#anyway listen to the song to feel overwhelming emotion!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

oh superman, oh judge, oh mom and dad

[soundtrack-for-lovers]

I just listened to this song for the first time in over 6 years and I'm bawling my eyes out I still love them dearly after all this time

[gayfranzkafka]

(insane post incoming) okay i've been a taylor swift re-recordings hater since the beginning but the Speak Now re-recording is making me INSANE i think it's partially just that i'm having a weird time emotionally anyway but like "Timeless" made me TEAR UP like bro WHAT like something about it being soooo essentially of that era but new like the novelty of it BONKED me over the head with a reminder of what it felt like to hear all those songs off Speak Now for the first time when i just had this IDEA of what love was & hadn't actually experienced it yet (& wouldn't for many years!!) like way before i even knew i was a lesbian just listening to taylor sing "enchanted" alone in my bedroom wondering who the guy she was singing about was & if she ever saw him again (because i was #blessed to not have internet access and therefor not know it was the dude from owl city she was singing about alsdfhaklsdhfasdh) & i remember just pouring through the little lyric booklet & its pictures & intro & mostly it was just me & the music & this picture of her in a ballgown in my head & this made up but hopeful romantic idea of what love is and like S C R E A M

[planetkiimchi]

send my love | l.jh

featuring: music producer!jihoon x musician!reader, secret relationship

word count: 936 words

summary — jihoon accidentally exposes your relationship with a slip of his tongue… in front of an entire school of students.

author’s note: had sm fun writing this and doing the bonus part <3 inspired by the songwriter that came to my school today!

Jihoon stands backstage, listening to the first few seconds of your song, “breaking down walls”, play. When it stops playing, the chorus of voices doesn’t stop, and he’s shocked to hear the students singing the lyrics to the song the two of you co-wrote together, their voices loud and clear in the multi-purpose hall.

He’d thought it would stop, but he swears only the first 3 seconds of the song were played, yet they sing all the way to the chorus before stopping.

Still in a daze, he barely notices when he’s signalled to go onstage, but he pulls himself together and does exactly that. He’s prepared a presentation for the students, to let them know a little bit more about songwriting and how he came to write songs, and a few tips he has for anyone who might be looking to become a songwriter.

He was invited to speak because your song was a top hit, and the lyrics were about breaking down the barriers of mental illnesses with the help of medication, proper treatment, good relationships and healthy coping strategies.

Mental health is something that he’s struggled with for a while. Every time he feels low, and his mental health is waning, he writes a song about it.

He writes about other things, but his favourites are probably the songs that he writes coming out of a slump caused by executive dysfunction, when he manages to get his life back on track again.

The school he’s visiting is holding activities for mental health week, and this presentation he’s giving is among the last few before they wrap up the week.

Of course, Jihoon mentions you in his presentation, because you’re the singer of “breaking down walls”, a song that the two of you wrote over a series of months, rarely exiting the studio except occasionally to get food. He probably calls you stunning a couple of times—he can’t remember, but he’s always found you the better looking between both of you anyway. You’re also more popular, so he apologises that you can’t be there because you’re busy preparing for your concert the day after.

He was nervous getting onstage to speak to such a large audience, and he can’t say he’s ever been gifted at public speaking, but he thinks he does an okay job. The crowd is relatively quiet, and he hopes the soft buzz is just the students excitedly talking about the content of his presentation.

When he’s finished delivering his points, one of the music teachers that he briefly met backstage comes onstage. Two students bring out two chairs for the two of them to sit, and the Q&A segment starts.

Jihoon feels that this is the part he was most nervous for. Before getting onstage, he wondered what he would say when asked about this song. It’s very close to his heart, and while he’s co-written a different song before, with a different friend, about mental health too, it wasn’t really the same. It’s hard to explain, but the you and his other friend have different styles, and he thinks “breaking down walls” holds a special place in his heart. It’s truly an irreplaceable song.

Because of how important “breaking down walls” is to him, Jihoon finds it difficult to articulate his emotions without feeling extremely overwhelmed, and he’s afraid tears may start flowing if he thinks too much about it.

However, his fears are eased when the teacher begins speaking. The teacher asks Jihoon simple questions like what’s his favourite song he’s written, and one of your songs that he finds criminally underrated.

These are easy to answer; he barely hesitates before launching into a full-blown explanation for his two choices, and he’s bolstered by the cheers of agreement from the students.

Jihoon gets really into it when asked about “breaking down walls”, managing to word his feelings without getting too emotional. After all that worrying, he’s impressed with himself when he manages to phrase it as “writing lyrics from the bottom of his heart, with all of his soul”, expressing his gratitude for all the support the two of you have received for this song.

As the teacher brings the Q&A segment to a close, the students burst into a round of applause. Jihoon thinks you might want to see how much admiration they have for you, so, taking out his phone, he says, “I’ll send Y/n my love—I mean, your love.”

He doesn’t blush, but his palms grow sweaty. He subtly wipes them on his lap before hitting the “record” button on his phone.

”Hey, Y/n. I hope you’re having a good time preparing for the concert. There are some people who’d like to say hi to you.” He smiles, thinking about how you’ll look receiving his message in the middle of rehearsals, hoping he can give you a boost in energy.

He turns the camera around to show the students, who—to their credit—cheer so loudly his eardrums feel like they’re going to burst. When he turns it back to himself, Jihoon says, “That’s all I have to say. Enjoy the rehearsals!”

He stops recording, and turns to the students. “I’ll send it to them and let you know. Thank you so much for having me.”

He’s escorted away from the venue with a gift from the school, but all he can think of is the way he slipped up onstage. He still sends the video, but he receives a notification on X first.

Clicking it open, he finds something that makes his face turn pink. He’s glad he slipped up, after all.

—

Bonus (the tweet in question):

[quibbs126]

So I’ve been making this

So basically last night, I was listening to some music, specifically Not Gonna Die by Skillet, more specifically a version on YouTube with the intro (because I’m not the biggest fan of Good to be Alive where the intro actually is). Anyways, when it’s night, my imagination tends to be more active and I tend to have more energy. While listening to the song, I eventually got this mental image in my mind of this scene with Dark Choco, and the more it crystallized the more I wanted to draw it. I was going to go to sleep and maybe do it in the morning, but I realized that I probably would forget the vibe and not have as much energy, so instead I decided to power through and draw the idea

It was a bit difficult since I had limited references for the pose I wanted, and I suppose I can admit the sword looks a bit off anatomically, but it looks good enough I think, and lets me keep the eyes revealed

I did eventually have to stop drawing, because my iPad had been worked all the way down to 4% (and it was at 30% when I started, the poor thing), not to mention it was around 11:30 already which is pretty late for me, and my earbuds had been running nonstop for over 2 hours (yes I was listening to the same song, it’s how I keep the vibe). I was at least able to get the pose, base colors and lineart done, and I’m still pretty proud of where I left things last night

Today was mostly just doing the background and lighting, which admittedly I may have fumbled. I’m not very good at backgrounds and I didn’t know how to draw lightning. I tried my best, but honestly I don’t think I got the image in my head. Didn’t help that my brain was playing the wrong Skillet song this morning

Oh yeah and by the way, the background is supposed to be from this. That’s what I used as reference

The lightning both feels like too much and too little. Like, it’s crowding the picture, and I can’t have more because it’d be way too crowded with it, but also at the same time, it doesn’t feel like enough, like there isn’t as much power as I wanted

Actually wait, maybe I can add some small particle effects to like, enhance the lightning feel. That was in the original sketch but I omitted it in the final. If you see one with that, you know I did that

Edit: I did indeed do that

To be fair though, I don’t think I have the art skill to properly convey the image in my head. Basically the scene is that Dark Choco is using absolutely every amount of his power for this final swing down, so much that it’s too powerful and the Strawberry Jam Sword completely shatters. But also it’s too powerful that Dark Choco’s body simply can’t handle it, and he basically ends up exploding. The scene depicted would be the wind up to that final swing that destroys the both of them

This isn’t necessarily the first time I’ve come up with this scenario, and the setup would basically be that he turned on the Cookies of Darkness slightly earlier, because he didn’t want to destroy his homeland again, and he tried to get rid of them while in the kingdom but not yet at the Citadel, but he ended up failing, so with nothing to lose, he chases after them and decides to put everything into destroying them, even if it likely ends in his death. After this he probably killed Pomegranate and crippled Licorice in some way (I don’t think he’d attack Poison Mushroom), so his final act did have some effect, but he’s still dead by the end of it. And he and his father never got the chance to properly reconcile because Dark Choco thought that could never be a possibility anymore and he had resigned himself to his fate

But yeah, I just don’t know how to convey that sheer overwhelming power and emotion that this scenario suggests. I tried my best though

I also want to submit this to the Dark Cacao Forever contest, but I’m not sure if it’s good enough for it. What do you think?

[mynameismckenziemae]

hiiiii, I love your writing so much it's not even funny. I've become obsessed. Idk if your requests are open so just ignore this if they are.

I wanted to make a request for a scenario but I couldn't decide between Jake or Bob cause i love them both equally. Soooo... I'm just gonna let you decide, if that's ok.

Anyway the scenario is they were on a no-contact mission for like a month or something. Reader has no idea if they're even alive and is kinda having a hard time with it. Then when they they come home and find reader in the kitchen (still not having heard anything about/from them) listening to some slow music like "can't help falling in love" or something. And after the initial "oh my god you're alive" moment they just slow dance in each others arms and its just very domestic and fluffy.

Sorry if this is confusing

I LOVE THAT SONG (all versions but Elvis’s is my favorite). It was Bradley and Rowan’s song in She’s a Fire.

Here you go! Hope you like it!

A picture of you and Jake on your wedding day is all your phone shows when you check it for the umpteenth time. No missed calls, no new texts, no nothing.

It’s been 37 days since he kissed you goodbye in the early morning hours, his voice thick with emotion as he told you he loved you. 888 hours since he paused on the way to his truck to take a good look at you on the front porch, barefoot and wearing nothing but his threadbare tee, committing every detail to memory. 53,280 minutes since you watched him drive away, not knowing if that would be the last time you’d see him alive.

Deployments are never easy but this one was different. The nights before he ships out are always hot and heavy, spent making love and wringing pleasure from the other. But not this time. This time, he just held you tight to his chest all night, pressing kisses to your shoulder and trying to suppress his tears.

He was scared. And that made you scared.

You leave your phone in the kitchen while you wander to the living room, starting the record player before sitting on the couch and pulling the blanket that still smells faintly of his cologne over you. The wedding album sitting on the coffee table catches your eye.

You looked good that day, but Jake had been breathtaking in his fitted tux and dimpled smile. Tears fill your eyes as you flip through the pages and a sob lodges in your throat when you come across your favorite picture of him. His teary eyes so full of love as his eyes met yours walking down the aisle toward him.

The familiar chords of your first dance song play and you stand abruptly, heading back to the kitchen. It’s too much, yet you don’t turn it off.

Wise men say…

Opening the bottle proves difficult with shaky hands.

Only fools rush in…

“Fuck,” you wince, setting the bottle down with a clunk, Jake’s favorite whiskey burning the whole way down.

“But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Jake’s voice continues the song softly in your ear.

The rush of relief is so sudden as you spin towards him with a sob, you feel faint.

But he’s got you.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, holding your trembling body to his chest, “I’m here. I’ve got you, baby.”

“What happened-when did-“ you stutter, overwhelmed.

“I just got in,” he murmurs against the top of your head, “I tried calling but you didn’t answer.”

“I left it in here because I was checking it obsessively,” you reply, sinking into the comfort of his arms, “sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, swaying you to the music still playing, “all that matters is I’m here now. With you.”

You nod, lifting your head to give him a tender kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he gives you a watery smile in return.

[itsmepage]

One Less Lonesome Bride

Delores x Dead Bride! Reader || Okay so- I know I said I’ll make something for BJ after the movie but his ex wife was looking a little TOO FINE😩 I couldn’t keep my eyes away y’all you have to watch it for yourself SHE IS GORGEOUS. I sprinkled a little backstory for her because she’s deserves it

Summary: After being left to die by your ex and play the piano by yourself for so long, you meet Delores

Romantic Fluff

Warnings: Talk of death, murder, cult, hints that reader grew up in the victorian age, and just descriptions on being dead.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR “BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE!!!”

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One lonesome Bride that’s what you are. Wandering in the afterlife by yourself still in your white grown isn’t you imagine for your dead life to be nor wanted it to be; on your ceremony, you imagine a long filling life, where you and your lover grew old together, have children, things that were normal to want in your day in age but for one second you’re at a wedding and the next your were here: at the Netherworld, dead. You spent some time finding your groom-to-be, thinking he met the same unfortunate fate and he just got lost from you, however after maybe like… 178 years still no sign. It’s funny that’s how long you’ve been dead for but you couldn’t tell. They don’t keep track down here.

You silence your thoughts to a piano, something you did often in your life: letting the gentle music playing from your fingertips relax the nerves within yourself and despite being dead it still had its effect. A crowd never did show up to come to watch you, which has never been a problem to you, well that was kinda of a lie. Before your death you’ve dreamed of being a musician, which was silly for women from when and where you were from regardless it was still a big dream; you’ve longed to be a part of those concerts you would read on the paper or see on paintings and how magical it looked. It was a big promise your partner made before you passed on your wedding. A shame you never got to see it, alive but you were content playing your emotions away. Occasionally some do pass by to view your playing, but, most of the time, it was always newcomers. You didn’t blame them either: the piano was so out of tune almost completely broken but you kept playing anyway, only listening to the song in your head. Swaying along to its beat.

As you press the keys of a broken instrument a gust of wind flew past you, way too fast for you to think it was just the wind. You paused your playing for a quick second, checking if a ghost came into the room to hear you play, but there was nothing. You brushed it off quickly and turned back to your notes, after all, it was the Netherworld. The music blinded your senses, deafening you from the threat echoing around your music room. You spammed your notes when you glazed up feeling your dead heart beat for a second at the woman in front of you.

She was dressed in all black in a gown that looked like a wedding dress- in a completely different style than yours. Her black curly hair matched the dress and her lips were the only color to pop from her complexion. She was stitched up just as you’ve imagined the face of Dr. Frankenstein’s monster, the only difference being that you wouldn’t describe her as horrid and monstrous.

But as memorizing and beautiful.

You patted your eyelashes feeling like you were staring much longer than you should the silence being overwhelming and the absolute dominance she had over you sent a pleasant shiver down your dead spine. She looks down at your hands-glued to the piano keys- then back at you, her dead black eyes staring into you. “Who are you married you?” She asked her accent echoing in the room. “Hmmm..” you hesitated, understanding her question, but found it difficult to find the words. You told your lover’s name: giving her an open book on your backstory, even though that’s not what she asked but you ramble on anyway like a nervous young man trying to talk to a lady. The mysterious dead bride made a satisfying ‘hum’ tilting her head as her eyes roam on you again, making you gulp. Her eyebrows narrowed when she fully observed the instrument in front of you. She looked.. confused? “What’s this?” She asked and you couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. “Why, it’s a piano.” Her lost expression didn’t change she just looked back at you. “Piano?” So she was serious, she generally didn’t know what a piano was.

You spent the rest of your time educating the enticing woman- now next to you sitting on a stool- what a piano was and what it did. The lesson shifted into a conversation of your story another thing she didn’t ask for but when you turned to look at her: she was smiling. Her eyelids resting on her black eyes, her soft warm glaze turning you into mush. Your breath hitched as you felt your cheeks warm up despite no blood pumping through your system. You cleared your voice, tracing back to the previous lesson before you got distracted. You moved your fingers to the previous song before she interrupted, your nervousness melting away as you broke into a song without even realizing it. Delores glued her eyes and mind to you feeling that spark of life she hadn’t felt in a long, long, long, long, time. In her human life, she only knew the supernatural, the folklore, the mythology, a cult she vowed to say loyalty to. When you live on nothing by power, survival, or vengefulness, you don’t live. She hasn’t lived in a long time and she thinks she realizes that now.

From then on, it became a tradition. Whenever you were not alone in your music room, she was right, there; listening to you sing and play becoming one of your most, and only, honorable guests. Because of this little hangout, the two of you grew to know each other more even enjoying each other’s company outside of the music room where you really got to clamps of who she was and why the dead screamed and scurried away from you when she was close by, eventually, the two of you locking your arms together. Delores had everything in her power to end your life twice and you knew that now, -she probably would’ve ended up doing that at your first meeting if she wasn’t so curious about your piano- however, she treated you like an angel she saw you as; her cold nail rubbing gently on your dead skin locking arms and holding hands to make you feel safe, her eyes being on your when you perform earning all of her attention, even going as far as to dance together at the soul train stop. Where the two of you shared your first kiss. She pulls you in mid-spin, slamming her cold lips on yours at a similar temperature sending warmth to your body.

Time seemed to pause at the moment and it felt you were alone with her, regardless of the dancing dead around you. She held your cheeks as you stared into her space-like eyes, feeling your dead heartbeat and you didn’t feel like you’re lonesome bride anymore, because of her.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Chapter 2 to this post which can also be found on ao3 here

When Steve woke up, he groaned in pain.

His back was not designed to sleep on small couches that looked older than he was. His head was also not very pleased with his situation.

And that was before everything came crashing back to him.

He looked down at his wrapped wrist, eyebrows furrowed when he realized it didn’t hurt anymore.

How long was he asleep? How long was it supposed to hurt? Maybe the pain in his back and head was enough to distract from the pain of the tattoo he’d gotten.

Before he realized what was happening, frustrated tears were falling down his face, his lip curling as he tried to fight the emotions welling up inside him. He didn’t even know what emotions he was feeling, just that they were too much.

He heard someone shuffle into the room, but didn’t look up from where he was staring down at his wrist. He assumed it was Eddie, and he didn’t want Eddie to see him crying again.

There were hands on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away his tears as he pretended that he wasn’t actually crying.

Whatever was going on was kind of ruining his reputation, not that Eddie even knew him enough to know of his reputation.

“It’s alright, sunshine. Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah.”

His voice was broken and raspy, barely audible even after clearing his throat a couple of times.

“Sorry the couch isn’t very comfy. I didn’t expect you to completely fall asleep. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Just. I. I don’t know.”

Eddie searched his face. He was looking for something, and Steve kind of hoped he’d find it so he knew what the hell was going on.

“I think you’re dropping. It’s okay. I’ve got ya.”

And for some fucking reason, Steve believed him.

He fell forward into Eddie’s chest, letting Eddie wrap his arms around him and hold him close.

He listened to the calming beat of Eddie’s heart and felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out.

He’d had panic attacks before. This wasn’t one of those.

He’d been so depressed he couldn’t get out of bed before. This wasn’t that.

He’d even been unable to stop crying before. This didn’t feel like that.

This felt like he was lost in a void and no one would ever find him. He’d have to crawl through this overwhelming darkness and silence on his own.

But he felt Eddie’s warmth. He felt his hands gripping the back of his head and back. He felt Eddie’s breath against his hair, every exhale making it move just enough to make him shiver.

Eddie was pulling him from the void, making it easier to feel and see his surroundings. He was able to hear Eddie singing softly to him, not a song he recognized, but one that was slow enough to keep him calm as he eased back to reality.

He didn’t want to move, but he knew he was feeling good enough to give Eddie space. He really didn’t want to though.

Not even a little bit.

As he pulled away, Eddie’s hands gripped tighter, keeping him against him.

“A bit longer, sunshine. You’ll be okay.”

He believed him.

Something about the way Eddie spoke made him feel like he could find his way out.

He relaxed against him, unclenched his fists and jaw in a way he probably hadn’t in years. He tried to copy the way Eddie was breathing, but he kept getting caught up in a wet sob.

“Focus on my voice, sunshine. You feel it against your ear? You hear what I’m saying?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

“Good. You’re doing so good, Stevie. Breathe in for me.” Steve did. “Out.” Steve did. “So good. Again. In. Out.”

Steve was breathing in and out as Eddie instructed him to. It was easy to have direction, to let Eddie guide him through something so simple.

Steve would feel awkward about it later. Alone in his room.

And he’d never see Eddie again and never explore what just happened and definitely never tell Robin.

Oh god. Robin.

She probably thought he was dead.

“How long?”

Eddie kept rubbing his back as he answered.

“Two hours. Not long. I was gonna wake you up soon anyways. I’m closed for the night.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Eddie shushed him and pulled him even tighter against him.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Once I saw you were out, I met with my client and finished up closing stuff so I could get you out of here safely.”

“Oh.”

Steve still didn’t know what he was feeling. He knew he probably owed Eddie a lot for getting him out of it, but he was also banking on never having to see Eddie again or explain himself.

“Would Robin know what to do if you drop again?”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

He felt Eddie sigh. He tried not to take offense, but like, how was he supposed to take it any other way than he was officially a pain in Eddie’s ass?

“Hey. Look at me, Steve.”

Steve looked. Of course he looked. He was like a dog learning new tricks at this point.

“I can call Robin if you want. I can talk her through what to do.”

“Um. Is it…like this?”

He didn’t mind Robin touching him, that wasn’t it. It was more that Robin was touch averse, and rarely did more than give him a quick hug of comfort if he needed it. It’s not that she wouldn’t be willing to try whatever this is, but he didn’t want her to have to.

“Well. It depends on the person. But it seems to be working for you, so yeah, probably.”

“I don’t think she could.”

“Do you have anyone else you trust who might be free?”

Steve didn’t have to think about it. No. He had Robin and his job.

He shook his head and sniffled.

How pitiful.

He reminded himself again that he’s crying and making a fool of himself in front of a stranger. Sure, Eddie did his tattoo, seemed nice, seemed to care that he was taken care of.

Which was a red flag to Steve.

Why does this stranger care so much?

“Why do you care?”

Steve pulled away despite every nerve and bone and muscle in his body wishing he’d stay wrapped up in Eddie’s arms. He watched as Eddie’s face spent a few moments circling between amusement, hurt, and anger.

“I care because you have no idea what’s happening and it can be dangerous for you if you don’t have someone around who does.”

“And you do?”

“I know enough.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“I think I’m starting to.”

Steve didn’t like the sound of that at all. He doesn’t let people know him. He hadn’t even told Eddie anything.

“Can you explain what the hell is happening?”

Eddie sat down on the couch and pulled Steve down so his head was in his lap.

How did he manage to do that so quickly? Why did Steve let him?

Why was Steve more relaxed now than he’d been in years?

Fingers played with the ends of his hair as Eddie spoke softly.

“You went into subspace. I didn’t notice at first, but when I looked up for the first check in, I could tell. Glazed over eyes, one word answers, cheeks red. You were letting me move your arm like a rag doll.” Eddie scratched at his scalp and he couldn’t help letting out a moan. It felt good, sue him. “Do you remember me checking in?”

“Um. Kinda?”

Steve was trying to focus on Eddie’s voice again, but the way his hands scratched at his scalp had his eyelids dropping.

“You were under the whole time. I tried a few times to get you focused, but it didn’t happen. I’m pretty familiar with it so I didn’t panic.”

“What happened after?”

“You mean the drop?”

“Yeah.”

“It happens sometimes. You crash too hard after or you don’t have someone to take care of you or both. Sometimes it happens even with those things not being a problem.”

“And that’s happening? To me?”

“I think so. Normally by now I’d probably be okay with you going home and taking it easy, but you didn’t even know what was going on. You’re gonna have to let me be a little bit dramatic about it.”

Steve would’ve rolled his eyes if he were able to, but unfortunately exhaustion was creeping in again.

“You can rest your eyes, sunshine. I’m right here.”

That shouldn’t make Steve feel safe. Or relaxed. Or content. Or happy. Or loved. Especially not loved.

But it did. He did.

Well, fuck.

— — — — — — —

Steve managed to send a text to Robin and made sure she could see his location just in case.

Eddie made sure she had his number and address, too.

Steve was feeling more present, but still unstable. He was thinking too hard, but couldn’t work through his thoughts in a way that was helpful.

This shit was for the birds.

He was telling Eddie the truth that he had no idea what was going on and that it had never happened to him, but as he rode to Eddie’s apartment in the passenger seat of Eddie’s car, he remembered an instance not too long ago with someone he hooked up with.

They’d been messing around in the bathroom of the club, Steve against the door of the stall, and the guy (Alex? Adam? Anders? Who knows.) pulled both of his wrists together and held them above his head tightly. He let his eyes roll back and the next thing he knew, the guy was finishing him off furiously with his hand down his pants.

But he hadn’t gone through this dropping thing Eddie was insisting he was doing right now.

Eddie seemed to know what he was talking about, so he believed it, but he found it hard to believe something as simple as a tattoo could do this to him.

Eddie kept a firm grip on his thigh the entire way to his place.

“I don’t want to risk things getting worse. Usually it helps to have physical contact.”

Steve didn’t want to admit he was right, but the hand on his thigh did help keep him centered and focused.

He stayed quiet for the ride, letting Eddie’s voice singing along to the radio be the only noise in the car.

When they arrived at Eddie’s house (he had a whole house?), Eddie turned to him with a soft smile.

“Tired?”

Steve nodded.

“Let’s get you inside so you can sleep it off. Feel okay other than that?”

Steve shrugged.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Can you use your words, Sunshine?”

Steve opened his mouth, but stopped just before he was going to say something.

Hm. He knew what he wanted to say, he knew how to get his mouth to say it, but his voice wasn’t working with the rest of him to get it out.

“Okay. That’s alright. Let’s get you inside. Water and a snack, maybe a bath?”

Steve shrugged again.

Eddie knew what was best for him, so he’d let Eddie decide.

That just felt easier.

TAG LIST: @invisibleflame812 @inmoonywetrust @captain-daryn

Chapter 3

[theemporium]

Sirius x (preferably james's sister) reader with the song pretty face by Public? pretty please :)

love your writing btw <33

not quite sure what this is because i listened to the song and somehow this came from it🤠anyways thank you for requesting!!🖤

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“You look beautiful.”

You whirled around, the fabric of your dress spinning with you as you turned to find your brother’s best friend standing in the doorway of the suite, dressed in a fitted suit like the other boys had been wearing earlier when you saw them outside the window. 

The clock on the wall had been haunting you all morning, the seconds ticking by and the black hands slowly moving around the face until they quickly approached the time that left a pit deep in your gut. The fabric of your dress was overwhelming, the corset was too tight and the veil on your head felt like the weight of the world. 

You were happy. 

You were supposed to be happy. 

Why didn’t you feel happy?

“Is it normal for a bride to cry on her wedding day?”

The question caught you off guard considering the plethora of other people who had seen you hadn’t even questioned the red rimmed eyes, but he did. He always noticed the small things about you.

“They are happy tears,” you told him with a strained smile on your lips, one that you knew he would look right through but you didn’t have the energy for anything else right now. You had the rest of the day to fake your emotions and smiles through, you could let your guard down a little right now. 

“Are they?” Sirius asked simply and the bluntness of the question was enough to crumble the wall a little more.

“I don’t have a choice, Sirius,” you whispered, scared if you said the words any louder then the rest of the emotions would come flooding out.

“Yes, you do,” he said in a strained voice as he quickly moved across the room, the door shut behind him as he walked towards you. His face softened a little at your expression and, before either of you could stop him, he raised his hands to wipe away your tears. “You don’t know him.”

“I know some things about him,” you supplied weakly.

“You don’t know him well,” Sirius said with a single shake of his head. “And he doesn’t know you the way I do.”

“Sirius—”

“You know I’m right, love,” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with hope as you sunk into his touch. You sought out his familiar touch, the same hands that helped you through so much growing up and here he was again. He was always there. 

“If my brother finds out—”

“I’ll deal with James,” Sirius assured you, taking a step closer as his hands cupped your face. “I’ll deal with them all. Just say the word and I can call this whole thing off.” 

“What about the guests?” you whispered, the guilt settling in your stomach but the relief outweighed it. “What about all the planning and—”

“I don’t care about anything but you,” Sirius told you plainly enough. “I’ll throw the flowers in a fucking fire myself if needs be.”

You cracked a smile.

“Say the word and I’ll cancel this nonsense.”

You let out a heavy breath.

“You should marry a man you love,” Sirius whispered to you. “Not a man you feel like you need to marry out of duty.”

“I don’t want to let them all down, Sirius,” you whispered back, your eyes welling up with tears just like they had been doing all morning.

“You could never let me down, baby, no matter what,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I don’t wanna get married today.”

“Then you won’t.”

“I’m tired, Sirius.”

“Let’s get you out of that dress and into something more comfortable, yeah?” he murmured as his fingers already began making way of removing the veil pinned into your hair. “Then you can take a nap whilst I sort everything out.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

.

[seivsite]

okioki so i was listening to "from the start" by laufey and started daydreaming to it LMFAO

so im thinkingggg maybe a drabble with blade or dan heng where reader secretly pines over them. one day reader is alone in a room and theyre listening to this song and they start singing along and getting really into it. then when they turn around they see blade/dan heng watching them and they're like "so who's this about?" (or smth idk you can change it) and reader gets really embarassed but confesses anyway

PHEW ok im done im sorry tjis was so long ACK

FROM THE START .ᐟ

includes: dan heng x fem!reader. soft bf dan heng, can be interpreted as imbibitor lunae, not proofread — wc: 691

(Name) was listening to her playlist in her room, engaging in various activities such as reading and tidying up her space. The song “From the Start” by Laufey began playing, causing her to halt in her tracks and swiftly turn up the volume. She sang along to the lyrics, using a makeshift microphone hairbrush, and complemented her performance with gestures that mirrored the song’s sentiment.

Unbeknownst to the eyes of another person observing her, she sang the lyrics aloud, her voice carrying the melody of the song as her body gracefully moved to its rhythm, lost in the joy of the moment.

Have to get this off my chest

I’m telling you today

That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through

And shoots an arrow through my heart

As she sang, she made a makeshift arrow with her hand, delicately gesturing as if it pierced through her heart, adding a touch of emotion and artistry to her performance.

And I sound like a loon, but don’t you feel it too?

Confess I loved you from the start

Confess I loved you

Just thinking of you

I know I’ve loved you from the start

Startled by the unexpected claps, she froze up, slowly turning towards the door where the applause came from. There he stood, leaning against the doorway with a gentle smile on his face. “So, who’s this song about?” he inquired, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of intrigue.

With a fond gaze, Dan Heng observed how she immediately blushed and hastily sought refuge under the covers of her blanket, attempting to escape his gaze.

“It’s rude to ignore someone who’s talking to you, you know,” he playfully chided, moving towards her form, gently patting her head above the blanket.

“Stop it, this is so embarrassing,” she whined, trying her best to avoid Dan Heng’s teasing but finding it rather difficult to resist his affectionate gestures. The playful banter between them brought forth a sense of warmth and familiarity, making their bond even stronger in that intimate moment.

Dan Heng chuckled at her response, settling himself more comfortably on her bed as he persisted with his question, “So, back to my previous question, who’s this song about? I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“I don’t think you’d wanna know,” she mumbled, her voice muffled as she hid her face in her pillow.

“Why?” Dan Heng inquired, curious to uncover the mystery.

“Because it’s...” she hesitated, the ending of her sentence inaudible to Dan Heng’s ears.

“Hmm? Can you repeat that?” He teased, finally catching a glimpse of her red face, though only the top half was visible due to her continued attempts to shield herself. The playful exchange between them brought a sense of lightness and comfort to the moment, allowing them to share a connection that transcended mere words.

She suddenly groaned and tried to turn away from him, “It’s you, idiot,” she whispered. Dan Heng froze in his spot, hearing her confession, before swiftly moving to be on top of her lying form, gently trapping her between his arms.

“Are you serious? (Name), oof—” Dan Heng began to say but was interrupted as she smacked him in the face with a pillow, causing him to fall down beside her.

Her back turned towards him, Dan Heng felt an overwhelming desire to cuddle her and shower her with kisses. Cautiously, he hugged her waist from behind, finding comfort in the fact that she didn’t push him away. He continued to cuddle into her, basking in the warmth of their affection.

“I like, no, love you too, my dearest,” he declared with sincerity, his heart brimming with affection.

He was taken aback by her sudden movement, now face to face. Dan Heng couldn’t resist the urge any longer and asked, “Can I kiss you?” to which she nodded in consent.

Sealing their lips together in a passionate kiss, they immersed themselves in a tender embrace, embracing each other with gentleness and devotion. The world around them seemed to fade away as they expressed their feelings through that intimate connection, creating a cherished moment that they would remember forever.

NOTES. aaa i rly liked writing this, i’ll post a blade version probably later heheheeheh so soft n tiny dan heng bbg

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[abbu0414]

Comfort (Soapxf!reader)

Hi guys! This ones kinda for me because I feel like I've been overworking myself and getting overwhelmed at small things, and I am just WATING for my huge breakdown (I'm due for one in like 2 days I can feel it). And also in honor of the new CoD season coming out yesterday, I bought the battlepass as a little treat for myself. Anyways, please enjoy :)

Word count: 634

♪Song to Listen To: House Song by Searows♪

This had been the 8th night in a row that you had come back late from work. It wasn’t unusual for you to work extra, or to come home late but Johnny knew what was going on. I mean come on he was your boyfriend, he’s always up to date on these things. But he knew that this meant you were trying to distance yourself from your emotions, or something that you were thinking about. The only way you would stay sane, was if you overworked yourself to exhaustion. If you were constantly working, this meant that at night you would sleep peacefully. And this meant as a boyfriend, he needed to do small things to make your life easier, like wiping off counters after you made dinner for the two of you, or folding the blankets that scattered the couch after one of Johnny’s after work naps. 

After night 11 of working in a row AND working late, he had enough of you torturing yourself. And in all honesty, you have had enough of it too.  You came home and softly closed the door to your shared apartment. Your work backpack feeling heavier than usual as your tired, sore feet carried you down your long hallway. 

“Bonnie, is that you?” Johnny calls out from the couch

And suddenly soft tears begin to spill.

All of those pent up emotions, all of those days where customers just bitched and yelled at you, all of those days you wanted to hide in the back and cry, all of those coworkers that made you do all the hard work just for them to get all the credit. You couldn’t take much more of it.

You don’t even make it to your door as you crumble in the hallway, letting out silent tears. You hear footsteps approaching you, but don’t look up. A figure removes your backpack off of your heavy and tired shoulders. It sits on the hallway floor right in front of you and lifts your chin to meet its eyes. 

“Just because you can carry heavy things, doesn’t mean I can’t help lift. I’m here to help carry the heavy stuff too.” And just like that, you explode. 

“I-I don’t w-want to carry all the heavy stuff Johnny.” Your sobs echo in the empty hallway as you bring your body closer to his until he has you with your legs wrapped around his waist and and he has his nose in the crook of your neck. 

“I know Bonnie, I know.” 15 minutes later you’ve calmed down and your breathing softens, Johnny peppers your neck and face softly with kisses as he takes in your smell that he loves so much. He realizes that you’ve cried yourself to sleep and he gives a light chuckle. As he gets up off the floor, he takes you with him and carries you to your shared bedroom. 

Changing you into your favorite t-shirt and shorts combo, he takes in your sleeping face. With your eyes and nose red from crying so hard, it breaks his heart into a million pieces. He tucks you into bed and climbs in with you (him being the big spoon obviously) his hand snakes around your waist and up your chest to give you something to hold onto while you sleep. You nestle your cheek into his hand as you take a big sigh of relief from letting all your emotions out and taking in Johnny’s cologne and touch. He always knew how to calm you down and after a long couple of days, this is exactly what you needed. 

Maybe calling out of work wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. (Johnny was gonna do it for you while you were asleep anyways to force you to take a break.)

[merbear25]

Anxiety is talked about fairly often, but some don't know how to handle a s/o or friend who struggles with it. That being said, those who care about you are willing to learn!

Monster trio, Robin, Chopper, Franky, Brook, Law

CW: SFW, headcanons, mentions of general and social anxiety. Zoro's and Law's parts don't start out that comforting. There can be different things that can trigger it (sometimes nothing necessarily triggers it!) so this is kept more broad. It's kind of a specific headcanon, but it's something I personally struggle with and maybe others can relate.

Luffy: It takes him time to realize how hard some situations are for you, and even then, it's not something he'll fully be abe to understand. But he doesn't need to understand in order to care about you and consider your feelings! He'll help you in anyway he can. If you're having a hard time coping with the rough seas, he'll draw your attention to him. You're feeling overwhelmed at a gathering? He'll stay nearby, giving you a sense of stability in the hurdles you're currently up against.

Zoro: He'd be able to notice something's different about you. However, he may be someone who didn't quite believe in anxiety (at least not in the regard of a disorder). That being said, when he started spending more time with you, it became blatently obvious that it was, in fact, something to be taken more seriously. Once realizing this, he'd be more considerate towards you. He wouldn't really be hands on when helping you, but he'd hover around, just making sure everything is okay.

Sanji: You'd have his undying support. Similarly to Luffy, he wouldn't fully be able to grasp the extend of your problems, although that's not obligitory when it comes to caring about the ones you love. He'd be more than willing to listen to what triggers you and would help you find coping methods to help push you through rough patches. He's a doer and wants to help you find ways to ease your troubled mind.

Robin: Similaryly to Zoro, she would have sensed something was going on with you, especially if your anxiety flares up during more social events. When she notices, she'd be tacktful when approaching the issue; she wouldn't want to make you feel singled out. She's always happy to learn about her friends and the ways they think, so you could open up to her without fear of judgement.

Chopper: He'd know better than anyone here just how hard social anxiety is. Being as empathetic as he is, he'd sob for you when you mention your qualms. Despite this initial reaction, he is still a doctor and is dedicated to helping people. Sure, his specialty doesn't lie in psychology, but he'd be determined to find something, anything, to aid you. He'd be a stand-in emotional support reindeer if you really needed it.

Franky: He's an extremely friendly, silly, and sociable cyborg, though that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to tone it down when he sees someone he cares about going through a hard time. Being a doer like Sanji, he would look for solutions to your problem. He'd opt for sillier antics when it comes to keeping your mind off of things, which may or may not be the most helpful. Either way, everything he does is in good faith.

Brook: If you're a music lover, he'd opt for playing your favorite song to get your mind off of things. He finds it soothing and figures you would too. He'd check up on you through out the day, giving you space if that's what you need. If you'd rather talk or vent about it, he wouldn't object to it. He wouldn't mind if you end up talking his ear off, not that he has ears.

Law: Being a doctor, he'd know better than to just dismiss your issues, but dealing with emotions is not his forte. He'd probably start out keeping himself at arms length from you, observing how you handle each wave of anxiety. In doing this, he'd gain a better understanding of how to approach you. This may come across as him out right avoiding you, though. Once he has a better idea of how to handle you during, and outside of, these flare-ups, he'd helicopter around you, taking out some of the things that'd set you off when he can.

[storiesofleftoverghosts]

I Remember Everything || Leon Kennedy

pairings: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

warnings: hurt/no comfort, breaking up, alcoholism, semi-toxic relationship, Leon hates himself, reader has alcoholic father, no y/n is used.

word count: 2182

requested: nope!

a/n: i'm a yapper so this is gonna be long LMFAO. honestly i didn't have any specific leon in mind when i wrote this so... anyway i recently gave y'all fluff but i think it's time for angst. this is very heavily inspired by "I Remember Everything" by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. even if you don't like country, i'd recommend listening to it while reading this.

Sitting in a dive bar on a Wednesday night had become Leon's sense of normal over the years. It didn’t matter the day actually. If he wasn't on some life threatening mission for the government who didn't care about his well-being, he was at the bar. It was pathetic. He knew that better than anybody. Men his age were married and drinking with their friends. Some had at least two kids by now. He couldn't help but think of how he could have had that with you.

If only he didn't ruin everything he fucking touched. Maybe you both would be happy right now if he hadn't crossed paths with you.

Nursing his whiskey glass, he sipped on the caramel colored liquid. Rot gut whiskey usually helped ease his mind on nights like this. He didn’t enjoy how awful it tasted, but it was his choice of poison. It’s what he deserved, right? The cheap liquor burnt going down, and the aftertaste made him want to gag. Reality had seemed to be the thing he had trouble swallowing the most in the moment.

Memories of you had begun to trickle back into his mind as he continued to drink. Was it too much to ask the universe to cut him some slack for one god damn night? He thought about you enough as it is when he was sober. 

He was specifically thinking about one of the first dates you both had gone on. Driving home in your old pick up truck from the beach with the windows down. Sitting in the passenger seat gave him the best view. The summer breeze danced with your hair as the sun seemed to highlight all of his favorite features on you. Your smile somehow was brighter than the sun as you sang along to some cheesy pop song on the radio. Beautiful wasn’t even a word that could cover how he thought of you in the moment. Emotions he thought he would never feel again overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, warm tears had begun to form in the corner of his eyes.

“Are you crying babe?” You had asked while turning down the radio. Concern was written all over your features. Sometimes you gave him a run for his money with how observant you were. His piercing blue eyes were glossed over before he turned his attention to whatever was passing outside the window. Quickly he cleared his throat as heat creeped up the back of his neck. 

“Yeah. You still got sand in your hair and it blew into my eyes.” Both of you knew it was an excuse, but you didn’t pry any deeper into the subject. You had learned your lesson about trying to make Leon communicate his emotions with you. Besides, he had the mentality that grown men don’t cry. How could he explain that he was crying out of joy and in awe of your beauty? Thinking of explaining that had made him cringe at the time. 

God he used to give you so much shit about that truck. It was on the older side, and he had offered multiple times to get you a new one. But you were too stubborn and would shoot the offer down. That truck was your pride and joy. Now he would give anything to drive around with you in that pick up truck one more time. 

Another memory seemed to taunt him and rub salt into his open wound. Late night talks sitting on your beatdown basement couch together, your head in his lap as he played with your hair. You’d tell him stories about your family, like when your mother had run off from your father and pawned her wedding ring. Something about how she couldn’t take your fathers drinking anymore. His soothing fingers running through your hair would comfort you, and he swore to you that he’d never turn out like that. 

It tore him up to think how he wouldn’t be the man that he always swore to you he would be.

Glass clinking snapped him out of his pity party. Another whiskey glass was in front of him. The bartender gave him a small nod before focusing his attention on another patron. Leon bit the inside of his lip once he realized the man hadn't even had to ask Leon if he wanted another one. He had grown used to Leon's company in that same damn barstool he sat in every time. Knowing that only made Leon sink deeper into his self hatred. His eyes flicked down to the drink before lifting it to his lips, and took another drink. 

The bitter taste of the alcohol paired with a cheesy pop song in the background, the same one you blasted all the time, brought one final bitter memory to him. When he broke up with you, or more like when you broke up with him. Funny enough, it happened right here at the same bar, at the same barstool. He might have been wasted when it happened, but he remembered everything about that night.

You had come into the bar looking for him one night. The bar was almost closed so when he heard the door open, it had caught his attention. The moment his eyes laid eyes on you, he knew he was in deep shit. You were constantly telling him how you refused to step foot in a bar. Going as far to say you’d rather eat glass than be around the smell of alcohol and alcoholics. Normally he’d remind you that not everyone who went to a bar was an alcoholic, but here he was, proving your point. There was practically a trailblaze of fire behind you as you stomped your way toward him. Steam was leaving your ears and he began to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.

“What the hell Leon?!” Glaring at him, you crossed your arms. Anger was practically dripping off your tone. Empty glasses were sitting around him. He couldn’t meet your gaze which only pissed you off more. You hadn’t heard from him in days. Three fucking days to be exact. You knew he hadn’t been sent off to do a mission. He would always give you a kiss goodbye and promise he’d make it back to you. Now you were questioning if his promises meant anything.

“Don’t do this here. Just let me finish this drink, and we can go do this.. somewhere else.” His disinterested voice slurred as he traced the rim of his glass. You felt your blood begin to boil. A teensy tiny part of you felt bad for him. Leon had seen horrific things, not that he would give you the full picture of things. It didn’t take a genius to know that Leon was a broken man. But you didn't care about that. 

For the past couple of months, he had been acting cold towards you. Less and less would he tell you how much he loved you. His fuse was shorter with you, and most of the time you guys were arguing about stupid things. It felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around him. No matter how much you tried to talk to him about the issues in your relationship, he ignored you. Ignorance was bliss was his mindset about things like this. Not to mention, you had noticed he had been drinking more heavily. Stumbling to your place late at night, too drunk to even stand correctly had become something that happened at least three times a week. You couldn’t stand alcohol and he knew it. Not answering you for three days was the final straw for you.

“No, fuck that! We’re gonna do this here,” You slammed your hands down on the bar. For a moment that seemed to have gotten his attention before he returned back to his unbothered facade. Your hands were stinging from how hard you had slammed down.

“You’re drinking everything in sight to ease your mind, but just when the hell are you gonna help ease mine? Do you know how fucking worried I’ve been?!” You yelled at him, clenching your jaw.. Leon rolled his eyes and shook his head. Luckily there was only one person at the bar, the bartender. The bartender took it as a sign to go get more stock.

“Did ya think that maybe you’re the reason I’m drinkin’? All you do is bitch at me all the time. It’s…It’s like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear you talk.” He waved a finger at you. His pupils were dilated, and you could smell the alcohol coming off of him. His drunken words stung, and there was a flash of hurt written on your face. Even when you two were arguing, he never talked to you like this. Guess strange words come out of a grown man’s mouth when his mind’s broken.

“Are you being serious right now?” Your voice broke towards the end of your sentence. He didn’t respond, and only stared at you like you were an idiot. The audacity he had to say that astounded you. Drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts or however the saying went. You were reminded of the way your father would talk to your mom, and a feeling of disgust washed over you. The man you loved was starting to become like the man you hated. Your anger dissipated as tranquility took its place. You knew what you had to do.

“You know what? I’m done.” You had sounded so unbothered as you removed your hands from the bar. Like if you were talking about the state of the weather and not ending your relationship. Leon raised an eyebrow. Did he hear you right? Were you doing what he thought you were doing?

“I love you and I understand you have your issues. But I have enough self respect for myself to realize I deserve better than being treated like garbage.” Hearing your words seemed to sober him up. He quickly got off the barstool, stumbling a little as he did. You watched him with a strange look in your eyes. Looking back at it now, he realized that it was a look of pity.

“Baby. You don’t mean that.” He chuckled before searching your face for any signs that you were joking. Much to his dismay, your lips were pressed in a thin line. He reached out to try and grab your hands but you had pulled them away. Your eyes were devoid of that warmth you usually had whenever he looked into them. That’s when it hit him that he had fucked up for the last time.

“Do me a favor and call yourself a cab. Seems like the bars’ closing soon.” A disappointed sigh managed to escape from you as you turned away. Part of you wanted to personally drive him home but that would only hurt you in the long run. These were the consequences of his actions. That’s what you had to tell yourself as he began to plead you to stay.

“Please don’t do this. Can’t you just stay? Please love, don’t leave me.” He called out to you. He would have begged you to stay till the sun rose, you knew that. You’ve never heard someone sounding so desperate, let alone Leon sounding so desperate. Maybe it was how much alcohol he had consumed. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he was losing you. It made you hesitate for a moment but you continued to walk.

Deep down you knew if you stayed, you wouldn’t be able to leave. It would be a never ending restless cycle of Leon getting drunk and saying hurtful shit, you wanting to leave, him begging you not to, etc. You weren’t going to be like your mother. Desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as you finally stepped out of the bar, disappearing into the night and his life.

“Time to go home. Bar’s closed.” The bartender told him which snapped him out of his thoughts once last time. It didn’t feel like that much time had passed since he was given another drink, but the time on his watch proved him wrong. When it came to you he always lost track of time. Every time he sat down on this barstool he thought about you. Why he had kept coming back here, he didn’t know. Mostly it was a way of punishing himself. For letting you walk away and being too much of a coward to not change for you.

He paid his tab and left a tip for the bartender. Mumbling a good night, he made his way out the door. The cool night air felt nice against his flushed skin, yet it only made him miss you more. Cursing out his brain for the painful reminder, he called a cab before waiting for it to come. 

God he wished he didn’t but he did remember every moment (the good and the bad) on those summer nights with you.

[thetriplets3]

hi i have a request 😁

a slow dancing in a parking lot vibe

❝𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

warnings: swearing, shitty bf saying shitty things

shoutout to @emmssturniolo for editing go show her some love

matt and i have known each other for years before we started dating. he’s been there for all my shitty boyfriends who left me feeling like i wasn’t worthy of love and questioning if they loved me the way i loved them. matt knew all the cliché things i always wanted to do, but my exes refused saying i was embarrassing them.

i made my way through the dark parking lot, my head constantly checking around me to make sure no one was following me. i hate walking alone in the dark; it’s so much easier for things to hide i don’t feel safe. i make it Jake’s mom’s 2000 Toyota Echo and i can already hear the obnoxiously loud music playing on the radio. i know he knows i don’t like loud music or noise in small spaces, he chooses to do it anyway. opening my door and sitting in my seat, i cringe at the volume, reaching to turn the volume down to a bearable level.

“don’t touch the fucking volume” he snaps as he turns it back up.

slinking myself further into the seat, i roll my eyes at his behavior. the next song starts, and i can’t help but let a little gasp out.

“i love this song! let’s dance!” i suggest, excitement evident in my voice.

“stop with that shit; i’m not doing that with you; it’s embarrassing” he spits, turning the car engine on and driving out of the lot.

i’m used to it. it’s always the same thing every time i wanna do something “coupley” he refuses saying he won’t do it with me it’s embarrassing. i always had this idea of a fairytale relationship and this was far from it. i couldn’t deal with him anymore today; he was constantly shutting me down, dismissing me, or being snapping at me.

“can you drop me off at nick’s please?” i quietly ask, scared of his response

without a word, he turns onto the triplets street, stopping the car in front of their house. “get out” bitterness filling his voice. slamming the car door on my way out i storm up their driveway, filled with emotion. i turn around, raising both my arms in the air, and flip him off, finishing it with “fuck you jake” as loud as i can. the boys have always told me i don’t need to knock but i do except for today, i just needed to see someone who wasn’t jake. that someone was matt.

matt patiently listened to me rant about how shitty jake made me feel and ask what i did wrong.

matt knows me better than anyone. i feel stupid for not seeing it sooner; it would have saved me from a lot of heartbreaking relationships. on days i don’t feel well he stops what he’s doing to come be with me, stopping at the store to get my favorite things to cheer me up. whether a day is the worst day of my life, the best day of my life, or just a normal day, he’s there with my favorite flowers. knowing how much i love them he’ll find any excuse to get me them just to see the smile on my face. i never had to remind him of things; he knows me inside out; what music i listen to (he even has a playlist of all my favorite songs); he can sense when i’m getting overwhelmed and want to get away from whatever it is that we’re doing; he knows that i find his hand cradling my head during a hug to be grounding; he listens like actually listens; his eyes are so intently watching and hanging on to every word.

i always felt like i had to remind my exes to love me, but with matt he was the one reminding me i’m loved. he did everything no one else cared to do and he paid attention to things most people ignored. everything he does melts my heart because i’ve never been treated like this. like i deserve.

today was one of those days where everything just feels off and you can’t pinpoint why. facetiming matt in the morning, he seemed to have noticed i wasn’t my normal self. bringing it up in the most gentle way he suggested going for a drive.

“is everything okay sweetheart? you don’t need to explain, i just want to know if you’re okay. how about we go for a drive later tonight? clear your head. let me bare some of the weight from your shoulders” the love and tenderness in his voice is all the confirmation i’ll ever need.

sitting on the old wooden bench by the front door, i slip my socks and shoes on just as matt knocks on the door. opening the door i collapse into his arms before he takes my hand and walks me to his car. planting a soft kiss to the back of my hand before dropping it to open my door.

“my love” he says with a little bow, making me giggle.

our linked hands lie on the center console, matt’s thumb mindlessly rubbing the back of my hand. the smallest gestures make me feel so loved. tonight’s destination of choice was the empty parking lot of a frozen yogurt shop. our first date. our deep conversations are always my favorite, he’s so emotionally intelligent i love listening to him voice his thoughts, opinions, and advice. to lighten the mood after those deep talks he softly plays music. immediately i recognize the song, a smile toying at my lips.

“i-” my voice trails off, remembering what happened every time i mentioned a song and how some made me wanna dance.

“what? go on” he urges me to continue, turning his body in his seat to face me giving me his full attention.

another thing i love about matt is his patience. he knows i tend to bite my tongue when it comes to sharing my opinions because i was afraid of the response i’d get, so he encourages me to continue, in turn reassuring me that my thoughts and opinions are valid.

“i love this song it’s so beautiful” i say

without a word, matt gets out of the car and walks around the car, leaving me confused until my door opens and matt’s there with his hand out for me to grab hold of.

“may i have this dance, pretty girl?” he asks, letting a laugh slip through his serious façade.

“i’d love to” i whisper.

letting go of my hand for a second he reaches into the car and turns the volume up just loud enough for us to hear it. i smile to myself at his thoughtful gesture, making sure i was out of the car before turning the volume up. no one’s ever taken so much consideration to make sure i’m comfortable like he does.

my thoughts are interrupted by matt circling his arms around my waist, instantly my hands finding their home at the nape of his neck and in his hand. pulling me closer to him, i rest my head on his shoulder, the smell of his cologne bringing me even more comfort. our bodies sway to the music enjoying this moment.

matt gently pushes my body away from his and raises our joined hands, ready to twirl me. it wasn’t the most graceful twirl ever, filled with giggles at my lack of dancing skills. as i turn back to face matt i let go of his hand and wrap both my hands at the nape of his neck mindlessly playing with his hair. our eyes are locked on each other, having a conversation of their own. with watery eyes and a big smile, i’ve never felt so loved. he has done everything and more than anyone else has and he never lets me forget how much he loves me.

matt rests his forehead against mine, eyes starting into mine. softly, he whispers the lyrics to me, never breaking eye contact

❝𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞❞

a few tears escape my eyes. this isn’t his type of music at all yet he’s made the effort to listen to it and remember the words knowing how much i love this song. no one will ever love me more than matt, he’s it for me, he’s all i’ve ever needed.

“i love you thank you for showing me what it feels like to be unconditionally loved. i can’t wait for a lifetime of being loved by you” i gush.

“loving you was never something i had to think about; it’s just natural. how can anyone look at you and not see that you deserve every star in the universe? you shine so brightly that i can’t believe people made you feel like you should hide that light. you are worthy of love and i’m happy i get to be the one to show you. i love you sweet girl. i’ll love you for a lifetime and every one after that. you’re the sun to me” he confesses, placing a loving tender kiss on my lips.

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[mintsbubbletea]

hiiiii! i was wondering if you could do a part two to mi ceilo fic it was so cute and i just love sero

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 - 𝐌𝐢 𝐂𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

Word Count: 2,300

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, cursing, angst, blood, crying, fluff.

Proof read and Edited

A/N: Thank you for the request! and thanks for the being the first one teehee. Anyways I'm very witchy so I added my own herb medicine flare to it. also big thanks to @juixxyoyo for literally the whole fic idea <3.

Part 1

Since the moment Sero discovered your feelings for him and the effort you put into creating plants for him, he has been making more of an effort to spend time with you. He walks you to and from school, even though the dorms are nearby, just to have an excuse to be by your side. During lessons, his gaze is always fixed on you, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. These small but significant moments have been happening for a week or two now, and it was only a matter of time before he asked you out. He loves taking you on dates that involve nature, knowing it's something you both enjoy. Whether it's going on a hayride to pick apples or visiting a museum filled with different plants, he always finds ways to remind you of him. He even took you to a tea party in a garden filled with butterflies and birds. But it wasn't just him coming up with dates. You took him to a petting zoo where you could feed the animals and enjoy each other's company. He particularly loved it when the birds landed on him, trying to get the seeds from his hands. All of these beautiful memories were captured on your digital camera.

As the school year progressed, you and Sero had been together for seven months. You had become close with his group of friends, as he couldn't keep the secret of your relationship any longer. He wanted to show everyone that he had an incredible person who loved him, and you supported each other through thick and thin. You felt the same way about him. Without him, you would still be that quiet person, solely focused on studying and worrying about grades. But now, you were living life to the fullest and had friends to share it with. You even formed a friendship with Jiro, a bond that no one expected but felt right when they saw the two of you together. When you weren't with Sero, you were with Jiro, listening to music, making mixtapes of your favorite songs, attending concerts, and creating music together. You were truly grateful for Sero and the positive impact he had on your life.

You found yourself in Sero's dorm as usual, lounging on his hammock with the scent of incense in the air. It was then that you noticed some of the plants were out of place. Frowning, you got up to investigate. "Ro?" you called out, catching his attention. "What happened to the plants?" you inquired, picking one up. "Some of them are missing," you noted as you gently stroked the succulent, gazing down at them. Sero quickly approached you. "Really?" he questioned, and you could sense that he was hiding something. "They all look the same to me, mi cielo," he reassured you with a smile. Despite wanting to press him further, you remained silent, aware of your tendency to overthink. You bit your lip before conceding, "Yeah, maybe I'm just overthinking." Sero placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Stop doubting yourself, it's your perspective," he remarked with a smile before returning to his bed. You nodded before settling back into the hammock, your emotions in turmoil. You tried to push them aside, but you couldn't ignore the absence of the plants from his desk. You recalled nurturing and tending to them, sighing as you gazed at your beloved plants.

Each time you visited, the plants seemed to disappear one by one. Did he grow tired of them? Were they too overwhelming for him? Did he no longer appreciate their presence? Countless thoughts raced through your mind, convincing you that he must have been discarding them and no longer cared for them. You knew you needed to address this with him, but the last time you brought it up, he dismissed it, leaving you hurt. As you sat on his bed, you noticed a small speck of dirt on the floor. Curiosity piqued, you stood up and followed the trail to its source. A gasp escaped your lips as you beheld the broken flower pot on the ground, with the flowers slightly bent. Your lips trembled as you empathized with the pain the plant must have felt. Sero quickly sprang to his feet upon hearing your gasp. "What's the matter?" he asked anxiously, checking if you were injured. You remained silent, fixated on the shattered pot. His gaze followed yours, his face turning pale as he understood your emotions. "Y/n, I'm so sorry-"

"Are you getting rid of them?" you questioned, desperately holding back your tears. You didn't want to break down in front of him because you two had never argued before, and you were trying your best not to cry. "What? No, I would never do that," he replied, watching you stand up. "Then why are the plants missing? I thought I was going crazy, but I know my babies well, and they're not here," you said, tears welling up in your eyes. Sero's mouth dropped open in shock at your accusation. "Mi Cielo, I understand you're upset, but I would never do that in a million years," he said, attempting to reach out and comfort you. You backed away from him, causing him to stop himself. "Then where are they?" you asked, finally letting the tears flow. Sero remained silent, not speaking up. You nodded and bent down to pick up the flowers. "Y/n, it's not what you think. Do you really believe I would do that to you?" he asked, growing a bit frustrated because you were accusing him without any evidence. "I want to believe you, but this one really hurt," you said, showing him the injured flower. "Did you accidentally knock it over? Are you being careless with them?" you questioned. Sero let out a soft scoff. "Y/n, I'm trying not to get upset here. I didn't throw them out, and I wasn't careless. Why would you say that?" he asked, feeling hurt.

You screamed, "I have no idea!" but not directed at him. "I don't know," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. You reached out to touch the flower, attempting to help, but nothing seemed to work. Placing the plant on his desk, you bent down to pick up the pot, only to accidentally cut yourself due to your blurred vision from crying. Wincing in pain, you dropped the pot. "Y/n, you're bleeding," Sero exclaimed, taking hold of your hand. "No, don't touch me," you replied, looking at him with overwhelming emotions. When it came to your plants, your mind became fuzzy, and you were not in the right frame of mind. "Y/n," he said, looking hurt. "I'm sorry," you mumbled before leaving the room, your bloody hand leaving Sero feeling confused, frustrated, and hurt.

The weekend dragged on slowly. You and Sero had not spoken since the argument, as he gave you space to sort through your thoughts. By Monday, you expected him to reach out, but there was no word from him, and he was absent from class, which was unusual. Sniffling, you knocked on Jiro's door. She opened it, seeing you in tears. "Y/n," she said sadly, ushering you inside. "What's the matter?" she inquired. "I think he's upset with me," you confessed. Jiro gazed at you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Why do you think that?" she probed. "He hasn't replied to my messages, and he always does, no matter what. Plus, he didn't show up to school today."

Jiro let out a sigh, concern etched on her face. "Listen, I'm your best friend, and I'm saying this because I care about you. Crying won't solve anything, it'll only make the situation worse," she said, gently wiping away your tears. "I love you, but instead of crying, use that energy to go talk to him. Remember, you're not the only one hurting here," she added, bringing you back to reality.

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of guilt. "I didn't even consider that. I've been blaming him without giving him a chance to explain. I need to go talk to him," you admitted, remorseful. With a grateful smile, you thanked Jiro before she pulled you into a comforting hug. "You're welcome. That's what friends are for, to keep you from doing something foolish," she reassured you.

With newfound determination, you made your way to his dorm and stood in front of his door. Gently knocking, you waited for a response. When you didn't hear anything, you knocked a little harder. "Sero?" you called out, pressing your ear against the door to listen. After a moment of silence, you heard some movement before a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry. I overreacted the other day and blamed you without giving you a chance to speak. Can I come in?" you asked, hoping for a positive response.

There was a brief pause before you heard a faint voice say, "Come in." Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Sero lying in bed, covered in blankets, his eyes closed and his breathing labored. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, indicating his distress.

You shut the door quietly, hurrying over to his bedside and gently placing your hand on his forehead. "Sero," you whispered, unaware that he had been n bed with illness all this time. "You have a fever," you stated, running your hand across his face to confirm. Sero let out a weak chuckle. "I'm fine," he murmured, opening his eyes. You shook your head, looking at him with concern. "You're far from fine. You've practically been wasting away in bed!" you exclaimed. "I didn't want to bother you. You were still mad at me," he admitted, gripping your hand. "Forget about that. You're sick and you didn't tell me. I don't care if I was upset, I should have been here to take care of you," you said, cupping his face and leaning in closer. "I'm so sorry, Sero," you whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "You'll get sick if you kiss me," he weakly protested. "You wouldn't be sick if you had told me earlier so I could have helped you," you replied with a smile, kissing him once more. "I'll be right back," you said, heading back to your dorm to gather some supplies. Returning to his room, you set down a cloth, some herbs, and medicine.

You prepared a special herbal tea, a recipe passed down in your family. They claimed it could cure anything, from pain to pregnancy, flu to cramps, headaches to even your dad's broken bone. "Drink this, babe," you said, helping Sero sit up against the wall. He groaned softly, catching a whiff of the herbs. "Is this the family tea?" he asked, recognizing the scent. You nodded, bringing the cup to his lips. "Yes, I made it with extra love so you'll be back on your feet in no time," you teased, watching as he took a few sips and closed his eyes, savoring the taste. You couldn't help but smile as you held the cup, then reached for the cloth, gently placing it on his forehead to help alleviate his fever.

Hours went by before Sero started feeling better, sleeping peacefully through the night with you beside him, waking up each time he moved just to make sure he was okay. The next day, he still didn't go to school, and you felt guilty for leaving him, but you made sure to check on him whenever you had a break. After school, you hurried to his dorm when he messaged you about an emergency. "What's the matter? Did you throw up? Are you feeling worse?" you inquired as he sat on the bed in sweats and a hoodie. You examined his face, and he chuckled while grabbing your wrist. "I'm okay, mi cielo," he chuckled. "Then why did you text me about an emergency?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I wanted to show you something," he replied before getting up and taking your hands, leading you out of the dorm. "Where are we going?" you questioned as you both left the campus. "Just wait," he said, smiling and squeezing your hand. After a few minutes of walking, you arrived at a vast field with a large greenhouse. You looked around, smiling at the beautiful scenery, still unsure of what was happening. "Mi cielo," Sero began, capturing your attention. "You noticed my plants were missing because I was moving them into the greenhouse. Well, your greenhouse," he said with a smile. "Mine?" you gasped, opening your mouth in surprise. "You got me a greenhouse? This huge one?" you asked, beaming with joy. He nodded. "Yes, this is yours. There are multiple units with different temperatures so you can grow various kinds of plants."

Your lips trembled as you glanced around, envisioning the countless hours you would spend in this place. "How? With what money?" you inquired. Sero grinned and then turned to the group waiting in the distance. "Momo's family owns this land, and they were kind enough to let us have it, along with the greenhouse. I had some assistance in building it," he explained, gesturing towards the group, which consisted of Class 1-A and half of Class 1-B, as they began walking towards you. You looked at him and embraced Sero tightly. "You built this for me?" you asked, holding him close. He wrapped his arms around you and nodded. "Of course I did. So when you're not busy being a hero, you can come here and just be yourself," he whispered to you.

"Thank you. Just thank you," you smiled, before gently kissing his lips. "Por nada Mi Cielo

[diacripticcomplex]

“Did you hear the new Sakamaki album?” “I did! It was amazing!” “I loveeee their duo songs but those 2 songs where all of them were singing together, that was great!, I can’t wait to see the music videos they come up with.” All throughout school, I kept hearing the about the Sakamaki album , I haven’t heard it myself, not that I didn’t want to I just never found these things interesting to me, I barely listened to music. Growing up , my father made sure I wasn’t involving myself with sinful behavior and that included music outside of the church.

“Hey look over here! The Sakamaki brothers are going to have a music video and they’re asking for models to appear in it! I wanna be in it!” One fan girl stated, she was seemingly overwhelmed with emotions. A music video that sounds interesting, maybe I should try listening to some of their music when I get home..

Later that evening, I went on YouTube and searched them up, and instantly I fell in love with their voices, it was like I was being serenaded by the vibrations, their music itself was definitely more on the darker side of poetry, yet I was very much drawn into this dark masterpiece. That night, I listened to all the albums and the solo artists.

I went to bed thinking about the ad for appearing in the Sakamaki music video it honestly would seem like an interesting experience. Somewhat fun too? I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, it’s as if I’m a new person, I found something I truly am interested in. I smile to myself as I turn to the side and drift off into sleep.

I wake up, thinking about the dream I had. I was thinking about it the Sakamaki brothers so much that I fantasized being in their music video, yea right, that won’t happen. Felt like a fever dream anyway. I get ready and then go off to school. Walking in from the back, where no one else was I noticed a limousine, and coming out were the Sakamaki brothers…I felt like my heart was about to explode, I could feel my face heating up when I saw them. They were even more handsome in person.

“What are you looking at?” The spunky red head Ayato said, his voice sounded annoyed, his singing voice was absolutely perfect however, maybe he was in a bad mood..I say nothing. “Ayato don’t be rude to a cute girl, hey why don’t you come hang with us for a bit? We’re new to this school” Laito said, Laito’s songs were super sexual, he gives such playboy vibes. “Um I don’t think I can..” I say quietly. “Alright then beat it, then out of here already you’re a nuisance to look at” Subaru said, he was as rude as ever but all the fans called him a tsundere..I believe it. I begin to walk away, but I was stopped by the voice of I believe it was Reiji. “Hold on a moment, we are new to this school. We were told a student was supposed to show us around. I believe you are the student to do so since you happened to stumble upon the correct location, please fulfill your task. “ he stated so firmly, I sigh and simply comply. Taking them around the school shouldn’t be too bad. I feel bad for the student that was supposed to do this job intentionally..

“Is there a place I can nap..? I’m so tired” Shu said, he was so handsome I wanted to just keep looking at him, I shook my head and said that there wasn’t a nap room but there is an infirmary room where he can nap if he isn’t feeling good, I showed them the room and Shu hopped on the bed, stayed there. He did not care to finish the tour.

“ Well that’s all there is..I have to head to class now, ah Ayato, Kanato and Laito we all have the same class next period, see you guys there.” I say smiling slightly, which caused Ayato to grab my wrist. “That look you just gave me..it was quite intoxicating, I like that face, I wanna see more of that face” he told me, I was blushing like crazy, I could feel it. I tried to remain calm but he began licking my hand, I jolt it back, gasping. “Your skin tastes nice, let me have a go at you” i look at him with confusion.

“If you’re gonna have a go at her, so will I “ Laito butted in , “so will I!” Kanato said, smiling at me crazy. “That’s enough of all of you, apologies for their horrendous behavior” Reiji stated, I thanked him and walked away quickly. That was so strange..they’re so weird but I’m kinda attracted to this..am I becoming weird?