#and the beautiful refrain from the end of the song is playing in my head now as I keep going into the series

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: February 23

“Inkpot Gods” by The Amazing Devil

[bandgie]

Cursed

Yandere!Innie x fem!reader

a/n: another psycho innie cuz I can't get enough of him!

synopsis: At first you just thought you had bad luck. The things you loved always seem to leave you, abandon you. It didn't matter how hard you tried or what you loved, it would always leave you. Unlike I.N, your childhood best friend, now lover, who stays by your side through it all. He's the only thing you can count on, even if he can be a little possessive.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, yandere behavior, manipulation, animal cruelty, PIV, no foreplay, blood play (sorry), Innie is toxic, slight over stimulation, praising, idk I think that's it

song!

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The first thing to leave you was your cat. You were about 7 when you first got it, cute fluffy tail and giant whiskers you adored. I.N, your best friend in the 2nd grade, seemed to share the same sentiment. You both dotted on the cat with him going to your house nearly everyday to feed it. You both would pretend that you were the parents and the cat tat baby. It was all fine.

Until Innie began feeling like you loved it too much, more than you loved him. How you would pet it, coo at it, let it lay in your lap for hours at a time. It's not your fault though, it was that feline's fault for taking you away from him. I.N could never get mad at you, even if you ignored him. He would just have to get rid of the thing distracting you, and you would go back to loving him and only him.

It's how you found your kitten mangled in its own bones. You had screamed, wailed to your parents about your dead kitty. It was mauled, they told you. The next school day, you had told I.N about the tragedy. He consoled you, held you as you cried. It's in a better place now, he said in your ear.

Since then, you refrained from having pets. The pain of losing them was too much, and you don't think you could stand another heartbreak. Innie was there for you, always there for you. Didn't matter how late it was, if he had work to do, if he had to scream at his parents to drive him to your place, he was always there.

So it makes sense when you told him about the guy that asked you out once you got to middle school. I.N had told you not to date him, but you brushed it off. "You're too overprotective," you giggled. He laughed with you, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. The rest of the day, he was quiet. When you asked him what was wrong, he would say, "I'm just thinking."

The boy who confessed to you came back with a broken arm the next to school. Apparently, someone with a mask attacked him and threatened him. He didn't get into details, but he decided to withdraw his confession. You were bummed, but you understood his situation. You had Innie after all, you wouldn't be alone.

This bad luck persisted in high school. Friends didn't stick for too long, teachers seemed to give you the cold shoulder, almost all the boys avoided you at all costs.

"Am I that ugly?" You cried to I.N in your room. You both had been studying for your Econ final, but you ended up how lonely you felt all these years. Like always, he held you in his arms, wiped your tears, kissed the top of your head. "No, of course not," his voice was gentle. "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

You dryly laughed as you wiped your tears. "You don't have to lie to me just to make me feel better." You expected him to laugh and agree with you, but his expression was serious. The air in the room shifted as he took your hands in his own. He spoke your name softly, lovingly. It made your breath hitch in your throat. "I would never lie to you. I...love you. I really do. I don't know if this is the right time or how to even say it, but...would you be my girlfriend?"

His timidness was obvious in how he rubbed his fingers over your hands. It wasn't often to see him like this, but it was cute whenever he did get all shy. Deep down, you knew he liked you. You knew from how he spoke to you, how he listened to all the things you wanted to say. You could even tell when he would get jealous when some boys would talk to you in P.E. It was cute, he is cute. And deep down, you've fallen for him too after so long.

You gripped his hands firmer for reassurance, "Of course, Innie. I think I've loved you for a long time now."

Years passed with you two together, now in college. Sure you may not have friends, yeah your coworkers eye you wearily, but you're happy. You're happy with I.N. You two are always around each other whether it be on dates, in the apartment, on campus. He would wait for you even if his class ended hours before yours. Love, you told yourself. He does it because he loves you.

It does come as a shock to you though when he seems upset at the thought of you adopting a cat. You assumed he would be happy for you for overcoming your fears, but his reaction was the opposite. "I just don't see why we need a pet," he argued. "Don't you remember what happened last time? I thought we agreed to stay away from animals."

You grimaced at the memory, but pressed on. "Yeah I know. But we were young. We just didn't know how to take care of it. Please Innie I just want something to keep me company." Your pleas don't stir him in the way you hope. "Keep you company?" He questions. "Am I not enough for you?" Uh-oh, that hadn't come out the way you had hoped.

"No! You are babe, you're more than enough. This is just for me for-"

"Great then," he cuts you off with a clipped tone. "You don't need a cat if you have me." You bite your tongue to keep from arguing with him. A part of you wants to believe that he's doing this for your own good. That he's just trying to protect you like he always does. Still, you leave the room with upset footsteps, ignoring how he calls out your name.

Maybe it wasn't the best choice to get a cat behind his back, but you don't regret it. Not as you hold the small kitten in your hands as you walk into your apartment. It meows and yawns even though it had slept the whole drive home. You kiss its pink nose and nuzzle it close to your face. "I'll take care of you."

You would've taken care of it, you would've had it live forever if it was up to you. You tried keeping it in the garage of your house, hidden from I.N eyes. He'll warm up to it, you think to yourself. You keep deluding yourself into thinking that I.N would be okay with sharing your love. Deep down, you knew. Deep down, deep into the creases of your mind, you knew he would do anything to you for himself.

So it's really no surprise when you come home from work early to find him putting the kitten in a plastic bag. It was already dead, limp body hangin off his slender fingers with wide, lifeless eyes. You had screamed, thrown your bag on the ground and ran to the kitten corpse. The look was I.N's face was pure shock, confusion, anger. Still, not a hint of remorse in his eyes.

"You're home early," he managed to speak as you cried. You just screamed at him, cursed at him. You didn't;r even need to ask what happened. Not with his bloody fingers and the small scratch marks on his wrist. There was a curse on you, and that curse was Yang Jeongin.

No apology, no soothing, no nothing. You had somewhat expected him to at least pretend to care, but he just gave you that blank stare when he's deep in thought. You cradled the small kitten in your hands, petting it as if it could respond. I.N's hands finally came to rest on your shoulder to steady himself. He looked pained, irritated, unsure.

You chocked back your sobs, "Why?" Yes, you knew Jeongin was possessive, you knew he could get a little too jealous a little too easily. You hated that you knew that, and you hated it even more when you ignored it. Now, you're paying the price for your ignorance. You just don't understand why he had to go to such lengths, such desperation.

He heavily sighed, hanging his head down. "Baby I...I just love you so much. It hurts, I can't even breathe. I want you to be happy, with me. Only me. I just need you, and I hate it when you don't need me. It makes me feel like you don't love me, that you wish I wasn't here."

You know he's doing this to manipulate you, to make you feel bad for him. Even still, you set the cat down and embrace him. It shocks you just how much he was shaking. From anger? Sadness? You'll never know. All you can do is comfort him, and find comfort in him. How he can be your salvation and your curse, not even God could understand.

"I do love you Innie," you speak through your tears. "I love you so much, in ways you'll never know. But you can't do this! This is enough. When we were younger I understand but now-"

He cuts you off with a kiss. It's powerful, controlling, harsh. You whimper from the force of it, pushing on his chest lightly to get him off. He breaks away for a moment to look you deep in the eyes. A shiver goes down your spine with how wide his pupils are. "Do you love me?"

I.N's hands grasp at your hips, keeping you close to him as he awaits your answer. You know you do, you both do. For some reason, his question weighs heavy on you. Like he's asking for more than just your love. With a shaky breath, you answer, "Yes."

He's back on you in a second. He backs you up until you hit the dinner table. I.N's hands are a little harsh on your hips, but you find solace in his touch. He's familiar, he's warn, he's love. He's love in the filthiest form, impure. His touch sends goosebumps in your skin, and you tug on his bottom lip in response.

Rather than sucking on your tongue like he usually does, his lips travel down your jawline, your neck, to your chest. Your hands grip his hair, tugging and pushing him closer. "I love you, I love you," it's a spell you can't stop chanting. A promise to him that you'll love him forever, no matter the cost.

I.N gathers you in his hands and sets you on the table. You immediately open your legs to give him room. He's moved up back to your neck. His bites hurt, and it leaves you whimpering. Hid bloody fingers unbuckle his belt, undoing his zipper. You hoist your long skirt over yourself, holding it towards your chest.

No prep, no stretching, no feeling on I.N's tongue on your pussy. The penetration is going to hurt, you can feel it already with how he frees himself from the hole in his boxers. You quiver in anticipation, feeling how he rubs the head of his cock on your clothed pussy. I.N would love to finger you, but the thought of infecting you with the cat blood quickly shuts down the idea.

"I need you baby," he whispers in your ear. You moan in response, "You already have me." He pulls away from the crook of your neck to look down at your pussy. He uses his pinky finger (the only one not bloody) and moved your panties to the side. It looks so small, so unprepared. "I'm gonna hurt you," he looks up at you unsurely.

It's cute how considerate he looks in front of you. Hair going in different angles, lips red from kissing, chest heaving. I.N had just killed your shortly beloved kitten, but he looks unbelievable lovely now. You must think there's something wrong with you because you still crave his cock slamming into your cunt.

"You already hurt me."

Your words have an immediate effect on him. It's obvious in how is caring expression turn dark. He turns his attention back onto your soon-to-be-broken pussy and grabs his cock with his free hand. I.N smears your arousal over your clit, watching how you shiver from the contact.

He angles downward and presses into your cunt. The first stretch make you squeal. You open your legs wider to accommodate to him. Rather than staying sitting up, you find yourself laying full down on the table. I.N continues to push in against your tight walls. Tears sting in your eyes, and upon the sight, Jeongin wipes your tears away. Some blood manages to smear on your cheek, and it makes him moan outloud.

"You're so beautiful," he says it like it's a fact. To him, it is. With you laying down, eyes red from crying, cheek smeared with blood, your thighs wide for his pleasure. You look perfect, you are perfect for him. No one can take that away from him, he'll kill them before they even have the thought.

His hands are under your knees when he full bottoms out. The pressure in your pussy in unbearable, but you can't stop moaning with being full of him. He thrusts slowly, letting you adjust to his girth. It doesn't matter what I.N has done, or what he will do. If there's one thing for certain, your Innie hates the thought of giving you pain.

You bring your legs backwards so your knees are up to your chest. In this way, I.N is able to deeply penetrate you. His strokes pick up pace, and have to cover your mouth with how loud you've become. His hands are on the back of your thighs, leaving bloody fingerprints. I.N can't help but paint a mental picture in his mind of you right now. You're covered in absolute filth, and you still look like a goddess.

Both of your hands grip your breasts as you take him. You love the feeling of being under him, having him use you like nothing. Foreplay or no foreplay, I.N knows how to give you indescribable pleasure. The sounds your pussy and his dick make when meeting is pornographic. You could even hear the gentle scratching of the dinner table legs against the floor.

Jeongin doesn't hold back his praises from you. He's always ben vocal in bed, but he seems uncontrollable now. "My girl, fuck you're my girl. Pussy belongs to me, only me. Say-fuck!- say it." You don't know why he thinks you're able to speak. You're too busy being fucked to think properly. To get your attention, I.N uses one his hands to grip your chin. He forces eye contact, "Say it."

You babble nonsense for a moment before forcing your brain to think. "Yours! Jeongin I'm yours. Only you, only you!" Your hazy eyes focus on the smile that appears on his face. It makes your stomach warm with affection upon seeing it. Yeah, there's no doubt in your mind that I.N loves you. He just does it in a different way.

"Oh fuck baby," he groans. "I'm gonna cum, gonna make this little pussy so fucking wet." You can feel it too, your pending orgasm. You honestly don't know how you managed so long. He's cock has been stroking your insides in all the right ways. Stretching you out in delicious precision.

Your lower tummy heats up with pleasure, and your body shakes in anticipation. "I want it. I want it so bad," you whine. I.N's thrusts into you until his thighs clap against the back of yours. You feel him so deep, you think he's touching your heart literally and figuratively. Your walls squeeze around him a few times before you bursts. You series of whimpers and moans leave your lips as you cum.

Jeongin fucks you through it, eyes watching where your cream paints his dick. Your so tight, pulling him back in to the point where he feels like he no option but to cum in your womb. His hot cum spurts in you, leaving no room for escape. His tip kisses your cervix and you shriek at the penetration.

"Innie!" You cry out. "Too deep! I can't...I can't!"

He knows you can take it, that it hurts too good. He presses himself deeper into you, and you sob. It feels like fire, as if your body is overwhelmed with inhumane pleasure. You start shaking and twitching, a clear sign that he's pushing you beyond what you can handle.

Finally, he relents. His softening cock slips out of you and you whimper at the loss of contact. It's bliss to feel his arousal seeping out of you. It travels down your ass onto the table. I.N can't help but stare at your pussy, keeping your underwear moved to the side. "Such a good girl for me."

You're too busy catching your breath to care how his hands keep massaging your body. You think he's trying to soothe you, give you some aftercare, but you're wrong. He's trying to smear the dried blood on you, marking you. Your bruised neck and thighs are enough proof, but Jeongin can't help but use your body as a canvas.

"Such a pretty little thing," he coos. You smile lazily at him, trying to ignore the sudden possessive look in his eyes. "You're gonna stay with me right? You said that." His voice is sure, determined. It doesn't matter if you disagree with him, he's going to make you see how perfect you are for each other. All you do is nod and blink back your tears.

You're his, and he's yours. A curse you just can't find yourself to get rid of...not that you would if you could.

a/n: guys im so sorry. so much has been going on in my life its crrazzyyy I dont know how I'm keeping it together. is the ending rushed? perhaps... Should I have done a better job...perhaps. at least I did it please praise me

[blissfullyapillow]

‧₊˚ ┊When the Stars Embrace the Moon 

♡⸝⸝ Makoto Yuki x gn reader 

♡⸝⸝ wc: 2,413~

𝄞 ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ Song inspiration: Tek It I End of Beginning I Ghost I When the Moon’s Reaching Out Stars I 

♡⸝⸝ Warnings: Angst with a happy ending & depictions/implications of intense feelings of grief. Major Persona 3 Reload, Persona 3 FES, and Persona 3 FES: The Answer ending spoilers. Also mildly spoils some character stories regarding Persona 4 Arena and Persona 4 Arena Ultimax. I wrote this with Persona 3 FES in mind as I have no intention of playing Persona 3 Reload.

♡⸝⸝ Pillow Talks: This is what happens when you get too emotionally attached to a fictional character lol. The way this ends is not only my way to cope (lol) but because it’s heavily implied in Persona 4 Arena, as well as Persona 4 Ultimax, that Elizabeth is doing something that will result in a change. In PersonaQ (I have yet to finish it), even Margaret knows something will occur regarding Elizabeth but she must refrain from speaking of it. It is unknown whether this will result in Minato coming back, and of course many have mixed feelings on if he did come back and how that would impact the meaning behind his death. I’m interested to see what Atlus has planned regarding Elizabeth (after they make their 10th Persona 5 spin-off). Personally, Minato is my favorite fictional character of all time so I want him to come back. Anyway, I digress; I hope you enjoy. <3

♡⸝⸝ P.S: I have to clarify I made a magnificent reference to my fav song from Persona 3 FES, “When the Moon’s Reaching Out Stars” with the line, “It soars to the sky, to cast its adoring gaze to the moon as it rests amongst the stars. 

Masterlist

A warm hand intertwined with mine.

The blazing sun bathes his figure in an ethereal glow as beautiful pink petals fall from the trees above.

Yet the ephemeral scene fails to capture my attention; I fear my hands are sweaty and it’ll only be a moment before he takes notice.

A subtle glance his way is all it takes for me to capture his attention. Albeit one eye is obscured by his bangs, the tender emotion that lies dormant within his irises comes alive as they meet mine.

He’s silent, an action that isn’t unusual for him. Despite this, the vibrant sounds of life swarm around us and fill my ears with an everlasting ethereal tune. His hand squeezes mine, so softly it’s almost imperceptible.

My lips betray my trust as they curl upwards, and my voice divulges my secrets as an elated giggle escapes its confines.

His voice follows suit; our voices intermingle to create a melodious harmony that turns the heads of passerby. 

The air smells of cherry blossoms and hope. Hope that we carry together, kept safe between our pressed palms.

The air around us stirs with a subtle whoosh.

♪ ♫ 

This is a fond memory of mine.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

He rolls his eyes.

I pinch his nose.

He frowns.

I smile.

“Will you two get a room already?” A familiar voice rebounds off the walls of the dorm, and our companion voices his agreement.

“Yeah, you two can be pretty insufferable when you act like this.” My eyes turn to glare at said companion to find his lips wearing a mischievous grin. “Just like you and Chidorita?” My smug comment alights his face in a burning flame, and Yukari fails to stifle her amused laughter.

“Yeah yeah, laugh while you can now!” Junpei’s voice echoes around the room. “Your face is as red as Chidori’s hair, Junpei-san. Do you need medical attention?” Aegis monotone voice drifts into our ears.

Obnoxious laughter follows from everyone in the room.

Excluding Junpei, who huffs in annoyance before storming upstairs. There’s no doubt that he’s sulking in his room.

I finally return my gaze to my favorite portrait, to resume admiring its beauty.

However, the painting now stares back at me, a  tender (find synonym) expression etched onto its features.

My heart skips a beat, similar to the way children skip as they play hopscotch.

His smile reflects the warmth in my heart; it’s an outward reflection of the love that fills my soul, only to pour from my fingertips with every gentle caress against his skin.

This memory moves me to tears.

These tears stain his used pillowcase, the one I have yet to wash since his scent desperately clings to the fabric.

I miss him.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

Koromaru barks as he runs ahead. I glance at him beside me, his hands stuffed faithfully in his pockets.

It’s a chilly night, but the cool wind makes me feel alive. It roots me to the present moment, and for that I’m grateful.

“Yuki…”

Leisurely, he lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine.

I hold his gaze, and he makes no effort to break away.

“I love you.”

The words escape my lips in a borderline inaudible whisper, my voice oozing with the love I carry for him deep in my soul.

His eyes widen a fraction, clearly taken aback.

We’ve spent many nights together like this, whether it’s walking koromaru, singing our hearts out at karaoke, or even spending quiet nights studying in the dorm together; my heart has grown to yearn for his presence beside me.

Despite this, I’ve grown fearful of becoming too attached. Makoto isn’t someone familiar with emotions like these, not from what I’ve gathered from the time we’ve spent together.

Although.. These past few months I’ve seen a change within him. A slow one, like two friends who yearn to confess to each other but remain paralyzed with fear of rejection.

It’s a change that presents itself in his smile, the laughter he fails to hold back at our antics, the concern that’s etched in his furrowed brow when one of our teammates gets knocked down in Tartarus.

It’s a beautiful change. It’s grown to be something I want to protect.

Yet, my mouth has a mind of its own, and it’s spilled my most precious secret to him.

I wait with bated breath for his response.

Could this be the end of our friendship? Have I just ruined the bond we’ve formed, the bond that has brought color back into my dull world? Will he reject me? Will-

“Close your eyes.” My feet stop moving. I hear Koromaru up ahead, his happy barks indicating he's found something he wants to show us. Yet, my feet remain rooted to the ground.

My body acts on my internalized feelings as my eyes swiftly close shut at his command.

It’s silent.

Time continues to march forward despite my wishes.

As it always does.

This time, it’s in my favor, as I feel a soft pair of lips delicately brush against mine; lonely and yearning.

My hand rests upon his cheek as my heart flutters from my chest.

It soars to the sky, to cast its adoring gaze to the moon as it rests amongst the stars.

My heart is finally home.

just as my physical body feels at home in his arms.

He pulls away, and I open my eyes.

My heart is reflected within his gaze, and the change that I’ve grown fond of presents itself once more; He leans in for another kiss.

Koromaru barks.

The universe embraces me, and it gives me the happiness I’ve always yearned for.

This memory reflects the meaning of eternity; my feelings regarding the term ‘forever.’

This memory will remain.

It will always bring me happiness.

Despite this, he is not here in my arms, as he’s now bound to a door.

To watch over us all, forever; for eternity.

…Will I ever see you again? Why can I no longer press a kiss that furrowed brow? Am I doomed to forget the smile that lights up your features when I walk into a room?

Did I miss the opportunity? To show you how my heart reflects the love you’ve grown to harbor for others?

…The love you’ve grown to harbor for me?

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

I reach out to grasp for his familiar hand, the hand that’s always the first to search for mine when trouble inevitably catches us off guard.

The only thing my hand grasps is air; the other side of my bed is empty.

His scent is fading from the pillow case.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

My cheeks remain wet as memories of him fill me with yearning.

Love and heartbreak wraps me in their firm embrace; I feel their arms squeeze me as they hold me close, my friends’ sobs almost drown out the ringing in my ears.

Memories of school and a radiant blue sky, watching over the rooftop of Gekkoukan High School, refuse to leave my mind.

I’ve never felt such a deep feeling of loss and sorrow before.

That’s not something I can say lightly.

Despite my unique experiences that may deviate from his own, Makoto has been my mirror. My window.

I’ve seen myself reflected in him, time and time again. Yes, I am my own person, but I’ve grown to form a connection with Yuki that I’ve never formed with another in my short lifetime.

Call me crazy, but when I was with Yuki I felt as if our souls intertwined, as if we'd finally found a home together after wandering a desert full of failed commitments and broken promises. All in search of an oasis… in search of trust.

Trust that we found within each other.

I roll over and curl into a tight ball as my emotions threaten to consume me.

A soft knock fails to bring me out of my sorrow.

My ears pick up on the audible click the door makes as it opens, but I refuse to acknowledge whomever is there.

A gentle, cold hand rests on my shoulder.

My body shivers since the cool metal contrasts with my flushed skin.

“I knew I would find you here.” She doesn’t sound concerned. Just knowing.

I can’t respond.

She doesn’t mind.

Her cool hand runs through my hair. They uncurl my body to wipe my tears away.

I’m thankful, yet I’m angry.

I almost don’t want to see her.

She hums; almost as if she’d read my thoughts and she doesn’t care.

I fall asleep to the feeling of cool metal pressed against warm skin.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

My voice sounds like a stranger’s to my ears. I feel awful, horrible for how I’m lashing out at another innocent person whose suffering just as much as I am.

Even so, the words pour viciously from my mouth as she stands across from me.

She doesn’t speak.

Akihiko raises his voice. He sounds just as angry, but for a different reason. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest, but I have to get the words out.

“Why was it you!? We all share a special bond with him, as well as with each other, but you…” A lone tear slides down her robotic features.

It makes me pause. I’m surprised.

But..

I knew all too well that my anger was misdirected.

Aigis doesn’t refute anything I have to say. She silently stands before me, crying.

Aigis, who used to struggle telling apart a joke from a genuine statement. Aigis, who couldn’t comprehend human emotions as a motivating factor behind certain actions and words.

Aigis, who now stands before me experiencing emotions of her own.

Emotions that have led her to tears.. because of my misguided anger towards her.

I swallow down the lump in my throat as I push past Junpei. Akihiko calls for me to return, and I hear Ken make a comment about how awkward and tense the situation is.

I lock myself in his room.

…

No one knocks on the door this time.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

It’s silent.

Everyone’s gathered around. We need to determine what our next course of action is, but there’s an elephant in the room that longs to be addressed.

We’re searching for the answer, and it’s right in front of us; it’s been here all along. The only obstacle in obtaining it lies within our warped perception of the situation.

“You need to apologize-”

“Akihiko-san.”

He visibly falters before awkwardly coughing into his fist. Mitsuru clearly has her own thoughts on the situation, but she’s chosen to remain silent at the moment.

I glance in Ken’s direction, and he gives me an encouraging nod accompanied by a sympathetic smile.

“Aigis, I apologize for my behavior earlier. My anger towards you was misguided and fueled by my… well, it’s more accurate to say our sorrow.. with Yuki’s passing..”

The resulting silence is suffocatingly loud.

It’s presence is overbearing. So much so that I fear we’ll never talk things through.

That is, until Aigis walks over to me.

As her arms wrap around me, a new feeling blossoms in my chest. It swallows the creeping fear inside of me whole, and it fuels an unyielding strength within me.

Hope.

“We will figure this out together. The bonds we have forged amongst each other will not be broken so easily. Don’t you agree…?” Aigis’s words are as soothing as they are motivating.

A quick glance around the room reveals relieved faces and fond smiles.

Unshed tears blur my vision, but these tears do not originate from the sadness that once permeated my very being.

“..Yes.”

It still hurts.

But it feels a bit better now.

୭ ˚.⁺⊹ ☽ ๋࣭ ⭑❀˖°

It’s been years now.

I’ve seen Ken grow into a respectable young man. Akihiko is finally pursuing college, with the supervision of Aigis, and Mitsuru continues to be successful in her endeavors. The same can be said of Yukari and Junpei, albeit it’s clear the latter still misses the one who made his heart sing.

Fuuka is doing well too. It makes me happy to see everyone pursuing their individual passions. Including myself.

☀︎❀

Spring has returned.

It’s hot today.

The heat from the burning sun above threatens to lull me to sleep.

My heavy eyelids fall shut as I feel myself drift off to sleep.

His face, encapsulated in stone, drifts to the forefront of my mind.

A heavy sigh leaves me.

My eyes remain dry as I allow the memory to come and go, holding strong all the while.

I miss him, I truly do.

But, through the bonds I’ve made with the former members of S.E.E.S, I’ve cultivated the strength of will to move onward and forward, towards a future I can be proud of.

I open my eyes when I hear footsteps approaching.

The figure standing before me is familiar, yet surely a figment of my imagination.

I close my eyes again, in hopes of fully waking up this time.

I open them once more when I feel the person moving closer to me. I sit up, only to bump heads with them.

“Ouch!” I yelp. My hands cradle the spot where we bumped heads. That’s when I realize, the pain I just felt is real, and the person standing in front of me is…

Is..

My eyes widen dramatically, and my mouth parts to say all the words my soul longs to poetically convey.

He simply smiles.

He opens his arms.

My thoughts spiral out of control. Is this an illusion? How could this be remotely possible? Is this… really true?

When our eyes meet, my questions receive a silent answer. My eyes take notice of the wavering emotions within his gaze; I can see the soul of the man I love, a soul which was once bound to a door, is now standing here before me. 

Whatever miracle performed this action, I am forever grateful to its benevolence. 

I dare not waste another moment in idle contemplation.

I throw myself into his arms. 

He catches me. 

He laughs.

My soul joins in on his joyous laughter, as tears full of love slowly cascade down my cheeks.

Our laughter intermingles to create a melodious harmony that turns the heads of passerby, once more. 

[loversj0y]

hi hi hi for the event: gold rush!!!!!

also congrats!!! 200 is a fucking insane amount and im so proud of you!! love ur content man!!!!!! :3

gold rush

event masterlist

pairing: wilbur soot x gn! reader

tw: they go to a bar, slight angst? just in the sense of unrequited pining (or perhaps... requited?) some self deprication

notes: fun fact! this song will be utilized again on my blog because it is the main song inspiration for part four of my tis the damn season au. bc of that, i had to come at this with a bit of a different angle creatively which was pretty fun ngl

word count: 1.2k

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone / @lillylvjy / @ghostsacrosslndnfields / @melunnek

You had a problem. You hated Wilbur Soot. 

You knew him well, you two have been friends for a while after meeting at a mutual friend’s party. At first glance, you knew you hated him. With every fibre of your being you hated him. 

You hated him for one specific reason. You wanted him more than anything. He was gorgeous, tall and always looking like the sun chose only him to shine on. He had these soft brown locks of hair that always seemed to curl just the right way, even when he wasn’t trying. He’d come in with a beanie with the curls just peeking out, but once he’d pull the beanie off, they’d immediately settle in a beautiful pattern, waves of brown deserving of attention. 

And his eyes. You couldn’t fathom looking into him in fear that you’d be completely swept into them, lost in his gaze forever. His eyes were like pools of pure bronze, and you could feel yourself melting into them. Every time you looked into them it was like you could imagine an entire life and future with him by your side, living together and sneaking around in love.

But you also had to cope with the idea that it wasn’t real.

The worst part about it was when you knew you’d be seeing him. Your friend groups had a major overlap, so any gathering you knew you would be seeing him. Like tonight. You made yourself look a bit nicer, and you had to tell yourself it wasn’t because you’d be seeing Wilbur – even if you knew it was a lie. The bar would be dark, so there was almost no point to making sure you looked so nice. You felt the need to do it anyways. 

When you showed up, most of your friends were already there. Wilbur was too. He wore this brown button up, with the sleeves pulled up, and fuck he must know what he’s doing to you. He had to know. His arms were muscular from playing guitar, and they were an impressive sight. You had to force your eyes to move on as you approached. 

Everyone greeted you as you sat, smiling around at everyone as you lost yourself in the drone of the music and conversation. You refrained from looking over at Wilbur, too worried you’d lose yourself in your own staring. It was tough, though. He was like the sun in an otherwise dark bar, and he always seemed to catch your attention. You had to keep reminding yourself to look away, which made you pay less attention to the conversation your friends were having.

That ended up being a mistake, within minutes you realized that the majority of your friends were leaving, except for, of course, Wilbur. It was awkward, at least to you. He seemed perfectly content to sit there and look out at the people around him, just quietly observing. 

The observation fell final when it reached you, somewhat zoned out at you stared at him and pondered a future that could never be.

“You alright?” Wilbur asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry,” you flushed slightly, looking away.

He chuckled, “it’s alright. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been good,” you spoke plainly, “You? How’s the band?”

“Good!” He perked up at the mention of the band, “We’ve been working on music and stuff, and it’s been going really well. If it weren’t so loud, I’d show you some, I have a bunch of voice memos on my phone.” He spoke so enthusiastically, and it made your heart hurt slightly. 

“Another time then,” you smiled softly, trying to be as polite despite the mixture of pining and anxiety in your chest. 

He nodded, “yeah, another time.” He went quiet, but it wasn’t for long. A girl approached from the bar, coming over and chatting him up. That was a big thing. Wilbur wasn’t just attractive to you, he was just attractive. Everyone wanted him. And although he was polite and always turned them down, for whatever reason, it still was a sight to see. He could have anyone he wanted, and the chances you could handle that thought, especially in a relationship, were not high. But it wouldn’t stop your fantasizing. 

Of his eyes, staring at you full of love instead of polite friendliness. Of running your hands through his soft hair and watching it fall back into place. Of making a place in his life, a t-shirt left behind in his room after you go home in the evening. Of walking in his room barefoot to join him in bed at night. Of going to dinner parties and having loving arguments. Of moving to a coastal town together to get away from the noise of city life.

But the fantasies would always fade. And part of you hated them. Because of the blush they left on your face and the way they would always keep you from being able to see him as just a friend. Because moments like this, a girl slowly running her hand down his arm, reminded you of just how unreal your fantasizing is, and how it could never be.

The girl left after what was clearly striking out, and Wilbur turned back towards the table, a faint blush left on his cheeks. It was such a beautiful sight, but you had to keep yourself from getting lost in the fantasies once more, lest you embarrass yourself for all of time to come. 

“Sorry,” Wilbur hummed out, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, happens often?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes.”

“You never say yes.” You noted simply.

He nodded, “Yeah. Just… nothing against them, but I have my eyes sort of set on someone, so it’s not really within my best interests to entertain one night stands at best.”

You chuckled, but you felt your heart sinking slightly, “I guess that makes sense.”

He nodded again, looking away almost shyly. 

The rest of the night was a lot smoother after your friends returned, making the conversation flow easily. By the end of the night, you were exhausted emotionally and socially. You were one of the first to leave, standing outside and waiting for your taxi. The door opened behind you, but you didn’t turn to see who it was. 

Wilbur came and stood next to you, fiddling with his hands, “So, uhm,” he started, “another time?”

You looked over at him, a bit confused, “What?”

“You said another time, inside. I was wondering… when you’d like that to be.”

You faltered a bit, somewhat unsure of what to say, “Uh, I’m free whenever, I guess.”

He smiled softly, “Well, I have a band rehearsal on Tuesday. Would you… want to come?”

You thought for a moment. You should turn it down, knowing how hard it would be on you. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. “Yeah. Sure. Text me the address?”

He nodded softly, face lit up, “Yeah! I will, absolutely. I’ll- uh- I’ll see you then.”

You smiled softly and nodded, “See you then.”

Your cab pulled up, and you watched as Wilbur headed back in. You got in the cab, a gentle smile on your face as you couldn’t help but have a flicker of hope in your chest for the future.

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Talk to a Goddess...Again (Read on AO3)

In a week from today, it’ll all be over. 

That refrain played over and over in my head as I sat staring at the clouds. I could hear the faint sounds from the campfire drifting across the valley, smell the traces of woodsmoke in the air, and I knew I should be there—it was time for Charles Beckendorf’s funeral. He had given his life to protect Camp, to protect the whole world. To try and push back the Titan army just enough so we could stand any shred of a chance against them in the battle we could no longer avoid. The notes of a funeral dirge came floating on the wind, ancient words sung by the honey voices of the Apollo cabin honoring a hero who had fallen in battle, guiding his soul into his new home in Elysium and praising his sacrifice. 

I tried to focus on the steady rise and fall of the waves, or the seagulls flying over the Sound. Anything but the dreadful song. But it wasn’t working. 

My thoughts drifted to Percy—would I be singing the same dirge over my brother before the week was done? Embroidering his funeral shroud with a trident and seashells and setting it ablaze? 

Would he be doing it for me? 

Would Annabeth and Cady do it for the both of us? 

Or would there be no one left to light our funeral pyre as the world is plunged into darkness and the Age of the Titans begins? 

A sob welled in my chest and I knew it would’ve been easier to try and stop the tides than stop it from erupting out of me. A desperate, strangled sound shattered the quiet beach. 

I'm too young for this. We all are. 

And yet, here we are. 

I clutched a hand over my mouth, forcing my breathing to steady. I couldn’t let myself spiral, I couldn’t let myself stop moving enough to get in my head. I couldn’t just think of myself—this was so much bigger. There was nothing I could do to stop what was coming. Events had been set into motion now that couldn’t be stopped, and even if I chained Apollo’s golden chariot to the ground, I would still be sixteen in five days. And the world as I knew it would be gone forever—in one way or another. 

But maybe you can still save him, that insistent voice in my head whispered. 

“I should have known I would find you by the sea.” 

My sword was in my hand in an instant as I spun around to face the voice that spoke from behind me. I felt foolish when I saw who it was, but the smiling woman in the plain gray dress didn’t seem at all phased by my jumpiness. 

“Lady Hestia, I’m so sorry.” I whispered the command, and my sword returned to being a puka shell necklace. 

“I should not have snuck up on you, not at a time like this. You are right to be…on high alert.” 

I would’ve said paranoid. 

“What are you doing here?” I knew I should be showing more respect to a goddess, but at the present moment I was too tired and sad to care. 

“You are not at the funeral.” 

I felt a jolt of guilt rush through me. I knew I should be there. I knew I was being selfish. “I…I was going to go. I was going to be there—for Percy. He’s speaking. And Silena. But then I was walking and my feet took me here.” 

It wasn’t a lie. I had intended on walking to the campfire, but somehow I ended up on the beach. Actually, I had found myself there more and more lately, retreating to the sea when it all became too much. And considering the decision I had made earlier that day in my head, I guessed I would be coming there a lot more in the next few days.

“You worry for your brother.” 

I looked at Hestia like she was crazy, but she just looked at me with gentleness. I had never worried about anyone, or anything, more than I worried about Percy. He wasn’t just half of my soul—he was the better half of my soul. He was everything good and beautiful I had within me. I would rather never see the ocean again than walk this earth without him by my side. 

“Of course I do.” I said finally. 

Hestia took a step towards me, and for the first time I realized how tired she looked. She was a gentler presence than the other gods, but she still always radiated power and strength. 

But not now. Now, the glow in her eyes was dim and the concern on her brow was clear. She took my hands in hers, and I felt a jolt of power surge in my fingertips. It wasn’t everyday I was touched by a goddess. 

“You must let him fight his own battles, Andromeda.”

I felt confusion flood my face and I dropped her hands. 

“What?” 

“Do you know the story of your name, my dear?” 

My head felt like it was swimming, bouncing from one emotion to another. 

“Of course I do.” 

“Tell it to me.” 

I gave the goddess a curious look, but she simply sat down on the sand and motioned for me to do the same. As soon as I joined her, a small campfire appeared between us and a faint smile crossed her lips. 

“Andromeda was a mortal princess whose mother boasted that she was even more beautiful than the Nereids.” I began. “This made them jealous, so Poseidon sent a sea monster to ravage the coast of her kingdom. Her father, the king, desperate to save his people, decided to sacrifice his daughter in order to placate Poseidon’s wrath. Andromeda was chained to a rock, but before the monster could devour her, the hero Perseus, who was flying overhead, saw her, fell in love with her, and decided to save her. He slayed the monster, saving both Andromeda and her kingdom.” 

Hestia nodded. “And then what happened?” 

“The two got married and were happy together. Perseus got his happy ending, unlike most heroes.” 

Hestia moved the logs around with her bare hands. “You know what I see in that story?” 

I was beginning to feel impatient. 

“I see the story of a girl who was forced to bear the punishment of her parent’s failures.” Hestia continued. “A princess sacrificed through no fault of her own, but so that her kingdom may live. I see the wrath and jealousy of the gods, and the pride and folly of mortals. And who is caught in the middle of it all?” 

“Heroes.” The word took the air out of my lungs as I spoke it. 

“Children.” 

As Hestia's voice reached my ears, I willed myself not to cry. 

“But Andromeda’s fate was not set—she was rescued. Everyone focuses on Perseus’ deeds in that story, while no one talks of hers. 

“What did she do?” My voice was full of curiosity. I was beginning to feel a connection with the Princess who shared my name. 

“You see, I remember that time well. I was there. I was saddened by the rashness of my brother in sending the sea serpent, but that is another story. You know what has stuck with me?” 

My attention was now fully on the goddess. 

“I remember a young, scared, brave girl who was willing to do whatever it took to save her kingdom. She knew the fault was not hers, but she also knew she was the only one who could set things right. So when Zeus told her father that sacrificing his daughter was the only way to save his kingdom, she agreed without a moment's hesitation. She never wavered, never flinched, never cried a single tear as she was led to that rock and chained.” 

Maybe we weren’t so similar—I had cried enough tears to form a new river this week alone. 

“But that's not fair!” 

“No, it wasn’t. But her humility and boldness caught the attention of the gods, some of which took pity on her. They pushed Perseus towards her, and in doing so, they intertwined the fates of the two. Yes, he may have slain the monster, but she was the one who saved the kingdom.”

“What are you saying?” I wasn’t in the mood for any more riddles or prophecies. “That I need to sacrifice myself?” 

Hestia shook her head. “Im saying that Andromeda understood the power it requires to yield, and also, the power yielding gives you.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

The goddess smiled kindly at me, which made me want to scream. “You will. Just remember—not every battle is yours to fight. You have a great destiny ahead, but so does your brother. And just like Andromeda and Perseus of old, the two are intertwined and woven together. His success is yours as well. Your failure is his. But be careful to not take his burdens onto your shoulders.” 

Anger flashed in my chest. “I won’t just sit here and do nothing. I can't just watch him die.” I said through clenched teeth. 

Hestia sighed. “No, I suppose not. But I will warn you, Andromeda Jackson—you must learn to recognize the times you will need to control yourself. You must learn to yield. Or, I’m afraid, you will doom us all.” 

Without another word, the goddess dissolved into flames and joined the campfire, which was quickly blown away by the next breeze. I found myself suddenly alone on the beach, feeling like a bronze cannonball had just been shot through my chest.

[wrongcaitlyn]

wait, im confused, what's the voicenote at the end of chemtrails???

if you listen to the song 'chemtrails' by lizzy mcalpine, there's a short recording at the end of lizzy's father talking about her from an old video! the song is about her father's death, and the voice note is just such a beautiful part of the song. i sort of changed the meaning of the song though to match nico, and changed the voice recording (in my head ofc) of lizzy's father to will.

at the beginning of chapter 8, titled chemtrails, he and will work on the song and add the excerpt - i'll just copy and paste that right here so you can see what my version of the voice note is :)

So he concludes that that’s what chemtrails is about, in his head. Grief, and how he can’t ever seem to escape it, even with the events done and over with. Even with therapy, and growing up, and making friends, the emptiness is still a pit in his stomach that returns every other day. 

But there are things that make it better. That relieve him of the regret and the longing for a few minutes, and that remind him of what he has right now—what he hasn’t lost.

He pulls open his phone app, and a few seconds later, there comes Will’s, “What’re you doing?” that Nico refrains from chuckling at.

He opens up one of the voicemails—dated August 30th, a call that had come in the early hours of the morning when Will was heading off to his first class. It was a general update on life, on who his friends were and what he ate for dinner the night before. “So, yeah. I think I’ll be alright,” he says, his tone comforting even with the sound of wind making it through his phone. He ends the call with a brief, “Love you, bye,” as he always does. 

Nico screen records it and emails it to himself, opening up the tab on his computer.

He doesn’t talk as he inserts the clip and edits it into the song, biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to get the volume just right so it doesn’t overshadow the song, and lowering the sound of the wind a bit so it doesn’t get in the way of Will’s words.

He doesn’t know how much time passes, but the time says 6:32 AM, and he clicks play on the newly finished song. It’s only when he hears Will’s voice back at him, over the repeated lyrics, I miss it, I miss you, that he turns around abruptly, realizing he hadn’t even considered Will when using his voice in the song.

Nico doubts he’ll add it to the album, anyway, so some of the panic fades away, only to be replaced with gut wrenching dread as he watches a tear roll down Will’s face.

“Will?” he asks, moving closer to where Will is seated on his stool, but having pulled his knees up and holding them against his chest. “Will? Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I like it,” Will repeats his earlier comment, but this time his voice cracks in the middle, and he quickly moves his hand to wipe away the tear. “I really like it, Nico.”

the full scene is in the fic, but that's just the part describing the voicenote :) highly recommend listening to the song, its incredible! and heartbreaking. i love it so much.

[coldfanbou]

TM IS Side Stories: Protector

A little date with Nayeon after a small confrontation at a fansign.

While everyone was happy with the new comeback, you and Nayeon were especially happy. You would go on a date with her after the fansign going on. You stood behind the members watching them all talk to Onces. An occasional gift was given; the members would keep it for the fansign, or you'd take it away at some point. You focus on Nayeon, for the most part, watching her smile with excitement at meeting so many fans. You notice her happiness soon goes away as some male Onces want to hold her hand. She is visibly uncomfortable and doesn't want to but refrains from saying anything. Feeling a little annoyed at them trying to hold hands with her, you step in. "Excuse me, please refrain from trying to touch the members." You say as you intrude on the conversation. The male fan understands and stops trying.

As he stands up to move to the next member, Nayeon looks up at you, whispering, "Thanks, I didn't know what to do."

"Don't worry about it. Just look at me and blink a few times if it happens again." You say as the next Once takes a seat in front of Nayeon. For the most part, the fansign continues without a problem. Occasionally the members would take too long as they played with a gift they got, but that was the only problem.

Once the event was over, you returned to the car with everyone and dropped them off at home. The kids were happy to see their mothers and quickly filled their time up as they played. You and Nayeon got ready for your date before heading out. Da-Eun, Hina, Ari, and Jisoo are lined up at the door, their mothers standing behind them. "Wish your daddy a good date!" Jihyo tells them. The children all wave to you and smile as you leave. Jihyo gives you a small kiss on the cheek. "Take good care of her."

"I will," you respond. You and Nayeon get into the car and start driving into the city. Music blares, and Nayeon sings along to the songs that play over the radio.

When the song playing ends, Nayeon speaks up, "Thanks again for today at the fansign. You really saved me."

"Again, no problem. I just wanted to keep you safe."

"Mhmm, I bet you just love playing the hero, too, don't you?" Nayeon says as she nudges your shoulder.

"No, that's not it. I just wanted to protect you…and maybe I was a little jealous." You tell her, mumbling the last part.

Nayeon laughs, "You got jealous about a Once wanting to hold my hand? Ooh, someone gets jealous easily. Did all their compliments make you jealous too?"

"N-no." Nayeon laughs again at your response.

"You don't have to be jealous. You're the only one for me." Nayeon kisses you on the cheek. Her soft lips linger before she pulls away.

"And you're all mine." You respond.

"Oh, yeah? All yours? Prove it." Nayeon says, goading you into doing something. You take one hand off the wheel and place it on her thigh, moving it closer to her nether regions. Nayeon's face turns red at your actions. "Okay! Okay! I get it. We can't do anything yet. We haven't even gotten to the restaurant. Hold on, okay?" You glance at her and smirk. In response, Nayeon took a deep breath and composed herself. "You just can't control yourself, can you?"

"It’s hard when I have someone so beautiful beside me." Nayeon blushes and turns to the side in her seat. You soon arrive at the restaurant and have a nice meal there. Nayeon has a few drinks while you can't and jokes about it. After you're done, you return to the car and begin the drive home.

As you drive, Nayeon leans over and kisses your neck, sucking on it slightly and leaving a hickey. "I love you." She says, slurring her words. You think about how the alcohol really seems to be getting to her now.

"I love you too."

"Prove it!" Nayeon whines while stomping her feet. You reach over and sneak a hand under her dress and bra, cupping her breast. Nayeon moans as you trap her nipple between your index and middle finger. You squeeze it lightly and pull on it as best as you can. "Ahh, m-my boobs."

Nayeon's moans make you hard, and she quickly notices. She reaches over and fishes your cock from its confines; semi-hard Nayeon's big hands stroke your shaft. You moan her name, "Nayeon, that feels good. Don't stop."

"I like hearing you moan my name; it lets me know you're mine. Just like that hickey."

"I guess I should leave one on you then."

"Not if you want to cause a scandal," Nayeon protests.

"Maybe I do." You say as you caress Nayeon's cheek. Nayeon leans down while you stare at the road ahead of you. You only notice the feeling of saliva dripping onto your cock as Nayeon spits on it. She strokes your cock slowly, feeling it throb in her hand. She presses her lips against the hot appendage before letting it slip past her lips and into her mouth. Nayeon's tongue swirls around the head as she strokes your shaft. "Fuck, Nayeon." Knowing that driving would be difficult, you get onto the side of the road. Luckily you were already in the countryside by that point. You hold Nayeon's head as she bobs it up and down; her saliva runs down your shaft as her tongue laps at the sides of your cock.

"Did you know a female Once asked if you were single?" Nayeon asks as she starts to lick your cock. "I told her you had a girlfriend. I wanted to tell her you’re mine."

"O-oh? You were jealous of her?"

"Yeah, you're mine, after all. The other members have had the same thing happen too."

"Really, why didn't I know about it?" You moan as Nayeon sucks the head of your cock.

"Why would I tell you about anyone else? You're ours." Nayeon mumbles as she takes a long lick of your shaft.

Your balls tighten, and you feel yourself about to cum. "Nayeon, I won't be able to last much longer." Hearing that, Nayeon pushes herself to take in more of your shaft. Your cock hits the back of her mouth as her tongue runs along the underside of your shaft. You hold her in place as you cum. Filling her mouth with the hot sticky liquid, Nayeon lets her run down her throat. Her mouth is full as you let her go; Nayeon shows you your cum before drinking it.

She huffs and presses a hand against her crotch, "can you help me?"

You smile, "Of course, but only when we get home." You start driving down the road again, getting home quickly. You carry Nayeon bridal style into the home. She giggles and nuzzles her head into your neck. "I guess we should be quiet." The members always went to bed as early as possible so they were never too tired from their schedule. You walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind you before tossing Nayeon onto the bed. Nayeon adjusts herself after landing on the bed; she faces you and smiles as you crawl onto the bed. You lift up her dress and pull on the waistband of her panties. Sliding them down her long legs, you see her shaven pussy and smile at her.

Nayeon covers her face with her hands, keeping her finger apart so she could watch what you were doing. You spread her lower lip and drag the tip of your tongue along her slit. Nayeon covers her mouth and moans, "Mmm, keep going." You flick her clit with your tongue, sending a sudden and huge wave of pleasure over her. You hold her legs apart as you push your tongue inside her. Nayeon tries to keep herself quiet; she gasps for air as she feels your nose rub against her. She pushes your head further, holding you against her cunt as you eat her out. "Ahh, fuck. You're so good." She says breathlessly. You slow down, dragging your tongue along her walls while using your fingers to tease her clit. "Please let me cum. I know you're teasing me." She begs. Her legs shake in your grip, and you give her what she wants. You make her climax; she holds your head against her cunt, forcing you to drink all her nectar. Her body twitches, and after she lets go, you crawl up her body until you're staring into her eyes.

You kiss Nayeon, sharing her nectar with her. "I-I taste pretty good." She says with a weak smile. Nayeon's body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. "I-we should take a shower before bed."

"Sounds good to me; I'll make sure to clean you up." Nayeon yelps as you pick her back up. She kisses your neck as you carry her to the bathroom. Stripping each other of your clothing, you step into the bathroom and let the warm water run over your body. You have Nayeon sit in front of you as you scrub her back. You run your hands over her smooth skin, occasionally using a fingernail to trace her back, causing her to shiver. You're tempted to clean her entire body but resist the urge. Nayeon cleans the front of her body before eventually turning around and hugging you.

You stand there momentarily, unsure what to say, so you hug her back instead. "I love you. You make me feel safe."

"I love you too, Nayeon." You pat her back; she looks up to meet your gaze. You plant a kiss on her, staying connected until you run out of breath. Nayeon huffs until she catches her breath. "I want to spend my life with you, Nayeon. I hope that we can have cute little bunnies too." Nayeon blushes, the thought of having kids with you being a dream of hers.

"L-let me clean your back." You have no complaints as you turn around and feel Nayeon scrubbing your back. You relax as she puts a lot of effort and strength into her work. You grab a towel and start drying Nayeon's hair when you're done showering. You wrap it around her, giving her the appearance of a grandma. You laugh as she pouts. "Don't laugh at me.'

"I'm sorry, you're just so cute." You return to your room, lying down with Nayeon in your arms as you watch some tv before going to bed. Nayeon is the first to start falling asleep. Her eyes shut, and her head falls before she tries to stay awake. "It’s okay, Nayeon, you can sleep. It's been a long day."

Nayeon shuts her eyes, thinking to herself that she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. She turns herself around, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, feeling completely safe and wanting to take the next step forward with you.

[megumiswife4]

Pairings ~ Megumi x Fem Reader

Warnings ~ slow burn, (possible smut in later chapters), aged-up Fushiguro (as well as other characters), 18+ only PLEASE.

WC ~ 3.4k

Chapter 3 ⤵️

Entwined Shadows 4

Theme song: Falling - Emilee

The beautiful multicolored luminescent lights filled through this dark misty night club, multiple bodies dancing against one another through each and every beat of the music, the smell of alcohol filled the air. Groups of women drunkenly laugh at one another helping the friend who had over consumed her drinks, men raving over their millionth drink of the night, coursing their friend to take the next shot. This place lived up to those expectations that were told of the locals, this was the place to be if you’re looking for a good time and for a memorable one. The environment embodied eroticism and excitement, it also lured in those who were just looking for time to pass with others and music enjoyment.

“Wow… uh… this is definitely different from the last place we went to.” Itadori announced, blankly staring into the crowd.

“Itadori we’re in a nightclub, it’ll be different from just a karaoke bar.” Y/n laughingly said, nudging at his shoulder.

All four stood barside ordering their designated drinks from the bartender, trying to speak to one another over the deafening music. It was just too hard to hear one another’s voices, it felt as if we were all in a screaming match.

Megumi turned to y/n smiling a bit, as he nudged at her wrist leaning into her. “Let me buy you a drink y/n” he exclaimed.

“What why?! Spending time with you and our friends is more than enough.” She giggled, as her bright red cheeks flushed. It most definitely was the alcohol… she’s buzzed.

“Well it’s for the experience for the both of us.” Megumi blurted out, letting a dainty half smile appear.

“So what you’re saying is you want to experience buying a lady her drink for the first time huh? Well… I’m one lucky woman.” She nervously smiled.

“Well yes but also, I don’t want to buy some random woman’s drink if I'm not attracted to her.”

Megumi’s eyes began to widen, realizing what he had just blurted out.

“Look, that isn’t what I meant to say! I’m not attracted to you. I mean… I… I just meant that you’re not unattractive but you also ARE beautiful and I mean that in the most platonic way coming from a friend… that is a guy.”

Nervously scratching the back of his head, he embarrassingly turned around. His hand massages the temples of his forehead. Megumi knew he wasn’t fond of words when it came to women let alone y/n, he tried to make this situation much less awkward than it already was for himself.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, but deep down her heart felt a jolt with the small compliment.

“ Well you’re handsome too Megumi… in a platonic way of course.”

Her hand slightly tugged at his pinky, as she let out a miniscule giggle. Her rosy red cheeks couldn’t have been more obvious playing it off as if she wasn’t even phased at the slightest.

“I’m guessing our other friends were trying to pair us up with a partner by the end of the night huh?” He turned to questioned y/n, changing the subject quickly refraining from any awkwardness.

“That’s what happens when we aren’t trying to look for people, I love having my friends around. If someone were to be for us wouldn’t they just come find us? Right place, right time kind of situation right? It’s like only you and I would end up with someone from Jujutsu High, we only understand each other and what we do. Who am I kidding, I probably sound ridiculous.” She stated.

Everything seemed to click for the both of them, Megumi had a grand idea set in his mind and as long as y/n played along with; it would be an eventful night for the both of them.

“I’ve got this crazy idea, why don't we just pretend that we don’t know each other for the rest of the night? it would be as if we were in those stupid romcoms, when two strangers meet at a club and take a liking to one another? It would be fun to just confuse Itadori and Nobara wouldn’t it?”

Megumi clammored, chuckling at the thought of their friends being totally repulsed by the idea that us both would actually like each other.

“Not a bad idea, it would most definitely be hilarious… let's do it!” Y/n stated, placing both hands on either side of Megumi’s shoulders jumping in excitement.

They both were the bestest of friends to one another, it couldn’t possibly be the worst idea right?

“In that case let’s start from the beginning.” He insisted.

Making a 360° turn, Megumi began to initiate a conversation with y/n. Pretending as if she was a stranger he’s been taking an interest in the whole night, this could be the alcohol confidence emerging from within himself.

Y/n POV

I have to admit, I like this idea of ‘playing pretend’ with Megumi. It was exciting. To be honest we’re just friends anyways, all fun and games right? But somehow in some way I want it to be real... it’s just so dumb of me to think this way, could I really be exuding the feeling of just more than friendship? Or maybe it’s the alcohol speaking for me? Forget it.

Megumi’s long fingers grazing his collared shirt adjusting it, he took notice of me observing him. He batted a glance towards me, both of our gazes meeting. He smiled and eventually turned his head away just for a moment, returning back into a normal state. Megumi leaned on the bar countertop, those green eyes fixated over mine, being mesmerized by his delicate eyes… those lashes… his stoic demeanor, I liked that a lot about him.

“What brings you here?”

Megumi stated in confidence, it built up over the course of a few drinks from that karaoke bar to the nightclub. His forearm slowly inched closer to my arm, I felt… nervous, that’s nearly impossible. I couldn’t believe it, his entire presence made me feel in such a way I couldn’t describe on my own. Initially I internally felt overwhelmed with anxiousness, but externally putting up a front of confidence as it being the only way for me to go ahead with this.

“I assume the only reason why I’m here is for the same exact reason you are. No?”

“Some good drinks, great music, and maybe a beautiful woman to engage in conversation with?”

Beautiful? That’s a first, truthfully it’s scarce to receive such direct compliments of beauty let alone from Megumi. Immediately my cheeks flushed red, my heart skipping a beat. This entire illusive scenario is catching me off guard, I truly couldn’t distinguish if he’s being serious or just playing his cards right. If I hadn’t drank so much tonight pulling this off wouldn’t have been so easy for me. He must think I'm trying to play this well off like him, being that we were already buzzed at this point; but I still felt conscious enough to make smart decisions on my own. We would have to see how long this game could last for, at that point was it even really a game? Or were these drunken truths of hidden desiring feelings for the both of us? Maybe this was just all a figment of my imagination.

“Yeah you’re right, one can say having a nice drink with a handsome man like you is worthwhile along with great music.”

His cheeks began to blossom red throughout his face, sure it was an endearing compliment but it seemed to have made him feel such a way.

“By the way the name is Megumi… Megumi Fushiguro.”

“Nice to meet you Megumi Fushiguro, the name is Y/n L/n.”

Extending his hand out for a shake, I decided to return the favor. Placing my hand over his own, I was under the impression that a normal handshake would have taken place but instead he pulled my hand close, his lips planting a delicate kiss on the top of my hand. A surprised look appeared on my face, I shyly smiled looking away, too nervous to take one look at him because I knew he would be focusing on my reaction… he played this too well if you ask me.

He seemed to be deep in thought, just before another word could escape from his mouth a sudden loud shouting from right beside me shifted our focus elsewhere.

“Y/n! Let's go dance, they are playing our favorite song right now! We seriously can't miss this one out.”

Kugisaki and Itadori announced excitedly, as they impatiently waited for my response to head to the dance floor with them.

“Would you excuse me for just a second? I promise I'll be right back to keep you company.”

Calmly letting out a vast smile, Megumi nodding his head in approval. Tucking the loose strand of hair behind my ear, taking one last look at him before I’d return to accompany him.

“They’re seriously playing naughty girl by Beyoncé? Jesus, Itadori is going to be having a blast; he knows every lyric to this song!” Shouting excitedly at Kugisaki.

Laughing intensely, Kugisaki and I held one another’s hands into the air dancing around one another, sharing laughs and making fun of Itadori singing the song word for word; better than us girls. His dance moves were impressive, as I expected him to be as boring as the next man in this club, but I should've known this from Itadori. He was an extraordinary singer and dancer for as long as I’ve known him.

Both Itadori and Kugisaki engaged in a dance battle, embarrassingly enough the crowd surrounding them were cheering on the both of them it was a tie between the two. A tough battle but they were just too good to have a winner. Megumi calmly cheered and displayed a dainty smile at us three as he took big gulps of his drink.

The crowd began to increase and my vision of Megumi began to vanish due to the overwhelming amount of people crowding the nightclub. He needed to come out to dance with all of us. There was no way he was just going to be a bystander on a special night like this.

“Bring Fushiguro out to dance with us, he looks depressing just sitting back drinking barside of the nightclub.”

Itadori yelled, rolling his eyes in annoyance, as Kugisaki slightly pushed me forward to grab Megumi along to the dance floor with us. Walking my already buzzed self over to him, I could feel that my legs were not properly walking as one would be if they were completely sober; as he was enjoying the scenery around him he happened to lock his view with me.

“Hey Fushiguro.”

Megumi didn’t favor me calling him by his last name, he would always wince and cocks his head a certain way; I knew how to get under his skin easily. He never did like it… even on the first day I met him he preferred that I called him by his first name.

“It’s Megumi… Please.”

“Sure Megumi, if you don't mind, would you like to join Kugisaki, Itadori and I for a little fun on the dance floor?”

“I don't really dance, it really isn’t my thing”

“Well the point for a nightclub is to dance, remember what you talked about earlier? Well… to enjoy the music everyone dances, I mean a man wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to dance with a beautiful person would he?”

Megumi’s POV

Goddammit she's right, she's doing really well with staying in character. What I said earlier to her… I meant it all, she is a beautiful woman and not in the way most men would perceive my view of beauty, it was more than just looks. It was her enlightenment of being around our friends… even me. Always continued to be herself and thrive off her own vulnerability, I liked that about her.

She always knew a way with her words, I couldn’t say no to her offering a dance with everyone. After all, we were going to head back home soon after this.

“Well in that case I’ll join you all for a dance.”

“Great! First let's get some more drinks in our system before we head back out onto the dance floor.”

First round was on y/n, I insisted that I’d pay for the expenses but she wouldn’t budge. Flashing my credit card towards the bartender without y/n’s acknowledgement he knew immediately the tab would be under me. She wasn’t much of a drinker but my god she sure was downing those drinks much like water, shot after shot I am almost positive she was more than buzzed at this point. Drinking as much as she could but I, myself had yet to be drunk, I knew it would kick in as soon as we would head onto the dancefloor. I felt a hand grip onto my wrist, as the other was tilting a shot glass ingesting every last drop of the alcohol into my mouth. Looking over it was y/n, I assume by now she was ready for that dance floor.

“I feel great, now let's head on out!” She exclaimed, a beaming smile plastered across her face.

Before I could even begin to form a sentence, Y/n had grabbed ahold of my empty glass, setting it aside as her other hand was ever so slightly gripping onto my wrist; she slowly pulled me into the crowd excitedly. There was Itadori and Kugisaki dancing under the luminescent lights and the scattered smoke. They both were too drunk to notice us beside them, their drinks in one hand, as the other raised into the air going to the beat of the music; it was hilarious seeing this view. This side of us as Jujutsu sorcerers that is rarely ever seen.

“Are we still in character as promised?” Y/n questioned loudly.

“I didn’t know we were breaking character all of a sudden?” I questioned, giving a confused look.

I don’t want to look disinterested, which I wasn’t. Dancing wasn’t my forte; it honestly was awkward for myself but the least I could do is dance with y/n. The music echoed throughout the club, as the bass of the song would feel like it was traveling through my entire body, almost as if my heart was going to every single beat of it… I liked it. My vision was feeling a bit distorted and it’s when I realized then that I was more than just buzzed, I wanted to drown out my own anxious thoughts and feelings especially around y/n.

Suddenly Latch by Sam Smith began to play through the DJ’s loudspeakers, it took only one look at y/n and she was already dancing so freely. Itadori and Kugisaki were nowhere to be found, assuming they might’ve been consumed into the crowded dance floor.

Y/n swaying her hips back and forth, one hand running through her hair tilting at the head slightly; while the other raising into the air. Certainly she was consumed by the music's beat, the surrounding people all seemed to disappear in my view; one could say tunnel vision is what it felt like. Every movement she engaged in seemed to be slowed down by none other than time itself, or maybe just my own drunken sight. Her dancing was an art of its own, captivated by her every move but not in the sense of eroticism more so of letting go of the moment… feeling freely.

She took notice of me standing there nodding to the sound of the beat, I knew she would have eventually forced me to do a little more movement than just nodding my head.

Instantly y/n grabbing my hands pulling me closer towards her she had both hands interlocked with mine moving in close then back out with her hands still intertwined with mine, I didn’t know what else to do I was perplexed at what to do next and nothing else could have prepared me for what was next.

Y/n POV

The music, the alcohol in my system, dancing… It felt euphoric. Every single part couldn’t stop moving. Of course there was no trace of Itadori and Kugisaki, the only person was him… Megumi.

I couldn’t remember what happened next other than my hands were interlocked with his, my heart fluttered. His long veiny hands were connected with my petite ones, suddenly I felt something travel from the back of my shoulder to my lower back pulling me in; only inches away from Megumi’s chest while the other hand rested on hip.

Megumi leaned in, whispering into my ear, “Is that alright with you? Uh… with my hand placement?”

Sending chills throughout my body, his questioning seemed a bit nervous and unsure whether I would be okay with all this happening, but I felt more than okay at the fact that he was able to branch out of his comfort zone to grab me in such a way. My hand took hold of his neck, reaching up were my lips just a few centimeters away from his ear. Just for one moment I closed my eyes and the smell of the perfect amount of spritzed cedar wood cologne exuded from his neck and in between the fixtures of his collared button up.

“Of course it is Megumi, I think your hands fit perfectly there.”

His figure towering over my smaller framed self. He smiled as we both continued to dance, both of my arms wrapped around his neck as I leaned my head back closing my eyes feeling out the beat of the music. He continued to keep a tight grip around my waist to prevent me from falling back, finally rising back towards Megumi; I was abruptly pressed into his chest as he leaned in once again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to fall.” He mumbled, plastering a gentle smile.

“That’s alright by me.”

My eyes met his being that they were only a few inches away from one another, as we stared into each other's gaze just for a moment as I turned my back facing him. My right arm reached back to grab his hand, placing at the base of my hip as I began bending lower and lower; moving my hips left to right then gradually coming upward. Guiding his hands throughout the entire dance, to my avail he proceeded to follow along with my body and it’s movements as he decided to lead me in his maneuvers.

The hand that was placed onto my hip had unexpectedly grasped my hand twirling me around, as I was now facing him once again. Both of his hands were now pulling my waist in closer. Our chest’s were now brushing one another, an instant connection of our hearts beating faster and faster. Megumi caressed my cheek, his thumb grazing it and his hands were… so soft I didn’t want this moment to come to an end. It was inevitable, as it felt the surrounding crowd was disappearing into thin air and now it was just us two. My arms wrapped around his neck, as us both leaned in closer and closer as our lips were just inches away from one another. Craving nothing more than this moment right now with him.

Megumi’s POV

Her eyes, how long and fluttery those lashes were, the structure of that beautiful face, those lips. I wanted nothing more than having y/n in my embrace, just one kiss…

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“ Fushigurooo!!! Y/nnnnnn!!!”

Abruptly Megumi and y/n heard two familiar voices, quickly turning their heads as it was none other than Itadori and Kugisaki. The both straight faced staring, scrutinizing the interaction between the two.

Kugisaki slowly turned her head towards Itadori, “Is that… what I think it is?”

“Yeah, it is what you think it is. That really was just about to happen.” As Itadori and Kugisaki were dumbfounded by the situation at hand.

In a hurried manner, both Megumi and Y/n both tried to brush off the interesting encounter before suddenly being interrupted.

As megumi thought to himself Itadori is going to tease me the rest of the night on what was happening between Y/n and I. There was no other way of explaining this with him other than just the truth, the friendship with her was perfect but on an emotional level I wanted something more between us two… more than just surface level but even I’m not sure what my feelings were.

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[stonyponyofficial]

oh shit? whats that skanking this way? are those some more summer songs? are those some summer songs spliced seamlessly alongside some ska since Skaugust started? seems interesting, maybe u should pick em up and take a listen if u get the chance... might be the rudest sounds of the SKAmmer...

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Remember Summer Days - Anri: my city pop kick has not ended as you will continue to see. its the kinda shit that makes me wanna be taken on a warm evening drive. yeahh bitch i control the music and im not even driving >:3 sorry. umm also the horns make the song fit our skankin tone this time around so very well. they are like sisters <3

Car Song - Danny L Harle, MC Boing - speaking of drives! if, say, you are ever driving in a car, or perhaps playing music in a car this would be the track to signal to those around u that u are doing those things. i just love mc boing also. so much dumb hype that i cant help but follow his lead and bounce along. check out his like three other songs if u get the changce soun

Death Grips is Online - Death Grips: i was looking at my 'summer rewind' on spotify and this was apparently a death grips song i had listened to a lot a few years ago just without getting into any more death grips after that? it makes sense tho i was listening to a lot of igor of tyler the creator fame around that time. i was probably like ooooh this has that hard cunchy igor bass i like. and was like 😂 what the heck is the rest of their stuff tho seriously tihs is craazy 😂. probably is how i was like back then. tch. fool.

Flaunt It/Cheap - Rae Sremmurd: amen break waveform tattooed on my forehead running up to u voice HEY U SHOULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG THEY. HEY> THEY RAP OVER AN AMEN BREAK ITS GOOD. okay thats misleading they only do that for a bit but after that the flow is very amen break inspired..but then beat switch thats still very good i love a good beat switch and all.... i just wish he kept spitting over that pure amen break sample. paws in pockets kicking the dirt as i walk away.....

Helium - Ecco2k (Drain Gang Archives): comes back excitedly to talk about draing gang ^w^. this time around our drain gang entrance is actually a bootleg posted by a drain gang leak aggregator on spotify. in case u were wonering this is probably the best of those unreleased/leaked songs ........... ecco's voice fits this song so well with all his falsetto stuff (get it it's like helihey it's like a helium balloon get it his voice it's hifh) but he also does that on his other songs bc he's a beautiful angel. GOd and his pouty fucking sighs in the chorus god i just wann[

Merlin's Staff - Ski Mask The Slump God: as i posted about before i love me some ski mask :) i hadnt listened to a lot of his new stuff until i watched his most recent interview with nardwuar. it is from here that i found this song bc ski mask references nardy on the track. HOWEVER. i would be remiss if i did not talk about my favorite lyric from this song that ive refrained from just posting as is. makes me GIGGLE every goddamn time.

"On the go like Mario, drive in a kart

Lisa Simpson, her head sharp"

now he does bring this back around to be a joke about her "giving brain" but just that line alone with the cadence gets stuck in my head. Li. sa. Simp. son. Her. Head. Sharp.

Morning Bell - Radiohead: speaking of... head? been catching up with ol mr. head recently on account of people i know whose music opinions i trust liking his tunes a lot (hai :3) this is My preferred morning bell btw.... for u music perverts out there who wanna know (hai :3) .... the drum groove is irresistible and the piano feels so cooold. cmon its in 5/4.... like im sorry to those whom i may have disappointed i do like amnesiac morning bell it feels a lot eerier.. yet brighter with all the bells? and the 'release me's in that one are very pretty but. kid a morning bell 👍

your clothes - Jane Remover: still havent listened to new jane BUT i have gone back to revisit old stuff i hadnt listened to in a while. upon listening to this one i was reminded Wow! Jane just doesn't miss! so congrats to Jane the Remover on being the only artist to have never left some songs thus far. may ur reign be long.

Last Summer Whisper - Anri: i leave you with this. the last whisper of summer. the last whisper of my city pop kick. the last whisper of some songs until fall right guys? do u guys hear a train?

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Train to Skaville (Live) - The Selecter: ALLLLLLLLL ABOOOOOOOAAAARRRD. THIS TRAIN. IS BOUND. FOR. SKAVILLE!!!!!!!!! wait oh shit i can't leave yet i have a train to catch 😳someone made a joke to me last year about this song (i believe it was in September they said 'the train to skaville has left the station') and i straight up didnt get it at the time bc i was kind of a poser skahead when i made my skaugust post eheh nervous laughs bc i pretended to know it in that post ehehe ^^ . i do believe in ska fans beliefs (that ska is good, and anticapitalism probably) i just didnt know much about it besides like stupid horse did it that one time and that post about a kid getting an extra mozz stick.. anyway fast forward one year this fucking song is the idle music in my head. i pretend to be that funky ass bass on this song a lot too hehe. there are MANT live versions of this song on yt so i chose the most fitting one for the playlist but the one ive been listening to is the spotify one -w-

Superman - Goldfinger - this is the archetypal ska song to me. and u know why. that fucking post about that kid getting an extra mozzarella stick and ska plays in his head. from uo there ^. this is the song on that post. this is like capital s Ska to me. u know how people associate dnb with really slick games u grind on rails and skate/snowboard in. make the main character 12 and sucking ass on his first shitty skateboard rolling around his neighborhood and the soundtrack is now ska. only this song actually. it is good tho is the important thing

Never Meant - Skatune Network, JER:

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I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - Skatune Network, JER:

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Come on Eileen - Save Ferris:

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Take On Me - Reel Big Fish: what can i say im a sucker for a ska cover? SKA-ver. heh so true

Old SKrAp - Jeff Rosenstock: i believe jeff rosenstock has done other things which i will get to eventually like all things but i know him specifically for having made an album called No Dream (that i... havent listened to :/) which released in 2020 (05/20 specifically). and then.. on 04/20 of 2021 (!!!!!!!!!!! WEEED WEED ITS WEED) he released Ska Dream, which, of course, is a complete reworking of No Dream but to be Ska instead. the original title of this song is Old Crap which they still sing in the song i just love how they put SKA into the title. all of them are like this btw.

stupid horse - 100 gecs: the OG. also s/o aimkid amv. s/o all aimkid amvs but thats beside the point. there was a point in 100 gecstory that there were maybe only a few interviews they did after 1000 gecs and ofc not many live performance videos besides minecraft festival screen recordings and maybe one video of a show from the secret tour. but there was an interview from skullcandy of all places with an accompanying live performance of stupid horse that i rewatched sevreal times :) ......... i thought the neon green and yellow set pieces and outfits were cool ok??? anyway fucking stupid horse yeah a swordfish dancer spend my money on a fishnet carousel go go go go goin so fast now go go go go goin so fast now.

Frog On The Floor - 100 gecs: and then they did it again :)

I Got My Tooth Removed - 100 gecs: and did it again :)

Two-By-Four-And-A-Half - Thee Goblins: as i said before ive been narding it up recently with some nardwuar interviews. my favorite thing about him is his elusiveness as like. a guy who does things besides being nardwuar. and my favorite story about him doing other things is that on his quest to interviewing kurt cobain, he tried talking to dave grohl and somehow dave recognized nardwuar from a band he's in (this band Thee Goblins :3). but the band wears masks when they perform so u cant see its nardwuar. and he still knew it was him without the mask and i guess felt enough respect for nardwuar in that moment to decide to get him an in with kurt, which did come to fruition BTW. anyway this song is a SKA SONG by NARDWUAR himself.... this isn't on the yt playlist unfortch but there is a good video of the nardman himself and others as thee goblins.

Ska Sucks - Big D and the Kids Table: found this one while just ska-ouring ska-tify for more ska. and idk theres just something in a good subversive title (and lyrics if u venture to take a listen >w< ).anyway this ska doesn't suck its quite good actually :) this is a theme in ska if u could not tell. being quite good not sucking. sorry if that was unclear.

yyyaWWWn ummmmmmmn.. okay This is ewher i leave u.. with all the skanking ive been doing i believe ive kicked up a month long ska storm... but i hear there are some pretty rude winds forecasted to come in later today so oerhaps keep ur ears to the wind on that front 😳... um anyway peels off in my car i am sooooo licensed to operate leaving u behind with this helpful guidento steer your path. and this, thjs last SKA-mmer whisper, is how ill leave u until fall music fans :3 <3

[thosekillerheels]

First, please don’t feel you have read this whole thing-it’s a stream of consciousness love letter. Dearest, dearest, dearest To Venus And Back💗 you are my second favorite Tori record, and my only “ all purpose” one, meaning I don’t have to be in a particular mood, I just push play and float in your interplanetary glow. If I had to describe you in one word, it would be LUSCIOUS. I’ll never forget Tori describing Venus on VH1 Women First as “a bleeding watercolor coning out of your speakers.” Listening this morning, I was taken aback by the perfection of every note, every breath, every sound. So I’m doing things differently this time-going song by song to luxuriate in your beauty.

-Bliss-the last cassette I bought “in real time.” Your dark, mysterious tone, your driving intensity of the last, repeated chorus, the timbre and tone of Tori’s voice (here and throughout the record), the “weird Tori-“ness of the verses, the “I said”’s. So freaking good

-Juarez-Bliss is fantastic, but it was when I heard Juarez for the first time, I KNEW this record would be thebomb.com. Only T could make just 3 piano notes so haunting and effective. The percussion, the “rubber band” twanging sound (obsessed) the background harmony, the lyrics, the breathy vocals and the way they trail off at the end of some of the lines. I always envision a purple desert(all the songs are purple. The songs and the album art mirror each other completely)

-Concertina-so light and airy, with some slightly jagged edges from guitar

-Glory Of The 80’s-it always tickles me that there’s HARPSICHORD in the very beginning. Another thing only T could do, make harpsi work in a song set in space. “Orbiting around”,always reminds me of Black Dove for some reason. Yaaaas Bugle Boy Models, Silicon Party Barbies, drag kings called Venus, and “karma drawn up in lines”-a nod to the prevalence of coke during the decadent decade! And yes, I bought The Story of O (in the wild at a used book store) because of this song

-Lust- my sweet, sweet, girl. You’re absolutely “one of my best friends out of all the songs,” and one of my most used phone alarms. Beautiful, ethereal lyrics, and a piano refrain that, like the slithery keyboard of Riot Poof’s chorus, never, ever, ever loses her shine. I listened to this song a lot when I was homesick at college. Love, love, love. She lives inside my bones

-Suede-subterranean, dark, purple and dull glowing green like electronic lights. The Pay Per View performance is my JAM. “Swallow her whole star intact-I mean!!

-Josephine-Such a dear heart. I love the stripped down recording against sparkling mental images of Paris at night, looking out over the city. And “empty like the Tuileries” always carries extra poignance as an illusionto Tori’s miscarriages

-Riot Poof- MY GIRL! sensual, reptilian, warm, a GROOVE. Another song where I love all the sounds. The chorus has been my ringtone since 2008. A VIBE.

-Datura-I mean!!! Epic in every sense of the word, withThe epitome of lusciousness. The Dionysian, ancient vibe of the the first part, with a pagan veneration of nature herself, flower by flower. The flowers of Tori’s garden in Florida at the time and a real moment for anyone like me who loves Tori’s speaking voice. Then “is there room in my heart…” I alway visualize flying through dark space among the stars. The zinging/shooting star sound is one of my favorite sounds on the whole album. Obsessed. Then we float out even further to the “Dividing Canaan” part-when the percussion, especially the cymbals, becomes a intergalactic ocean where we swim, and swim, and swim. The first time I listened to this song, I thought a new song had started, and was confused. Later during that time, “Dividing Canaan” became a vehicle for me for meditative, centering practice. I would balance a book on my head and focus my attention in a meditative gaze. I remember specifically using the book Naked Lunch, I think just because it was around

-Spring Haze-more amazing percussion. More purple land and skyscapes. I’ve always loved the slightly melancholy mood of this song, and the rhythmic interplay of the vocals, drums, and piano is a great example of the sonically detailed layering on the entire album-you really have to listen to SH to hear everything-like Datura, Riot Poof, GOT80’s, and Juarez. The deepening ocean is warm and lulling

-1,000 Oceans- Simple yet beautiful, the only landscape (Salisbury Hill) that evokes the color green. The piano mimics calm ocean waves. Another comfort song of love and protection

-Zero Point-This girl!! Another epic, another visit to a now apocalyptic Paris. I believe T made the right choice putting Datura on the record. I love how Zero Point was such a mystery for so long though. Datura and Zero Point are intrinsically connected because their “format” is exacttge same, and yet they are completely unique in themselves. I really took the litany at the end into my spirit and my identity when ZP first came out, and like Lust, she’s in my bones. I think a lot about the power of the ancient, universal, leaning feminine force the narrator has ascended into-she has access to the Om, the Vatican Library, and other “places”where sacred/secret knowledge of the universe and the self without Ego can be found for those who are dedicated to a spiritual quest of self and universal knowledge. Years ago, someone was collecting essays for a book about different things Tori. Zero Point/secret knowledge, involving the Mayans, Buddhism, and other shit. So, an exploration of a facet of The Divine Feminine. The project fell through, but I read a lot and researched, and I still have all those notes. Maybe I should restart that project for my own academic curiosity and achievement.

I think it took me about 2 hours to write this. This album lives behind me heart, a place Tori talked about while promoting the album. I love, love, love her. Happy Birthday, love; I’ll go anywhere with you(and back) always and forever 💜💜💜💜

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Just A Kiss Pt. 2

Soft Billy Hargrove x Reader

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Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,219

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Post Date: January 31st, 2023

Post Time: 10:46 pm

Summary: Billy, Reader, Max and Lucas go to the beach to spend one of their last days together before Max and Lucas start senior year. While they're there, they have some fun before the reader gives Billy some news that makes him feel like he’s over the moon happy. 

This can be read as a part 2 to our other fic Just A Kiss or as a stand alone fic. 

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Billy’s Pov: 

My eyes slowly open and take a moment to fully wake up. I feel movement to my right and that’s when a slow grin makes way to my face. I look down and see that y/n is still curled up to my side. 

She lets out a light puff of air as she continues to sleep and I can’t help but watch her be so peaceful. I grin as an idea comes to my mind and I pull her slightly closer. I nuzzle my face into her neck before leaving a kiss on it. 

Her face scrunches up for a moment before going peaceful once again. I roll my eyes and nuzzle her neck again only lightly trying to make it tickle. Again she scrunches her face up and I leave another kiss on her neck before I feel her hand come up to my hair. 

She tangles her fingers in my hair and gently pulls me up to her. She keeps her eyes closed, but pulls me into a kiss. I kiss her back for a moment and she hums into it before I pull back. I grin at her and reach up to play with a strand of her hair. 

“Good morning, princess,” I speak up softly with a light smile as I continue to play with her hair. 

“Good morning, handsome,” she whispers out with her own smile on her face. 

I put my forehead to hers and close my eyes with a sigh. We sit with our foreheads together for a moment and she continues to scratch at my head. 

“What ya thinking about, baby?” she quietly asks me and I grin as I open my eyes to look into hers. 

“I’m thinking that… you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on… and that I’m incredibly lucky to have you as a wife,” I speak softly before leaning my head forward to peck her lips. 

It’s moments like this that remind me of all my thoughts last night and I just love her more. I grin as she grows bashful and I can’t help but love where we have ended up in life. 

“Billy… stop it. You’re making me feel all mushy! It doesn’t help that I’m pregnant, which makes me feel extra mushy!” She shouts out as she covers her face and groans. 

“Sorry princess. Can’t help but to state the truth,” I tell her and she pulls her hand away from her face as she shakes her head. 

“I can’t with you when you get all sentimental…” she tells me as she playfully pushes me off and I chuckle. 

“Are we still going down to the beach today?” she asks and I nod as she slowly pushes herself up off the bed. 

“Yup. You, me, and Max,” I respond and she nods. 

“Ok. Well, I’m gonna get ready then,” she tells me and I grin as I nod at her while she grabs her swimsuit from the drawer. 

“Oh, one more thing,” she says as she turns around and waddles back over to me. 

“I love you,” she tells me with a grin before pecking my lips, then running to the bathroom. 

“I love you too, sweetheart!” I yell out just as the door closes and I chuckle, shaking my head as I get up. 

“B! Are you going to wear your trunks or would you like me to put them in the bag?” she yells out from the closet that she'd gone into a few minutes ago and I pause with a little chuckle. 

“Already got em’ ready to put on, babe, but can you please make sure my extra pair is in the bag?!” I ask her as I get up and walk over to the dresser where I had laid them last night before bed. 

“Yeah, I got you babe!” she replies from the closet and I shake my head as a smile falls on my face at her quoting of the song. 

“Princess, you do know that song’s almost five years old right!?” I shout out, but all she replies with is a giggle, which makes me shake my head. 

I quickly change into my trunks before starting to grab my wallet and other things to stuff in my pockets. Just as I pull my wallet off the dresser, something falls out of it. I bend down, rolling my eyes —I need to start making sure everything is in there tight when I close it next time— and quickly pick whatever it is up with the plan of putting it back in better than before. 

As I grab it, I realize it’s one of the polaroids I keep in my wallet. I turn it around so it’s facing the right way and when I do a grin makes way to my face when I see which one it is. It’s another one of us from that first date night and I look over it as I stand back up, opening my wallet to put it back in. 

Once it’s back in, I close my wallet and shove it into my swim trunks pocket. Just as I pull my hand from my pocket, the doorbell goes off. 

“Baby! Can you get the door, please? It’s probably Max,” y/n shouts from the closet and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Sure, but babe, what are you doing in there? You’ve been in there quite a while,” I shout as I head to the door.

“Oh! Just you wait. You’ll know later. Just go get the door,” she tells me.

“Ok… ok…” I agree before walking out of our room and down the stairs. 

I walk up to the door and pull it open to see my little sister standing there along with Lucas. She smiles softly before shrugging. 

“Sorry. I thought having him here would make me feel like less of a third wheel,” she tells me and I nod before letting them in. 

“I’ve got no problem with it. Just wasn’t expecting him,” I tell her as we all walk into the living room and sit down. 

“Max! Lucas! What a surprise! How have you guys been?” Y/n asks as she slowly comes down the stairs. 

“Babe. Let me help you,” I say as I rush over to help her down the stairs. 

“Oh, would you quit? I’m five months pregnant, I'm perfectly capable of walking down the stairs,” she groans out, swatting my hands away and I shrug. 

“Still gonna help you whether you like it or not, babe,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me. 

“We’ve been fine. Would you look at you! You're glowing!” Max replies with a smile as she gets up to hug her with a wide grin. 

“How’ve you guys been? How’s my little niece or nephew been?” Max asks as she pulls back from y/n, but still keeping a hold of her arms. 

“We’ve been great. A little tired and sore, but both me and the baby are great. I’m so glad your brother convinced me to move out here,” y/n tells her with a grin as she holds her hand out to me. 

I move over and grab her hand with a smile. Max grins before sitting back down and I follow, pulling y/n with. 

“Are we eating before we go or there?” Max asks as she fully sits down now. 

“We’ll eat there. Do you guys have your bags?” I ask and Max nods. 

“They’re in the car ready to just switch over,” she tells me and I nod. 

“My goodness, I can’t believe this is the last summer before you're a senior,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. 

“Ok, dad,” Max jokes as she rolls her eyes at me. 

“Hey. I get to be sentimental, ok! You’re my little sister. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. Plus, I better be the one that kid asks when he’s getting ready to marry you,” I affirm, making both Lucas and Max blush on the couch as I point at him. 

“Well, I would say I prefer that over you catching us kissing the first time…or the old Billy,” Max mumbles out and I fold my arms over my chest. 

“Shouldn’t have kissed on the porch then… should have done it before he brought you home. He better not be asking Harrington either,” I explain with a shrug and point at Max, making y/n let out a snort. 

“And that’s better than our first real kiss? And why would he be asking Steve?” she jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“Not my fault your dad came out at just the perfect time. Plus, I wasn’t the one who initiated the make out and moaned. That, my dear, was you. I would have been just fine with just a kiss goodnight,” I promise with a shrug and she slaps my shoulder. 

“And I know Harrington is like the father of the group or whatever, but I get asked, not him,” I wiggle my fingers as I try to make my point, making y/n giggle as she shakes her head. 

“He’s the babysitter, not the dad. Maybe big brother status, but never dad. Of course I’d want Lucas to ask you. You’re my big brother first and foremost,” Max tells me her face scrunched up and my heart swells with pride. 

“Most definitely,” Lucas agrees with wide eyes and a nod when Max looks at him. 

“Wait. Wait. Wait. So, Billy, you're saying that it was my fault my dad heard me moan…” y/n asks, changing the subject again and I nod as I start to get up off the couch. 

“Good. And precisely, princess. That wasn’t my fault,” I muse as I walk to the kitchen. 

“Babe, is the cooler ready to go out?” I ask as I turn back to look at y/n. 

She smiles, nodding and I give a nod to let her know I got what she was saying. I walk the rest of the way into the kitchen and find the cooler sitting out. I shake my head before lifting the handle and pulling it on its wheels behind me. 

“Princess… you didn’t by chance lift this to get it off the table did you?” I ask as I walk back through to the main room and she looks at Max. 

“Uhh oh… Maxie, I’m in trouble…” she whispers to Max, who just laughs. 

“Really that bad, huh?” Max asks and y/n rolls her eyes. 

“He won’t even let me lift a towel sometimes. I swear your brother is smothering me!” Y/n playfully jokes and I coyly grin at her. 

“You think she’d be used to the smothering by now,” Lucas chimes in with a laugh, making Max laugh too. 

“Right?! They’ve been together for how long now?” Max replies before trying to remember the answer to her own question. 

“Four, almost five years,” I inform them as I pick up my keys from the key bowl. 

“Wow. He knows that better than I do,” y/n jokes as she and Max giggle. 

“Billy’s always been good with dates,” Max adds with a shrug and y/n hums in agreement. 

“Well, are all of you coming or not?” I ask and they all nod before starting to get up. 

Max helps y/n up and I smile knowing my wife’s in good hands. Without looking to see who’s following, I walk out to my car and Lucas follows right behind. I open the trunk and he quickly moves their stuff over as I put the cooler in before getting into the car. 

“Where are the girls?” I ask after he gets into the back seat. 

“I don’t know. They said they had to do one more thing before we leave,” he tells me with a shrug and I nod before turning the music up slightly. 

It’s only a few minutes later that the girls come out, giggling the whole way. Y/n stands by the trunk and Max stops by her door as y/n knocks on the trunk lightly. I pop it open and she puts whatever she has in before coming around to get into the front seat as Max gets in the back next to Lucas. 

“What are you two giggling about?” I ask as they get buckled up. 

“Girl stuff. I’m sure you don’t wanna know, Mr. Machoman, ” Max jokingly sounds annoyed as she playfully rolls her eyes at me. 

“Whatever you say,” I decide to just go along with it. 

I look over to y/n only to see her smiling widely and I can’t help but smile myself. I shake my head in slight disbelief that this is my life before looking straight at the road again as I continue to drive us to the beach. Soon before I know it, we’re arriving and I’m parking the camaro.  

“Me and Max’ll go find a good spot. You boys get the stuff and come find us,” y/n informs as she quickly gets out of the car and lets Max out. 

“Uhh. Ok. Be careful!” I shout out to her as I get out while her and Max seem to scurry off like two road runners. 

“We will!” Max shouts back before turning back and letting y/n grab her arm before they continue on their way. 

I look at Lucas with a raised eyebrow and he shrugs, shaking his head no. I shake my head in amusement before turning and opening the trunk. Lucas grabs his and Max’s stuff as I grab the stuff y/n had packed as well as the cooler. 

We walk down and look for the girls. Soon we find them laying out the big blanket and sitting down on it. I put the cooler on one corner of the blanket before sitting down next to y/n. Lucas sets his and Max’s bag down before sitting down himself. 

Together we all stay on the blanket for a while, just soaking in the sun and enjoying each other’s company. Y/n and Max read a magazine together, giggling every once in a while. Each of us snack off of the food y/n had packed. 

Lucas does whatever he wants and I do a crossword puzzle with my headphones that are connected to my walkmen. Thunderstruck by AC/DC plays in my ears as y/n scratches my scalp lightly while still laughing with Max over their magazine. It’s all serene as we all just exist together for a while. 

“Babe, I forgot to tell you,” y/n speaks, pulling the left ear of my headphones off as she looks down at me where my head lays on her thigh. 

“You forgot to tell me something, hmm? And what would that be, princess?” I ask her as I grab the walkman to pause the music and she grins down at me. 

“There’s a surf shop on the pier. I was thinking you could rent a board and go surfing again. You haven’t done that since yours broke and that was almost two- no, three years ago now,” y/n explains to me and I smile up at her. 

“Thank you, babe, but I don’t know if I’d even remember how to,” I tell her before we hear a scoff, making us both look at Max. 

“Billy, come on. You’ve been surfing since you were what, eight?” Max asks and I nod against y/n’s leg as she lets out a hum of confirmation for me. 

“I’m sure muscle memory will kick in. Also I doubt three years is enough time for you to just forget. Admit it, you just don’t wanna leave y/n,” Max jokingly admonishes me and y/n puts her hand over her mouth, muffling a giggle as I look at Max with an unamused face. 

“That’s not true…” I mumble and Max scoffs. 

“Oh, please, you know it is. Just go. I’ll stay with y/n. I promise she’ll be ok with me. In fact, why don’t you take Lucas and he can learn. He hasn’t gotten to yet,” Max continues and y/n giggles when I give her an annoyed look. 

“Come on, babe. It’s a bonding moment. You and Lucas could totally use it,” y/n agrees with Max and I sigh before sitting up. 

“Ok… ok… you keep your eyes on her, you hear me?” I tell Max, pointing at my little sister with a warning finger and she puts her arms up in surrender. 

“I swear on my life, Billy. She’ll be ok with me,” she promises me before sticking her pinky out to me. 

“Ok…” I hesitantly agree as I sit up and link my pinky with hers, smiling at our little thing. 

After the whole mind flayer thing, if y/n wasn’t there, it was Max. Slowly Max and I grew our relationship into a real brother-sister relationship. Over the time we bonded, it just became our thing to do a pinky promise with each other whenever one just needed reassurance. 

“I guess it’d be fun to surf again. Thanks for the suggestion, princess,” I say before leaving a kiss on her cheek. 

I get up off the blanket and stand up. I wait for Lucas to stand up as well, but he doesn’t. 

“Well, Lucas? Are you coming or not?” I ask him and he looks up in shock for a moment. 

“Wait. You actually want me to come?” he asks, making me chuckle. 

“Yeah. Why not? It seems my little sister has a thing for you and wants to keep ya around, so might as well bond with ya,” I playfully inform him with a shrug, but he shakes his head. 

“I just thought you still hated me,” Lucas admits, still shocked and I wave my hand at him. 

“That-” I start to talk, but Max cuts me off before I can get my full sentence out. 

“Lucas. I told you, that was the old Billy. Y/n’s really softened him up over the years,” Max jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“I’m not too soft. I’m the same old Billy. I just now have reasons to actually care about life,” I explain even when I know that everything Max is saying is true. 

“Hmm. You’re definitely the same old brooding Billy who cuddles into y/n like his life depends on it. Most definitely,” she jokes with a roll of her eyes and y/n stifles a laugh behind her hand. 

“I am not soft. Just more aware…” I continue to deny it, making y/n and Max look at one another before bursting out into giggles. 

“Ok. Ok. I don’t have to take this. Come on, Lucas. Let’s go get us some boards,” I wave at him as I start to walk towards the pier. 

Lucas quickly gets up and starts to follow me, but I stop to turn around to look back at the girls. Lucas stops with me and turns as well. 

“Make sure she drinks more water. She’s barely had any today,” I tell Max, who nods before shooing us off again. 

“I will. I will. Go on, have fun,” Max agrees and I shake my head before turning around to walk off again. 

Reader's Pov:

“Are they gone?” I ask Max and she turns to look behind her. 

“Yup. You're good. Go change,” she tells me and I grin shyly at her. 

“I need help up, Maxie,” I tell her and her face falls in shock. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Of course,” she exclaims as she rushes to get up. 

“It’s ok,” I tell her with a giggle as she helps me up. 

“Ok. Take your time. I know what to say if they get back before you do,” she tells me as she sits back down on the blanket. 

“Can you pass me my bag? The stuff is in it,” I tell her and she nods before grabbing the bag, passing it up to me. 

“Ok. I’ll be back,” I comment and she nods at me, giving me my cue to go. 

With one last smile and small giggle, I start to walk -more like waddle- over to the bathroom. I walk into a stall before closing the door behind me. Pulling my bag off my shoulder, I hang it up on the hook. 

I take a moment and sigh before unclipping the main flap. I pull my other suit out and let it fall unraveled. With a small smile I hang it on the hook over my bag before slowly slipping out of the one I’m wearing. 

Once the one I was previously wearing is off I fold it up neatly before putting it back into my bag. I then take the new one off of the hook and slip it on. When it’s on, I let out a huff of air before grabbing my bag and unlocking the stall door. 

I walk out and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, making me smile at the bright pink suit. I walk back out and back over to Max, seeing she now has the food set up. 

“Hey. You look good,” Max tells me as she smiles up at me. 

“Thank you. Even as a pregnant woman?” I ask her in a joking tone and she lets out a laugh. 

“Yes, even as a pregnant woman,” she promises with a pointed look and I giggle. 

“Are the boys back yet?” I ask her as she gets up to help me sit back down. 

“Nope, but I figured they would be soon so I decided to set up early,” she tells me as she sits back down next to me. 

“Ok. Did I pack everything?” I ask as I look around at her set up. 

“I think so. Do you want me to go over the list you sent me?” she asks and I smile at her. 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” I tell her with a nod. 

“Nope, no trouble at all. I have it right here. Thought you’d want it,” she explains as she pulls out the small sheet of paper from her book. 

“Ok. Let’s see. Pink lemonade, strawberries, watermelon, goldfish, ham sandwiches…” Max lists out and I nod at each item. 

“Oh! And of course the pink bubblegum ice cream, but I left that in the cooler because obviously… ice cream, duh,” she finishes off in a sassy tone and I giggle. 

“Oh, of course. Ice cream and sun definitely don't mix well,” I playfully agree with her and she laughs. 

“Oh! Here the boys come. Act very casual,” I tell her when I see the boys walking back with their boards tucked under their arms. 

“I think you need to act normal,” Max snorts out at me and I giggle. 

“What are you two giggling about over here, huh?” Billy asks as he and Lucas come to a stop in front of us, standing his board up in the sand.

“Wait a minute… something’s off…” Lucas comments and I fight back a smile. 

“You're right, Lucas, and I believe I know what it is,” Billy agrees as he looks at me. 

“And why did you change, hmm?” he asks me with a smirk. 

“Oh, Max accidentally spilled some of the lemonade on me. So I changed into this back up so I wouldn’t have to be sticky the rest of the day,” I tell him the excuse that me and Max had thought up earlier on before leaving the house. 

“Hmm…” he hums with a cocked eyebrow and I slowly start to panic, but it seems he buys it. 

“Anyway. Y/n thought you boys should eat something before going out to surf,” Max quickly explains, expertly changing the subject. 

“Sure. I could eat. Is the suit new? I haven’t seen it,” Billy asks as he seems to be trying to read my expression. 

“Yeah. I bought it last week,” I answer him and he smiles. 

“Well I love it, babe,” he tells me and I feel a light blush cover my cheeks. 

“Well. Let’s eat, then we can head on out,” Billy comments as he pushes his board farther into the sand so it’ll stand on its own. 

Lucas does the same and they both sit down on the blanket again. Billy lays down next to me with his elbow holding him up and immediately grabs a strawberry. He eats it before tossing the stem into the sand. 

“Did I miss something?” Lucas asks from beside Max, making us look at us. 

“Hmm. No, I don’t think so?” Max replies nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“Really? Because everything seems to be pink or some form of it,” Lucas points out and I look at Max. 

“Oh. Must have just happened that way,” Max tells him as she looks at me while we both fight smiles. 

“Oh… ok,” Lucas seems to just agree even though he’s still very confused. 

“On another note. We brought ham sandwiches,” Max again expertly changes the topic. 

“He is right. There seems to be a bit of a theme here,” Billy comments as he looks up at me and I shrug. 

“Really, babe, it wasn’t planned,” I tell him and he gives me a look of disbelief. 

“Hmmm, ok… says the woman in pink… who matches the food…” he hums out his deductions and I shake my head. 

“It really just happened that way,” I tell him, even when I know it definitely wasn’t. 

“Hmm…” he hums again as I finally hand him his sandwich in hopes he won’t ruin the surprise too soon. 

As soon as each of us gets our sandwiches, Billy and Lucas seem to devour theirs, making me and Max look at each other before bursting out into giggles. 

“What?” Lucas asks, which only makes us laugh harder. 

“Nothing, babe. Just nothing,” Max tells him as she wipes under her eyes. 

“Uhh… ok…” he says, making me and Max giggle again. 

“Welp, that was an awesome sandwich, princess, but I’m ready to go do some surfin,” Billy states as he wipes his hands and starts to stand up. 

“Wait. At least have yourself some ice cream before you go. I got the individuals,” I tell him and he shakes his head before sinking back down. 

“Ok. I’ll have some ice cream,” Billy agrees with a smile. 

I smile softly at him before turning and as I do I give Max a look. She gives me a look of encouragement and I give her what I hope is a subtle nod before grabbing Billy’s ice cream. I give it to him with a spoon and he smiles before looking at the flavor. 

“Babe, why’d you give me pink bubblegum?” he asks and I shrug. 

“I just thought it’d taste good was all. Why don’t you just try some, babe?” I tell him and he shakes his head before popping it open. 

“The things I do for you. This doesn’t leave this beach, got it?” he asks both Max and Lucas as he points at them. 

“Got it,” the both say in unison as they hold their hands up in surrender. 

Billy nods curtly before grabbing onto the spoon and digging into it. He gets a good amount on the spoon before putting it into his mouth. His face scrunches for a moment before slowly relaxing. 

“Hey, this stuff’s not so-” he starts, but pauses as he looks down into the ice cream to find a paper sticking out of it. 

Billy’s Pov: 

“What’s this?” I ask as I pull what seems to be a slip of paper out of my ice cream. 

I look up at y/n, who gives a small nod along with a soft smile. I then look at Max and she too nods at me. I set the ice cream down and wipe off the piece of paper. I then arch an eyebrow as I slowly unravel it only to reveal a note:

Hi Daddy! 

Mama has a surprise for you, she knows you wanted to wait… but she may have accidentally found out last week. Ok. I’ll let her tell you…

After reading it over, I look up at y/n in confusion as I try to figure it out. I try to ask her what it means, but my voice doesn’t even make it out before she’s holding a gift bag out to me. I arch my eyebrow at her again as I reach out and grab it. 

I quickly start to open it and pull out a piece of fabric. As I do, something falls to my lap and I pick it up to see it’s the last ultrasound photo of our baby. The one I wasn’t able to be at, but at least we knew the baby was doing well. 

“Wha…?” I ask as I look up at y/n again. 

“Go ahead, baby. Look at the onsie,” y/n tells me with a smile and I nod before doing as I’m told. 

I open it and see the words Daddy’s princess written on it. I look at y/n in surprise and she smiles, nodding as tears line her lash line. 

“I’ve officially been promoted to Queen, baby…” she tells me and I shake my head, tears coming to my eyes. 

“We’re having a little girl?” I ask and y/n nods happily. 

“A little princess,” she replies and a grin slowly makes its way to my face. 

“I know we wanted to wait until the baby was born, but the technician who did the last scan kinda let it slip. So I told Max and we decided to do this to tell you,” y/n explains and I shake my head again.

“A little girl…” I whisper and she smiles, nodding softly. 

“Now it all makes sense,” Lucas says like he had an epiphany. 

“Yup…” Max agrees with her own smile. 

“My princess. Thank you for giving me the life I didn’t imagine for myself y/n. I love you so so much,” I tell her as I pull her into a hug. 

“No need to thank me, Billy. You made this life for us too. I love you so much more,” she tells me and I kiss her forehead. 

I move y/n so she’s in between my legs and it stays quiet for a moment as I just hold y/n there with my face in her neck. It’s only after I see a flash out of the corner of my eye that I look up to see Max now in front of us, taking a picture on her polaroid camera. When it prints she hands it to me as she comes to sit back by us. 

I look at it:

And smile at the sweetness of the moment. At that moment, I decide to keep it so I pull out my wallet and put it in right behind the other one. 

I definitely can’t believe this is the life we’ve created and I’m so ready for the rest that’s coming. I’m glad it wasn’t just a kiss that first night. 

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You know what's really cool about looking through the tag to see what other peoples are posting about your favorite bands?

It's kind of like Pokemon. (Hear me out!)

Every one is someone's favorite.

You see people just absolutely GUSHING about songs that you don't really connect to!

There are some songs for Every band in my Top 10 Favorite Artists Ever list that I could take or leave. But I love seeing people explain why the same songs I'd usually just brush right past mean so much to them!

(I Rambled, so I'll stick a cut here to spare your dashboards. :P )

My very top-favorite #1 Absolutely Love (nearly) Every Single Song band is Evanescence. But you know what's ironic about it? I don't really connect to their two most popular songs. Bring Me to Life is a good song and musically awesome, don't get me wrong! But I never felt it to my SOUL, you know?

And My Immortal? It's pretty, gosh the piano is gorgeous and so is hearing the entire crowd singing the entire song at a concert, but I've never really felt the deep tear-jerking personal connection to it so many of their fans have. Yes, I did almost cry to it ONCE, when grief was overwhelming me. But unless I'm in a Very Particular Mindset, it's kind of just... a regular pretty song to me.

(As an aside, the historian in me appreciates that it was one of their VERY very first songs, as in it's from when they were a garage band back in the 90's, EARLY stuff, and they're still playing it today! And the song has so many versions with so many evolutions it's gone through, and that's beautiful to me as a creator who has also watched xir creations grow and change as my art has grown and changed. But the song itself? It's Just Pretty to me.)

So enter Starset. I liked their music a LOT from the first time I heard it. (My Demons in a demonbirds AMV, because apparently all of my favorite bands have to be discovered that way. /j /j /j ) Pandora figured out very quickly that I like them-- though ironically, My Demons wasn't one of the songs it played for me! I think Antigravity was the first one Pandora played. And then I was head over heels for Ricochet. And I forget which ones were next, but they quickly became a staple of my rock station.

So for awhile, I only heard ones Pandora played via Music Genome matching... and then it started branching out into Other Starset Songs that didn't match the algorithm for song qualities, but matched because "you keep Thumbs Up-ing this artist".

So I started hearing ones that didn't have the same energy/style that I am apparently so predictable about. Because I started hearing some I didn't love Quite as much as the others.

And then eventually I figured out I could watch a long ad to get an hour of Pandora Premium, and then listen to their entire albums!

But even then, my favorites remained my favorites, and some songs didn't connect with me as strongly. I never thought they had a BAD song; musically and artistically, they're SO expressive and they all have such a neat progression, and don't even get me started on the STORIES they tell!

So then, enter this year and I'm using Spotify instead because a friend let me utilize a slot in a family plan, and Starset has the IMMERSION: THE FINAL CHAPTER playlist. I knew I'd be seeing that demonstration! So I listened to it, because when I have a New Favorite Band, I have a long-standing tradition: I learn all the songs on the setlist so I can sing during the show.

(Telekinetic and Frequency were not on that playlist, weren't my Very Favorites so they didn't end up on any of my personal playlist, and thus I didn't know their lyrics at the actual demonstration. {lD;; But I'd still heard them a couple times thanks to Pandora, and they did show the lyrics to the refrains, at least, so I could follow along!)

There were actually songs on the IMMERSION playlist that I didn't know I enjoyed as much as I did when I actually Understood the Lyrics! Like FAULTLINE and INFECTED. I listened to the whole playlist on repeat for like 5 weeks, and contrary to colloquial wisdom, absence ain't all that makes the heart grow fonder. Getting to know the songs gave me more of a feel for their progressions and actual lyrical stories, which are perhaps my favorite parts of Starset.

(Okay, I love so much about Starset's music that I can't really say what's my favorite part. They're very instrumental (ha!) to how much I enjoy them, though!)

Anyway, my point is, there are still some songs that I don't connect with. I like the line in DIVING BELL that goes something like, "there's no room for you in the solitude". I mostly listen to SOMETHING WICKED for DDD feels. Like, there's still Something to Enjoy in all the songs I've heard by them, but not all of them are my FAVORITE TIER. You know?

And in their defense, even Evanescence has songs that aren't my favorite. (Everybody's Fool has a good message, and My Last Breath has pretty imagery, but they don't ~*RESONATE*~ with me as much.)

I think The Phantom Agony by Epica may be a bit too slow and abstract for me.

Some of Shinedown's Sound of Madness album sounds a little same-y to me.

I can't even listen to a certain song by Xandria because it triggers my phobia.

Or Mr. Bright Side, for that matter.

There are actually a lot of songs in my favorite bands and albums and genres that just don't hit that magical sweet spot that stirs up frisson and that sparkly sort of delight that makes my whole soul soar! That reaction is Reserved for Special Occasions, apparently.

But there's beauty in the fact that they're THERE for me!

And I DELIGHT in knowing that other people find catharsis, or beauty, or agonies soothed, or relatability or reassurance or respite in songs that I don't.

Art's cool that way and music is no exception.

[ataraxixia]

Do you think you could write smt about Sunday or argenti with a partner that plays violin.. I've had this idea in my head for a couple days I just want to play them a nice song

of course love!! I love this idea btw- calm and romantic

thank you for your request <3

General Carnation

sypnosis: your boyfriend loves nothing more than to watch you play your instrument pairings: Argenti, Sunday x reader (separate) wordcount: 700 (Argenti), 636 (Sunday)

ARGENTI

"Remember when you said you wanted me to express my hobbies more with you?" you asked, currently sitting in one of the many armchairs in your lover's spaceship. He averted his attention from one of his many roses to you as he thought for a little time. "I do believe I remember. Why are you asking?" Argentine plucked one of said roses before bringing one to your hair, smiling gently. "I used to play the violin when I was younger, but after some time I kind of neglected that hobby and have been unable to play," you brought a hand up to your hair and felt the softness of the rose petals on your fingertips. It was smooth and glazed over your skin, unlike the other roses on the ship- of course he gave you the best rose he currently had. "I wanted to play again, all of a sudden, and I wanted to ask if you wanted to, I don't know, maybe listen to it?" it's true that it has been a few years since you last played, mostly due to the fact that work and free time weren't the best companions and after meeting Argenti- well, let's say you didn't have to worry about work anymore but were instead bombarded with his love. Not that you minded.

"Why, of course, my love. Listening to you play would make my entire day." he took your hand in his and held it gently, only squeezing a little. You smiled at the gesture but worried about one small detail: "I don't have a violin anymore though. And I know that there isn't one on the sh-" "We'll go somewhere and get you one then," he interrupted, smiling brightly at you. "Are you sure?" you held his hand equally gentle and he nodded his head, before walking to the cockpit and entering a new destination.

The feeling of a violin was all too familiar for you. Even after years of abandoning your hobby, your muscle memory did not betray you. Before you got into position though, you took a good look at the violin Argenti bought for you: it was hand-made crafted with the best quality wood, no cracks, the fingerboard was made out of ebony and the strings were easy to press down- Argenti truly sought after the best violin for you. You smiled at the thought before placing the violin on your left shoulder, your bow in your right hand. Your fingertips rested on the strings and you took a deep breath, trying to remember the songs you used to play, while your lover sat on one of the armchairs, waiting patiently. "If you're in need of some time to prepare you're freely to say so, my love." your cheeks reddened at his remark and you shook your head, "No need, I think I got it."

Your body seemed to be working on its own as you moved the bow over the strings, and a harmonic melody was played. Argenti watched pleasantly as you played and a smile was upon his lips as you two made eye-contact. He never said a word as you played the violin, silently amusing himself with his view of you and during the refrains of the melody, he sometimes even hummed a little, making you smile softly. As you played, Argenti relished in the sight. You were beautiful. Another kind of beautiful that he never thought he'd find in his lifetime.

Once you began to slow down and eventually end did he get up from his seat to hold your face in his palms before kissing you softly on the lips, which you reciprocated. "I assume you liked it?" you asked, only above a whisper. He chuckled as he nodded, "Of course I did. You were wonderful, love. Would you mind playing more, whenever you can?" you merely placed the violin on the ground before you hugged him tightly, trying to ignore his armour though which seemed impossible, after letting out a small "yes" at his question.

Now, whenever he was navigating to a new planet or universe, you stood a few metres away from him, playing the melodies both of you liked the most.

SUNDAY

The amount of workload he currently had was almost impossible to count. Piles and piles of documents messily stacked on his desk, and he himself wasn't any better. You offered to take some of the workload but he declined, saying that he can handle it by himself. He mentally gave himself a punch in the face as he realized how long he would have to sit at his desk before spending some time with you again. As he grumbled to himself, the doors to his office opened slightly, with you in the frame after, a violin in your hand.

"Ah, Angel, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to meet up with my sister at Oti Mall." he said after lifting his head, his wings fluttering a little as he saw your figure. "I did say that, but Robin had to cancel due to some... complications with her next concert." as you entered his office, you closed the doors behind you before noticing the documents on his desk. "I'm assuming those are the ones you still need to finish?" you asked and he merely nodded his head slowly. "I apologize, but it seems I have no time to spare with you, Angel." Sunday placed one finished document on a neatly piled stack before grabbing another from the messily piled one. You shook your head as you walked towards his desk, standing in front of him. "Darling, have you even looked at yourself in the mirror? You're not Sunday anymore- you're every other day of the week that isn't meant for resting." Sunday held back a chuckle at your use of his name which surprised you. Normally he would glare a few seconds at you before you apologized- but, to be honest, nicknames like chicken wing weren't exactly names he liked.

"What's with the violin, by the way? I noticed it when you entered." he inquired. "Oh, that's-" you brought up the violin for him to see before you elaborated, "Remember when I used to play the violin for Robin after the music lessons? She said it calmed her mind so I thought it could maybe work for you." Sunday tilted his head, a finger on his chin, "I see. In other words, you want to play for me?" he gave his usual charming smile at you as you nodded. "If you don't mind, of course." Sunday shook his head before you placed the body of the violin on your shoulder. "Any specific song you want to hear?"

As you played, Sunday's mind really calmed down and the responsibilities that laid on his desk seemed to vanish in a blink of an eye, his focus entirely on you. The calm, and soothing melody that you played made his head feel like it's on clouds and he smiled half-present at you. For a second, you thought he fell asleep when you noticed his eyes closed, but he hummed softly after. Sunday knew that you were good with instruments, mostly with string instruments, but he could've never imagined that you were able to play such angelic tones that could surpass even The Harmony's tunes.

As you began to stop, Sunday groaned with a small "please continue", making you smile to yourself. "Angel, it does calm me down, why are you stopping?" you sighed as you pointed to his documents. "I'm distracting you, too." Sunday shook his head, taking a deep breath before focusing on a paper again. "Please, continue. I can work and listen to you." he said and you simply giggled before placing the violin on your shoulder again, the bow on the strings.

"Fine, fine. I'll continue if it helps." you say before playing again and Sunday smiled as he began to work again, more pleased and more efficient, as well as faster, than before.

A/N: Btw I don't know how to play the violin but still tried my best

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Press Archive, Part 3

The Noise

Live Review, Middle East Corner, January 2004

I'm captivated halfway through My Own Worst Enemy's first semi-acoustic set. Portland is dreamy. Why Not Beautiful? while missing the "big" backup vocals from the recorded version, lives up to it's name. Their drummer John does an admirable job harmonizing with Sue's lead vocals. And when guitarist Steve kicks in, you do get those "big vocals." Sue ends the set by singing her venomous and brilliant ode to Courtney Love, Cry For Frances, with the refrain 'I Hate You', with such passion that many in the crowd respond with, 'We hate you too!'

A slow build of feedback announces the beginning of the second set which, while more aggressive in sound, isn't much louder than the first. The scene takes on a Sister-Morphine-like feel as an ambulance pulls up literally right behind the band and attends to somebody on the street. As the band starts their last song, Steve alerts somebody passing the stage, "Dude, you dropped your rolling papers." A high school-like roar of laugher ensues. It's always worth making it out to see this band. (Dilly)

Indie Music.com, Featured Artist of the Month

No Guarantees CD Review, June 2004

Every once in a while, I come across a band whose music makes me want to do the moptop head shake and jump around the room. My downstairs neighbors hate it when that happens. They're not very happy today.

My Own Worst Enemy is a Boston trio that loathes pretension. There's no wandering experimentation on these tracks, no demanding political views. Just raw, punk-fueled, high-energy rock with great hooks and excellent musicianship. It feels basic and solid, wild and fun. The perfect music to shake off life's complications to and just flat-out enjoy.

Sue sings lead on most of these tracks, has a gritty Patti Smith edge to her voice. In the quieter, folky tracks like Why Not Beautiful and Late Show, she sings with the same aggressive approach she uses on the harder rock tracks. It's a raw and confrontational voice that never resorts to the bratty shrieking that so many female rock vocalists succumb to.

These musicians manage to show off their chops without getting in the way of the song. The whole CD is worth a listen just for the mind-blowing guitar freakout on the bridge of Poison. Most of these songs are short and sweet, around the two-minute range, again showing their penchant for just getting to the point and sparing us the long, experimental solos.

Not a single filler track on this CD. Very impressive work. (Jennifer Layton)

Punk Planet

No Guarantees CD Review, September/October 2004

No Guarantees has its ups and downs considering it moves from delightful indie pop to brooding alterative-rock territory. It's former formula is the more likeable, with such songs as "MIA" and "Hey Hey Sunshine." Steve's charismatic voice has a familiarity to it without sounding recycled. (AJA)

The Noise

Live Review, October 2004

New England Pop Fest at the Abbey Lounge, 9-10-04

Next are My Own Worst Enemy, who play more the sort of thing I was expecting from a pop music festival. They are a three-piece with two guitars and a drummer (no bass). All three of them sing, with the two guitarists trading leads and the drummer adding occasional harmony. The songs are pretty and the harmonies are excellent. The guitars are mostly very simple, which is common in pop bands, but there's a bit of genuine lead from time to time that keeps it from getting boring. I really like [Sue's] singing voice which has a delightfully 'real' quality to it. (S. Gisselbrecht)

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Laura Jane Grace – Hole In My Head

Against Me! frontwoman Laura Jane Grace has never been afraid to push the envelope in her music and artistic growth. Hole In My Head gets its title from Grace taking it upon herself to tattoo the last remaining part of her body she had yet to ink up, and that was her head. The artwork showcases an explosion of colors and images from Grace’s scalp, and it’s fitting, since she paints with wide and vivid colors on her latest LP. The topics found on Hole In My Head range from her mental health, to the early days of her music career, all the way to coming to terms with her gender identity. Grace’s ability to tell vivid stories over an acoustic (or electric) guitar, and remain captivating, is a remarkable talent not to be taken lightly in a songwriter. It’s a gift that keeps on giving to her fans both old and new, and Hole In My Head ends up being Grace’s finest work since the instant classic of Transgender Dysphoria Blues. The album opens up with the fast-paced title track as Grace laments, “Do you wanna screw? / Baby, what’s the point? / I keep making my bed / And it’s become a real chore.” Grace invites the listener into her headspace as she opens up her soul to whomever is ready to listen. The 50’s rockabilly of “I’m Not A Cop” might just be my favorite song that Grace has written in her solo career, and I thoroughly enjoyed her last EP of At War With The Silverfish, in addition to her first take on solo work (Stay Alive). My favorite lyric on this electric track is, “I think I got this whole city wrong / Any redemption for a stupid old punk? / You can run from where you’re going, but not who you love.” I think the last line of that is a beautiful admission of the power of love and how we can fall head over heels into relationships. Sure, it’s always a risk, but it’s one that many of us take at one point or another because the reward far outweighs the pitfalls. ”Dysphoria Hoodie” was the first single to be released from the set, and it does a nice job of setting the table for the material that led Grace to these conclusions. The memorable refrain of, “When it says ADIDAS on my chest / All day long I dream of sex” is a clever play on words and highlights Grace’s remarkable talent as a poignant songwriter. “Birds Talk Too” rocks along like an 80’s pop song about falling in love, while “Punk Rock In Basements” brings Grace’s focus back to the early days of her punk rock roots. The back half of the LP never loses its early momentum gained, with the largely acoustic-based storytelling on “Cuffing Season,” as Grace sings in a wakeful ponder of, “And if the world isn’t flat, may as well fucking be / What difference does it make to you me?” The catchy chorus continues down the path of pop-based chords to make for a “campfire moment” in the set of songs. “Tacos & Toast” is another song that relies on an acoustic guitar and Grace’s trademark vocal delivery to keep its charm. The closing lyrics of “If I could blow the moon out of the sky / I’d wipe that fucker clean out of the night” allows for brief moment of silence to reflect on everything Grace has poured into the listeners’ earholes. The gritty bass line found on “Mercenary” is just great punk rock song structure in its purest form, while “Keep Your Wheels Straight” features some hand claps behind the acoustic guitar strums as Grace walks the line between songwriter and storyteller with trapeze-artist ease. The chorus of, “I’m keeping the faith / Everything will be okay / If I draw my curtains tight / And I sleep through the day / Keeping the faith / Everything will turn out great / If I can just keep my wheels steering straight,” recognizes the importance of carrying on through the darkest of times. “Hard Feelings” is a cocktail of the thoughts running through Grace’s mind as she sings melodically, “Oh, Mother Mother Mother / I’ve ruined my brain / On alcohol, weed, porn, and cocaine.” She takes it all in stride and never lets the heavier thoughts outweigh the glimmer of hopefulness in the end. Album… https://chorus.fm/reviews/laura-jane-grace-hole-in-my-head/

[holidayvisa]

23 December 2023 - Marie and I went to visit Michael at his home. Marie made some homemade cheesy pastries to bring because she knows how much Michael loves them. When we arrived, I met a couple of the support staff that work with Michael, PJ and Anna. I hung out while Marie and Michael made some artwork together. Michael wanted to make some sticker art and then some playdo sculptures. After a while, it was clear that Michael was done socializing with us, so we left. On the way home, we ran some errands, picked up groceries, and we stopped at the fish market to grab some fish for Daniel's dinner. Daniel was going to cook us a fish dish. When we got home, Daniel asked us to vacate the kitchen so that he could get working. So, I decided to go on a run. Almost every second of my life, there's a song that's playing in my head; today's song is "So Close," from the movie, "Enchanted." I sang/hummed this song during my entire run. I ran to Dee Why beach, then I ran to Long Reef, and then I ran all the way back.

As I was running back to Dee Why from Long Reef, I could hear the "thump thump thump" of a bass beat getting louder and louder. As I got closer to Dee Why, I could see the source of this music - a group of people were on the beach with big speakers. They beckoned to me to come up and join in! There were people dancing, there were people in a drum circle, drumming to the beat of the music coming from the speakers. There was an artist, painting the beautiful beach scenery on a canvas. I didn't stay very long, but it was fun to be a part of the spontaneous party. They said they were likely going to host more of these events soon, so maybe I'll check them out! I ended up running over five miles!

When I got back to the Vavich's place, Daniel was finishing up cooking. We all sat down and enjoyed Daniel's delicious dinner. After dinner, Daniel whooped my ass in Star Wars Battlefront II.

I'm thankful to be so readily and warmly welcomed into the Vavich family; I feel like I'm very much part of the family. I'm thankful for the opportunity to see Michael. I'm thankful for the trust and honesty in my conversations with Marie. I'm thankful for my health and ability to go on a run in such a beautiful place. I'm thankful for Daniel's cooking. I'm thankful to Judah, who, even though he's absolutely capable of it, will refrain from killing me seven times in one round of Star Wars Battlefront II.