#and i've not heard him sing it before

[bredforloyalty]

someone in the comments saying that it's obviously gonna resonate more (emotionally) if the guy who wrote it is singing it

[six-sticks]

another happy birthday to the best of the best <3

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Guhhb. I need someone to lose my mind to right now. I ocould say a mountain of text but also. Nothing. Mhnvjvg. I. The voice actor for Axlerod- Eddie Izzard- I love listening to her comedy sketches I really do. I could go on about all her stuff but I love her things she is brilliant. Uh. And of course the reason I looked her up ages ago was because I wanted to hear just more stuff as Axlerod right. Wanted to hear Axlerod say more stuff cause she doesn't change her voice or anything when doing his voice right. But most her sketches are all on Amazon Prime, there's like two up on YouTube. But. I recently learned that she has a Spotify? ?and. She uploads some of her comedy sketches there. Which I think seeing them with video is best because the gestures and like things that she does during them is really good and adds to it but I will not complain for a minute about podcast format, nonetheless because with as much as I like her stuff I'd be better of me to just buy a CDs of all her stuff than repeatedly do a subscription for them. Anyway. That's all brilliant and fantastic cause I love her stuff and I get to hear it as Axlerod. And I don't know why but sometimes when I listen to her stuff my brain like... doesn't pick it up as Axlerod? Which it's the same exact voice. But sometimes she'll say certain things and it'll really hit me. And that's important for my second bigger thing.

So I decided to go back and listen to her sketches on Spotify again because I was looking for a particular bit but I don't know which act it's from(not that I mind going through all of them anyway) and I decided okay. Just so I keep track of which I have and haven't heard I'll start at the very bottom/with the oldest and work my way up. Which I discovered some other really really cool and awesome things there that maybe perhaps I'll just save sharing it for another day. But there were some like. Music things? That she was featured in? Like compilations of a bunch of artists that got together and did things and okay I just scrolled to where her name was at and it said she was doing it with another artist and I listened to it and I was like hm... I feel like I'd super recognize hearing her sing, no? I mean I've never heard her sing before and I am desperate for that perhaps for blatant reasons becuase. Axlerod. So I was like maybe I can look it up and see a video of it. And I felt a little bit better cause okay she didn't sing I didn't completely fail myself by not recognizing her voice. But oh. Oh. She was DOING THE PIANO. The piano. That's fantastic. Didn't know she played piano in any capacity. Maybe I will project that onto Axlerod in some time we'll see.

Now. Hold on. It gets better. So I go to the next seperate thing she was featured in, completely different compilation. Also music centered. Scroll down looking for her name. It seems to be from some other movie thing but whatever. Ah. Her name is by itself now. Perhaps I. Will hear her sing. Now. As I mentioned earlier sometimes my brain has the distinction between hearing her and Axlerod and I don't know why cause it's the same exact voice. Maybe it's the way she projects her voice or a slightttest inflection that makes the difference. Mm. Auto correct is saving me right now. I click on the Spotify thingy. Funky music starts playing that I can't explain ya just gotta hear it. Not funky as in silly bouncy but funky as in like 80s-90s funky. Like the villian is doing a swagger walk up to the protagonist with a fiendish grin like they're about to sing their entire plan and destruction. I have never seen whatever film this is from I have no clue what takes place in this darn thing. Ah. I don't know how to explain it but. Yes she does sing. And this is the most Axlerod sounding thing ever. Good grief man. Oh my days. I think it's cause in the movie Axlerod is mostly projecting his voice and doing speachy sort of things so hearing Izzard speak in a more relaxed tone my brain is still connecting the wires. But in the song she is projecting her voice more so it is there more. And I'm pretty sure if you watched me you would see it in my eyes. I could be put in a glass cage in a zoo for enrichment for others to watch right now. Pausing every five seconds and replaying it cause I want to savor this I don't want it to end. I wish there was a word for this. It's him it's him he's doing the thing guys.!!*×&#$>'w828. W. Same vibes. Same vibes. I'm going to lose it.i have to pause or else I will actually explode and erupt. Start screaming and shouting and jumping up and down and flailing and shaking my arms and my hands and running around and falling to my knees.

[ripoffyourhalo]

Can we please appreciate “Every Breath You Take” on Crowley’s playlist?

The song itself is rather unsettling! but not so much when we make Crowley sing it. His POV turns the heebie-jeebies into something adorable and heart-wrenching.

We know he loves to watch Aziraphale eat, speak French, goof around and just generally exist. That’s a part of his love language -- Admiring. Making sure his Angel is content. Hiding under an awning and staring into each other’s eyes. 

On the less positive hand, he’s left behind, watching every step Aziraphale takes towards the elevator, watches him break the “vow” of being on their own side, fake the smiles in front of Metatron... “Oh, can’t you see? You belong to me.” You don’t belong to Heaven, just like I don’t belong to Hell. We’re a group of the two of us. I belong to you, you belong to me. My car, everything that’s mine, belongs to you. Your bookshop, everything that’s yours, belongs to me.

We might also approach this in a different way. Since we don’t really know what direction Crowley is going to direct his grief, he might observe every move Aziraphale makes in Heaven, either to prepare countermeasures if the angel falls for Heaven’s manipulation, and/or to make sure Aziraphale is safe and sound.

And then, of course, the bridge is a very real possibility for what Crowley feels after this season. If he goes to a cafe or a pub in the first ep of s3 we might hear the bridge in the background. You know. Just to be dramatic. (and make him feel worse)

[earl-grey-crow]

✨pond theories✨

[bright-eyed-sinner]

I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

[kazumi-himura]

🍪 Diplomacy

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Baby Saja x Huntrix's member!reader

Synopsis : Amongst all the members, you're the quietest, biggest cookie lover maknae in Huntrix. Everytime chaos unfold, you just.. stare floors, or empty space. Except this time, a man— no, a demon, caught your big, doey eyes 🥺.

Warnings : Fluff :D, crack, backflash at the start, Abs flexing at nothing, Romance winks (?) at nothing (is this even possible lol), Jinu and Rumi being luv birds, Zoey stealing glances at Mystery more than she should (implied xd), Mira being an angy sister >:(.

Enjoy :D

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You don’t know why Rumi dragged you here.

You're not a fighter. You’ve never held a weapon in your life. While she and the others train until their limbs ache and their voices shout through wind-split air, you're the one quietly standing in the corner, clutching a half-wrapped cookie and hoping no one asks you to chant anything.

But she heard you.

Earlier today, in a forgotten hallway of the temple, you were just passing time—humming to yourself, thinking no one was listening. A soft, wordless melody. Something gentle to fill the silence.

Rumi stopped in her tracks. Looked at you like you'd just opened a door she’d been banging on for years.

“That’s your voice?” she asked.

You nodded, cautious.

“Good. You're coming with me.”

You blinked. “But I’m not—”

“You’re not a hunter. I know,” she said, impatient. “That voice of yours? It’s— something i've never heard before. If you can sing like that when the Honmoon flares, you’ll save lives. So. Come.”

And just like that, you stand—on sacred ground, wearing borrowed boots, wrapped in a team jacket that still smells like sage and fire powder.

You’re the fourth member of Huntrix.

The maknae. The quietest one.

Not a hunter. But a voice they believe in.

So when the others step forward to fight—

You stay just behind.

And sing.

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The rooftop is tense. Magic crackles in the air like neon static, swirling with the residue of both sound and sorcery.

Mira points her polearm with dramatic flair, “You parasite boyband wanna weaken the Honmoon? Not on our setlist.”

Zoey’s already got her daggers out, muttering diss tracks under her breath like a curse, that would probably got her cancelled if it was released.

Even Rumi—ever graceful, ever composed—tightens her grip on her sword, glaring across the divide at the shimmering silhouettes of the Saja Boys.

And in the middle of this K-pop–infused showdown…

You stand still. Like this: 🧍‍♀️

No dramatic poses. No blade in hand. Just... a cookie, in hand.

A soft choco-chip one. Slightly warm from your hoodie pocket.

Because while your members are bickering and preparing to fight— you are staring directly at one of the demons.

More specifically, him.

Baby Saja.

He wasn’t talking. Just standing with one hand in his pocket, lazily watching the others argue, his bluish eyes catching the light. His soft bangs framed his puppyish eyes, and for a demon, he looked oddly… edible?

No. Huggable. That’s what you meant.

Sparkles bloom in your eyes like "✨🥺✨" as you lock onto the maknae of the demon band. He’s standing just behind Jinu, arms crossed, eyes hooded and mildly bored— until he notices you staring.

From inside your hoodie, you pulled out your ultimate weapon.

A cookie.

Not a magical one. Just… a soft chocolate chip cookie wrapped in napkin. Your personal emergency snack.

While Mira threatened to decapitate Abs, Zoey argued with Romance, and Rumi is having a glaring contest with Jinu, you walked.

Silently.

Directly toward The Baby.

The arguing dimmed as the Saja Boys noticed your movement.

Jinu blinked. “Wait, is that the fourth one? I thought there were only three—”

“She never talks,” Romance whispered. “Maybe she’s a summon.”

“She’s… approaching Baby,” Mystery said slowly.

You stopped in front of Baby.

Your eyes, huge and glimmering, met his.

Wordlessly, you held up the cookie like a solemn peace treaty.

"🍪"

The air stills.

Everyone— including the demon king Gwi-Ma, possibly— pauses.

Baby blinks. Once. Twice.

Then he slowly walks past his members, ignoring Abby’s “Dude what are you—” and Romance’s theatrical scoff of “Bro she’s literally a Huntrix—”

He crouches slightly in front of you, peering slightly judging at your face, your expression unreadable except for the bright glimmer in your eyes and the way your fingers gently present the cookie like it’s a sacred relic.

"Is this cursed?” he mutters. It’s awkward. Confused.

You shake your head. Of course not, you love 'em cookies too much to waste even one of them.

He reached out, his slender fingers grazing just slightly against yours.

You blush, then smile. Barely. Just a small twitch of your lips. And then you hand him a second cookie.

“Extras,” you say softly.

Behind you, Mira yells, “Y/n! Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

You do not respond. You’re too busy watching Baby eat the cookie with suspicious caution.

“You’re the maknae?” Baby asks after chewing.

You nod once.

“…Same.”

...

There is a beat, until you take out your own cookie to munch. Twin munching now.

Rumi sighs dramatically. “This is ridiculous. Are we fighting or not?”

Baby turns slightly and deadpans to his members, “I'm sitting this one out.”

“What?” Jinu growls.

Baby shrugs. “I’ve been offered peace. And sugar.”

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey just gawked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Jinu nudged Baby.

You stand in silence. Like 🧍‍♀️ but softer now. Maybe 🧍‍♀️✨.

And just like that, the first meeting between Huntrix and Saja Boys dissolves into chaos, confusion, and... cookie crumbs.

[ozzgin]

It is the 19th century and you are returning home by ship. Before you embark, you happen to find a glowing shell abandoned by the docks. It seems that the sea creatures are searching for it. Or maybe it's something else they're interested in. content: gender neutral reader, violence, dubious consent, based on Return of the Obra Dinn

January 1802 What's the matter with me, I wonder? As if my luggage wasn't heavy enough already, I had to drag around a big shell of sorts. Found it by the docks while I waited for my ship to arrive. It has a strange glow to it, this shell. Can't quite place it.

January 1802 Cheeky bastards! The seamen are such a flirt. From the moment I stepped onto the main deck, a handful of them haven't dropped the whistles and stares. One of the topmen - I recall he's Scottish? - he's been pestering me about the ship. "I'll show ye around, can't find a better guide," he says. His mates laugh and clap to his petty attempts.

February 1802 Some of the sailors are dying from lung illness. I was on the orlop deck, playing cards with the three Russians, when the surgeon rushed to one of the cabins ahead. "If it was contagious, we'd all have it by now. Damned if I know what it is, or where it comes from," I could hear him groan. I wondered out loud if I might catch it myself, but then I noticed one of 'em rascals trying to cheat the cards. February 1802 I saw it again tonight. Ever since we launched from Falmouth, as soon as the sun sets, there's an eerie glimmer in the distance. It reminds me of this damned shell. Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Oh, the sea is so terrifying in the dark. There's nothing but black stretching all around. My window is low; whenever the waves break against it, the wooden walls let out a groan that awakens me from the deepest slumber. Surgeon gave me pills to sleep. The creaks of the ship sound like a weeping maiden. February 1802 I think the cursed glow is getting closer. I couldn't sleep anymore, so I snuck onto the main deck. Scotsman found me wandering towards the bow, so he quietly hoisted me up by the waist. I thought he'd tell the Captain, but he sat me on the lower rigging, next to him, and we listened to the waves. I was afraid I'd fall off, but he kept a steady hand on me. I wish I could tell him about the light stalking our ship. Would he think I'm mad?

February 1802 Second Mate returned today on a small boat. We heard shouts coming from upstairs, so we rushed to see what was happening. Bosun had his pistol readied next to the Captain, and the sailors lifted the cargo from below. I thought I was dreaming at first. Some creatures, unholy beings, were caught in the net. They had the body of a human, but thick, fish tails covered in spikes. One of the Formosan passengers muttered something in Chinese, and some of the tail spikes suddenly pierced him dead. The old Miss next to me fainted on the spot, and the stewards urged us to leave. Right before I turned, I noticed one of the beasts pointing at me. It had a monstrous grin on its face. Oh, what a sight! The Scotsman guided me away, but I can't forget those eyes. Was it malice? Such an intense stare, burning straight into my soul. Now that I'm writing all this, a memory has come to mind: the creature had the same shell as mine, dangling from its neck.

February 1802 The pills no longer work. I can't rest anymore. Every time I close my eyes, I hear its wretched voice, calling me from the lazarette. That's where they locked those sea monsters. It sings nonsense, blasphemous lies. We're not fated soulmates. I've nothing to do with those devils. I should've never picked up the shell. I can only pray we reach land soon.

March 1802 God, oh God, what disaster has befallen us? I don't have much time. The gun deck is in shambles, more than half the crew dead. Underwater beasts have crawled their way up our ship; strange humans with spears, saddled on top of crabs larger than I've ever seen. The poor midshipman, oh, a young boy! He set himself on fire to stop the nightmarish fiend. Threw the lamp across the floor, and the flames swallowed both of them up. I scrambled up on the main deck, but there was no peace to be found; colossal tentacles sprawled around the ship, pulling the rigging apart, tearing humans like insects. The Captain's wife was struck by a falling pillar, I saw her crumble right before me. Scotsman is still alive, but his arm is missing a good chunk of it. I don't know where to find the surgeon.

March 1803 They left. They took the last boat, I only found out this morning. I tried to join them, but one of the sailors stopped me. "Witch," he shouted at me, "the beast down by the cargo hold screams your name. You must've called it here, brought this curse upon us." I don't know what he's talking about. Tonight I'm going to the lazarette, I can no longer bear the calling. This blasted fiend, oh, he's ruined me. I'll rot on this wreck. Mother, I don't think I'll ever reach the shore.

Your steps are hesitant as you tiptoe your way around the dried blood and debris, until you reach the locked chambers. The door is bent and folded away, as if hit by a great force. You do indeed notice the round prints against the rusty surface: giant suckers from a blasphemous being.

There he is, the wicked varmint who plagues your sleep! A pale creature is propped up, halfway out of the water, welcoming you with a toothy grin. The shell around his neck glows mockingly.

You throw your own shell at him. The small, ivory object rolls with a hollow thud.

"Is this what you wanted, damned monster?"

"Why, what am I to do with two?"

His voice is harsh and deep, rapping against your eardrums, scratching the inside of your head.

"I've been waiting for you. Can't leave this place without my beloved, can I?"

"There you go again with this nonsense. Villain! Drown me if you must, but spare me your deceit."

His smile falters, eyes narrowing in a frown.

"Is that how you find my love? Some petty lie told by a charlatan? Ungrateful brat, who do you think freed you from their shackles? Who do you suspect has summoned the leviathan, from the deepest trenches of the sea, to save your mortal soul?"

"The kraken left with the storm," you counter as the blood drains from your face. Could it be that you were to blame, after all?

"No, it left after the bargain."

He pulls himself up and sits on the edge of his former cage. You observe his features in mild awe: the texture of his skin, the dark locks of hair reaching all the way to the tail, the spikes breaking out of the thick, hard scales.

"What bargain," you ask fearfully.

"The last ones are free to escape, if they leave you to me."

Why, your horrified expression is not quite something he expected. Surely one must feel relief once their freedom has been guaranteed. And not just any kind of freedom - you've been returned to your soulmate.

He's spent weeks chasing the currents, trailing the faint glow in the distance. He hasn't stopped once, tail pushing forward to the promise of a reunion.

Yet, you seem unsure. Perhaps his approach has been too hurried, too nonchalant. You need a little bit of convincing, and he happens to be a master of courting.

His thorax suddenly expands, and you can almost hear the twisting sound of his ribs cracking and breaking under the pressure. A sweet voice rolls out of his mouth, a song you've never heard before. Your heart pounds tremendously, threatening to burst out of your chest, and a foreign panic floods your senses.

Despite your desire to flee, your lids are heavy, eyes slowly closing. Through your lashes, you can discern the beast crawling towards you, the same defiant grin plastered on his face.

It's time for you to come home.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the non-mc significant other of lead guitarist! Sylus.

"The usual?" You have the owner a smile and a nod. "You're late, it's already the four and last set." The pub owner spoke, preparing your drink. "That's because Sylus doesn't know I'm here. It's a surprise." You wink at her.

Imagine engaging on a conversation with the owner, the one you are actually close with given the fact that Sylus and the boys were the one that introduced you to her. She was a lovely lady with a bit of mystery around her. Keeping yourself occupied as you wait for the band to come into the stage.

Imagine preoccupied with your catching up with the owner, you did not notice that they were already on the stage. It wasn't until you heard a familiar strumming of electric guitar that you knew very well who belongs to that made you pause mid sentence and look at the direction of the stage.

Imagine being excited, its been a while since you have seen the boys, let alone your lover perform, having your own lives to begin with, you were quite busy nowadays, so now is the perfect time for a surprise. You even picked up a very unique guitar pick on the way here, designed just for him. He have been complaining about his old ones, ones you are pretty sure he could easily replace, nonetheless it was as if he was giving you some sort of hint.

Imagine the way you look back at the owner, only to see some sort of complicated look on her face. Soon enough you knew why. "Honey, why you calling me so late?" You knew that voice. "It's kinda hard to talk right now." You knew that fucking voice. "Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?" It felt like the world stop, but it didn't. In fact, it continues. Painfully. "I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud"

Imagine, Sylus was never the best singer. There was a reason why he was the lead guitarist and not the vocalist. But the thing is, when he tries, when he tries hard enough. He really singings well. You have heared him, even laugh at him. But of boy did you love him singing. When he sings it was always full of emotion. Like unwritten stories yet to say and unfold. Like hidden feelings waiting to be heard. He only singing when it's important. He only sings for you. Or so you though.

"It's funny that you're calling me tonight." You watch silently, at the side the way he looks in the crowd. Then his eyes soften, "And, yes, I've dreamt of you too." You knew you shouldn't have followed his gaze, you don't want to get hurt nor confirm anything, but you still did. And boy, it fucking hurts. "And does he know you're talking to me? Will it start a fight?" There he was looking at her, MC. "No, I don't think she has a clue."

Imagine, you always wonder why they broke up. They were so perfect for each other. But then again, that was all in the past? Right? You knew Sylus loves you. You knew he does, but you also knew that she was there first. Before you there was her. How could you even compare yourself to her? She was well loved my everyone, heck, even you could tell how much of a lovable person she was. That's why you always wonder, why you? Still, Sylus always made you feel like you were enough. But you aren't really sure anymore.

"Well, my girl's in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you." She laughs, exchanging words with her friend as she sat there in front, eyes never looking away at Sylus. "I guess we never really moved on." Sylus was looking at her softly, he was looking at her with something in his eyes.

Imagine you found yourself back to all those years ago. Amongst the crowd as you watch the two stare at each other. You felt like a bystander as you did all those years ago. "It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, It sounds so sweet" When Sylus sings, it holds a meaning. It means this moment, this very moment is important for him. "Coming from the lips of an angel. Hearing those words, it makes me weak."

"I need to go." You do not know why you felt awfully calm, heart beating wildly at your chest makes you wonder why. "I'm s-" You just raise a hand and smile at her. Funny it felt numb when your heart literally have broken into tiny little pieces. "I'll come back to my tab later." "And I never wanna say goodbye."

Imagine the way you slowly make it out of the pub. Your heart weighting heavily on your chest. Taking every bit of you strength to prevent yourself from crying. Dragging your feet as you walk and took a deep breath to compose yourself. "But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful." You did not look back, you don't want to. And finally, you grab a hold of the door and push it. "With the lips of an angel." And so you were out the door.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: Sana all bakasyon na, sabaysabay tayong mag dusa.

[mx-flint]

WHYY is almost every single song a love song can't we sing about something else for a change???

[pedroscurls]

forever, with you (one-shot)

summary: you tell joel how you really feel... during karaoke night at the tipsy bison. and to your surprise, he does the same.

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ ONLY, MDNI) established relationship, alcohol consumption, joel is singing y'all (i think that's the only way he knows how to express his emotions), joel lives!!!, grinding, heavy make-out session, groping and hair pulling (both from reader and joel), cowgirl, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, no use of y/n. word count: 4k a/n: so sad that there's no more tlou and no more joel, so the only way to fix that is to write ;) anyway, i've been listening to a lot of country music lately and every time i do, joel's always on my mind lol. these two songs came on and this idea just couldn't leave my head. so please enjoy and if you like it, leave a comment - it really does make my day <3 (also the song in case you didn't know will forever be the song that reminds me of joel bc it just fits him so well.) fyi - this isn't proofread, just wrote this in like 2 hours and wanted to post it lol songs: how do i live by leann rimes | in case you didn't know by brett young

“When are you gonna sing for me?” you ask him, batting your eyelashes up at him as he’s leaning against the counter of the kitchen island with a mug of coffee. 

“I don’t sing,” he answers, bringing the mug to his lips. Joel moves his gaze to you and lets the corner of his lips lift upwards at the sight of you. He loved his mornings, especially since you had moved in. It was easier to fall asleep with you next to him and he loved waking up every morning with your body curled against his own. 

“Liar,” you pout. “Ellie told me that you wanted to be a singer when you were younger.” 

“Doesn’t mean that I can sing.” He sets his mug down and then moves an arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you between him and the kitchen island. Joel smiles when he feels your arms snake around his neck, lacing your fingers at the nape of his neck. 

“But you play guitar,” you answer. “You’ve got this whole cowboy vibe going on and—”

“Baby,” he chuckles. “Just because m’from Texas don’t make me a cowboy.” 

“Are you saying you don’t identify as a cowboy?” 

“Well, no, I ain’t sayin’ that.” 

“Ah, so you do think of yourself as a cowboy?” 

“Okay, enough of that,” Joel says, leaning down to press his lips along your neck. He hears you giggle quietly, wrapping your arms tighter around him. 

“There’s a song I heard the other day… Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” You grin mischievously. 

Joel pulls back to look down at you, eyes darkening at your implication. “Don’t start, baby. I gotta be on patrol in ten minutes.” 

“How about tonight then? Can you save me a ride?” You wink, moving a hand to cup his cheek. You brush the pad of your thumb across his facial hair, biting your lower lip. 

“Tease,” he growls. “I’ll save you a ride as long as we skip karaoke night.”

“No,” you shake your head. “We’re going to karaoke night and then I’ll ride you, cowboy. Sound like a deal?” 

Joel narrows his eyes and moves a hand down to squeeze your ass, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “Fine, but I ain’t singin’.” 

You move your hands to his chest and grip the lapels of his jacket. You pull him flush against you. “Deal. Now, you gonna give me a kiss before you go or just grab my ass—”

“You are feisty this morning, baby.” Joel chuckles, leaning in to press his lips firmly against your own. He wastes no time in moving his lips with your own, feeling your fingers card through his hair. He lets out a low groan when he feels you tug on his lower lip, pulling away slowly to look down at you. “Okay, gonna have to stop or else I’m gonna miss my shift.” 

“Yes, sir,” you tease, gently pushing against his chest to give yourself some distance. “I’ll see you later, cowboy.” 

Joel nods, leaning back in to peck your lips. Neither of you had been able to say those three words—both afraid that admitting what you both already feel will somehow make things more difficult, more scary. You both had lost people that you loved and cared about, and neither of you can ever fathom losing each other. 

“See you, baby.”

Later that night, you’re leaning against Joel—laughter echoing the Tipsy Bison with other patrons. You’re both sitting at a table with Tommy and Maria, Ellie and Dina, and Benjamin sitting on his mother’s lap. Joel smiles to himself, keeping his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders as he looks around—contentment and peace overcoming him. 

You’re nursing your second glass of wine and Joel stares down at you, getting lost in the sound of your laughter and the way your smile meets your eyes. He never thought he’d ever get another chance at this—at having a family—especially not in this world where it seemed to take everything from him. 

Joel leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple and it causes you to look up at him with a smile that only seems to be reserved for him. His hand brushes along the back of your shoulder as you snuggle up close to him. 

“Hi, cowboy,” you whisper. 

“Hey, baby. You havin’ fun?”

You nod, moving your hands to rest over his lap. “I’m gonna sing.”

“You’re what?” 

“Alright, who’s next?!” Someone exclaims, holding the microphone in the air. Joel looks down at you, eyes slightly wide and his head shaking already. You stand up and raise your arm in the air, grinning down at Joel who looks visibly shocked and concerned. 

“Baby, what are you doin’?”

“I told you—I’m gonna sing.” You walk over to the front stage and take the microphone, swaying slightly on your feet as you point at Joel. “This song… It’s dedicated to my man over there.” 

The entire table hollers and cheers, causing Joel’s cheek to heat up as he clears his throat uncomfortably. Everyone’s looking at him now, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. My man—a sense of pride pools in the pit of his stomach as you announce to possibly the entire town who you belong to and the corner of his lips lift upwards. 

Tommy and Ellie look over in his direction, grinning to themselves at the look on Joel’s face. He shifts in his seat when the music starts to play—How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes—he knows that song anywhere and he feels his breath catch in his throat. He doesn’t know if you can sing, but that doesn’t matter. The words of the song—the meaning behind it—shakes him and has the tips of his fingers itching to reach out for you. 

Because yes, he loves you too. 

So fucking much that it scares him. 

Just as much as it scares you.

“Joel, baby,” you begin, your voice echoing throughout the entire Tipsy Bison. “I just want you to know that I love you. Have loved you… and will always love you. So, this is for you.”

You grip the microphone—liquid courage coursing through your veins. All you can see is Joel and everyone else just fades into the background. You just told this man that you loved him for the first time in front of the entire town and it terrifies you—what that means now—and the possibility of ever losing him.

How do I Get through one night without you If I had to live without you What kind of life would that be?

Joel’s brows shoot upwards at the sound of your voice filtering the entire room. You can sing and it just makes his heart beat even faster. He feels Ellie gently wrap a hand on his shoulder and he brings his own hand to rest over it. Momentarily glancing away from you and to the younger girl, he smiles—truly smiles—and Ellie whispers. 

“Holy fuck, she can sing.” 

“M’surprised too,” he answers. 

“Now you have to sing too.” 

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs, pulling his eyes away from Ellie to look back at you as you continue singing. Your eyes never leave him and he can see the way it glistens with unshed tears. 

How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go? How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

You slowly walk over to him and Joel straightens up in his seat. His eyes move along your frame and once you’re close enough, he reaches out for your hand and you take it without hesitation. Slowly moving to sit on his lap, arm draping over his shoulder, you continue to sing as you stare directly into his eyes.

Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky There would be no love in my life There'd be no world left for me

Joel’s arm wraps around your waist as he keeps his eyes focused solely on yours. He wasn’t usually the type of person who liked to publicly display any kind of affection, but right now, he doesn’t care. He’s fueled by those three words that have since echoed in his mind—you love him too. 

Please, tell me, baby How do I go on if you ever leave? Baby, you would take away everything, I need you with me Baby, don't you know that you're everything good in my life? And tell me now

He reaches up with his free hand to cup your cheek as a fallen tear slides down your cheek and hits his thumb. Joel nods in understanding as he stares into your eyes—he knows you’re scared too, knows now what this means. The fear of losing you to this world—it scares him too. 

How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live? How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live?

The song slowly comes to an end as you lower the microphone to wrap both arms around him, burying your face against the crook of his neck. Joel smiles to himself and holds you tightly to him, hand slowly rubbing your back as the microphone is taken from you. 

“Well, that’s gonna be hard to top,” someone says with a quiet chuckle, speaking into the microphone. “You’re one lucky sonofabitch, Joel.” 

Joel nods in his direction before he gently pulls back to look at you, hand still cupping your cheek. “That was one surprise,” he whispers. Everyone else’s attention diverts away from the two of you once another person begins singing. 

“I blame it on that second glass of wine,” you smile nervously. “And you don’t have to say it back. I just—”

Joel interrupts you by leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. “You amaze me, y’know that?” he mumbles, pulling away slowly. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?!” Ellie exclaims and you climb off Joel’s lap to sit back in your seat next to him. She’s grinning at you, arm draped over the back of Dina’s chair. “Now you and Joel definitely need to start a band.”

“Well, he doesn’t sing,” you tease, leaning back against him. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“He’s lying. He sang for me once.” 

“Ellie—” Joel begins.

“Oh, he did?” you ask, brow arching. “Was he any good?” 

“You know, he didn’t sound like shit.” Both you and Ellie erupt into a fit of giggles and Joel can’t help but smile to himself. Despite him being the main center of the teasing, he didn’t mind. You and Ellie had always gotten along and having you move in with them just made everything feel complete—like you had been the missing puzzle piece in both of their lives. 

“He used to sing all the time,” Tommy chimes in, grinning over at Joel. “He always had a guitar draped around him, singing songs he’s made up… All the girls loved it. Ain’t that right, big brother?” 

Joel rolls his eyes as he brings the glass of beer to his lips and takes a long swig. “That was a long time ago.” 

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’ve sung for other girls, but you can’t sing for me?” you tease, biting your lower lip. 

“Ain’t like that,” Joel answers. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because he loves you,” Tommy and Ellie say simultaneously. “Those girls—he just wanted to sleep with ‘em. But you… Well, you’re different,” Tommy adds. 

You grin broadly, staring up at Joel who won’t meet your eyes. You lean up and gently kiss his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. You finish your glass of wine and Joel finishes his beer. He kisses the crown of your head and stands up from the table, pointing at the drinks. 

“I’ll get us all a refill.” Joel squeezes your shoulder and disappears into the crowd to walk towards the bar. He glances over his shoulder to see your attention focused on Dina and Ellie, laughing to yourself as he feels a pang in his chest. He knows he has to sing and there’s a lingering nervousness that sits in his belly. Joel walks over to the emcee of the event and whispers into his ear, the younger man grinning and nodding. 

After a few minutes, the music stops abruptly and the lights dim until it shines only on the front stage. With a shaky breath, Joel steps onto the stage and takes a seat at the stool, reaching for the guitar as he looks down at it. This was his comfort zone—playing guitar and singing. 

“Oh shit, it’s Joel,” Ellie whispers. 

Your eyes widen and you look over at the stage, the light illuminating his presence as he adjusts the microphone in front of him. Then, he speaks into it.

“Guess I can’t have my girl showin’ me up,” he says with a quiet chuckle, his voice filtering the room. “So, baby, this is for you. I know it ain’t easy loving me, but I thank God every day that you do.” Joel begins plucking the strings on the guitar expertly, a small smile lining his lips. “And I just—I want you to know I love you, baby. More than you’ll ever know. You and Ellie—you saved me.” 

Joel leans back and away from the microphone to take a deep breath, his fingers moving along the guitar as he glances down to watch what he’s doing. You glance over at Ellie who’s grinning so broadly as she reaches for your hand and you squeeze it tightly. Tears sting your eyes as you watch him, his singing voice now echoing the entirety of the Tipsy Bison. 

I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind But I didn't And just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say But I couldn't I just couldn't Baby I know that you've been wondering Mmm, so here goes nothing

Joel then looks up to lock eyes with you. His lips lift upwards as he continues to play the guitar, continues to sing. Everything else around him but you fades into the background and all he can see is you.

In case you didn't know Baby I'm crazy bout you And I would be lying if I said That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long long time ago In case you didn't know

Joel doesn’t look away from you. The smile that lines his lips remains, his dimple on his right cheek appearing almost instantly. He’s overcome with so much emotion and he wants so badly just to take you away from here and back home to give you the love and care you deserve. 

All of the things that I've been feeling Mmm, it's time you hear em You've got all of me I belong to you Yeah, you're my everything

Joel continues singing as he now sheds a couple of tears. He continues to pluck the strings of the guitar until the end of the song and the lights turn back on. Everyone in the Tipsy Bison stands up and claps as he sets the guitar back on its stand, his ears and cheeks burning up at the sight of praise everyone in the town is giving him. 

He pockets his hands into his jacket as he steps off the stage and walks directly towards you. You stand from the chair and meet him half way, arms immediately snaking around his neck as Joel pulls his hands out of his pockets to rest on your waist. You stand on your toes and peck his lips, hands running through the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“I love you, baby,” Joel whispers. 

“Take me home?” you ask quietly, holding him close to you. 

“Yeah, let’s go home. I did promise you a ride,” he smirks. 

Both you and Joel don’t get home until an hour later—not wanting to look suspicious amongst the rest of the group. The lingering touches, the soft kisses in between… Joel needed you just as badly as you needed him. Ellie had told the both of you that she would be spending the night at Dina’s, giving you and Joel much needed uninterrupted time. 

The moment you both walk inside, Joel pulls you to him, arms snaking around your waist as he lowers his head to press his lips firmly against your own. You whimper against his lips, feeling him walk you further back to the couch until the back of your knees hit the soft cushions. Pulling away from him briefly, you look up at him and turn him around, hands pressing firmly on his chest as you push gently. 

Joel falls back against the couch with a quiet grunt, legs spreading wide as his hand reaches for your own. Gently tugging you down, you straddle his hips and wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. 

“So, you love me, huh?” you tease, rolling your hips against his own as you brush your lips against his. 

“Yeah, baby,” Joel grunts. “I love you… so fuckin’ much.” 

You grin, fingers carding through his hair as you feel his hardened bulge beneath you. A quiet moan escapes you as you close your eyes. “I love you too, Joel.” 

He growls at that and brings one hand to your hair, pulling you against him as his lips crash against your own. Joel moves his lips urgently against your own—messy and rushed, desperate and fueled by need, by relief that you feel the same way he does. His other hand rests on your hip, gripping it tightly as he darts his tongue out to flick against the roof of your mouth. You gasp and feel his tongue slide past your lips, tangling it with your own. 

You reach down to bunch up your skirt to your waist, the wetness pooling between your legs and staining your panties. You brush your clothed sex against the fabric of his jeans, his bulge hard and prominent underneath you. He growls and moves the hand from your hip to your ass, squeezing it tightly into his palm as he urges you to rub against him faster… harder. 

You pull on his hair, causing his lips to pull away from yours as you stare at him. Dark eyes filled with lust stare right back at you as you tug on his hair again, causing him to tilt his head back, exposing the length of his neck down to his chest. You let out a quiet groan, leaning in to brush your lips across his jawline and down to his neck. Joel’s eyes flutter as he keeps his hand entangled in your hair, feeling your teeth graze his skin. 

“Fuck,” Joel whimpers. “Gonna cream my fuckin’ pants if you don’t take me out right now and sit on it,” he growls. 

A loud gasp escapes your lips as you gently bite down on the side of his neck, wrapping your lips around the mark and sucking roughly. He bucks his hips into your own and tightens his grip around your hair to pull you back and away from him. He stares up at you, licking his lower lip hungrily. Joel feels you move back against his knees, giving you enough space to reach down and undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He lets out a sigh of relief when you lift yourself enough for him to push down his jeans and boxers to his ankles. 

You clear your throat at the sight of him—so hard, so girthy, leaking already with precome. 

“You wanted to ride a cowboy?” Joel whispers lowly. “Then take me for a ride, baby.” He reaches down and pushes your panties to the side, running the tip of his finger along the length of your sex. He growls to himself, a smirk lining his lips at the feel of your wetness. “Oh, baby—I’m gonna slide right on in, ain’t I?” 

You nod, lifting your hips and taking a hold of his length. You stare deeply into his eyes as you brush the head of his member against your sex, eyes fluttering at the feel of him brushing against your opening. “J—Joel…” 

“I got you, baby,” Joel nods, hands placed on your hips as he slowly lowers you onto him. 

Once he breaches your opening—the fat tip of his length sliding into your tight, wet heat—your eyes flutter, forcing your eyes to remain open. “I love you,” you whisper breathlessly, slamming your hips down firmly against his own as he fills you to the brim. Your hands move to his chest, gripping the fabric of his flannel as you stare into his eyes. 

“T—This might be my new favorite position,” Joel groans as you begin to lift your hips only to slide back down onto him. His hands move to your ass, gripping each cheek tightly in each hand as he guides you along his length. “Fuck, look at you…” 

You lean forward—forearms resting on his chest as you begin to bounce along his length. Every time you come down, he feels deeper and bigger. You can feel how wet you are, how easy it is to move up and down his girthy manhood. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your ass as he tilts his head back against the couch, your breasts bouncing from beneath the fabric of your fitted white t-shirt. As you slam yourself down onto him, you feel the hair at his base brush against your clit. Yearning for more friction, you lean back and rest one hand on his chest and the other on his knee as your hips roll forward and backward. 

“Oh f—fuck,” Joel growls, eyes staring at your movements. He can feel the pit of his stomach tighten as your walls tremble against his throbbing length. “That’s it, baby… Fuckin’ use me…” 

“Joel!” you moan loudly, the feeling of being so full of him as his hair at his base tickles your clit repeatedly bringing you closer and closer to the edge of release. Your eyes fall shut as the hold on his flannel tightens. “Oh god, baby… I—I’m gonna—”

Joel growls lowly and sits upright, leaning forward as his arms wrap around your waist. He keeps you firmly held against him as he pushes his hips forward once you roll your hips into him, the tip of his length hitting your cervix just right. You release his hold on his knee and flannel, wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly as your body shakes with the orgasm that overtakes you. You can feel your arousal dripping onto him and he reaches down to lift your hips just slightly to give him enough room to piston his hips into you. 

“Fuck, baby…” Joel groans, burying his face against your chest as the sound of his balls slapping against you once he thrusts repeatedly into you echoes throughout the entire house. “You feel so fuckin’ good—like you were made for me… This pussy—it’s fuckin’ mine.” 

Joel feels your breasts bounce against his face as he slams your hips down firmly onto his lap in time with his thrust upwards. You can feel his come paint your walls, filling you warmly as he shudders against you. He rolls your hips forward and backward slowly, panting heavily against your chest. You keep a tight hold on his shoulders, hands playing with his curls at the back of his head as you breathe heavily—body still sensitive and trembling. 

Joel slowly ceases your movements and pulls back to look up at you—a dazed and truly fucked look on your face with a small smile lining your lips. 

“I think I like riding you,” you whisper, leaning in to peck his lips. 

“I think I like you ridin’ me too,” he agrees as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek. 

“I love you, Joel,” you say quietly. 

“I love you too, baby,” he answers without hesitation. “Forever sounds really good with you,” Joel admits. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, it does.” 

[harrysfolklore]

i am having severe future wife withdrawals ,, please spare crumbs 🤲🤲😔

a little something to end the day! here lando and our russell girl are around 20 👀

"I am not jealous," you mutter, aggressively organizing papers that don't need organizing.

"Really?" George says smirking. "Because you've been glaring at Lando's new girlfriend for the past hour."

"I have not," you protest. "I've been working."

"Right," he drawls. "That's why you've sorted that same stack of papers three times."

You flush, setting the papers down. "I just... don't think she's right for him."

"And why's that?"

"She laughed at his papaya orange jacket," you say defensively. "Everyone knows he loves that jacket."

George raises an eyebrow. "You hate that jacket. You told him it looks like a traffic cone threw up on him."

"Yes, but I'm allowed to say that. I'm his..." you trail off.

"His what?" George prompts, looking far too amused.

"His friend," you finish lamely. "And friends can make fun of each other's terrible fashion choices."

"Uh-huh," George grins. "And this has nothing to do with the fact that she's sitting next to him right now? Where you usually sit?"

"No," you say too quickly. "Why would that bother me?"

"I don't know, sister dear. Why would it?"

You're saved from answering by Lando's laughter drifting over from where he's sitting. You try not to look, but your eyes betray you.

He's showing her something on his phone, his new girlfriend pressed close to his side where you usually sit. She's pretty, you note bitterly. All blonde hair and perfect makeup and designer clothes.

"You're staring again," George sing-songs.

"I am not," you snap. "I'm just... concerned. As a friend. She seems very... clingy."

"Unlike you, who only sits in his lap during hang outs?"

"That was one time!" you protest. "And there weren't enough chairs."

"There were three empty chairs."

"Well... they were uncomfortable chairs."

George laughs. "You're ridiculous. Just admit you're jealous."

"I'm not—" you start, but cut off as the girlfriend's high-pitched giggle carries across the garage. "Did you hear that? Who laughs like that? It's so fake."

"Not like your laugh," George says innocently. "You know, the one Lando always says is his favorite sound?"

You flush deeper. "He doesn't say that."

"He literally said it yesterday. Right before he went on about how your eyes sparkle when you're happy and how cute you look when you're concentrating and—"

"Shut up," you hiss. "Someone might hear you."

"Would that be so bad?" George asks more seriously. "Maybe if someone heard, they'd finally tell you both to get your heads out of your—"

"George!"

"I'm just saying," he holds up his hands. "You've been in love with each other since you were teenagers. Everyone knows it except you two."

"That's not... he doesn't..." you sputter. "He has a girlfriend!"

"A girlfriend he's known for two weeks," George points out. "As opposed to you, who he's been half in love with since he was sixteen."

"He has not."

"YN," George says patiently. "He tells everyone you're his future wife."

"As a joke!"

"Is it though?" George raises an eyebrow. "Because he sure doesn't look very happy right now."

You glance over again to see Lando looking distinctly uncomfortable as his girlfriend tries to feed him something from the paddock café.

"He hates being fed," you say without thinking. "He says it makes him feel like a baby."

"And you know that because...?"

"Because I'm his friend!"

"Right," George smirks. "Just his friend. Who knows all his likes and dislikes and sits in his lap and makes him laugh more than anyone else and—"

"Don't you have something to do?" you cut in. "Like, I don't know, your actual job?"

"This is more fun," he grins. "Watching my baby sister pine over her future husband."

"He's not my future husband!"

"Yet," George winks. "Give it time. And maybe stop glaring at his temporary girlfriend before someone notices."

"I'm not glaring," you mutter, but you force yourself to look away. "And she might not be temporary."

"Please," George scoffs. "She laughed at his papaya orange jacket. Everyone knows that's a deal-breaker for Lando."

Despite yourself, you smile slightly. "He does love that hideous jacket."

"Almost as much as he loves you," George says casually, dodging your swat. "What? It's true. Just wait - I give it two weeks before he realizes no other girl compares to you."

"You're delusional."

"We'll see," he sings. "But when I'm right, I expect to be best man at the wedding."

"There's not going to be a wedding!"

"Yet!" he calls over his shoulder. "Yet!"

You shake your head, trying to focus on something else. But your eyes keep drifting to Lando, his girlfriend is now taking selfies with his helmet.

"He hates people touching his helmet," you mutter to yourself. "It messes with his pre-race routine."

"What was that?" George's voice echoes.

"Nothing!"

"Sounded like jealousy to me!"

"I'm not jealous!"

But even as you say it, you know it's a lie. Because the truth is, you are jealous. You're jealous of the way she can touch him freely, of how she gets to call him her boyfriend, of how she's sitting in your spot next to him.

Not that it's really your spot. Because you're just his friend.

Right?

Two weeks later, when Lando breaks up with the girlfriend and immediately comes to curl up in your lap complaining about how she never understood him like you do, you steadfastly ignore George's knowing smirk.

[currrentfixations]

jealous — park hu-min

based on this request!

pairing: park hu-min (baku) x musicianfem!reader

genre: fluff. bc i didn't want him to be deadass jealous LMAO

word count: 1.3k words

note: not a very creative title but trust it makes sense 🙏 bc i'm loosely basing it off the lyrics of jealous by nick jonas. also sorry if anything music related is wrong, i tried my best to not get anything wrong 😔

masterlist!

you stood on stage, bright lights shining in your face. the auditorium was completely silent, waiting in anticipation for you and your bandmates to begin performing.

3. 2. 1.

you and ji-woo began to play the electric guitar, whilst the hee-won was playing the drums and mi-ran was singing.

each riff booming through the speakers it was connected to, while your fingers moved across the strings effortlessly, like you were born doing this.

screams began erupting from your audience — full of students who had come from surrounding schools, just to watch your group perform. you could hear bits and pieces of what was being shouted at you and your members.

"you're so beautiful!"

"everything about you is so angelic!"

"be my girlfriend!"

"just one chance please!"

the comments continued to come, but they were difficult to comprehend over your music and the yelling. your eyes surfed the crowd until they landed on your biggest fan — your boyfriend.

park hu-min, your boyfriend and childhood best friend. you locked eyes with him, your grin widening. giving him a subtle wave, you continued to focus on playing.

as your set came to an end, you took out your in-ear monitor, making it easier to hear what was being said.

"___ marry me please!"

"___ i've told my mum about us!"

you playfully rolled your eyes, none of those comments affected you unless they were from your boyfriend. laughing, you and your bandmates thanked everyone for coming and supporting. taking your final bow, you walked offstage.

as you packed your guitar away, you told the girls that you'd be heading out now. a line of moans and groans followed, this had been the second time you were bailing on the dinner after a set. it had been a tradition, from the very first set til now, you'd always went for a celebratory dinner.

you blurted a quick apology, hoping they'd understand.

as you were walking out, you were stopped multiple times. either being complimented — "___ you're so pretty" — or flirted with —"___ i'll treat you so well!".

you appreciated everyone's support, but sometimes the flirting became uncomfortable. many times boys were relentless, not understanding even when you had refused multiple times.

offering polite smiles and rapid 'thank yous', you looked around for hu-min. unable to see your six foot boyfriend anywhere, you headed towards his friend group.

"hey guys!"

"hi ___" the boys replied in a chorus.

"i didn't think you'd still be here ___, i thought you'd be with hu-min" hyun-tak said. that's odd, you hadn't seen him since the end of the set, had he gone backstage to see you?

confused, you told the boys you'd be right back. as you made your way back to backstage, you wondered where hu-min could've gone. upon opening the door, you saw your bandmates who were still packing up and chatting.

"oh hey ___, are you back to join us for dinner?" they asked, their smiles gleaming and hopeful.

"no, sorry —" you said, giving them a sheepish smile. "have you guys seen hu-min, i can't find him?"

after your members denied seeing hu-min, you decided to go back to hyun-tak, si-eun, and jun-tae.

you had noticed that the auditorium was empty, only confetti and streamers decorating the now empty stage and floor.

"hey gotak, thanks for waiting for me —" looking around, you noticed that si-eun and jun-tae had disappeared, "where is everyone else?"

"they had to go, jun-tae got a call from his grandma and si-eun wanted to go to the hospital to see his friend before visiting hours ended."

"oh okay, have you heard from hu-min? maybe he went to the bathroom like that one time during your volunteer work at the museum."

hyun-tak snorted at your statement. while it was something hu-min would do, you couldn't be further from right.

"he went outside while your fanboys were busy crowding you" hyun-tak answered.

"you jerk, why didn't you tell me before" you said playfully slapping his shoulder.

as you stepped outside, you were met with crisp air. the moon and street lamps illuminating your path. you looked around your surroundings — still no sign of hu-min. growing impatient, you took out your phone and shot him a message.

you [8:18pm]: babeeee you [8:18pm]: where are you? delivered — read at 8:18pm

my idiot ❤️ [8:19pm]: by the basketball court delivered — read at 8:19pm

placing your phone in your back pocket and walked towards the basketball count.

as soon as you saw hu-min's silhouette, you ran, engulfing him in a tight hug.

"did you see me tonight!" you said, bursting with excitement.

"mhmm" was all hu-min could manage to say, his words muffled as you squished his cheeks with your hands.

"i blew a kiss to you at the end, did you see!"

you were eager to hear your boyfriends thoughts. to you, they were the only ones that mattered.

"i did baby" hu-min replied.

you could tell something was wrong, he'd never given you such bland replies after your sets. he'd always rambled about how you were amazing and the best.

"what's wrong?" you inquired, was today an important day? had you missed something he did while you were on stage?

"nothing —" you gave him a quizzical look, knowing he wasn't telling the truth.

"you have a lot of fanboys" hu-min pouted, giving in.

taken aback, you couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriends behaviour.

in your, almost, two years of dating, you never seen hu-min act like this. sure, there were times where he'd gotten angry at guys hitting on you — a matter he often took into his own hands — but he'd never ever pouted and acted like a baby.

"any chance you're jealous park hu-min?" you questioned him.

"no" he shot back. god if his friends saw him right now, he'd never live it down.

you raised an eyebrow at his response. while hu-min had never been overbearingly possessive, he was the type to get jealous on more than one occasion.

"you so are, they were just admiring my talent" your smile widened. it was more like you to act like a baby when feeling jealous, not hu-min. but you weren't complaining, you were enjoying it, any chance to baby your boyfriend.

"i'm sure they were but some of them were asking to be given a chance or marry you, that's my job" he huffed, his chest expanding.

you stared at hu-min for a few seconds, admiring him. you felt lucky, lucky that he'd communicate with you, lucky that he understood you — lucky that your first boyfriend was such an amazing person.

you had heard from your friends turned bandmates, their experiences with previous boyfriends. how they'd get jealous, how'd they blame your friends rather than understanding. you were lucky.

"you are so cute when you're jealous" you said, pinching hu-min's cheek.

"not jealous, more like protective" he rebutted.

"well i don't know if you know this, but i don't really care about having admirers. not when i already have the best one"

"oh really? who would that be?" hu-min asked, copying your quizzical look from earlier, only ten times more dramatic.

"this guy who is super funny, insanely talented at basketball, and incredibly handsome, he just so happens to be my boyfriend" you reply in a teasing tone, shrugging like you had no idea who you were talking about.

laughing, hu-min wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"you don't have to be jealous you know? i only have eyes for you" you reassured him.

"i know, i don't know what came over me" he muttered, defeated.

resting your head on hu-min's shoulder, you whispered "so you agree, you were jealous".

laughing in response, hu-min laced his fingers through yours, tracing small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

sitting in a comfortable silence, the two of you gazed at the moon and stars. you were glad you came to look for hu-min. you cherished moments like these, moments with him.

feel like this wasn't my best work but i hope you enjoyed still 😭

[gay-dorito-dust]

what if the nonchalant saja boys manager actually had dreams of becoming an idol themself, but opt for something more realistic like a manager?

You and the boys were all sat upon the couch, not doing anything in particular then have a lighthearted conversation, when the topic of what you wanted to be had came out of Jinu's mouth.

'Has being a manager always been what you wanted to be, or has there be something else you wanted be but couldn't for any paricular reason.' He asked as all the attention was brought to you as you debated whether or not to tell them, but decided to tell them anyway as where you were right now was still technically within the buissness that you've always wanted to be apart of anyways.

'I wanted to be an idol at one point but decided that i was aiming too high and chose to become a manager instead, still working within the same industry but just completely different workloads.' You told him as you read the expressions upon Abby, Romance, Mystery and Baby's faces and fought against the urge to laugh as they looked just as surpised as each other. Romance was the first to recover and reach to hold your hand as he smiled at you.

'You would've made an amazing idol my dearest.' He tells you earnestly and you scoffed, making him get on the defensive. 'i mean it!' He pratically pouts and you couldn't help but squeeze his hand in thanks.

'I'm not laughing at you for thinking that, never, i apreciate it but just don't think it would work for me in the longer scheme of things.' You tell him as you slumpted back into the couch, easing yourself futher into the space between Abby and Baby as Abby threw an arm over your shoulder and brought you into his side. 'So is that why i can hear you sing under your breath when you think your alone?' He teases and you look at him with raised brows, genuinely thinking that you were indeed alone during those times, but now you were going to think twice before doing so in case you had an secret audience that you weren't aware of next time.

'You heard that? Since when?' you asked him but never got your anwser as Baby now piped up now.

'We've all heard you at some point but didn't choose to say anything as it was obvious that you weren't singing to be heard for any particular reason, you were sining to yourself and for yourself.' He tells you before adding, 'it's good, but i'm more glad you became our manager.' You feel yourself becoming wamrth with the words that were being heaped onto you right now, happy that you were where you were right now and didn't feel as though you were loosing your dream, not when you were very much living your dream but in an alterantive and more realistic way that made more sene for you and your career.

'i'm just glad to be managing you guys, even if you do take the piss sometimes and are often a pain in the ass,' the boys had a good laugh from that, making you smile, 'but you're all my pain in the ass and i couldn't have asked for a better group to be managing then you guys, i truly mean that becuase every day i get to live my dream i've had as a kid and you guys are helping me make that dream come true.' You finished as you felt Baby squeeze your knee and Abby rub your arm as you lean against his side, allowing him to kiss your forhead as you felt the sense of saftey and security wash over you.

'We're glad to have you as our manager.' Jinu replied as he smiled at you, his eyes soft and tender and vulnerable as they looked at you.

'We've been extremely lucky to have you dearest, there's no one we could possibly have wanted as our manager then you, so it truly must've been fate to have you help us get to where we are and hlep you in return whether we knew it or not.' Romance continued.

‘So really we should be thanking you for everything that you’ve done for us and everything you’ll continue to do for us from here on out. We wouldn’t be here without you and your hard work in getting us here.’ Mystery concludes, finishing what everyone had been thinking for a long while now.

You looked from one member to the next and saw nothing but fondness, respect and love for you looking right back at you, making you feel seen and appreciated and proud. These feelings only made you believe that you could do so much more when you were with your boys and that’s all you could ever ask for, is for your work to go noticed and for your dream to come true and go the lengths of which are unthinkable of ever being accomplished.

‘Thank you guys,’ you said, ‘it means a lot but we’ve still got a long way to go yet, so I hope you ready for the next level!’ You added, determined to break records and take Saja Boys up a notch.

‘We’re ready if you are manager.’ Abby said, nudging you softly.

‘Always ready.’ You replied.

[thy1quitcentral]

K pop demon hunters 1

Huntrix vs Saja boys

X Honmoon!NB oc

Part 1

Part 2

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"For generations demons had always haunted the world, stealing souls

Feeding their king

Giving him strength

Gwi- ma

Till heroes rose to rescue

Born with voices that drive away the darkness , singing songs of courage and hope.

They aren't just hunters

They are performers, who's songs ignite the soul, bringing many together. With such connection

The first hunters weaved and created a shield that protects our world. Grasping the moons light, and the ignited souls light, weaved together in perfect harmony

The hon moon

The hone moon, a divine being created from hope, love, song and passion. But most importantly Life.

For generations a new trio is always picked to fulfill the hunters greatest duty.

The golden hon moon

Hon moon was only at their lower stages in its existence. The golden hon moon would transform it's very being into pure light and keep all humans safe and away from demons.

That is it's divinity greatest destiny. "

Celine smiled as she guided all three newly formed huntresses to a garden.

"so this divine being is like hundreds of years old then" Mira comments. "No duh" Zoey exclaims "ah I heard so much about it, are they pretty as you say they are?" She asked excitedly.

Celine smiled "yes, they are. I met them when I was your age, they are quite the being" the woman said fondly.

Rumi hummed, for years she heard about the Honmoon. This Honmoon was only a concentrated form it decided to take, the Honmoon is actually everywhere all at once, they are probably seeing them right now. She felt nervous to meet them.

"well, can't wait. Kinda nervous aren't you Rumi?" Zoey asked, adding more jump to her step as she hugs Rumis arm.

Rumi blinked rapidly and laughed "I am, I kinda been hearing about them for years now" she explains. "Wow and just now you get to see him? You should sew" Mira smirks.

Celine only chuckles as she turns forward, they nearest a gate, pearly white decorated in gold trim.

The light of the Hon moon grows denser and brighter, its threaded form all pointed to one center that was just behind those gates.

"now then girls, best behavior. One must treat this being with respect, it is our world's greatest protector" Zoey grinned stiffly and widely as she talked. Her posture stiff, Mira and Rumi follow suit.

The gates opened before Celine could even touch the gate. A breeze blue in, gentle and warm.

"oh great Hon moon we thank you for meeting us, sooner then we had anticipated" Celine bowed deeply. Zoey squeals silently, Rumi elbows her making Zoey squeak in quiet and Mira snickers silently before being elbowed by Rumi as well.

As Celine bowed she could hear the horseplay going in behind her. She only rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Celine"

A voice spoke, softly and velvety. One that can sooth anyone.

The girls froze from in their place.

They glowed around them as the Honmoon glowed and from it a silhouette formed.

"what did I say, I told you to call me Honey!" The echoy-ness of the voice fades. The light dims down and all they see is a beautiful being, almost human however to pretty or... handsome? One couldn't tell.

"apologizes Honey" the older woman states.

Honey giggled and floats down from their tree and grinned "are these my new dolboneun salam?"

"yes these are-"

"wait I want to guess" Honey states. The girls quickly fixed themselves up.

Honey walks to them and hummed, thinking

"Zoey" they turn to the black haired girl with the always bubbly happy look on her face.

"Yea!" She states. "It's so nice to meet you, I've waited so long" Honey squealed. They both end up squealing together.

Honey cleared their throat then look to the tall magenta red haired girl. "Mira"

"bingo" Mira throws a hand hand gun.

"bingo bongo" Honey smiled "I love your makeup, shadowy eye make up is pleasing to look at" they smiled. Mira hummed and smiled "damn right"

Honey then turns to The purple haired girl

"and Rumi" they spoke with a small exhale.

Rumi tensed up the most and glanced at Celine. She herself was also nervous. Honey stared into her eyes.

"you look as beautiful as your mother" Honey spoke with a warm smile. They fix Abit of Rumi messy hair.

"I....thank you" Rumi spoke and blushed slightly.

Honey backed up and smiled "I'm excited to be in your care, let your voices carry me to my next stage of Destiny"

[mattslilies]

My Girls - M.S.

"shh, just go back to sleep, sweetheart." or... the one where you've just had your first baby with matt, and he does everything to make sure you feel rested, loved and supported. warnings: postpartum depression, exhaustion, mostly matt being a softie for his girls. word count: 706 a/n: requested by anon!

having a baby was hard.

of course, nobody expected it to be easy.

the process of childbirth felt impossible in itself, but the hardest part for you was the afterwards. you were struggling, badly. you felt like you couldn't bond with your new daughter, having issues getting her to stop crying. you just felt like a failure.

and matt? matt had been an absolute saint.

he'd helped in every way possible. he cooked nearly every meal, and when he didn't, he got takeout. he did all of the laundry, he took the baby on road trips so you could sleep, and never said a word about it. he kissed every spot that ached on your body, whispered praises to it in front of the mirror on days you hated the way it looked, reminding you that you'd carried your child, and that was something to be proud of.

he'd helped you shower on days you felt like you couldn't move out of bed, helped you change the sheets, get you feeling fresher, even if it meant you were just going to lay right back down again. he took care of everything. he took care of you.

he'd never once complained about getting up in the middle of the night, always taken her from you when you just couldn't handle any more of the screaming, cleaning up every spilled food, milk, or dirty diaper when you just needed a break.

when you awoke to the sound of ear piercing screams from your very young daughter, matt shot out of bed. he pushed your hair out of your eyes, kissing your forehead and giving you a gentle rub on the back. the sound of her crying and matt's kindness was enough to bring tears to your waterline, threatening to spill over.

"shh, just go back to sleep, sweetheart. i've got her, don't worry."

matt disappeared out of the room, soft steps padding along the carpet as you heard him open the nursery door, picking up your daughter and holding her. he slowly hummed a tune as he rocked her, her cries calming enough for him to figure out the problem.

softly singing a lullaby, he quickly changed her diaper, redressing her in her onesie as smoothly as possible before scooping her back up. she had ceased her tears, instead just watching him with wide, big, eyes, taking everything in that the world had to offer her.

she began to yawn, and matt took that opportunity to slip back into your room, sleepy baby in his arms. he softly spoke to you, gently shaking you with one arm.

"honey, sit up real quick."

you blearily opened your eyes, tear tracks stained on your cheeks as you did as he asked, holding your arms out for your daughter. you braced yourself for her to begin screaming, begging for her father back, but instead, she curled into your chest.

her small hand grabbed your shirt, fingers curling into a ball as she held it tightly in her hand, tiny eyes beginning to softly close as the body heat from you radiated against her in comfort. as you watched her fall asleep, you couldn't help but feel the tears beginning to flow again.

"matt, she's sleeping on me."

your voice cracked on the last syllable, breath hitching as you began to cry, careful to not let the tears hit your baby. matt slid into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, using the other hand to wipe your tears.

"she is. you're her mom, baby. she loves you by nature."

you nodded, sniffling as you looked down at your child's peaceful face, content and happy, wrapped up between her two parents.

"i booked you some therapy, sweetheart. you need to talk about what you've been feeling. i'm here for you."

you could've hysterically sobbed at the care matt always showed you, but instead, you placed your baby into the cot beside your bed, careful not to wake her, kissing her forehead before turning into matt's arms, tears steadily flowing.

"i love you."

he hugged you back, hands already comforting your skin.

"i love you too. and so does she. we're going to be okay, baby. i love my girls."