where has this been for all these eons? This is the ultimate relaxation and he gets to forget his worries for a few hours??

He's so fascinated that he'd be the one introducing YOU to different types of straps all the way down to the patterns. "A dragon one... have you heard of this one?" like damn bro we get it you fw dragons (literally 😹)

Given how calm he is he prefers slow and sensual. It's only when he's truly curious that he'd be like hmm...it certainly wouldn't hurt to try (prepare for his godly stamina to have you on the brink of death btw). also, there's no way he wouldn't request for his hair to be pulled ��‍💨

Kung Lao

Kung Lao my beloved. Morphs into alpha with huge muscles and impeccable imagination. Kung Lao, the egotistical and prideful man he is would think he has the up on you simply because he brought it up before you did. This fine ass man can and will come prepared on his own, case full of toys and all

And if I said he likes to be tooted up with music in the back and you pulling his hair while being used like a barracks bunny, would you arrest me?? For speaking TRUTH? He's a whore your honor

He don't give a damn about slow and steady but he'll do it if you want to. Just know it will never end in slow and steady, the pace always seems to be picked up and all of a sudden he's strap-warming you as a punishment (he literally wanted this to happen)

Idek what more to say Kung Lao is a slut and I need him in a way that's concerning to women's suffrage. I will make that hat chucking dimple having sexy ass man a fucking mother, just you wait. [he is one of the first I will breed]

[chrissdollie]

dad!matt or dad!chris u choose :)

let me tell youuu-- matt is a girl dad! i guesss i could see him with boys but i cant stop thinking of tough matt with little princesses who dress him up for tea parties 🥹

when they're babies, he's always taking pictures. especially when u dress them up in cute fits with matching head accessories :(

gets pissed off whenever nick or chris (more chris tho) swear infront of his kids !!! he does not give a shit, they could both be babies, but he'd worry about it being their first word lmaoo.

"shit, they're so cute." chris grins, tickling both girls gently. cut to matt smacking his arm aggressively

pretends to fight them LMAOO one of your girls is really tired but refuses to go to sleep, so you pull out the big guns-- your husband. u guys know how he always has beef with the camera? 😭😭 he swings (much more cautiously) at the chunky baby and when she jabs his shoulder, he winces dramatically in pain. this tires her out and she eventually falls asleep right next to her daddy

they won't stop crying one night, you're on the verge of breaking down with them and matt gets out of bed, walks over to the crib, picks both of them up (their sobbing winds down a bit), and kisses your lips. "i'll be back in a few. get some sleep sweetheart." and walks out of the room

you didnt wake up all night. and like your husband promised, he was right next to you in bed, snoring softly.

he has a hard time saying no for sure. its sunday and the kids have school tomorrow but they wanna go out. "daddy can we go to the park?" he shakes his head, "dinner's soon, baby, maybe next weekend" both of your girls pout and shrug without arguing, but still! he has to give in

pushes them to be social. he'll be at the store and ask one of them to ask someone where the tripods are or something. she does it without a problem because matt's teaching them that they don't have to be so nervous like he used to be

now in their pre-teens, they're starting to explore the world of beauty. "daddy." your oldest taps matt's shoulder who's on facetime with nick on the couch. "can you ask mommy if i can use some of her makeup?" she plays with her fingers impatiently. he raises a brow. "you don't wanna ask her?" to which she shakes her head. "she might say no to me, but she'll say yes to you."

he chuckles lightly, "baby, why would she say no to you?" and she just shrugs. "i dunno." her answer made herself realize that there's no reason not to ask. so with confidence, she nods to herself, and skips away to find you

one night, you're braiding their soft hair while humming a song the three of u like. the girls sing the lyrics aloud, causing you to giggle and start singing with them. it's a really girly song by the way, so when matt stumbles into the room and the girls plead him to sing along to 'call me maybe', he looks at you with a goofy look to which you grin. he mocks you dramatically before joining in hehehe

now you think your girls are very mature teenagers. they've both already had the sex and drugs/alcohol talk. anyhow one night, you and matt are getting it on in the bedroom (the door is locked!). you thought you were being quiet, but was proven wrong when you heard both of them giggling to themselves outside of your room. matt hears too and pauses his movements altogether. you whine quietly before he whispers a small "shh" and turns his head to stare at the door. "go to sleep!" he yells, hearing them run away laughing. and he gets right back to work when they're gone, pretending that never happened LMAO

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

no like really even without the timeline context of when it leaked Hand of God is so incredibly messed up like???? FOB's always been good at public indictments of the way they've been treated, that's like, a significant amount of their discography especially prehiatus and ESPECIALLY Cork Tree which does it very bitterly and sardonically but Hand of God feels like it takes it a step farther with "which is it, the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?" because like YES there is more than one way to interpret that and I'm cool with that but it's doing a massive disservice to FOB and to Pete's writing to skim over the point within the larger whole of the song that they are one and the same. the boy who writes the songs IS the one who's in them, that's been true for most of Fall Out Boy's career. they're SUPER vulnerable in their songwriting, even when it's sarcastic and tongue in cheek, there's always a piece of truth in it. they wrote an entire fricking song about Pete's suicide attempt. the boy who writes the songs has always been the one who's in them, this isn't mutually exclusive. and Hand of God is IMMENSELY self-referential. it's literally Pete writing about himself. "who's the girl, is this truth, or is he writing fiction?" were all questions asked repeatedly on their forums and in Q&As with Pete.

"I am the worst liar I know" coming from the song that is possibly the most raw, honest draft or demo from Cork Tree — which also contains lyrics such as "we're only liars, but we're the best" (tongue in cheek turnaround of criticisms against the band) and "you only hold me up like this because you don't know who I really am" and "if you say this makes you happy then I'm not the only one lying" and "it's just a matter of time until we're all found out" and "I'll keep singing this lie if you keep believing it" (in a song that was essentially the band's mission statement, for lack of a better term) and "the record won't stop skipping and the lies just won't stop slipping and besides my reputation's on the line" (in a song that Pete himself said was way too personal to play live and has also said was the first half of a story that Hum Hallelujah, which is explicitly about his suicide attempt, later completed) and "I went to sleep a poet and woke up a fraud" (Music or the Misery is on a different edition but the point still stands) and "I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type" (in a song titled sarcastically after the medication Pete overdosed on) — is fricking insane. there's a completely unfiltered, untwisted-into-sarcasm honesty in Hand of God and even though it (rightfully, because it would have been Too Much) didn't make it onto the final album, it functions as as much of a thesis statement as Sophomore Slump does. it functions as as much of a confessional as Dark Alley. Hand of God is at the heart of Cork Tree, practically haunting it, and it isn't even on the album.

[misc-obeyme]

for the drabble thing kinda 👉👈 (mostly be rambling per usual but could be an idea). I've been listening to music non stop at work and favorite record by fall out boy came on today

and there's a lyric that goes "and I confessed, confessed to you riding shotgun, underneath purple skies" and it screams mammon and mc to me. ALSO the rest of the song makes it sound like past tense/lost love/one that got away...angst potential too. Like reminiscing? Mc moved on but he never did.

I just like thinking about different ways he may confess, and if he'd just blurt it out without thinking? Or maybe he's hyped himself up, he's driving mc up to a hilltop to stargaze, he's got it all planned - and something mc does just makes him blurt it out

if it was something silly like turning on the A/C before he could finish asking them to, because MC just knows him that well, that would be hilarious

Mammon: hey uh, can you-

mc, already turning the dial: i got you

Mammon: i am in love with you.

- ✨ anon

also, partially related but Flu Game by the same band reminds me so much of nightbringer!mc and I could go on forever about it

Yes this feels very Mammon to me... blurting it out before he means to lol! I do like the angst of MC moving on, but he never did, too! That's some good potential right there.

BUT I did a drabble based on the rest of the idea, that he's taking MC to a hilltop to confess but doesn't quite make it lol.

Mammon knows he has to tell you. It's been stewing inside him for a while, brought to his attention every time you meet his eyes, every time you say his name, every time you touch him or hug him or do something before he even asks. He's nervous to say it, but he won't risk losing you because he was too afraid.

He has it all planned out. What better way than to take you for a drive? Up onto the highest hilltop in the Devildom. Thinking about it makes his pulse race. He's on high alert all day, not able to focus on anything except the moment when those words pass his lips.

Mammon rehearses what he'll say. He thought about getting poetic, but in the end he decides it's better to just be straightforward. To be honest, to be true, to tell you exactly what he needs you to know, so there is no possibility of miscommunication. He chants it in his head all day. I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you.

You settle into the passenger seat of his Demonio like you belong there, riding shotgun beside him. He wants to say it right then, before he's even started the car.

I'm in love with you.

Mammon holds it in as you click in your seat belt and smile at him before turning on the music. It's a playlist you made together of all the songs you both love most. As you start singing along to the chorus, he wants to say it again.

I'm in love with you.

Mammon's eyes are on the road, but you are all encompassing. Despite this, he doesn't let his attention wander from the task of driving. He cares too much about you to be reckless.

He hasn't said much because he doesn't trust himself to speak. The road gets tricky as he starts up the winding cliff side to get to the highest hilltop. He can't look away from it, but he's sweating. He wipes quickly at his forehead.

"Hey, MC, can ya-"

"I got you," you say, already turning the dial.

His heart skips. And the words he's been repeating in his mind all day come bursting out. "I'm in love with you."

For a moment, the only sound is a soft song that has begun to play. Mammon's mind is buzzing, full of static at the shock of what he's just done, what he's said. He didn't even make it up to the hilltop.

"Er- I mean-" he starts to say, but it's too late.

He sees you reaching toward him in his periphery. He takes your outstretched hand without even thinking about it.

"I love you, too," you say, simply.

Mammon holds your hand like it's the only thing keeping him alive as he finally makes it to his destination. He stops the car and turns to you, taking in the way your eyes are shining brighter than all the stars and city lights streaming in through the windshield. He leans over to kiss you and the current between you is like lightning, brighter and more intense than any other light could hope to be. Wild, unpredictable, full of passion - just like him.

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[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 23]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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"Hmmm..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Your staring is distracting me."

"You're just beautiful."

"Come on, Mings. Be serious." You lifted your leg to lightly kick his thigh. Mingi had told Hongjoong he was going to your place to "work" with you on the new song since he had some lyrics for it. But of course, Mingi was getting distracted by you and that led you to be distracted by him as well.

"Oww, stop with your violence, woman." Mingi swatted your ankle away from him. Now, he was just leaning his head against his hand as he stared at you lovingly.

"Stop staring at me. You're making me feel self conscious." You met his eyes, using two fingers to push his forehead.

"There's nothing for you to feel conscious about." Mingi said in a dreamy tone.

"Now you're speaking nonsense." You scoffed, turning back to your work on the computer. But suddenly, you felt arms around you and you yelped as you were lifted up. Mingi set you down on his lap.

"There. That's better." He nodded proudly in approval.

"How are you going to work like this, might I ask?" You turned to him. He rested his chin on your shoulder, arms reaching around you to pick up his pen.

"See? It's not that hard, baby." He chuckled. You rolled your eyes but didn't protest, continuing to mix the piece of instrumental music that Maddox had sent to you. Even if you acted like you didn't, you liked being close to Mingi.

"Wow, I can just feel all the lyrics coming to me already." Mingi gasped in exaggeration.

"I'm done with you, Song Mingi." You squirmed but Mingi dropped his pen to wrap his arms around your waist more firmly.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry, we'll do work. Just don't go, okay?" Mingi coaxed. You gave him a warning look but settled back into his lap comfortably before typing away on your computer.

"Mings..." Your fingers stopped moving on the keyboard, hovering over the keys.

"Yes, my baby?" Mingi hummed.

"Does anyone know? Have you told anyone?" You asked. Mingi placed his pen down, this time gently holding your waist to turn you around so you faced him.

"Yunho knows. But I didn't tell him, he deduced it himself. That boy... He's known me for too long and knows too much about me. He knew about my feelings for you before I did. I trust him not to tell anyone." Mingi said, his fingers interlocking behind your back to support you so you wouldn't fall..

"Okay. If you trust him, I do too. And I know Yunho is a good friend." You smiled.

"He is. I trust him with my life." He pressed his forehead against yours. You reached up to caress his cheek, making Mingi inch forward just a little to kiss you.

"We won't tell anyone else until we're ready. There's no rush." Holding your hand, he kissed your knuckles.

I'm just so happy to finally be able to call you mine. That's all that matter to me right now." Mingi whispered as he hugged you. You chuckled as your cheek pressed against his shoulder.

"I'm yours too, you know that right?" He asked.

"Yes, along with many other Atinys out there." You pulled away, a mischievous smile on your face as you teased him.

"You know that's different." It was now his turn to roll his eyes. After you gave him another quick peck, you turned back around to face the desk to finish your work. With the songs for the next Ateez album confirmed, there were deadlines to meet.

"Once the lyrics are in and the instrumental is approved, we can start the actual song recording. I'm excited, I've never actually been there for the live recording part before." You said.

"Really? But you've been a part of so many hit songs." Mingi blinked in surprise at your words.

"Yeah but that's companies buying beats, melodies, instrumentals off me. This time, I'm really a part of the whole process." You shrugged.

"It'll be a new experience for sure." He patted your head.

"I know you guys are just as chaotic and loud in the studio. Eden already warned me." You scoffed. But secretly, you were used to it and wouldn't have it any other way.

"Wait, let me find some food." You stood up and walked out of the studio to the kitchen.

You hoped chewing on some food would keep you more focused. But let's be honest, the reason why you couldn't focus was because of the 1.84m male that is glued to you at the hip. That very male shuffled out a few minutes after you, leaning over your taller frame as you cut some fruit.

"You're always towering over me." You scoffed.

"But I like it this way." He placed his chin on the top of your head for emphasis. His entire body wrapped around yours, embracing you in his warmth and scent.

"What snacks do you want? I got some in the cupboard there. Or you can have some of Haneul's snacks." You said.

"No, I don't want to face her wrath." Mingi chuckled.

"She's 5..." You tilted your head back to look up at him. Mingi shrugged but went to the cupboard to get a box of crackers. You placed the sliced fruit into the bowl to make some sort of fruit mix.

"Can I have a seaweed popcorn too, please?" You asked, taking out a tray and small bowls.

"Sure, baby. Let me do it." Mingi opened the small bag for you, emptying the snacks into their own bowls.

"Let's go." Mingi held the tray in one hand and the other held your hand to go back to the studio. Back you were on Mingi's lap as you worked. Mingi had a soft smile as he watched you focus on your work. The slight frown on your face showed how serious you were.

"Something's not right." You went to your shelf to take your metronome. Mingi respectfully remained quiet as you wore your headphones, exposing one ear to hear the metronome.

You tapped your finger lightly over the mouse, closing your eyes to visualise the instrumental at the different layers.

"A HA!" You yelled, making Mingi yelp.

"You could have given me a heart attack!" Mingi placed a hand over his racing heart.

"Your heart is healthy and fine." You tapped his chest before quickly going the point where you found the error in case you lost it. You pulled up the layer to make the edit.

"Solved it?" He asked.

"I hope so." You put your headphones back on and played the track from the start. As the song played to the end, you had a satisfied smile on your face. Now, you could schedule the recording with all the Ateez members. You opened the chat page and sent out the recording dates.

'Oh, there will be extra recording sessions too. Hongjoong and Jongho for adlibs, Seonghwa and Yunho for back up harmonisation. - Prod. Indigo'

'How about a week from now? - Wooyoung'

'Sounds good. We'll dedicate half a day to the recording. Do the solo recordings then the group parts. - Joong'

'Seonghwa hyung is gaming beside me. He just said he's good three days after the group recording. I'm good on that day as well if you can make it? - Yuyu'

'That's good with me. - Prod. Indigo'

'Seonghwa hyung! Stop playing your game and reply Indigo yourself! - San'

'Anyway, Indi. Jongho is recording now. When he is done, I'll get his schedule and get back to you for the adlib recording dates. - Joong'

"Looks like we're going to be busier once we start the actual recording sessions." You sighed as you booked the recording studio and blocked out the dates in your calendar. Mingi hummed in agreement, glancing at all the coloured blocks on your calendar.

"That means we're not going to be able to have many chances to hang out." You looked at him.

"Don't worry about that, baby. Hmm? We'll still see each other. And I've said before, you shouldn't have to stress about us." Mingi brushed your hair back.

"As long as you're taking care of yourself, I'm content. That's all I want." He added.

"You too. Don't overwork and always camp at your studio." You put your arms around his neck.

"Coming from you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You know I thought we were having a moment and you just ruined it." You scoffed and retracted your arms. But Mingi stopped you by abruptly standing up, carrying you with him. You instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him as you squealed, worried that you could fall.

"I won't drop you, baby." Mingi laughed. He supported you with his hands under your thighs.

"I'm still scared." You said as you clutched onto him. That was when Mingi suddenly jumped, acting like he was going to drop you, making you shriek in fear.

"MINGI!" You cried out.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, baby." Mingi put you down with a cheeky smile on his face to say that he wasn't sorry at all.

"You're not sorry at all, Song Mingi." You glared at him, storming away from him.

"No, no. I'm really sorry." Mingi chased after you. When he finally caught you, you were on the phone with Wooyoung. Apparently he found out Mingi was "working" at your house and was upset the invitation was extended to him.

"We're just going over some lyrics." You chuckled. Mingi rolled his eyes at how dramatic Wooyoung was. But that didn't stop him from pulling you to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Don't let him come." Mingi whispered. The warmth of his breath against your ear made you shiver.

"N-Next time, I promise, Wooyoung." You spoke into the phone.

"Wooyoung, stop disturbing us. We're trying to work." Mingi snatched the phone from you. You could hear Wooyoung's outraged yelling but Mingi just hung up on him.

"Mings! That wasn't very nice." You scolded with wide eyes. Now you were worried Wooyoung might suspect something.

"Whatever." Mingi looked away from you, not feeling guilty at all. You moved yours arms off him and stretched your limbs.

"Are you still angry with me?" He asked but you just shot him a look and walked away. His eyes followed you as you went to lie down on your bed to rest.

"Come on, baby. Don't be angry anymore, please? I was just playing. Your reaction was too cute." He whined. Mingi's hands planted beside your head as he hovered over you to try and get your attention. All the while, Mingi maintained his smile as he looked down at you. He leaned down to try and kiss you but you blocked him.

"I'm going to nap." You stated.

"I like that plan." Mingi stole a kiss before gently laying himself down over you, resting his head on your chest like always.

It was hard to remain angry at a person like Mingi. Or maybe it was just because you had feelings for him and knew that you couldn't stay angry at him.

"You're lucky I love you." You whispered with a scoff, reaching down to hold Mingi's hand. He knew you thought he had fallen asleep but Mingi couldn't help the smile at your words.

'Love' or saying 'I love you' was still something you and Mingi had yet to really say to each other directly.

DING DONG DING DONG

You and Mingi got up to the sound of the frantic doorbell. Mingi kept you behind him as he slowly appraoched the door. He turned back to ensure that his whole body was shielding you, just in case there was danger behind the door.

"Open up!" At the familiar voice, you and Mingi relaxed, letting out sighs of relief. Mingi ran his hand through his hair to get rid of his bed hair while you ran to the bathroom.

"What are you guys doing here?" You heard Mingi open the door.

"Where's Indigo?" They all ignored him, pushing him aside to enter your home.

"She's in the bathroom." Mingi informed coolly. He noticed that the boys all had bags of food and drinks with them. They spread it out on the coffee table.

"Hey, everyone. What are you all doing here?" You blinked as you came out, wiping your wet hands with a tissue.

"We thought we could celebrate now since we don't have schedules tomorrow. We got food and drinks." Seonghwa explained. He wrapped his arms around you to hug you and you did hug him back but shot Mingi a shocked look. Mingi shrugged, completely unaware of this sudden surprise visit to your house.

"I told you we should have called before coming, hyungs. We just self invited ourselves to her house, all 7 of us." Jongho facepalmed while shaking his head.

"It's okay. I didn't have a chance to clean up though." You rubbed the back of your neck.

"Your house is already so clean." Yeosang assured.

"Luckily you guys brought food. I would be worried if you came over for dinner and my fridge isn't stocked." You chuckled, looking at the large amount of food they had brought with them.

"I missed you!" Wooyoung hugged you, rubbing his cheek against your lovingly.

"You just saw me two days ago." You laughed. Mingi glared at his group member, feeling uncomfortable with how close and long Wooyoung was holding you. He had never felt like this before, especially to someone that's practically his brother.

"Uh, Mingi. Could you help me take the plastics out?" Yunho cleared his throat, noticing how Mingi was staring.

"Sure." Mingi grumbled and went to his best friend.

"Your jealousy is really obvious." Yunho whispered softly. Mingi looked at Yunho, he didn't agree or deny it. He did his task and went to get rid of the trash.

"Can I get some plates and cutlery?" Mingi asked you. You stepped away from Wooyoung and San to help him in the kitchen.

"Here you go." You handed it to him.

Of course Mingi knew where everything was in your house but he was supposed to act like it was his 'second/ third' time coming over so he couldn't act like he could take things on his own.

"Indigo, ready for a live version of that Wanteez episode you like?" Jongho laghed, pulling out the soju bottles. San cringed while Yeosang had a worried look on his face. No doubt, he was one of the ones that remembered the events of that night. The other person being Yunho.

"I thought Mingi was sober... Guess he wasn't." You chuckled, taking out some shot glasses.

"I know how to act sober." Mingi corrected. Once you had everything, you sat down together. You tried to make it look like a coincidence that you sat beside Mingi by 'wanting to sit with Seonghwa'.

"Glasses up!" Yunho said.

"Indigo should make the toast." San suggested. Everyone turned to you as you tried to find the words to say.

"I don't know what you say during a toast... But thank you for all your hard work in producing the track and working with me. This is just the start of our rewarding journey. To us!"

"To Indigo!" The boys and you clinked shot glasses. You downed the alcohol in one shot.

"Let's go, Indigo!" Jongho said in English, making everyone laugh. He refilled your glass like how he constantly does with Mingi.

"Yah, don't go too fast and pressure her into drinking more. We've barely even got the chance to start eating." Mingi scolded. Thankfully, Seonghwa nodded in agreement so it didn't look like Mingi was being too protective of you.

"We're ready to pass out here." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Sure. But I don't think I have enough blankets for everyone though." You giggled.

"When you're blacked out drunk, having a blanket would be the least of your problems." Wooyoung pointed out. You took some rose tteokbokki in your plate to eat.

"Eat more, drink more!" Hongjoong said as he took a chicken wing. With you drinking, Mingi drank slower. He wanted to make sure you were okay and be sober if he had to take care of you after.

"Indigo's the one trying to get Hongjoong hyung drunk." Yunho pointed, laughing as you filling Hongjoong's glass.

"What?! Don't accuse me, Yuyu!" You glared in feign offense from his accusation.

"Indigo, don't regret it when they start singing. It'll be too late by then." Yeosang warned. You giggled as clinked glasses with Wooyoung to take another drink. With everyone getting slightly intoxicated, they didn't notice that Mingi was periodically adding food to your plate.

"Make sure you eat too." Mingi told you. You nodded obediently and ate. Seonghwa put a glove on to make the mini rice balls for everyone. He put one in your mouth.

"It's good." You covered your mouth as you chewed.

"You eat so well~" Seonghwa had a slightly crooked smile on as he patted your head with a clean hand.

"He's gone." Wooyoung stifled a laugh with his hand.

"Don't speak such nonsense, Jung Wooyoung. I'm fine. Refill my glass." Seonghwa held out his glass. Jongho gladly refilled the shot glass, all the way to the top.

"Stop giving him so much." Yunho slapped the maknae's shoulder. Yeosang sighed as he took more food to eat. San, who was being quiet, slowly chewed on his rice cake. He reminded you of a sloth, making you giggle.

"What's so funny?" Mingi leaned down.

"San's chewing the tteokbokki like a cute sloth." You giggled. The red faced male had a distant look on his face as he ate.

"I want a seaweed roll." You pointed. Mingi picked it up and dipped it into the spicy rice cake sauce before feeding it to you. He wiped the sauce at the corner of your lips.

"Thank you." You smiled as you chewed.

"You're welcome." Mingi smiled back. You were slightly tipsy as well that made you have this dazed look. Mingi thought you were adorable.

"Yeosang, are you not going to drink?" Hongjoong asked as he took a shot. Yeosang shook his head.

"I already had three, that's enough for me. Someone needs to remain sober to take care of you guys." Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Fine by me." Hongjoong shrugged. That meant he could let loose and drink too, without needing to keep an eye on the others. He refilled his glass to take another shot, reaching over to refill Seonghwa and your glass to.

"To our favourite child." Hongjoong toasted with you and Seonghwa, both having your arms around each other happily.

"To our best child." Seonghwa added, nodding in agreement.

"HEY!" There were protests coming from the others in the room despite being influenced by alcohol. But it was ignored as the three of you shared the toast and downed the shot.

~

Series Masterlist

[munchmemes]

the northern boys lyrics, all songs edition

❛ don't wanna fall in love, i just wanna get fucked. ❜ ❛ when i go, will my loved ones miss me? well, the answer's no. ❜ ❛ no, don't talk to me unless it's an emergency. ❜ ❛ i gotta go, i gotta take a number three. that's a piss and a shit and a wank. ❜ ❛ i tried crack once, i just wanted to test it. ❜ ❛ it's party time, get your drugs out. ❜ ❛ if you wanna make love, get your muffs out. ❜ ❛ call me grandad cause i fucked your nan. ❜ ❛ i know you think that this is a game but it's not. now watch me walk away. ❜ ❛ i'm a love machine, i don't know when to stop. ❜ ❛ do you wanna make love to a sad old man? ❜ ❛ you can find me in the club, fucking it up. ❜ ❛ now i look so pretty, i'm a million bucks. ❜ ❛ if you see me cry, you better walk on by 'cause i don't wanna share the pain that's inside. ❜ ❛ five foot nine in my six inch boots. ❜ ❛ i'm an angry man but i'm a soft old sod. ❜ ❛ don't need a girlfriend or a stable job. i'll be sitting on the bog, just hobbing a wonk. ❜ ❛ no need to drive. i just drop to my hands and feet and scuttle like a beetle. ❜ ❛ listen up, pal. i could die right now. ❜ ❛ i'm gonna robot dance while i take my shirt off. ❜ ❛ one time for the ladies. one time for the men. one time for everyone in-between, yes, you gotta love them. ❜ ❛ raising a glass to the gays and bi's and the trans and the girls and the big bald men. ❜ ❛ you better not assume my pronouns, you ain't got a clue what i feel inside. ❜ ❛ you wanna come fuck me, then get in line. ❜ ❛ i'm a top shelf piece of ass, don't touch what you can't afford. ❜ ❛ sweet love is the destination. now come take a ride on the sexy train. ❜ ❛ let's paint pictures of aeroplanes. this one here is a cargo jet and i'm gonna call him "shadowbane". ❜ ❛ sometimes life is a massive bitch. ❜ ❛ i don't mean to be a dickhead. i wanna put a smile on your pretty face. ❜ ❛ i don't wanna be a part of the human race. ❜ ❛ if you really wanna we can do that too but i'd much rather just hold hands with you. ❜ ❛ 'cause i'm high, i wanna kiss your face. ❜ ❛ i've got a bag and it's full of things. one of those things is your favourite thing. ❜ ❛ am i just high? or am i dying, man? ❜ ❛ devil's at the door and i might fucking let him in. ❜ ❛ i don't give a fuck if you hate me. ❜ ❛ fuck this world of lies, i don't wanna be part of this no more. ❜ ❛ something in my soul doesn't sit right. ❜ ❛ the world is a cunt and we've been neglected. ❜ ❛ tell me that you love me but i know it's all lies. ❜ ❛ i'm a liability, won't you come and chill with me? ❜ ❛ i've got a whole lotta love to load but it's locked inside like a jar of jam. ❜ ❛ i promise that i'll try my best. ❜ ❛ you could never love me for me. i had to let you go. ❜ ❛ you need permission if you wanna touch me. ❜ ❛ look, baby, i'm the flavour of the month. ❜ ❛ your loving is a cliff, i don't wanna take a jump. ❜ ❛ leave me to my own doom. ❜

[bonded-by-love-and-hatred]

Can't sleep so have some random lyrics from songs I associate with Jerome, Jeremiah, and Bruce.

Wayleska:

Try to tell you, "No"

But my body keeps on telling you, "Yes"

Try to tell you, "Stop"

But your lipstick got me so out of breath

I'll be waking up

In the morning probably hating myself

And I'll be waking up

Feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell, yeah

- One More Night - Maroon 5

Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again, again

So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, babe, that you are gone and I'm a mess

And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me

And we'll say things we can't repeat

Put your hand in mine

You know that I want to be with you all the time

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine

You know that I won't stop until I make you mine

Until I make you mine

It's hard to feel you slipping through (You need to know)

My fingers are so numb (We'll take it slow)

And how was I supposed to know (I miss you so)

That you were not the one?

- Make You Mine - PUBLIC

Valeyne:

My girl's a hot girl

A riot girl and she's angry at the world

Emergency, call 911

She's pissed off at everyone

Police rescue, FBI

She wants a riot, she wants a riot

And everywhere we go, she gets us thrown out constantly

But that's okay

'Cause I know, I know, I know my baby would do anything for me

- Riot Girl - Good Charlotte

I'm gonna get you to burst just like you were a bubble

Frame me up on your walls, to keep me out of trouble

Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation

Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation

Too many war wounds and not enough wars

Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores

Too many sharks and not enough blood in the waves

You know I give my lover a four letter name

- Irresistible - Fall Out Boy

Valeskacest/twinleska:

I'm the paper cut that kills you and the priest that you ignored

I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made

But fuck all your plans, I'm bored

"And can't you hear that scratching?" I ask your eyes

- That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

You say you're a good girl, I say you're a liar (I say you're a liar)

How could such a good girl, love a vampire? (Love a vampire)

Kisses aren't enough, I wanna bite through you

I would never lie to you, I would never fool you

- your favorite dress - Lil Peep and Lil Tracy

Jerome:

Lifestyles of the rich and the famous

They're always complainin'

Always complainin'

If money is such a problem

Well they got mansions

Think we should rob them (rob them)

- Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous - Good Charlotte

Hard days made me, hard nights shaped me

I don't know they somehow saved me

And I know I'm making something out of this life they called nothing

I take what I want, take what I need

They say it's wrong but it's right for me

I won't look down, won't say I'm sorry

I know that only God can judge me

- The Young and the Hopeless - Good Charlotte

Aaaand I alternate these to whichever ship I feel like in the moment lol:

You're my enemy and my remedy

But if you're not gonna bleed for me, go (Go)

Said he likes crazy girls

But he hates when I act crazy

It takes two to toxic

You've been getting to me lately

I know I can be destructive in the things I do

Will hurt you, and might make you hate me

But I'll still love you

- Crazy Girls - TOOPOOR

Like some kind of sadist

I think that he likes to see the pain in my eyes

He knows that I'm lovesick

He kissed me and promised I will be alright

We both know it's bullshit

The longer I'm with him the less I'm alive

- 911 - Ellise

I have so many more, (literally an entire Spotify playlist dedicated to these three), ESPECIALLY FOR JEROME OMG ahem... Sorry. Not really. If you want more random lyrics lemme know and I'll make a part two!

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands!

B4R1: The Extinction

That Funny Feeling:

"20,000 years of this, 7 more to go"

London Calling:

“The song is all about the world tearing itself apart through war, famine, and disasters. The sound intensity lends itself to a feeling of danger. At the end of the song, there is a repeating "SOS" (the international distress signal) in Morse code, implying an outgoing call for help at the end of the world.”

Lyrics below the line!

That Funny Feeling:

I can't really, uh, play the guitar very well Um, or sing, so, you know, apologies

Stunning 8K resolution meditation app In honor of the revolution, it's half-off at the Gap Deadpool's self-awareness, loving parents, harmless fun The backlash to the backlash to the thing that's just begun

There it is again That funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again That funny feeling That funny feeling

The surgeon general's pop-up shop, Robert Iger's face Discount Etsy agitprop, Bugles' take on race Female Colonel Sanders, easy answers, civil war The whole world at your fingеrtips, the ocean at your door The livе-action Lion King, the Pepsi Halftime Show Twenty-thousand years of this, seven more to go Carpool Karaoke, Steve Aoki, Logan Paul A gift shop at the gun range, a mass shooting at the mall

There it is again That funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again That funny feeling That funny feeling

Reading Pornhub's terms of service, going for a drive And obeying all the traffic laws in Grand Theft Auto V Full agoraphobic, losing focus, cover blown A book on getting better hand-delivered by a drone Total disassociation, fully out your mind Googling "derealization," hating what you find That unapparent summer air in early fall The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all

There it is again That funny feeling That funny feeling There it is again That funny feeling That funny feeling

Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon You wait Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon Just wait Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon You wait Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da Hey, what can you say? We were overdue, oh But it'll be over soon You wait Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da Hey, what can you say? We were overdue But it'll be over soon You wait Ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da

London Calling:

London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come outta the cupboard, ya boys and girls

London calling, now don't look to us Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drownin', and I live by the river

(London calling) to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holdin' out and draw another breath

London calling, and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking, I saw you noddin' out London calling, see we ain't got no Hyde 'Cept for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, an' I, I live by the river

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Now get this

(London calling) Yes, I was there, too And ya know what they said? Well, some of it was true (London calling) At the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? (London calling)

I never felt so much alike, alike, alike

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Most-Listened of January 2024

[last month]

Yeah, winter officially hit this month. Half of December was too Finals to be winter, and the other half was me reflecting on the year in music (so lots of 2023's most hard-hitting songs, which weren't exactly cozy winter music!). But in January, the snowy-gray-won't-leave-the-house mood actually hit--and I think it shows in this list (prepare yourself for LOTS of gloomy folk)! There were so many exciting releases this month, though, even though I couldn't muster up all that much energy about them--I'm really excited to see how the Sleater-Kinney, G-IDLE & Andrea Santiago albums will age!

1 . Boy's a liar Pt.2 -- PinkPantheress, Ice Spice

Yeah I sooooo get it now!! Like I don't fully get the lyrics, but it's so charming that I don't care! It's peak girl-next-door sweetness :)

2. BDH - Acústica Versión -- Bely Basarte

The first time I heard this, I wrote down: "Now THIS is how you do layered harmonies, cowards." I stand by my assessment—this is proof that acoustic tracks aren't boring, at least not when you give them a soundscape as beautiful as this one!

3. Tanta adrenalina -- Bely Basarte

This reminds me of the summer I was obsessed with Chung Ha's "California Dream"—even in January, I need some light, fluffy house in my life! (And yes, you can see that my Bely Basarte phase has kept going strong from last month!!)

4. Big Black Car -- Gregory Alan Isakov

I am a sad boy <3 (HOPE WAS A LETTER I NEVER COULD SEND !!!!)

5. Lost On You -- LP

I've been watching Loudermilk this month, and when I heard this song in the end credits of an episode, I instantly went to find it online. It's so wonderfully desolate, especially with those vocals... and the soft jingling of the guitar... *happy arm wave*

6. Southern Star -- Gregory Alan Isakov

Can’t stop singing this one—the melody is pure magic!

7. When the Party's Over -- Faux Paz

I like the original version better, but I'll never get tired of Faux Paz, either!

8. Ungrateful -- Megan Thee Stallion, Key Glock

Saw @shyreol post about this, and I'm so glad I decided to check it out (thank you for sharing)!! I'm absolutely obsessed with the hook—instant comfort song!

9. The Healing Game -- Van Morrison

Loudermilk part 2. This one hasn't even been played in the show yet, as far as I know, it just gets quoted by one of the characters—and deservingly, because these lyrics hit HARD. (And now I can cross 'liking a new Van Morrison song' off my music bucket list for the year—thanks, Loudermilk!)

10. Lalalala -- Stray Kids

This one has lost most of its appeal after a few weeks of listening, but it was very good noise to keep me sensory-happy during some rough weeks (and that ‘lalalalala’ hook is still great)! We'll see how it ages, I guess!

11. The Fall -- Gregory Alan Isakov

Speaking of Stray Kids, Isakov's lower register in this song is GLORIOUS.

12. Soldier, Poet, King -- The Oh Hellos

Believe it or not, I hadn’t heard of this one before December! It’s so good tho :)

13. What's Love -- Empress Of, MUNA

This sounds like the best parts of nighttime—it’s a little more muted than most synthpop these days, but it manages to stand out with just how ethereal it is! The production really just gets more beautiful with every listen—okay, maybe I just have a thing for vocoders…

14. La isla de Lesbos -- Javiera Mena

I don't really remember listening to this one in the past month? But I'm not mad about it being here—it's a classic in my book, because I can never say no to sparkly house music!

15. Smiley -- Yena, Bibi

An instant shot of energy, every time!! So glad I finally added Yena to my stan list, her music soooo deserves it!

Five-Star Songs This Month:

Ungrateful -- Megan Thee Stallion, Key Glock

Hell -- Sleater-Kinney (i mentioned how excited i was about this album right?? i love the texture of this song i love how it go grrrrr i love the line “hell is just a place that / we can’t seem to live without” !! i have a very good feeling about this one helping me get through the year SCREEEEEE)

BDH - Acústica Versión — Bely Basarte

Certainty -- Big Thief (this is what love is to me btw like i realized this month that i don’t think any other song has captured it better so here we are) (YOU LAY BESIDE ME / SLEEPING ON A PLANE / IN THE FUUUUUTUREEEEEEEE)

Was I Just Another One -- Gregory Alan Isakov (i listened to this allll the time in 2020, but i ended up developing a new appreciation for its atmosphere this month like good god i’m in awe GLOOMY FOLK GLOOMY FOLK IT IS A WASTELAND IT IS IMMACULATE EEEEEE !!)

[highly-opinionated-art]

We've reached the halfway point of 2024, so you know what that means- album of the week art part 2!

(2024 part 1) (2024 part 3) (2024 part 4)

Lyrics featured, and albums they're from, under the cut

Week 14: "the lovers with umbrellas always pass me by" is from the song Rain, from the album Freedom Child by The Script. Pretty lame album, I was a bit disappointed.

Week 15: "you're simply lost" "you poor unfortunate soul" and "don't think I didn't notice" are all separate lines from the song Holy, from the album White Noise by PVRIS. I liked this one a lot, it was really good

Week 16: "we all assume the worst the best we can" is from the song Muddy Hymnal, from the album The Creek Drank The Cradle by Iron and Wine. This was my mom's recommendation- when you really sit and listen, it's a deeply hurt and upset album! I liked certain songs but taken altogether it wasn't my favorite

Week 17: "I'm picking up good vibrations" is from the song Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys. Found out during this week that the original SMiLE album project was never finished, so I split this week between Smiley Smile, Brian Wilson presents SMiLE, and The Smile Sessions, all of which have this song on them.

Week 18: "timekeeper, the days are rolling by // timekeeper, tell me I'm going to be alright" is from the song Timekeeper, from the album The Lion, The Beast, The Beat by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. Also really really enjoyed this album. Yes it's Homestuck fanart, no there's nothing you can do about it

Week 19: "wake up tomorrow and try again" is from the song 2 Best Friends, from the album Intellectual Property by Waterparks. Good album, though it doesn't top Greatest Hits, imho. But I had this song stuck in my head a lot.

Week 20: "to my burning heart" is from the song Will Anybody Ever Love Me?, from the album Javelin, by Sufjan Stevens. Youngest sister's recommendation, little bit of a weird album but I didn't hate it

Week 21: "a rising dream or a falling star?" is from the song Lonely Girl, from the album M!ssundaztood by P!nk. Loooove P!nk, but finding out that she's from Philadelphia through a song where she starts singing about gun violence, specifically in North Philly, was wild (I currently live in North Philly)

Week 22: "I had a dream you were two towns from me // got to sleep, spent the whole night running" is from the song Two Towns From Me, from the album 3 Rounds and a Sound by Blind Pilot. Middle of the road album but I like this song a lot

Week 23: "don't forget, we won't forgive" is from the song Fucked Up Kids, from the album Forever Halloween by The Maine (which was definitely not as good as I hoped it'd be)

Week 24: "there's no need for anger, there's no need for blame // there's nothing to prove, everything's still the same" is from the song Farewell, Angelina, from the album of the same name by Joan Baez. Actually I think Bob Dylan wrote the song but I don't know if her version is a cover or not. Joan Baez is another mom recommendation, I like her voice a Lot, but I'm pissed that I fucked up the illustration so badly, ugh

Week 25: "you're not alone, I repeat, you're not alone", is the very intro to a song called Tamagotchi, from the album There Goes The Neighborhood by Kid Kapichi. One of those blessed instances where I went to see a concert and ended up loving the opener, too- I saw Kid Kapichi open for Nothing But Thieves last year and now I listen to them regularly, recommend

Week 26: "can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord?" is from the song In The Air Tonight, from the album Face Value by Phil Collins. 'Why did you put the question mark there' because I wanted to. Next question. Is it a good album? Eeeeehhhhhh. He did his best work for Tarzan and Brother Bear and that's just facts.

As for the art, I know some are better than others, but I'm still having fun and have NO intention of stopping any time soon!

[alexeishostakoff]

the champion (of the people who don't believe in champions)

for @valmcras

gamora is the greatest champion sakaar has ever seen.

she's undefeated, merciless, a blur of green and metal as she whirls across the battlefield, sword elegant in its brutality and motions confident, sure. there's no one like her, never has been. they can't match her style, her ability.

her rage.

sakaar is the home of lost things, and gamora has been lost for a long, long time, since she stole a ship from her father's men and flew until the engine died, died, died.

she drifted in space, for awhile, rations low and desperation high, and then - and then.

some would say she was lucky, to land on a planet like this, where she can thrive.

some would say otherwise.

gamora doesn't care much, can't. nothing matters except the winning, the surviving. it's not much, but it's a life.

and people love her here. they adore her. it's been a year, and she's still not used to that. she’s not sure she ever will be. she can numb everything else out, but not the love. it’s too foreign. it will always be too foreign.

even loved, it’s lonely.

that comes with being the last of your kind, really - it’s a constant isolation that pricks at her skin, even in a crowd. it’s a pain that leaves her eyes burning and terrifying, more angry or more sad no one can ever be sure.

someone once said that if you live long enough, you can see the same eyes on different people’s faces.

the same eyes.

the grandmaster introduces gamora to scrapper 142, and it’s like staring into a mirror.

there’s a tense pause, gamora’s gaze locked onto hers from across the room, every one of her nerve endings on fire, and then - the scrapper breaks the odd, aching peace, knocks back a swig from the bottle of alcohol she seems to carry with her everywhere, demands more money than she deserves from the grandmaster, and leaves.

just like that, it’s over.

just like that.

she doesn't expect to see the scrapper ever again, doesn't expect to feel the burn of her eyes just one more time, doesn't want to, really, doesn't want the unsteady footing, the unchecked change.

but since when has she ever gotten what she wants? since when has the universe worked in her favor?

they meet. they drink. they spar.

gamora calls her scrapper; scrapper calls her champion.

there's no sweetness on sakaar. there's no sweetness between them. that's something they couldn't dare, wouldn't risk.

and yet. gamora's smile is a little softer, the scrapper's laugh is a little warmer, and there are a hundred thousand other things they shouldn't do, shouldn't say, that happen anyways.

it shouldn't be a surprise, though it still is, when scrapper pulls gamora into her arms for the third time that week, mirror image wildfire eyes sparking with something gamora hasn't seen in years, and says, "call me brunnhilde."

gamora hesitates, calculates, risk assessment running through her head.

"only if you'll call me gamora."

a kiss works to seal the deal.

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

HCs for G1 Bumblebee, Optimus, Starscream, and Arcee with a human s/o who loves singing

(Seperate)

(Author's note: I headcanon that cybertronians are naturally good singers. I don't know why, i really don't lmao)

(Also most of this will be focused on vocaloid as the music genre. Srry lol)

Part 2

Bumblebee

Boi is amazed. Blown away. Stunned.

Can ya blame him tho??

Just frozen in the doorway as he walked in on ya singing

"Sweetspark, you never told me you can sing!"

If you're shy about your voice, don't worry he understands, hes the same.

Small duets, just you and him

If you're not shy about your voice, it inspires him to get over his shyness and yall end up walking the Ark while quietly singing and harmonizing.

Sing Kikuo songs for him, he'll be really surprised when he finds out what the lyrics mean. 🤣

He will question your overall mental health though.

"...wait- thats what that means?? But wha- why is it so catchy- are you okay??!"

Really fun ^^

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows, there are times when he comes back extremely sad, tired, or damaged

Just lay him down and sing somethin for him, he'll feel better in a matter of minutes.

You might even put him to sleep

Pls bless this beautiful bot with your voice, it really keeps him going. Especially after a long day.

Optimus Prime

He's impressed to say the least

Turns his audio receptors off and back on, is he hearing this right??

He listens for a while before he says anything.

"My dear spark, what a wondeful voice you have.." he gets closer and takes both your hands into his, then gives you a kiss. "May I hear you again?"

He's so romantic about it aaaaaaaaa

Often times he finds himself humming along to your catchy little melodies

Earth music is fascinating to him, its similar, yet so different

Optimus won't show it but he gets hyped whenever you hit a high note.

He supports you all the way and will never pass up a chance to hear your amazing voice

Starscream

Never though he'd fall in love with a human in the first place but here he is.

Taken aback when he hears you for the first time, no way, a human??? Sounding that amazing?? No way!!!

"...huh.. i wasn't aware humans could sing too.. and dare i say, yours is the best i've ever heard!"

Nobody else gets to hear you, only him.

He keeps you for himself, your now his personal songbird

He loves the little intricate melodies that spill out of you, he just can't help but listen.

Loves Kikuo and Maretu songs. Loves how sad, dark, and negative the energy they give off is.

Starscream isn't much of a musical one himself but he'll hum along, maybe even harmonize if he's feeling up to it.

If you're shy, he'll help you try overcoming your stagefright. Yes he may be evil, but hes not an abusive lover, he doesn't stoop that low. Thats not what love is.

He may be evil, but he supports you.

"You're mine.. my songbird. Nobody can have you, not other humans, not the autobots."

Arcee

Shes so sweet aaaaaa-

When she walks in on you singing, she just stops, sits down and waits for the song to end. A round of applause is given afterward, along with lots of kisses

"You sound amazing, Sweetspark! Music to my audial fins."

If you're shy, she'll understand even though shes the opposite of shy.

She usually goes quiet any time you sing. She just wants to hear you. Nothing else.

There are times where she'll join in though, and oh. my. GOD!!! You two are literally perfect.

Hearing you relaxes her so much. She just adores you.

Arcee's expression just lights up whenever you hit a high note.

Very proud of you. 10/10 lover 💗

Thanks for reading, yall

Unfortunately requests are still closed.

[anika-ann]

BABE OR BABE TIME - You're about to cross the street, but you're listening to music, so absorbed in your favorite song that you don't notice a car speeding towards you. Someone yanks you back onto the sidewalk. One headphone swings out. He introduces himself - who is he? Andy Barber or Steve Rogers?

Hi 💖

Sooo, I'm late with these babe or babe, buuut. This is totally a Steve the hero scenario for me, Andy will forgive me. And hopefully so will you for being late...

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 1200

Warnings: like one swear word?

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Steve hates the new ages – he hates that people don’t pay attention to anything but their phones anymore; heads down in an angle that has to make their necks hurt, he’s sure of it. But that’s not what bothers him.

It’s that he always wanted to do the right thing and to fight for the little guy and—what has become of society that doesn’t even look up from the screens to notice that a little guy might be in a need of help?

Yeah. Forget neck pain – this kind of behaviour hurts the whole damn humanity. And yes Steve is aware that he is biased perhaps exaggerates a little – but it’s been barely a month since he woke up in the 21st century and everything is too much and not to make excuses, but he deserves to be cut some slack.

He looks around a lot when he’s out, but, if he’s being honest, he keeps his head own a lot too.

He keeps his head down now, drizzle falling into his locks, carefully combed into what is probably an out-of-date hairstyle. About as out-of-date as he is and it shows too – here he is, on the street in a rain, but despite the rain being light, barely anyone is on the usually busy street, people opting for staying shielded from the raindrops.

Despite having his gaze glued to the pavement, only glancing up to see if the light changed so he could cross the street, he sees it.

The human form, hunched over their phone, tapping on the screen, absently humming an unfamiliar tune. Peripherally, he sees her glance up briefly and start walking, ignorant to the fact that yes, the light has changed, but from her left, a huge shadow is speeding in her direction.

Steve’s feet and arms are moving before he even registers what’s happening – two steps and his hands shoot up.

As he yanks her back by her shoulders, she yelps, her back nearly crushing into his chest with the momentum he created – he forgot his strength in the heat of the moment.

And boy, is he heating up, a flare of anger in his chest, because that’s exactly that, not paying attention to what’s happening around and he wants to scold her so bad for being reckless and nearly walking into a damn traffic, even if the car was supposed to stop at the red light.

Her warm body is spinning in his embrace and he instantly lets go, a polite curse on his lips--- it dies in his throat.

She’s looking at him, all wide-eyed and lips parted in the prettiest embodiment of shock he has ever seen and for the first time in a month, Steve feels an unbearable itch to grab a pencil to capture the moment.

One of her earbuds fell out of her ear, dangling off her shoulder onto her chest, Steve’s enhanced hearing catching the playful tune and hopeful lyrics perfectly suited to the weather.

But there's one thing I know

The blues they send to meet me

Won't defeat me, it won't be long

Till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head

But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red…

Steve doesn’t know if he believes in fate – but in that moment, he’d swear it exists. Instead of ‘what the hell are you doing’, something else entirely leaves his lips.

“Are you alright?!“

Her mouth does not close – if anything, her awe only seems to intensify as she blinks frantically, still staring at him without a word. Maybe he did pull her too harshly and hurt her?

“Ma’am?” he adds, mindful of softening his tone, eyes searching her face frantically, telling himself he does it because he’s worried and not because she’s… really pretty to look at.

She finally snaps from her trance, her hand landing on his right bicep, clutching briefly.

“Uhm, yes. Yes!Thank you!” she blurts out, letting out a nervous laugh, eyeing the road where she nearly met her fate – but fate sent Steve into her path, clearly to stop her from walking right there. “Wow. Thank you, seriously.”

Her eyes travel up and down his body and Steve suddenly feels self-conscious of what he’s wearing. He likes his checkered shirt and his high-waist pants, but he’s well-aware of the fact that once again, he looks entirely like the man out of time and it bothers him. Because a pretty girl – woman, a beautiful WOMAN – is assessing him and he finds himself wanting her to like what she sees.

He gulps, his cheeks probably dusting with pink – if feels like they are – and his chest warm for a different reason then anger. It’s a gentler feeling and one that seems so foreign. But a good foreign.

And the woman is looking at him expectantly.

“Of course!” he says quickly, his cheeks positively burning now, but it’s worth the quick smile that passes her lips. His fingers twitch as his brain reminds him that he needsto find a pencil and paper right now. “No problem. Glad you’re alright.”

“Me too. Obviously,” she replies, closing her eyes briefly and shaking her head as if chasing away an unpleasant thought. “This is really bold and I literally never do this, which I guess is what everyone says, but I really mean it, I never ever do this--- but maybe I could, uhm… buy you a coffee as thank you?”

Steve is so absolutely taken aback by the cute ramble and the proposition that it’s his turn to simply stare, the fact that they are probably blocking the pedestrian crossing slipping through his mind.

“Or tea! A cider, maybe? Or it can be a cold beverage! I just assumed that because of the weather— forget it, this is so stupid, I’m sorry-“

She spins on her heels, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath and almost darts straight into that damn traffic again, not even checking if the light is green.

Steve’s breath catches as he automatically grabs her again before the sweet babbling creature can be turned into a pancake.

She halts in her steps due to Steve’s fast reflexes, cars speeding three and half feet from her own feet and her whine of “oh my goooood” is somehow the most adorable thing Steve heard.

Perhaps the modern times and technology aren’t at fault here – it’s her. The woman is just a human disaster.

A beautiful disaster.

Steve’s not sure what possesses him to do it, where the boldness comes from – perhaps it’s the ghost of his cocky best friend, Bucky, whispering in his ear what he should say next. And Steve listens.

“I guess that’s twice now. A coffee and a pie then?”

And to his utter relief and awe, the woman glances over her shoulder, a hand she has covered her face with in embarrassment falling down, replaced by a brilliant smile.

“You got it, Mr. Coffee ‘n Pie…”

Steve finds himself returning the smile, prompting her to finally cross that damn street, his heart in sync with the tune of the song that is still playing from her fallen earbud… and for the first time in a month, it seems like the 21st century isn’t the worst thing that could have happened to him.

…Crying's not for me

'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I'm free

Nothing's worrying me…

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This just... happened. Oops.

thank you for reaching out💕

P.S. somehow the formating keeps glitching and I don’t know what to do about it, so sorry

[missmitchieg]

Luke was clearly badly hurt by the thought that 25 years on, Bobby had changed his name, took credit for all of Luke's music and seemingly forgot entirely that Luke, Alex and Reggie had ever existed in the first place. He was hurt by someone he thought was his friend and, knowing how being abandoned and forgotten felt, very much did not want to do that to Julie. So he didn't.

Like, when he talked about becoming a legend like Dave Grohl (who as far as I know from Wikipedia, had not done solo stuff at that point), it was always a "we", "us", and "our" thing. He's the lead and his friends are by his side with him and that's just how it is. He talked about Sunset Curve being in the Hall Of Fame. Never Luke Patterson, the solo artist.

Just take a look at the Now Or Never lyrics and it will reaffirm that.

Countdown 'till we blast open the top

But we don't get older, no Kept on climbing 'Till our stars collided

And all the times we fell behind

'Cause we're still rising Up right now And even if we Hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

Clocks move faster 'Cause it's all we're after now

Won't stop climbing 'Cause this is our time, yeah

It was always going to be Sunset Curve rocking the charts and ruling the world together.

Until his, Alex, and Reggie's deaths. Then the four-piece band became a three-piece band.

We gotta get, we gotta get ready

Whoa, this band is back Whoa, this band is back

We gotta get, wanna get, we gotta get ready

Until joining Julie And The Phantoms. Then it was going to be the four of them rocking the charts together. I mean, just look at their lyrics.

Together I think that we can make it Come on let's run and

Rise through the night, you and I We will fight to shine together

Life is a risk but we will take it

We're no liars, so we say what we wanna say

So we push all our fears away

And you're a part of me

Been so long and now we're finally free

We're all bright now What a sight now Coming out like we're fireworks

Marching on proud Turn it up loud Cause now we know what we're worth

We know we can make it We're not falling down under

We come bouncing back We all got a second act, inside of us

I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own

'Cause we're standing on the edge of great

We all make mistakes But they're just stepping stones To take us where we wanna go It's never straight, no

Sometimes we gotta lean Lean on someone else To get a little help Until we find our way

So of course he was never going to say yes to Caleb's deal. Like, sure, taking the deal would mean fame, recognition and all that, but he only wanted that if he got it with his friends.

All of his friends.

That includes Julie now. So of course he was going to do everything to apologize to Julie after ditching the dance and hope to God they could regain her trust, and of course he was going to resist Caleb's enticing arguments and outright reject the man.

Because Julie's his friend. Julie, who he felt comfortable to just hand over Bright to, just hand over his entire journal to, just let her watch him sing his apology to his parents, all vulnerable actions, is his friend.

Because Caleb's not his friend. As much as Caleb tried to act like it whenever he talked to the guys during The Other Side Of Hollywood, he's not a friend. He's just some guy that's sparkly and puts on a flashy show.

All of this to say, Luke was just a teenage boy who wanted to play music with his friends.

[pikapikapikaachuu]

'Cause I like You

Genre :Roommate AU, S2L

Pairing :Changbin x reader

Tw : Reader goes through breakup. Scene in hospital. Minor Swearing. Not proof read.

Wc: 2.5K

An: I tried my best to relate the para to the lyric. More 3k is pending but I'm a lil demotivated so posting my drafts. May or may not write a pt2.

Listen to: cause I like you by Changbin and Felix

1.There's no other reason, I like you

When I watch you smile, there's nothing more I could ask for

Cause I just like you

It was a bright Sunday morning, you had your breakfast in a cafe, cheesecake and green tea. You had to check out the new place you found online. Your new possible roommate was going to show you the place. You booked a cab back home to escape the moon sun. You always believed in making first good impressions so you wanted to change before going. It was all going fine until 12:13. It was a call from the hospital which messed up your near to perfect weekend. You changed your location. Its your boyfriend and you must get as soon as possible. While on the signal you see a florist right beside the footwalk. You check the signal again 2:15. Can you make it? They would love if you brought flowers right.

"I ll come back in a moment" you said to the driver and rushed to the store "a bouquet of blue orchids please hurry". You quickly payed in cash and returned just in time.

You took long strides towards the room no. the nurse told you. You didn't notice anyone along the way hoping you weren't going to collide. That's why you didn't see the eyes which were moving along with your figure envious of the person you were running so hard for. It was a dramatic entry, you Whipped the door open pausing at the patients in front of you. There were 4 beds but you were only looking at the last one. It wasn't only your boyfriend it was the girl who always pounced on him too. She tensed up seeing you straighting her skirt getting up. A guilty look on her face as she puts the stray hair behind her ear and walks out passing by you like that's the most natural thing. You looked at her narrowing your eyes and continued to glare at him as he slept peacefully on the bed.

"excuse me are you his girlfriend?"

The nurse questioned and you wondered if you were now. " um his other girl - I mean the person who he came with said. Could you fill out these forms"? You toke the writing pad from her and left. You didn't want to cry over boys. But you Couldn't help the tears and before you knew it you broke into ugly sobbing. You composed yourself you knew this would happen but your just too fucking naive. You wiped your stray tears away. Voice still cracking you got up seeing her coming back from the hallway.

"I- I know I shouldn't have done but I'm so sorry what happened was-"

You smirked. You weren't going to be the cliché woman who got cheated on.

"hey hey I don't have interest in that. I guess he suits you more than me. And don't get scared of me" you put a hand over her shoulder. Anybody outside would think you're just acting friendly.

"I won't hold a grudge against you guys. I won't stoop as low as yall" you pressed the writing pad against her and threw the bouquet of blue Orchids you brought for him in the trash can beside. Something inside you switched that very moment you saw ' Ily. Get well soon' card fall in the bin. You were done with this. A simple 'I'm breaking up with you' is what he deserves.

You took confident steps as you started stepping out of the hospital floor when you stopped.

*ring ring* you took out your phone from your bad releasing you got late for your appointment.

"hello I'm so sorry something came up I ll be there as soon as possible. Oh um okay okay thank you."

It was the land lady, your roommate was busy today so she was going to come over to show you the apartment instead.

You really weren't in the mood to go but life goes on yeah.

"its nice and cozy right?" the landlady asked and you agreed not an obligatory yes but a real one the place was genuinely cozy and felt nice and warm.

Except the decor was a bit wild. Mismatched. Put together randomly.

"full time hot water ac is working the electricity is included a modern kitchen you ll have complete privacy in your room."

"I like it. I'm considering to move in. However you see I just got fooled I don't want to be again. So please tell me directly Why's the rent low for such an amazing place ? "

The lady nervously chuckled. As being caught.

"the other one in the room next to yours is my nephew. He's a Rapper does music stuff and it disturbs the other so they leave soon. Noise is the only issue."

"Alright. That's fine with me. My neighbours in the old apartment were pretty loud. Members of frat. So anyway I'd like to Make a payment."

The day was indeed tough. After 2 hours of payment and other formalities you came back to the new place you called home. However you shut the door stepping in your room after taking a long look at the interior. You didnt want to make impulsive decisions after a sad break up. You were going to avoid thinking about it as long as you could.

and what would distract your mind more than cleaning (!) You spent the entire day dusting and arranging your stuff in the not large but sufficient enough space. Closing the door you looked at the door on your right. You haven't met your roommate yet. You just hope they aren't inquisitive and nosy. Bonding with someone is the last thing you want to do. Touching the fabric of couch you wondered if they have bad taste or did they just didn't bother to change the ugly pillow cases their aunt put in. It's 5pm right now and though youre initial goal was to get take away you pick up your handbag from the kitchen table you left it on and make your way out.

If shifting into a new place and breaking up in a single day wasn't impulsive enough you were now buying pastel decor for your shared living room. Shared with a rapper you didn't know. Your excuse was not stereotyping that "rappers like dark".

coming back home you start your redecoration. Point to note you still havent had food.

A white desk flamingo, mini pink vases for both candles and flowers, fluffy white and pink fur pillows, and a light blue checkered rug .Everything going perfectly well with the beige couch in the living room. Pulling up a soft blanket you started how your ending the day contrasting to the start of it. You werent that much attachted to him. He gave you plenty of indications that he's cheating but you were too dumb you thought. Remembering the shiraz cabernet red wine you bought you

Got up abruptly sitting down on the kitchen table bringing up a random clean cup you found. Intentions of drinking with your new roommate as a kind welcome gesture long forgotten.

Running a hand through your hair you drank your nth cup of the alcohol in front of you. Rubbing your face as you cried your eyes out for the past one hour you didnt hear the unlocking of the front door. Completely unware of the new company You were sitting facing the living room draging your finger over the brim of the cup tears slowly sliding through your cheeks as you rub them before they can fall off.

Hitting your back to the chair you now lock eyes with a wide eyed handsome guy. Black hoddie. Gold rimless glasses. Side parted hair. Any girl's dream. You raise your eyebrows as he stands still. Thinking he wasnt informed about a new roommate you bow from your seat. Being sober enough to understand you wont balance standing straight.

"Hi. Im your new roomie" you smile loopsided tilting head right wards.

Changbin couldnt believe his eyes. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 were in front of him. In his house. On the same table he has his meals. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 were there . Drinking .Crying. the same feeling from earlier that day hit him again. The feeling of wanting to hug you and tell you ,you were beautiful and caring and didnt deserve an asshole like your ex. he didnt know you nor the jerk. What he knew was that you deserved the world.

Earlier that day.

" hey han. yeah chan's doing better now. But you come quick. I told him We ll switch duties to watch over the old man so you take the night. I need to go home at night. I got a new flat mate today. I told my aunt to take care of it. Alright. See you later. "

As the phone got disconnected Changbin stepped out of the corner he stood in but quickly backed off when he sensed someone hurriedly running past him. Everything seemed to go in slow mo after that. Him looking at your running figure. The brushing of your shoulder to his. You looking over bowing a little "sorry" your timid voice spoke. A strand of your hair getting in your eye. And Changbin almost felt his hand raising and tucking it behind your ear. You stood in front of the same room Changbin was a few minutes prior. Patting your hair you opened the door with a little more energy than needed. Changbin didn't know why he turned green with envy. Especially when you were a complete stranger. He was jealous of the person you ll go to visit now. Him wanting the same care and attention you gave to that every person. Were they that important to you. Was it your best friend? Was it your partner? He prayed it wasn't the latter. His string of thoughts were broken as he focused more on your face the worried expression turning into a morsed one. You went in regardless. He was glad Chan laid in the same room. He'd get to see more of you. As he entered another girl pass by him and he recognised her to be the girlfriend of chan's hospital roommate. And when the nurse said those words he knew what just happened. He witnessed all stages of your break up. The sadness evident on your face when you entered. The given up look you gave to the nurse. You're sobbing after you left. Yes he was with you all throughout. He stood next you wondering how he ll never get the chance to care for you. To show you deserve to be treated right. To hold you tight.

2.I just wanna ask you about your day

Listening to your stories has become my hobby

Feels like the shortest time of the day

I wanna listen to all your worries

Let me share your load

So you can break free from the heavy burden you've been carrying

Changbin finally recovered from his previous trance and made way to sit opposite you on the wooden chair.

"hi" he timidly said.

"I'm yn" you said stretching out your hand which he gladly accepts.

"seo Changbin aka spearB its my stage name im-"

"a Rapper, landlady told me"

And even though he wants to scream giggle and smile from ear to ear he can't just ignore your tear stained cheeks.

After a long silence of you staring at the glass and him staring at you, you finally broke it " do - do you want a glass. Lemme pour you one"

You looked around trying to find another clean glass. "I ll just grab a beer" he said. "I'm sorry I not like this everyday. I don't drink alot too its just..." How do you even talk to him. You don't want your first conversation with your roommate to be so sad and boring. "hey its okay" he said holding your free hand thats placed on the table. Rubbing circles with his thumb. "I just had a bad break up."

"its just a phase, just an experience learn from it and let it pass by."

It was a small sentence but it comforted you. Especially when you looked up at him and he was already looking at you so gently.

3.You can lean on me until your cloud of worries disappear from your clear eyes

What's giving you such a hard time

I'm serious, I'd rather hurt instead of youSeeing you smile makes me happy

Even though you look the prettiest when you smile

When you just wanna cry, don't fake a smile

The evening sunset hitting your face as you enter your shared apartment after work. Dropping down your bag in your room you head over to the bathroom washing up deciding if you should have quick noodles or whip up some Waffles. The bell dings and you wonder if Changbin has ordered anything but except a

Changbin roomie: 'are you going clubbing ? I'm coming early. Movies? '

There wasn't any other text.

Rubbing your wet hands on your pj's you open the door expecting a delivery man? A neighbour? The milkman? Well anyone except a face which put you in horror too shocked to move you froze holding the door half open.

"did you really think you could break up with me over a small text?"

"I - how did you-no why the hell are you here?" you got over the initial shock and quickly turned cold ready to hit the door on his face.

"it was a piece of cake" he raised the hand holding a white bag the letters reading 'cake shop'

"now-"

You tried to close the door but he was faster quickly obstructing it by his foot

"now" he said with more force

"let's have sweet cake and talk about our sweet relationship" he stepped inside moving to sit on the couch. You pulled the door wide open and pulled the bag to which he retracted a few steps.

Throwing the bag out you demanded

"get the hell out. I don't have anything to talk"

"don't make me the bad man yn let's just talk" he hissed pulling your hand harshly.

You struggled to free yourself off his hold. His grip getting tighter. He cupped your face squishing your cheeks in process. "I like you yn alot. I'm sorry I won't cheat on you again okay?"

You punched his nose and he dropped you. He held his nose as his vision got blurry. You dragged him in an attempt to get him to leave. However he regained hitting your head while you fell to the side." trust me yn! " he barked. You looked up at him disgusted, tears had started swelling. He slowly bend over cupping your face gently. But the loud terrifying silence broke "what the hell is going on?" yelled a familiar voice. You peeked through your ex's side and saw Changbin standing near the door. The confusion on his face disappeared once he saw the tears now rolling down your cheeks. Now face red with anger in a flash your ex was off you now lying beside in pain. Changbin knocked him off. "are you hurt?" he asked, voice full of concern. "who the hell are you? We're a couple we don't need an outsider!" he was about to get up but Changbin hit his stomach and he fell grunting loudly. "you are fucking trespassing the next time I see you here or anywhere near yn I swear you I'll send you to jail!"

"Thank you " you muttered. Rushing

into the bathroom collecting you're thoughts together.

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