#because you picked just one song and it was such a simplistic one i thought id give you what you paid for and spruce it up a bit

[violentdevotion]

263 ! Love <3

bit of an ambitious one but i think the repetition and assertive language means that you should fight for what/who you want. come to me I think makes that clear but even 'lay me down' as opposed to 'i'll lie down' emphasises how important having that other person in your life is. all in all i think if you're seeking love it's telling you to not give in to hopelessness

[wheeboo]

seventeen as wave to earth songs

FEATURING. seventeen (ot13) GENRE. headcanons WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.3k

notes: i thought n wrote this within the hours of 3-4 am because my brain couldn’t fight the urge even tho no one asked for this lmao ;; im blaming this seungkwan edit on tiktok that conspired me to do this. a lot of ppl have prob done this but this is my take (some of them were HARD) :') honestly any of these can be switched around

choi seungcheol as calla

the first word i associated with this song is "devotion", and my mind immediately thought of cheol. he is the definition of loyalty and puts in his all when it comes to love and towards whoever his calla will be. he has the power of reassurance and hope, and this can also be interpreted vice versa will cheol being the "calla" of the relationship--the one who may be withering away inside, so he needs that other half to supply him with the rain that he needs to grow

"But Calla, you can always grow back, oh If you don't have enough sunlight I'll blow the clouds away, Calla Bloom yourself until the end"

yoon jeonghan as daisy.

jeonghan as daisy just MAKES SENSE?? he is the splash of colour within a simplistic life, a constant source of happiness even in the most mundane situations. i just love the vibrant feels of this song and it makes me imagine a scenario of running down the beach holding hands with him. seeing his presence just never fails to brighten up my day up, and its just a very comforting song in general which reminds me sm of him

"Oh, daisy, it's my happiness to run into you Life always goes on and on But, I'll live with you forever So, be my daisy"

joshua hong as bad

the instrumentals of the song gives me joshua vibes. and just like the lyrics, how can the sight of joshua's smile/just him in general not make your day even better? for some reason i also had an imagination of him serenading someone with this song plsss, it would be so swoonworthy to hear that. its such a romantic song abt finding joy and happiness in your loved one, and i think joshua has a lot of love inside of him

"How could my day be bad when I'm with you? You're the only one who makes me laugh So how can my day be bad? It's a day for you"

wen junhui as light

the constant mention of the moon and the sky just gives me jun energy. i don't know if the word quirky is the right word to call this song (probably not, now that i think abt it, maybe more calm) but its a word i would definitely describe jun with. he's always a person who tries his best to shine as much as he could and he's just someone you can rely on yk

"You are my sea, you are my sunshine The star, the moon"

kwon soonyoung as pink

this song is just very... freeing and nostalgic? and it reminds of me soonyoung where everything just feel so liberating and free when it comes to being with him. his spirit just seems to rid of any worries just so easily, and it kind of reminds me of the sunset, where the colour pink is shown, and just like the song says- it's such a beautiful colour just like him

"During the sunset The pink light is clear It drew you, the beautiful you Your image" (translation may not be accurate because it's in full korean)

jeon wonwoo as seasons

someone had to be seasons and it was such a hard choice of who to give this song to but ultimately, i picked wonwoo. this song is just so bittersweet and melancholic. it holds so many heartfelt emotions inside of it but also so many unhappy emotions as well. it displays vulnerability and how that kind of feeling can feel burdensome to those around you and overall, i feel like he is the more perfect choice for this song tbh

"Oh my life is fallin' apart Maybe no one will notice if I disappear But I'll pray for you all the time If I could be by your side I'll give you all my life, my seasons"

lee jihoon as wave

i absolutely adore the instrumentals of this song sm. it's about embracing the unknown with someone special and i feel like the kinda fits with jihoon very well. i just love the symbolism of waves and stars in the song and how it symbolises this desire to adventure and traverse thru the unknown. i also think jihoon is very introspective n knowing that nothing lasts forever, but with the wave being mentioned that will last forever just,, perfectly contrasts with that? this was a bit hard to explain asljkdlas n made more sense in my head

"When you spoke to me, The words are like a floating star Now I'm next to you The waves will take us far away"

xu minghao as ride

the lyrics of the song is basically describing someone else being your safe space, and i definitely think minghao is that. he is the type of person whose presence is an easy source of comfort to whatever sort of emotional baggage one may hold. he's simply just the definition of the word comfort and to me, is what this song gives

"I'm on a ride Ride You are my city Everything"

kim mingyu as peach eyes

mingyu is just the type of person whose eyes seem to hold SO MUCH love or appear so lovestruck? or just him in general tbh--he just seems to hold so much love and is willing to dump that all for the person he adores w all his life. like eyes can carry so much within them istg. this song is also more on the cheery and upbeat side and i definitely think that resonates w the type of person that he is

"Peach eyes and blue skies It's on the moonlight, how many songs I write You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely On you, peach eyes?"

lee seokmin as sunny days

the sun = seokmin hello?? i love the description of nature in this song and it reminds me of walking in the park on a sunny afternoon with him and it's just so perfect, like how everything is just so insignificant without the presence of the other person aka him. it's a golden type of love where it doesn't waver even as time goes by, and i can definitely see that with seokmin

"You are my golden age Evеrything shines so bright That my eyes go blind Our youth never ages here"

boo seungkwan as love.

this is my favourite wave to earth song btw. it may just be me being very biased but listening to the song while thinking of him just FITS him? the song is literally abt the strength of love thru hardships, being someone with a fragile heart, and reminds me of those types of hugs where it just feels... right? like everything is simply okay? the song makes me ascend each time i listen to it on full blast, and boo never fails to make me ascend with not just his voice, but his care and the amount of love he carries in himself, his strength, just HIM

"My little heart too Like small waves in it Broken and pushed back Melting into you Only then can I see my eternity" (translation may not be accurate because it's in full korean)

vernon chwe as so real

the instrumentals in this song esp at the end are so superior btw. other than that, despite the calm vibes this song emits just like vernon, it's also a song about feeling stuck, about being lost in your emotions. not that i'm assuming vernon is feeling this way, but in general, it reminds me of that feeling being alone in your own world which i think suits him with this song more than others

"I can't explain Where I'm buried now An empty vein You'll never understand"

lee chan as surf.

this song has such an uplifting and upbeat vibe and it's about enjoying the time that you have, even though it's temporary, and living in the moment spending time with yourself and also those that you love as well. the lyrics make me smile so much, and i definitely think chan fits the song very well because i def think he has this power to charge others (like his members) with energy just by being himself

"Dance my babe, dance my friends We don't have much time to enjoy Just sing it my babe Bigger than you ever did We don't have much time to enjoy Our time will be gone someday But I'm okay Life is like surfin' anyway"

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[chpsticklesbian]

Champagne Problems

larissa weems x fem!reader

cw: angst, lots of song lyrics usage

a/n: as promised

words: 1,497+

the soft melody of the music flowed and danced along with the pairs that were hand in hand, hip to hip dancing along the wooden floor. your right hand hugged her waist as her right hand held your left while her head rested on your chest. at that moment the two of you weren’t any different from any of the couples surrounding you. you were oozing an almost sickly amount of love. but none of you cared. 

you recognized the song the orchestra was playing. ‘the swan’. it was a classic, one of your favorites. you noticed larissa had started to hum along to the tune as you both swayed to the music. you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face at the sound of her humming. you loved whenever she hummed, or sung. you’d always thought her voice was pure serenity. no matter how off key or shrill she could sound, to you it sounded like bliss. 

you enjoyed every song she ever sang. but ultimately your favorite was always when she’d sing ‘the tennessee waltz’. the song accompanied you almost every night before you went to sleep. she’d brush her fingers through your hair and sing or hum the song. she’d told you once how she found it odd it was your favorite, the song held a rather melancholic message. you always shrugged and told her the song simply sounded nice when she sang it. she’d smile and thank you. but truth be told you never studied the lyrics enough to realize the meaning behind the song. in fact you never wanted to study the lyrics. 

you never wanted to study the lyrics because you wanted her to sing it to you every time. 

and now here you were, hand in hand dancing with her, wishing it was her voice accompanying the both of you and not the orchestra.

as minutes passed by you grew nervous, her humming turned quieter. the ring in your pocket almost felt heavier each second. were you making the right choice? maybe your own pep talk wasn't enough. but it's been three years. it's been three years and you still can't get through a day without her. It must be the right choice. right? but what if she-

“i love you.” your thoughts were cut off when larissa spoke, head still resting on your chest. her voice was so smooth, always smoother when she told you she loves you. your worry almost immediately went away, you smiled as your cheeks warmed and you practically melted. it’s the right choice.

you sighed as subtly as you could to prepare the next words you were gonna say.

"marry me." she picked her head off from your shoulder and looked at you. 

"what?" she said with a smile and a laughing tone. her eyes searched yours for a trace of uncertainty, maybe even humor. you found it a bit odd, but at the time you'd just thought her reaction was caused by shock or excitement. maybe both. but my god were you wrong. 

"marry me." you repeat yourself. larissa's smile faded. the lightness and ease she once held was pulled away from her. still holding her hand, you took your right hand off her waist and reached it in your pocket. you were grateful the circular accessory wasn't difficult to find. pulling it out, you placed it in front of her. the silver simplistic piece of jewelry that once laid on the hands of your mother. of course, larissa didn't know the history of it. maybe if she did she'd take pity on your devotion and say yes that day. 

she looked down at the ring and back at you. up and down two times. you should've gotten the hint to stop when she looked at the ring and panic was immediately evident on her face. but you didn't. you'd curse your excitement to this day. with shaky hands and a warm smile, you opened your mouth to speak. the contents of the speech you had drafted for days on end were already prepared on the tip of your tongue. but she stopped you before you could even say ‘i love you’.

"i can't." her words came out breathless and shaky. you immediately closed your mouth. to say you were speechless was an understatement. the pale hand that was once holding yours, had let go. your hand went limp on your side. 

the second those two words came out of her you couldn’t help but notice her eyes darted behind you and lingered there for a while. and stupidly enough you turned your head. just to take a look at whatever it was that caught her attention during a time like this.

oh how you wish you didnt turn your head that night. because the second your eyes looked back, they were met with the sight of morticia addams nursing a glass of wine as she grinned while conversing with a friend. it was almost laughable how fast you turned your head away from the sight. almost.

your eyes found larissa’s again. she almost looked sorry, or was it pity? neither, it was fear.

"i'm sorry." she breathed out, brows furrowed. almost as if she was consfused. you'd cherish those words more if you realized it would be the last thing she’d say to you.

she looked at you one last time before walking past you, a light brush of the shoulders as she walked as quickly as she could without making it obvious she was trying to get away from you. 

at this point you weren't able to do anything except stand in the middle of the ballroom, ring in between your fingers as the sea of pairs sway around you. you took a shuddering breath in and out before palming the ring and blinking away your shock. 

a thousand thoughts gathered in your head. had you read her wrong this whole time? were the three years not enough? but you two were having a great time dancing. it was too much.

your breathing became labored and your eyes began to water. maybe a minute passed by until you felt a tear rush down your cheek. the moistness snapping you out of your stance. thank god people were too focused on dancing to care. 

you wiped the tear off your cheek and quickly walked off, clutching the ring in your palm. you didn't know where you were going. everything was spinning and your palms had begun to bleed as the ring dug into your skin. you only stopped when you found yourself standing on the stairs that lead to the party. no one was outside. who in their right mind would be? the party had practically just begun. 

you let out a heavy sigh before stepping down and taking a seat on the marble stairs. placing your hand on your knees you opened your palm. the silver, shiny token of love was revealed along with the circular wound. you could only laugh at yourself while placing it back into your pocket. 

looking down to stare at your lap, you noticed the heart shaped necklace that was dangling around your neck.

the locket.

your hand reached for the gold charm, and you held it between your fingers, fiddling with it before taking a breath and opening it.

a candid picture of you and larissa that one of your friends took. your arms were wrapped around her neck and hers were tightly wrapped around you. it was taken at an angle which made larissa's face completely visible but all that was obvious from you was your hair and your back. but god how you loved that picture. the smile on her face and the sheer force in which she hugged you was something you wouldn't trade for the world.

a small smile graced your face as you reminisced the moment. the memory now nothing but memory.

you closed the locket and shoved it under your collar.

“fuck.” you huffed out, dropping your head to your knees.

you didn't sleep that night. or the night after. or the next week to follow.

how could you? the only thing occupying your mind were the heaping pile of reasons why larissa would decline your proposal. the reasons you came up with always grew worse and worse.

but as the days flew by and more and more reasons of why she would have rejected you plagued your mind, but only one stuck. you weren't perfect. but the idea only made you start to think that maybe larissa made the right choice. in your eyes, perfection was her. no matter how many flaws she had in her, to you she was perfect. and she deserved perfect. maybe morticia was just that. besides, perfect people deserved perfect love. you thought maybe she knew that and realized you weren’t fit for it. 

but through all your sadness and grief, in actuality you were her definition of perfect. but, you were her definition of perfect that she realized too late. you were her definition of perfect when she looked back while walking away from you that night to find morticia, and found her hand in hand, waltzing as she was a few moments ago with you, with gomez. 

you were her definition of perfect after she realized morticia would drop her hand while dancing, morticia would leave her in the bustling crowds, and morticia would leave her speechless. but you wouldn't. and yet as the love of her life stood in the middle of the ballroom with a unacquainted ring, and the girl who she thought she loved smiled after the charming man kissed her on the cheek, she couldn't help but wish she was standing in front of you with a ring on her finger. but it was too late. she was too late. or maybe you were too early. but it wouldn’t matter anymore now. would it?

[cyanoticfireflies]

Hazbin Hotel - Rewatch Thoughts (Episode 1, Part 2)

Charlie kicks into song #1, “Happy Day in Hell,” and KeeKee is just kind of floating in the air listening along with all the rest.  Just an observation.

Okay, so some of the stuff we see in Hell: one very dead ant/praying mantis looking demon, some actually not *that* kinky sex (guys, we’re on AO3… if you know you know), and a slew of dead bodies in the road.  I assume those are fresh kills and not leftovers from last week’s extermination – though maybe?  They smell awful and have flies, which means the dudes picking up corpses in the Pilot are very inefficient at their job.

Real talk about the barbed-wire pair – what’s the status on Sinner/Imp relationships?

 Because in HB we kind of see some of the social stigma of, say, a Goetia prince and an imp.  Though there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of noise about a Sin and an imp – probably because everyone is way too distracted by Lust falling in love.  And with a Sin and a hellhound, it is telling that the party is populated by imps and hounds exclusively….

We do get an imp and a sinner making out in the music video Addict (the ladies with Valentino) but that strikes me a bit more as “someone told Valentino that lesbians making out was hot and he said “Yeah, sure.”

Anyhow.

I feel like when Charlie hops up on the car we get our first real core philosophical discussion here.  “If I can show them the dream I’ve dreamed, that anyone can change.”  This is *optimism.*  This is highly simplistic so we as first-time viewers of the show can understand Charlie’s personality and motivation.

This is not realistic.

Vivianne did a livestream where she talked about just this idea and that part of the conflict is that maybe not everyone can be redeemed.  Are we holding out high hopes for the loan sharks that came to the hotel with a battering ram in episode 5?  The skeezy sharks that tried to date-rape Angel in episode 4?  *Valentino?*

(That last one actually wouldn’t surprise me that much if they tried it, but also how?  If HH pulls it off and genuinely manages to redeem the most universally hated character in the show, I will be impressed.)

Some people don’t want to change their ways and be redeemed.  Others may have done things so horrific that it’s hard to imagine them being able to truly change their ways and move forward with the rest of their existence.  There’s a sliding scale of what is and isn’t forgivable, and VM said herself that the scale is very person-to-person and it’s something the series will struggle with.

“But I do think there are certain things, you know, to me, from my perspective, that I feel like are irredeemable and, you know, when that line is crossed, I’m like ‘that can’t be uncrossed.’”

Counterpoint to Charlie’s singing, Vaggie starts talking about the angels.  She’s 10,000% convinced that this isn’t going to work, and at this point in the show first-time watchers are just nodding along.

But we know that Vaggie isn’t just repeating anti-angel slander here.  She knows better than anyone in Hell except maybe big Lulu himself what the angels are like because she *was* one.  When she says they’re stubborn, don’t change their minds, are bloodthirsty, she’s talking from hardcore experience.  And specifically exterminator experience.  We only really spend time with Lute as far as the exterminators go, but – as we’ll see later on in this very episode – Vaggie is pretty much hitting the nail on the head describing her own personal knowledge of angels.

Also, it’s worth noting that Vaggie says “those angels,” “they.”  This is partially to avoid spoiling the big reveal later on but also because Vaggie genuinely doesn’t think of herself as an angel anymore.

She no longer has wings.  She’s no longer an exterminator.  She lives in Hell.  She doesn’t have any personal connections – that we’ve seen yet – to anyone in Heaven but has a Hellborn girlfriend.  Vaggie’s life exists in BC and AD in terms of “Before Charlie” and “After Demon [Princess].”  More on this later.

 (What moron killed this dude and then *left. the. drugs?*)

This next part is, to me, where “Happy Day in Hell” cooks.  You sing it, Princess!

So… Travis?  Why???  What is this dude’s deal?  Not even getting into the pilot or Addict videos, but in episode 4 – so actual published show cannon – this guy directs Valentino’s porn.

His literal job is watching porn all day long, live and in 3D.  But he wants to spend his free time watching other porn and getting so randy he’s practically humping the windows?  Me thinks his sins are related to a porn addiction that is very not under control.

Moving on to Cannibal Town, I have a legitimate question.  We’re told that sinners can’t “double-die” unless they take an angelic weapon to the face.  Does that mean that those who are cannibalized in Hell don’t actually die from it? 

And if they won’t die from it, are there people who volunteer to be eaten?  Do the cannibals take turns deciding whose turn it is to eat and whose it is to be eaten?  And then after they’re eaten, do they just respawn?  Is there a lottery system?

It's been a long time since I was in band, but I think the sheet music behind Charlie is actually correct, which is like a super impressive little detail.  Tri-pe-let-hold.  There’s-just-no-way. 

As someone who likes shows where the person “playing” music is so far off of the music that it’s laughable sometimes, it’s just really cool to see.  It probably wouldn’t have been any more – or less – work to just make something up, so there was no reason not to.  But I’ll still give the kudos!

Little detail that cracks me up every time is Husk’s original VA being the flasher Trenchcoat Demon.  “Touch his parts” indeed. 

Sorry, buddy – only certain fluffy spiders get to touch the parts.  Imagine getting told you’re being replaced by Keith David only for them to find a part for you anyway and it’s that.  Mick Lauer must have a great sense of humor.

Without going into too much detail on my job, I actually do a reasonable amount of communication with and visits to embassies in Washington, DC.  Charlie’s experience of walking straight in the front door and ambling around until she finds the reception desk is definitely a suspend your disbelief moment for me. 

I know the whole point is that it’s abandoned and creepy.  But no metal detectors or bag checks?  At least there is a sign in sheet.

Someone pointed this out, but how does Adam eat through his mask?  I know that the ribs are a hologram, but so is Adam, so assumedly the real Adam is eating real ribs up in, like, the atelier off of Sera’s office? 

In episode 6 we later see him drinking through his mask while he’s walking around with Lute, but that’s normal drinking.  This is like he’s shoving the ribs through a rib-stripper that mechanically separates the meat from the bone.  That whirs.

The hologram part of Adam’s presence does seem to be entirely arbitrary, though, based on whether the scene wants him to pull a prank on Charlie or be slightly threatening.  Her hand goes right through him when they go to shake, but later on he is able to grab her wrist and physically move her. 

Is there a button up in Heaven?

Wait… if Adam is a hologram for Charlie, is Charlie also a hologram for Adam?  Is he in full VR like he’s sitting in the Heaven Embassy in Hell, or is he sitting in his own office and just Charlie’s physical presence is being projected?  Or did the design the two rooms to look the same so no one would get lost on where they are?  If Adam moves a chair in Heaven, does an identical chair move in Hell so that if Charlie walks in that exact spot the two images won’t overlap?

I may be thinking too much about this.

We go back to the hotel, where Vaggie wants to create a new commercial. 

I love that Angel can’t be within a few feet of Husk without basically going “the old man… I desire him.”  Poor Husk.  His eye is actually *twitching.*

Notice me not saying anything about the genuinely impossible physics related to another (missing) eye.  So proud of myself.

Alastor creates a new camera for them, and I’m genuinely curious what his thought process is.  The photo camera he makes seems pretty congruous with his time period (aside from some antler decorations), so it seems like he conjures what is familiar for him.  But when he creates the video camera, it includes an eye and even eyelashes. 

I wonder if this might be related to some part of his backstory with Vox.  We know that Vox has cameras set up all over the place and watches people, so maybe Alastor associates video cameras with being watched.

Vaggie films Husk and Angel first, and I love hearing awesome actors act like they’re awful actors.  But this also makes me curious what the storyboard Vaggie has in mind is.  Also, there’s no way Vaggie actually handed Angel a script that said “big, strong daddy.”  She’d die.

I know the “you come” set up the Angel-filthy-moan joke, but it should definitely be “you’ve come” – possibly setting Angel up for a “not yet, baby” joke…  Either Husk really needs the script that close to his nose to read it or the scriptwriter didn’t get good grades in grammar.

Scrub that counter good later, Niffty and/or Husk.  We know where Angel’s *everything* has been.

… I’m not even asking what the skeletons around the bar are from, but one does look like a snake. 

Maybe that’s why Sir Pentious thought they other residents had it out for him.

I’ll get into this more in episode 4, but even this early we can see Angel adopting some of Valentino’s mannerisms  when he’s making passes at Husk.  “Baby-cakes” from the pet called “Angel-cakes” by his own master…. 

I know it’s upsetting you, Husk, but take the lid off the bottle first.

(We'll pick up in Episode 1, Part 3 due to Tumblr's 30 images-per-post limit.)

[tallyhoot]

so i was just ranting to myself about roe because like sure mucka blucka describes the tension boiling and stewing but then we have never meant to know, spring and a storm, and then night all in a row which are relatively peaceful songs (just going off of memory here) and then we have roe . like. all of a sudden heart just shoots at mind. and the lyrics describe this as "Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had, so he shot at the Sun with a gun". but that's very like simplistic phrasing. it doesn't really leave room for nuance so my vague interpretation was that this is mind being an unreliable narrator and that heart had more reasons for the shooting than just being mad. and also. the word MAD. like you would find that on an emotion chart like "sad, happy, mad". idk about you but that is not the word i would use to describe someone who was so angry at me they decided to shoot me. like mind didn't even allow him one more syllable in a less childish word, angry, no it was MAD. like. not furious. no ire to be found. he was just. mad????? and my theory is that the word mad in specific is used to show how childish heart is, that he can't deal with a simple emotion such as just. being frustrated. and that his automatic response to those emotions is violence and murder attempts. because it's the word MAD which is just so shallow of a word????? i needed to explain this to someone so i asked my sister, who was on a voice call, and she just kept giving me like. gad. gun mad. and i explained to her why i was asking the question "if you were describing the emotion someone who was mad enough to shoot at you was feeling, what synonym of 'angry' would you pick?" which required a little more elaboration bc of the other songs, and then she said she'd heard enough, and then i said "do you not want to hear my plot synopsis of the album 'Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium Vol. 1', which you can listen to on youtube?" bc i had realized she wasn't muted so . now whoever she was talking to knows that i'm going absolutely insane abt this album. that's my reputation now

anyway do you think i am right in any way if you read all that

WAIT something i forgot to mention. 'he knew he'd been had' implies that mind had gotten a victory over heart, and heart was angry about him winning, so he shot at him, at least to me. it's very definitive. like. no fault on mind here whatsoever which i kinda get, like he was shot at, but if heart is so trigger happy why didn't he just. do it earlier?? why was there time for tension to boil and stew?? i thought these arguments were cyclic???

i am going insane and i need to relisten to cccc

holy moly :D!!

[spaceorphan18]

Musical Retrospective: Hello, I Love You (Hell-O)

Sung by: Finn Hudson Original Artist(s): The Doors

Hello! It's been six months - and I'm ready to jump back into the retrospective! (I missed doing these - but I moved so that made things difficult for a while.) And... what an appropriate episode to pick up with.

And, the shift in how they incorporate what kind of music changes right off the bat. Sure, there were a few semi-thematic episodes in the Front 13 (like Ballad) but more or less, they picked songs that they felt fit the character, episode, etc more than trying to fulfill a specific theme. Well, from here on out, things are going to flip a little, and the music being thematic is going to be much more of, well, a theme.

The theme this week is, obviously, Hello! It's a reintroduction into the series, and what better way to do that than use music reflects that reintroduction in the simplistic of forms -- a greeting. (I have to guess that Ryan Murphy and Co thought this was brilliant when they thought it up.)

Story Analysis

We're kicking things off with Finn singing The Doors' Hello I Love You, which works for him. Even though he has to be coaxed into it by Will -- Finn likes to imagine himself as the rockstar, but does this song make a whole lot of sense? It does and it doesn't.

The clever thing about this song is that they are able to push along some of Finn's story and define some of his characterization -- but at the same time, I don't think this song fits on a one to one level. It fits the theme of the episode more than being a specific song choice for the character.

Still, they are able to incorporate it in a way that you don't stop to think about it that much because the imagery being paired with the song works.

Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name

The main refrain from this song is about a guy flirting with a girl he just met. That's it. That's pretty much what the song is about. So -- who exactly is Finn singing to? Well - the song's lyrics are almost irrelevant. Finn's not singing to anyone in particular. It's about attitude (Finn wanting to take on this Rockstar persona) and reinvention (character wise - both Will and Finn are finding themselves in this episode, and this is, more or less, Finn trying to find himself.)

She's walkin' down the street Blind to every eye she meets Do you think you'll be the guy To make the queen of the angels sigh

There is one girl this song is about, and it's not Rachel... it's Quinn. While it's a bit more subtle in the rest of the episode, there's a strain of Finn not quite being over Quinn, and him dealing with who he is if he's not in a relationship with her. (All of this, of course, to parallel what's going on with Will and his life.)

Technical Thoughts

I think I'm going to expand on some of the story elements here, because a lot of this song is telling story through the technical and visual elements more so than what the song itself is saying - which is interesting. The song still /works/ even if the lyrics aren't used in a literal manner.

First of all, it's already been established that Finn is a fan of old school rock, and it's a genre of music that fits his voice pretty well. The song stays relatively in a small range, and I think he sounds pretty good on it.

Secondly, Finn has a whole mini-character arc throughout the two-minute song. He starts out timidly on the stage, but as the song goes on, as he gets more comfortable and confident with the song, by the time he's back in the choir room - he's flirty and relaxed and playing up the rockstar persona. He's letting the song dictate how he holds himself (and that's totally fine!).

I suppose the question is - is this the authentic Finn? Actually, yes. Mostly. I think this is Finn kind of waking up to think better of himself. Sure, any fifteen year old getting attention in the way he is - is bound to have a slight ego about it, but I think Finn's figuring out who he is on his own (as, again I beat a dead horse, what the episode is wanting you to feel in conjunction with Will going through the same thing.)

My point is - Cory's did a great job of playing a fifteen year old going through an identity crisis.

Okay, other things I want to point out...

I like how they used the lyric 'She's walking down the street...' to show Quinn walking down the hallway. And then mentioning that she's 'blind' to him as she walks by without a glance at him.

This little scene I think is so great, because Quinn and Puck don't really get to say or do anything in this episode -- but there are a few character moments here, where they're kind of fighting about their own relationship. And Finn is sizing up Puck in the couple of lines about having what it takes to 'make the queen of the angels sigh'. Cory's acting is so spot on -- the way he looks onto the little drama as if its beneath him is brilliant.

Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game

I'm pretty sure one of the reasons Finn is playing basketball in this episode is for this episode. I love that he's flirting with the cheerleaders - as if they're the ones he's asking their name.

And then, of course, after all the attention he's gotten in the rest of the song, he's full on confidence and bravado as he enters the choir room while screaming 'Hello'. It's the new Finn!

There are some great background beats. Quinn finally glances at him - intrigued by the new attitude (Dianna Agron has a great look on her face during this). Finn goes not to Quinn or Rachel or even Brittany and Santana but to Tina. Because Tina's safe -- he can strut all he wants with her because it doesn't mean anything. Not sure if it's purposeful, but man does it work.

And then there's the lusty look on Kurt's face -- god, I love Chris's background acting, lol.

vs. The Studio Version : So, the main differences are the added verse (and mini instrumental solo) and an extended ending. It sounds also like they added a little more autotune on this recording, and you can hear the background instruments a lot more.

vs. The Original Version : Glee's arrangement is pretty much the same as the original. They cut out a few lyrics (I wonder why, huh) but other than that it's pretty much the same. Of course, the original sounds grittier than the Glee version - I'm not sure why Glee always goes for a softer sound, but it does.

I wish I had some interesting story to go along with this - but I couldn't find anything really interesting that stood out about this one. :P

Anyway, welcome back to the retrospective! Hello again guys! :D

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2 to 6 with Strix!!!

Thank you Astro!! :]

2) Favorite thing about this character

That's difficult to pick just one... I'll have to say I love how relatively amazing her backstory and motivations are. On the outside she's just a random NPC who follows Byakuya around but she actually has a history with a lot of the characters aside from Byakuya, and a sequence of events that brought her to this point, and it's so cool to find all that out 😭 I love her... Her personality is amazing but she prob wouldn't be one of my most favorite characters in the game if she didn't have interesting plot stuff too.

3) Least favorite thing about this character

Probably any of the weird parts with Byakuya. I believe she doesn't see him that way, so it's more about the framing and stuff that happens to her than her own actions, as far as I remember.

4) If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I would make a whole game just about HER!!!! :) LOL. Umm... I'd want to keep her in an dark-ish urban fantasy type of thing, but a turn-based RPG this time, and make her a major character so she can really show her abilities. So if you know a game like that, pretend that's what I suggested!

5) What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Byakuya's theme... is what I thought just because I'm simplistic like that. But I dug a bit through my music, and if I had to pick one, I'd pick I Am a Broken Umbrella by Nem. It's not perfect by far, but Strix's Vessel literally is broken, and she had to watch Zohar fall apart without being able to help her. She's disenchanted with the world. She wants to save and protect Zohar. But I also think that's partly where the song fails to represent Strix; she can be quite aggressive and proactive, and she truly believes she has a chance to turn things around.

Also, along the way I actually found a song I think is PERFECT for Byakuya. Can You Sleep At Night? by flumpool.

6) Something I have in common with this character

Uh... Avid yuri fan. Except for her it's only yuri as in the flower! 😋

Probably yuri as in sapphicism too though. Oh, Zohar...

[pinkprincessia-art]

It disappeared before I could reply, but I would love to see more art for Story of Evil. I found you and loved your artwork and style, so when I learned you did Vocaloid aus, I knew instantly I would love anything you produced. So in general I wouldn’t mind seeing any Vocaloid story for FE, but Evillious Chronicles has a hold on my brain so anything pertaining to that would be lovely!

My bad I have a bad habit of deleting txt posts after a bit every now and then

OOo thank you! Hearing that means so much to me!

I used to do alot of Vocaloid type of AU art, when I was younger and it was always so much fun.... and then I stopped for some reason and after a lot of unfortunate life events happened a couple of years I was like "Oh why don't I go back to doing this? I had so much fun, but do it with FE" and its been a bad case of the brain worms ever since.

The Evilious Chronicles have always been my favorite song series... at first I told myself I was just going to go based on the songs and not all of the outside lore (it was tempting! but with this being a side passion project I really didn't and still dont have the time to go and hope I could find good translations read all of the light novels and do a deep dive) But its fine because my idea was "what if pocessed by evil dragon" rather than being the vessel of a sin.

I ended up choosing mostly Nohr siblings (because bias) minus Elise because she is too pure... and I think it ended up being pretty solid. Daughter/Servant of Evil - Corrin Twins (obviously... it really started because I craved a love triangle between Corrin Laslow and Azura.... and it fuels me.

I actually have plans to add illustrations for the Daughter of White. It took me a while to figure out who to put in Haku's role.... and I finally decided on Felicia. It felt the most right.)

Evil Food Eater - Camilla It seemed fun.... and cannibal camilla doesn't feel wrong I ended up giving the Kaito role to Kaze (for morbid shippy purposes)

Gift From the Princess who Brought Sleep - Azura I had a hard time picking for this one, I sat on it because at this point I had already decided I wanted to stick to mostly the Fates cast if I could (minus one). And Elise.... really-really didnt fit any of them the more I played around with it in my sketchbook the more I liked it for Azura! (Also yes I through Laslow in there too because he is my fav and I love him and I stuffed in everywhere I could)

Still working on how I want her dress to look but I like sketching when I have the ideas to come back to later. Corruption of Judgement - Leo

There was just no thought, I knew it had to be Leo. Also yes it means I will be drawing Forrest as "Master of the Court"

Duke of Venomania's Madness - Xander I.. was not sure about this one! But at this point I was pretty much sticking to Royals and those with ties to Nohr. Once again I plan to draw Laslow in Kaito's role because I am predictable and simplistic like that.

Tailor of Enbizaka - F!Robin/Grima The only NONE Fates related one. I could have stuck with it and picked a Hoshidan Princess... but idk I like the idea of Robin slowly descending into madness and murdering chroms family one by one and then him.

Muzzle of Nemesis - ???? I dont remember if I've mentioned this one because I think I might have but I'm gonna try to keep it on the downlow to keep with the whole "Master of the Hellish Yard" Vibes.

Adkadoiaj sorry for the word vomit is that, this is the craziest most involved fan-project I've ever done. And its insane how much thought I ended up putting into it, when at first it just was gonna be all "Ahahha I wanna draw Art-"covers" to my favorite vocaloid songs" Now each one is gonna have a handful of pieces to them.

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I roasted some garlic the other day. I know, not very usual of me, right? I was completely blindsided by how easy the whole process was. I'm not really a garlic girl, probably because I've never taken the simplistic plunge of roasting the stuff myself. Garlic bread is fine, and I can tolerate garlic in pasta sauce without my palate self-immolating, but that's about it. I'm no "garlic girl," despite what vapid social media influences might have you believe.

My inspiration came from a YouTube short about homemade garlic bread that I somehow stumbled across. We never did anything like that growing up - too much effort when you can just buy frozen Texas toast covered in hydrogenated polymer plastics and other anti-nutritional fractions. But I decided, what the hell, I'll give it a whirl.

The real reason was that I couldn't just eat a bunch of cheesy garlic bread in one sitting. That's a one-way ticket to OrangeTheory. So I figured I'd make a fresh lasagna to go with it. My husband loves lasagna. Me, not so much. It's firmly seated outside my psychological comfort zone of foods I grew up eating. There was this mildly depressing YouTube video about people's theoretical last meals, and some guy picked endless lasagna layers. Which is just...weird, right? Who would voluntarily choose lasagna as their iatric swan song?

But I'm getting ahead of myself. The pasta recipe itself came about through a pretty bizarre chain of events, as these things often do. I was interviewing for this job out of state after my relationship with x ended in spectacularly unambiguous fashion. And you'll never believe who was conducting the interview - it was this scruffy, kinda cool YouTuber I used to watch sometimes. You know, the blonde guy with the tabby cat and those weird friends always popping in?

We locked eyes and I could instantly tell he knew I recognized him from his internet presence. He got this little smirk as we shook hands. Not that I'm calling myself a celebrity or anything, but I could read the situation - he thought he'd stumbled into interviewing someone at least moderately normal. The interview itself was perfectly fine in a professional sense, but the whole time he kept giving me these little side glances. Like the look my husband gets when he's undressing me with his eyes and I have to be like, "What, mate? What's going on over there?"

Anyway, I didn't get the job - shocker, I know. Apparently Captain YouTube thought I was too attractive and objectively overqualified for the gig, which was just corporate garbage anyway. He did, however, slyly slip me his number on the side of a Dr. Pepper cup. Smooth operator, that guy.

We ended up becoming friends after that. Turned out his grandma and my grandma were both in the same knitting circle back in the day, or something weird like that. Cut to a few months later, and he's calling me up in literal tears. His girlfriend from across the pond had cheated on him again with some rando from New Jersey who was studying abroad in London.

So I go over to his place and he's like, "Billie, have you ever made fresh pasta before?" And I'm like, "Mate, you know my parents - we were strictly a no pasta household growing up. Only had Kraft boxed shit at friends houses when moms were feeling bougie." He tells me he learned the art himself in Florence, after taking a cooking class with the same girlfriend who repeatedly Edwardo'd all over him.

Then he walks me through the entire process: Make a little volcano-shaped pit in a mound of flour, crack six egg yolks into the crater, and mix it up until it becomes this pliable, malleable dough mass. From there you just roll it out and cut it into your desired shape, whether that's lasagna noodles or God's choice carb, rigatoni. The egg whites can get saved for healthier purposes or composted into the earth's lukewarm antibody.

I don't talk about this guy much, but he was a good guy. I'll never forget the time I was crashing at my aunt's place in Germany - this rambunctious, seen-some-shit woman who survived the Hellfire of the Holocaust - and she just started wailing bloody murder from the next room over. Turns out she'd gotten a call that my friend had been murdered. Gunned down at some random gas station in the continental U.S. while coming back from studying abroad. Just...mindless, evil violence on an otherwise uneventful Tuesday night. Wrong place, wrong time, and all that. Apparently some rando just walked up and shot him point-blank for no good reason. He never made it off the pavement.

There were two suspects, police sleuths ID'd pretty quick. Just some criminal fuckwads who somehow crossed paths with my innocent pal at his most vulnerable moment. Last I heard, one got thirty years for...I don't know, loitering adjacently? The trigger-man is serving a life sentence on the taxpayer's meter. The poor guy never saw it coming. After that, it was like his whole family line got King Lear'ed by the karmic powers that be. Mom died of lung cancer. Dad ate it in a skiing accident, of all the quirky river dancing ways to go. The younger brother is just kind of drifting, rudderless. We don't really talk anymore. Shame, too - he was a good person.

So, lasagna. I tried making it from scratch using my friend's pasta blueprint. Did the whole flowery, yolky ritual and layered it up with the usual accoutrements. From what I could gather, Brits and Americans can't even agree on lasagna anymore. Both versions suck, but you already know I've got the US's gelatinous, over-seasoned back.

I must've started cooking around one o'clock and didn't have that sucker ready until almost four. Spending an entire afternoon laboring over a single dish, only to have it turn out underwhelming, maybe even downright disappointing...it's enough to make you wonder why we bother with any of this. Like, what's the point of struggling to recreate some romanticized version of the past when the final product is just going to leave you disillusioned? Why chase these ceremonial shadows of nostalgia, these intricate lies we tell ourselves about how great everything used to be?

Anyway, there was this other guy I went on a date with once - pretty sure it was a second-hand date, now that I'm thinking about it. We did that silly thing where you go thrifting and pick out ridiculous outfits for each other to wear on the "night out" portion. He bought me some R.E.M. record and I got him another camera, because us analog hustlers need abundant cameras like Studebakers need whitewall tires. 

At dinner, this man mentioned his grandma used to make these unbelievably cheesy stuffed shells. So, collegiate eagerness clouding my judgment, I was like, "No sweat, bro! I've got a whole Italian pastry chef situation going on with this fresh pasta thing." Invited him over for a follow-up "Nonna's shells" dinner. He seemed into it...until he just randomly ghosted a couple days before. Ice cold, too - no explanation, no rain check for a future date. Just gone like that.

There I was, crateloads of fresh pasta sitting in the freezer and $20 down the drain for some ludicrously overpriced rennet. Pretty depraved behavior from Mister Mama's Boy, if you ask me. Two weeks went by before my own mom was like, "Yeah, this is stupid - just bring the damn shells over and we'll eat them ourselves."

So that's what I did. And you'll never believe it - my anti-pasta mother, she who would visibly retch at the very suggestion of lasagna, literally turned human and declared my fresh stuff "actually really good and soft." Probably the highest compliment she's ever paid anything remotely carb-based.

Who knows, though? Who really knows why any of this matters? Why do I go through such manic, irrational lengths for the simple pleasures? Burdening myself with these over involved culinary theater productions, only to be let down when everything's said and done? Too many competing storylines vying for attention in this freak show mental canvas of mine. Reality crumbles around the edges while I'm re-enacting some fever-dreamed domestic haute fantasy.

I don't have any answers. Your guess is as good as mine. The world's inevitably going to keep devolving into a sludge-filled basket-case, and so too will our lasagna aspirations.

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For 1989, I think I'm most excited for Clean and maybe Style or Blank Space cuz they're so iconic. I loved the cover and that she is smiling! I don't bother being too picky about the rerecording but I understand the original didn't have her face so maybe that's why. To me, it seems like she sort of outdoes herself every time or at least updates it in some way..and I love that it has sky blue on the cover now. I do see debut as blue too but maybe she will change that cover a little bit too. I can't believe she never smiled on a cover before. I'm pretty excited for everything though and what she will do. It's so cool she's bringing back special Polaroids too. For collabs, I was thinking maybe Haim or Lorde or Selena Gomez or Bleachers. But ya..she already did two songs with Haim and might wanna collab with someone else. I think there will only be one or two collabs so I'm excited to see who she will pick. Also..the Funny Story cover is nice..and I agree I never like hardbacks either. I've decided to watch the Red White and Royal Blue movie even though I never read the book. I know you didn't like it though but I will let you know what I think. Also thanks for following!!!

i'm totally with you — i think it's so lovely that she's smiling and i also personally have a "whatever she's proud of i'm proud to support" approach to her rerecordings! because to me, i just want taylor to own her work and be proud of that work, and even if she doesn't release/record vault tracks that i personally want (i.e. battle, drama queen, and then gestures vaguely at my long list of songs i want on debut tv), i'm more so happy that she gets to own her own music and that she's proud of the work she's putting out! my own thoughts/feelings don't really matter in the grand scheme of things. this might be really simplistic, but all i ever want for any artist is for them to be proud of the work they're putting out, and for them to own their own work. oh i would love a bleachers collab! i've seen a lot of talk about a lorde collab, but i think that was just a rumor? and someone on twitter was talking about halsey, which would be cool too — or maybe halsey on rep tv? either way! i'm really curious to know your rwrb movie thoughts, as someone who hasn't read the book!! let me know what you think 🤍 hope you're doing well, friend!

[semper-legens]

87. Kemosha of the Caribbean, by Alex Wheatle

Owned: Yes Page count: 306 My summary: Kemosha Tate was born into slavery. After her mother died, she was left the only guardian of her younger brother, trying to save him from the harsh plantation life they both must lead. But when she’s sold away, a rare opportunity to escape arises. When she gains her freedom, she knows what she must do. But there are so few opportunities for a black woman in the Caribbean - so she must rely on her skills and wits to survive. My rating: 3.5/5 My commentary:

If you know me at all, it's really obvious why I picked up this book. A story about Caribbean piracy? Hell yeah! I had high hopes going in, hopes which were in retrospect possibly somewhat misplaced. Or at least, my expectations were too high and not really based on anything other than my own desire for the book to be great. It's not bad or anything, I ultimately enjoyed it, but there were a lot of problems in the writing that led to it being a somewhat disappointing experience, which is annoying because it genuinely had a lot of promise.

My biggest problem with this book is that the prose often seemed kind of bland and matter-of-fact. Plot beats happened because it was the right time for them to happen; actions didn't always feel earned. I think the book might have been written for younger readers than I was expecting? This reads a lot more middle-grade than young adult. Everything is very black and white - sure, I wasn't really expecting sympathetic enslavers or anything, but it does fall into that trap of good people liking Kemosha, and bad people disliking her, with no in-between. One particular bugbear of mine was when songs and chants were mentioned - none of them bore any resemblance to any sea-songs or shanties that I knew, they didn't have any real rhythm and most didn't even rhyme, which was a weird choice. The prose was just far too simplistic and bland for me to really engage.

Which is a shame, because there was some really neat stuff in this book! The author explains in an afterword that he was in part inspired to write a young, black, female protagonist after seeing how black people in stories of Caribbean piracy get shafted or ignored. Seriously, I saw a book claim once that there were no black Caribbean pirates, as the white Caribbean pirates just saw them as property to be bought and sold. Which is true for some pirates, but the reality is that pirate crews weren't exactly working to some rulebook. There were as many pirate crews who set enslaved people on the ships they raided free as crews who treated them as property. Kemosha herself is a compelling protagonist, single-minded and determined to gain not just her freedom, but the freedoms of all of her loved ones. Some of the supporting characters were great as well, like Ravenhide, Kemosha's mentor, and Isabella, her lady love.

One last thing I thought was a nice touch is the use of dialect. While the book's first-person narration is in Standard English, Kemosha's direct speech and thoughts (as well as the speech of other characters) is written in Jamaican Patois, a creole language that evolved among enslaved people on Jamaica. It's not strict Patois (as far as my limited understanding goes) but a more anglicised version using English spelling so that it is more intelligible to an English speaking audience. Nevertheless, it still retains the grammar and sound of Patois, in particular Kemosha using 'me' as a first-person pronoun. It's really cool! I love the linguistic diversity on show here, and the characterisation that is borne from the dialects spoken by each character. Ravenhide, himself a black man, speaks Standard English - others from Kemosha's plantation speak a mix of Spanish and Patois. It did annoy me that the Spanish was rendered in Spanish and then translated by Kemosha's narration every time; either do something like '"Example!" she said in Spanish' or leave bits untranslated, we can pick up the context. But anyway, this was overall a fairly decent book, I just wish it could have been so much better.

Next, some tales from a crematorium.

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Representation, what represents you?

This is a hard one for me. I thought about this question for a embarrassingly long time. All that came across to me was “Mom”. Although yes I am a mom, I don’t think that fully represents me as a whole. It’s incredibly difficult for me to find a song that can communicate who I am. Mainly because I listen to a wide variety of music and as much as I love Post Malone; Beer, bongs, and Bentleys is not my life style. After taking a week to reflect on what I feel represents myself I decided to choose the simplistic part of me.

I have always considered myself an “old soul”. I feel as if I was born in the wrong era. Electronics have taken over, and I’m not about it. I am 25 years old and I can hardly work my phone or a computer, but I’m okay with that. I enjoying reading, watching my kids play outside, I even picked up crocheting here in there. Don’t get me wrong I’m no Suzy homemaker by any means. I just enjoy the simple parts of life. Being glued to a phone, and watching everything bad happening in todays society is awful for anyone mental health. I want nothing more to be off grid, have a farm and learn and grow with my family away from technology. 

The photo I have below makes me feel comfortable and at peace. While looking at this I can feel the breeze flowing against my skin as a hear my children playing outside. The fresh smell of autumn ( my favorite season),but cool enough to enjoy a good book without a worry in the world. I love the rustic modern day feel this photo brings and makes me excited for me future.

[shawnxstyles]

ten times faster

DATE: JULY 29, 2022

summary: as the gang hangs out at your place, peter and you get into an argument about if a guy knows a girl’s body more than her own. when you tell peter that you can come better alone than with him, he decides to prove you wrong.

words: 2.3k

song: A Kiss- the driver era <3

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [nipple play, fingering] hair pulling, dirty talk?) language, way too much dialogue to deal with

note: this is a random thing i found in my notes and i actually had time to finish it?? i love smut, but let’s be honest, i’m not that good at writing it. but here’s this. frat!peter x female!reader

gif is not mine!

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“i mean, i think the girl would know her own body the best, i’m just saying,” you stated, sipping on your cheap wine as you laid against the couch. you rested your hand on the arm and crossed your legs. you and your friends were having a night in, discussing topics that were anything but age appropriate.

“girls never get to finish anyway,” betty adds and ned looks at her with the most shocked and hurtful look known to man, “hey! that does not include me. i finish every time. if not more.”

we all gag and pretend to throw up while ned whispers a thanks, babe to betty behind it all. you roll your eyes, ready to move on when mr. thinks-he-knows-it-all-just-because-he-gets-good-grades steals the spotlight (clearly you have some frustrations with school and he does not help).

“i mean, i’ve never been with a girl who hasn’t finished,” peter arrogantly voices with a small smirk curling on his face. you didn’t even know girls slept with him (don’t lie, he’s mildly cute. even attractive at most. okay, he’s very attractive. better?) you almost didn’t say anything.

“what is that even supposed to mean?”

“it means the guy knows his girl’s body more than she knows her own,” he shrugs as if he has said the most simplistic thing in the world. peter tilts his beer bottle as he empties it. he makes an overly exaggerated ahh sound of relief as he downs the liquid. it makes you even more irritated.

“how does that even make sense?! just because you’ve had sex with a bunch of girls doesn’t mean you know their bodies. let alone, made them come,” you bit at him, sitting up in your seat. you were no longer at peace with your wine and the couch wasn’t as comfortable as it had been. even though he is one of the smartest people you know (but you would never admit that), sometimes, peter’s stupidity surprises you.

and to note, it was no doubt, blatantly obvious, and super clear— that peter was your least favorite in the group. you could bet he thought the same towards you too. you two were never really “friends”, but are somehow forced to be together every time if you want to see your actual friends. so that’s how mutual friends were created. don’t you love them?

you don’t. at least not this one.

“princess, you don’t need to be jealous of other girls. if you wanted me to help you out—”

“jealous? how conceited are you? you think i want to sleep with you so you can ‘help’ me? please, i know for a fact i can make myself finish ten times faster and stronger than you ever could,” and with that you snatched the bottle of wine and poured a large measurement into your glass. you chugged a good amount and while doing so, you saw peter’s infamous smirk taunting you from the corner of your eye. you set down your nearly empty glass and excused yourself to the bathroom.

“i love watching two people fight over something exhaustingly stupid. it’s entertaining,” mj says as she sips her tea because she was the driver for the night, “this is going to be very interesting.”

—

as the night comes to a close, you hug and wave off your friends. you say goodbye to mj, betty, and ned and realize peter wasn’t around. you close the front door with a confused look on your face. when you turn around to clean up the wine glasses, peter comes walking into the living room.

“they left, you know,” you say as you bend down to pick up all the glasses, wrappers, and bottles.

“i’m aware,” peter replies as he follows you into the kitchen. you dump all of the garbage in the trash can and wash your hands.

“then why are you still in my house?” you wit, drying off your hands. without looking, you hear peter’s footsteps getting closer to you in the small kitchen.

“i thought we could test your little theory,” he whispers just over your shoulder and it gives you an odd, unwanted sensation down your spine. you turn your head slightly towards him, so you can see him from the corner of your eye.

“which theory? the one that proves how big of a dick you are?” your chest gets tighter with close proximity, but you still have your wits with you. peter puts his hands on the counter, blocking you from leaving.

you hear him chuckle darkly behind you, which causes you to turn around fully.

“you know what i’m talking about.”

your tailbone is pushed against the edge of the tiled counter when he takes another step toward you. you didn’t even think it was possible to be this close to someone.

there was a heated feeling in your lower belly that you knew all too well, but it was a little different. it’s a lustful feeling, but somewhere inside of you knows that you shouldn’t do this. the wrongness of doing this just makes you want to do it more.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“really? well, let me show you.” he doesn’t wait until you take a deep breath, he just kisses you with hunger and lust. one of his hands from the counter lifts up to caress your neck roughly. you tug at the baby hairs on the back of his neck and you feel him groan in your mouth. one of his fingers gets caught in your hair and he snags it out, but you accidentally moan out.

“oh? you like that?” he releases from the kiss with a smirk, as you try to keep a straight face. he slips off his t-shirt quickly watching your brain rack.

“no—” he lifts you onto the counter and immediately goes back into kissing you with no hesitation. you absentmindedly feel up his body. you’ve never seen him without a shirt on and you would’ve never guessed he was this ripped. you know he saves people for a living, but c’mon on? he gets to be hot too?

what?

okay, you can’t even lie about that. peter IS dangerously attractive whether you hate him or not. it’s a scientific fact in society.

his fingers twists the ends of your shirt and you break the kiss to take it off. you don’t hesitate to get rid of your bra either as you quickly unhook it blindly. peter kisses down your neck harshly as you whimper, trying to keep your moans in. he tugs your hair, now knowing you like it and you can’t help but moan for him. you don’t want him to know how good he’s making you feel, especially when he has barely done anything.

you bit your lip as he kneads your right boob and sucks on your other one. peter sucks around your nipple, pulling and pinching the other one. he spends a good amount of time on your breasts, and if he did it any longer, you sadly might be able to come from just that.

“so i take that you’re a boob guy?” you yank him off of you by his hair. peter groans at the loss of control, so you let go of his hair.

“so you liked it?”

“i never said that—”

“but you never said you didn’t. imagine what it would be like for me to eat you out. may i?” his hand goes straight to the drawstrings on your sweatpants, but you don’t know what he was asking. was he asking if he would take off your sweatpants or eat you out? yes, all of the above is what you wanted to say. oh my god yes a million times yes also came to your head, but that sounds like an agreement to marriage, so maybe not.

“whatever floats your boat, captain,” is what you actually said and you’ve never wanted to hide under a blanket more. embarrassment flows through your veins. however, you stick with it because you can’t change what you said now.

he chuckles with a shake of his head as he slowly tugs your sweatpants down. once they’re off, he pushes your knees to spread your legs and he sees that wet patch of arousal on your panties. peter smirks and you swear you see his brown eyes darken.

“so i take that you’re a boob girl?” he kneads your inner thighs as you huff in frustration.

“shut up and do something,” you roll your eyes.

“aye aye, captain.”

before you could shout and cringe at him, peter’s hands finally go to rub your panties. you whimper as his thumb circles perfectly slow on your clit. you hold his shoulders for balance as you involuntarily move your hips to create faster friction. peter grabs your hips to stop your movements and you whine out.

“more,” you huff, getting wetter and wetter, but aren’t as close to finishing as you can be. he’s deliberately going slow, so you can be tormented.

“tell me what you want, y/n. i’ll probably give it to you,” peter smirks as you looks at you. he removes his hand from your hip to tilt your chin to face him. his eyes are dark and so beautiful it kind of hurts. how can someone so attractive be such a dick? you debate on telling him that you want everything. his mouth, his fingers, his dick. it’s all sounding pretty good right about now.

“dick,” you mumble at him because of his arrogant attitude.

“you want my dick?”

“i—no, i mean yes! but i want your fingers right now,” you squeeze your eyes shut at your neediness and stuttering words. you may be a confident and strong person, but when it comes to sex, you’re the queen at obeying.

“just say please and they’re yours.”

“ugh, you’re such an asshole,” you growl as he flicks your clit three times and you yelp. that little action made you much wetter and he can probably feel that. you are beyond turned on right now and you need him so bad.

“fine! please peter, just do something already!” you grip his shoulders out of irritation and he smiles before yanking your panties down your legs. he rubs you bare for a few moments before he slips two fingers straight into you. you instantly moan out (embarrassing loud), and you can practically feel his ego rising. peter takes his unused hand and pulls at your nipples again. that familiar heat in your belly becomes tighter and tighter as he strategically moves his fingers. peter curls his fingers and twists in a way that’s just so intoxicating and so good that it clouds your mind with lust. you clench around his fingers when he touches a spot deep inside of you.

“you’re so wet. are you going to cum? hmm?” as he talks, his thumb brushes your clit again and you moan again, not trying to hold it back this time.

“peter yes, yes!”

“am i going to make you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can?”

“try me.”

taking the challenge, peter rubs your clit again, while you involuntary open your legs wider, letting him access you deeper. he lowers his head so he’s closer to your ear.

“c’mon love, i know you want to.”

his raspy voice makes you clench around him again and the tightening in your belly finally releases. peter sloppily kisses your neck as you come down from your high.

“good girl,” his deep, sensual voice almost makes you want to do it again. actually, everything he did makes you want to do it again. peter rubs you slowly, drawing your orgasm to a close. he rips off some nearby paper towels and wipes the mess you made. or he made, you should say.

when you go to talk, your voice comes out squeaky, so you clear your throat and try again.

“i still think i can cum faster alone, just so you know,” peter throws the towels in the garbage. you lightly leap off the counter and nearly fall to the ground, but you survive with a little balancing. you bend down to pick up your panties, but they’re gone. you swear you just saw them right there.

“peter—” he turns around with a smirk and your panties twisted around his finger. you gasp, spinning around and grabbing his shirt and throwing it on. you eye him heavily.

“give them back, you dick.”

“or what?”

“or i’m not giving you your shirt back,” you scoff as you cross your arms. his shirt was a bit big for you. meaning, it went down to your mid thighs.

“oh please, keep it. it looks better on you anyway,” he smirks again, looking you up and down and you punch him in the chest. he never has a different expression on his face; just smirking, smirking, and more smirking. “but seriously, i’m keeping these.”

“but why? i really like those ones, asshat! oh my gosh, you probably collect them. you’re a panty collector! i knew you were a weirdo, but jeez, peter,” he coughs looking down, trying to add a comment to your crazy assumption.

“um no. i need to keep these, so when i start telling mj, ned, and betty that i made you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can yourself, i’ll have some proof,” peter winks and starts to walk away. you pinch your face together.

“what are you talking about? you’ll never tell them about this because it never happened! got that?” you shout as he goes across the house. why is he walking around my house?

“whatever floats your boat, captain!”

oh fuck. you’re never living this down.

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thanks for reading!! 😊

[kyufessions]

angelic

pairing: infatuated college student ! theo x local singer-songwriter ! g.n. reader

context: theo comes to watch you perform twice a week at the local coffee shop, admiring you from a distance

word count: 2.4k

warnings: little mentions of food + shy, clueless theo + keeho mentioned in here as well for a few ,,, otherwise just fluff !!

a/n: violet is originally sung by Bad Suns + cigarette daydreams is originally sung by Cage the Elephant; i am in no way claiming these songs to be written by me or anyone else other than the original artists themselves. all lyrics for the songs are bolded + italicized. all thoughts are italicized. please enjoy ♡

your voice echoed through the mic, thanking everyone for coming to another one of your open mic nights. every thursday and saturday you sang at your local coffee shop that also just so happened to be connected to a book shop. you had become such a regular there that some people popped by just to hear you sing- theo being one of them.

no one knew where he went from the hours of 7:30 to 8:15, not even his five closest friends. whenever they asked he just said he was going to the library to study, and since his grades were really important to him no one really batted an eye. and theo never bothered to tell anyone because he didn’t want to potentially be teased for his actions. i mean, what kind of person goes to an open mic night just to listen to a stranger sing for fifteen minutes (at most)? an angelic stranger at that- no, really, theo was convinced you were some kind of angel from up above.

he was always too shy to say anything to you, even if it were a simplistic compliment such as ‘i love your voice’. instead, he always stopped by the cafe counter and ordered you a medium hot cocoa with mini colorful marshmallows. he always left before the drink was delivered to you, too embarrassed to face you if the barista were to point him out to you. although you found the gesture sweet, you also found it a tad bit creepy so you never drank the drinks. a part of you felt bad for not drinking them, but you also would rather be safe than sorry when it came to your safety.

after theo had been coming to the show for around three months, keeho started to get suspicious. he noticed him coming back to their shared dorm way too giddy after a supposed ‘solo study session’. he had started questioning him about it, assuming he met someone and was meeting up with them on little dates. but theo denied everything, even with a smug smile on his face. keeho hated to sneak around, wanting to believe one of his best friends, but he was also nosy and wanted to know what was so special about thursday and saturday nights.

one night, as theo was leaving to his ‘study session’, keeho secretly followed him down the street to the hybrid coffee and book shop. theo was too excited to see you on a fall saturday night to even notice his friend was following behind him- sure, not too close but keeho was also never too good at hiding so he was doing somewhat horribly. he didn’t even attempt to be somewhat quiet or dress discreetly, he was humming a low tune as he walked with his airpods in his ears, his maroon, yellow, and brown sweater shining under the setting sun.

when he noticed theo walk directly into the bookshop and not make the left turn at the next corner, he raised a curious brow. keeho followed behind his friend at a distance, watching him maneuver through the bookshelves and down the halls towards the coffee shop. this left keeho even more confused- theo wasn’t the type to just chill at a coffee shop, but rather the type to buy his pick-me-up and leave to go about the rest of his day. he watched him make his way towards the order counter, glancing over at the stage with a mic and the words of a poem echoing through the room.

the person on stage read from a notebook of theirs, confessions of feelings leaving the page and exiting into the cafe filled with strangers. keeho caught himself standing there in the shadows listening for a minute before remembering his mission: finding out what the hell his friend was up to. he glanced back over at his friend, now finding him in the middle of the room with an iced cappuccino trying to find a table to sit at. keeho figured he’d get a drink as well, figuring it might be weird if he didn’t have one if he was just going to be sitting around.

keeho ordered a drink and picked up a small loaf of strawberry bread, making his purchase quick so he could go back to being nosy. once he retrieved his drink, he thanked the barista and sat on one of the stools since he didn’t want to maneuver through the crowd and possibly catch theo’s attention.

as the person on stage finished their poetry, everyone clapped quiet and bowed as a thank you for them being so brave at sharing their deepest feelings with a group of people. keeho noticed theo glancing down at his phone, assuming it was to check for something. his friends leg kept shaking up and down a bit, making keeho wonder if it was out of excitement or nerves. was theo up next on stage? did he write poetry and share it with all the others here? it was racking his brain why his friend was there and why he felt the need to lie to him.

theo looked down at his phone as he shook his leg from excitement, noticing it was just about your time to start your performance. when the time struck 7:30, he watched as you came out onto the stage. you wore these cute black overalls with a basic white tee underneath, accessories in color to add a little bit of pop to the simplistic fit. a small cheer was heard throughout the crowd, theo too scared to cheer along as he didn’t want to catch your attention. there wasn’t that many people who came every week anyway, at most fifteen, so he didn’t want any of your attention on him. a bright smile spread across the red haired boys lips before he took a sip of his cappuccino, his eyes not leaving the stage as you strung a few playful strings on your guitar.

you said your basic greeting, which was your name followed by saying you’re a local aspiring singer-songwriter. a shy smile never left your lips, causing a small heart flip to erupt in theo’s chest. “i recently finished this song, and by recently i mean yesterday night.” theo let out a silent chuckle as he listened intently, watching you speak with admiration. “it’s called Violet, and i hope everyone enjoys it at least somewhat.”

he watched your fingers play the chords gracefully, almost effortlessly. when you started singing into the mic, he couldn’t help but feel himself tap his foot to the beat silently. he listened to your lyrics, smiling contently as your angelic vocal chords rang through his ears. keeho watched his friend from a distance, noticing how lovestruck he seemed to be with this stranger with an admirable voice. this is what he’s been keeping from me?

All I want, All I want Is you, Your violet disposition, My unsound intuition

theo found himself humming to the song as it came to a gradual end, clapping as soon as it ended and feeling his cheeks heat up as your eyes met for a split second before it moved to another’s in the crowd. he put his head in his hand as he watched you speak, thanking the crowd for loving the song. you sang a couple more songs before ending on a song you normally always do, a personal favorite of theo’s.

“and this last song is called Cigarette Daydreams, thank you for an amazing night tonight everyone!” you spoke, your alluring smile never leaving your face.

theo mouthed along to the words, already knowing half of them. if this song were on a streaming service, he would definitely be listening to it 24/7 along with all your other songs. for some reason, this specific song always brought him new found comfort. he’s not sure how or why, but it did.

Cigarette Daydream, You were only 17, So sweet with a mean streak, Nearly brought me to my knees

as the song came to a close, both keeho and theo clapped for you. theo, a regular fan and keeho, a new found one. throughout your performance, keeho found himself nodding his head to the beats as he watched his friend fall for this stranger with a guitar. this look was something he never saw in theo, and it brought a smile to his face knowing his friend found this new found emotion. he just kept wondering why he wouldn’t tell anyone about his secret sneak-aways.

as you exited the stage, theo got up and made his way to the counter but not before pausing in his steps as he noticed his best friend sitting there already staring at him. keeho waved at him innocently, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. theo rolled his eyes, deciding to walk over to his friend, annoyed.

“hey there, pal.” keeho said, a chuckle escaping his mouth.

theo leaned against the counter, his elbow propped up on top of it. he opened his palm, placing his head in it after ordering a quick hot chocolate with colorful marshmallows just for you. when he turned back to his friend, he noticed his confused look. “it’s not for me, it’s for y/n.”

he raised a curious brow before asking, “the singer?”

theo nodded, scratching the back of neck in embarrassment. “yeah, but what are you doing here?”

keeho shrugged, taking a last small sip from his now-empty drink. “you’ve been acting suspicious lately so i followed you here.”

theo’s eyes widened. he followed him here? he’s been here the entire time? and how has he been acting suspicious? he thought he'd been keeping it on the down low. “suspicious? how?”

“dude, who comes back from studying at the library all smiley and shit? even people who adore studying don’t come back with as big a smile as yours. i thought you were going on dates with someone but turns out i was wrong.”

theo noticed the barista finish the drink and start walking from behind the counter, getting ready to deliver it to you. “um, i have to go-“

keeho grabbed his friends arm gently, wondering where he would be going. “hold on. you order them a drink but don’t ever leave a note or even wave at them when it’s delivered? nothing like that?” when theo shook his head, keeho laughed. “theo, that’s kind of creepy. isn’t it?”

theo stood in place, realizing that it was indeed kind of weird. he looked at his friend worried, feeling sheepish. how could he be so clueless and stupid all these three months? “you mean to tell me i’ve been doing that for three months coming off creepy instead of mysteriously romantic?”

keeho nodded, patting his friend's arm and noticing the barista at the corner of his eye delivering the drink. theo cursed under his breath noticing the same exchange, knowing the barista would point you out. and when the barista did, you looked over at the red haired man with his silver friend next to him at the cafe counter. you weren’t sure what to do, so all you did was send him a thankful smile and wave him over when you notice him looking your way. you saw him make a quick conversation with the silver man to his left before he came over to you with his cheeks heating in temperature.

when theo noticed you wave him over, he quickly glanced at keeho for advice. “um, what do i do? do i go over? what if they think i’m weird?”

keeho only smiled at his idiotic friend, patting his arm once more before giving him a tiny push towards your direction. “they wouldn’t invite you over if they thought you were weird, now go!”

suddenly, theo’s feet were dragging him towards the table you sat at with your guitar case and medium sized cup of hot chocolate. you watched as the handsome man made his way towards you, the light from the cafe illuminating his handsome features that you’ve only noticed in dim lighting from a distance for the past few months.

you motioned for him to sit at the empty chair across from you, and he gladly obliged. when he sat down you greeted him with a hello, holding out your hand. theo took it, shaking your hand nervously.

“what’s your name?” you questioned, playing with the silver spoon that laid in the mug of the chocolate rainbow drink.

“t-taeyang, but everyone calls me theo.” he responded with a stutter, which made you giggle a bit. you thought he was utterly adorable.

“well, theo, how come i never met you until now if you always send me drinks after my performances? the barista always said you had left.” you frowned, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“sorry. i got, um, shy. did you enjoy them?”

“i never drank them, i wanted to be safe about it.” you replied, causing theo to mentally curse at himself. he never thought about it in that way, what an idiot he thought he was. “but now that i know you, i know they’re safe.”

he watched as you brought the cup to your lips, taking a sip of the hot drink that made you feel warm in the cooling weather. as you set the drink back down, you stared at him for a few seconds before speaking again. “you always come to my performances but never say anything.” you pouted, swirling the now melted rainbow marshmallows together with the spoon as you never broke eye contact with him.

“sorry, i just get shy around you. i don’t know why. i-“ he paused for a moment, making sure what he says next doesn’t come out wrong. “i love your voice. it’s really angelic to me. comforting, to be honest. hope that’s not too weird; sorry if it is.”

you shook your head, smiling at him warmly. hearing those words gave you strength and caused a zoo in your stomach. no one’s ever said that to you, up until now that is. “you’re cute, taeyang. thank you. now, tell me about yourself.”

you both spent the last two hours getting to know each other until the cafe kicked you both out. theo told you about his studies and his friends, also mentioned about him playing the guitar and being a singer as well. let’s just say you both exchanged numbers and made plans for a date so you can teach him one of your songs on guitar.

[chansbabygirl1997]

Falling Over Night

Han Jisung × fem!reader

Genre: fluff, strangers au, street musician

Word count: 2.8k

Synopsis: Y/n escapes from a boring party at a Saturday night, feeling empty and lonely. Not having where to go, she roams around the busy streets of the night, until she meets him. A charming street musician with a captivating voice that hypnotized her to sit next to him and watch him singing and playing his guitar.

Falling for someone over night, only happens in fairytales. But why do they find themselves falling for each other?

A/N:

I thought of using the original song, but I preferred this one cover with the guitar :) Not edited btw :')

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Saturday night.

Normal people would be going wild in clubs and parties. But unlike them, you always find these things out of your comfort zone, parties weren't your cup of tea.

You didn't like meeting people through drunk conversations and suffocating, loud places. You weren't an introvert, you just enjoyed peaceful things better.

Your friends however, had persuaded you to come with them to a party this Saturday night. A person's party that you haven't even met before. You didn't like the idea of it, you thought that it would be better to stay home and watch some Disney movies or read a book. But your friends had enough of this, claiming that you can always do that some other time.

Turns out, that you did do them the favor of coming to that party, even though you wouldn't hesitate to leave the place if things got out of hand. Dressing up in a silky, olive green, thin strap top and high-waist black jeans, adding some gold jewelry and putting make up on, you left your house.

Unsurprisingly enough however, not even an hour later after entering the party, you found yourself walking away.

It wasn't because of the party getting out of hand, rather, you couldn't bare being in there. You thought you could manage, but you proved yourself wrong.

You texted your friends for your absence, not really giving them an excuse, to which they never replied. They were probably having the fun you couldn't have there. For you, it was a boring and tasteless way of entertainment. You never understood why people idolized parties so much. You felt lonely, walking down the streets alone with no one by your side. You felt that the people that you called your 'friends', were just being nice to you and nothing more. You never went into deep, philosophical conversations or hung out with them out of public. You never related with them about anything, or genuinely laughed with them.

You were used to this, though. Even though it hurt and left you feeling empty, you were used to being alone. Always enjoying things you liked on your own.

Listening to your heels clicking on the hard pavement, the air muffled with the murmuring of the people walking pass by you, you realized that it wasn't half bad being alone. It was definitely better than that boring party, at least.

The city night life was rather energetic and amusing. The soft, warm color of the street lights, the occasional chuckle from the people around you, the warm smell of street food and open stores, was all too healing for you.

What made you halt your momentum however, was when your ears perked up at the sound of a soft guitar melody, followed by an angelic-like male's voice. The sound didn't seemed to be rather away from where you were standing, so you picked up your pace again and blindly followed the music.

Such a mesmerizing voice that complemented the acoustic guitar exceptionally well. His voice held so much emotion, that sneaked inside and warmed up your heart.

You always admired people with talent in art. Either dancers, painters or musicians. You loved art and this was a way of entertainment for you.

As the music got louder, in the close distance, where people walked around the stores, you saw him.

A boy, around your age, leaning on a wall next to a restaurant.

Considering his simplistic outfit and the way he had laid down his guitar case for people to throw money, you could tell he was a street musician wanting to make some income out of his talent.

Some people were passing by him unbothered and some others, were considerate enough to throw inside his balck case a couple of coins.

It was unfair, you thought, for people with such talent not to get recognised by the crowd. The boy was clearly amazing, his voice was able to make your heart flutter and hypnotize you just with one word.

Your feet automatically brought you in front of the brunette boy, unconsciously smiling to yourself, feeling peaceful, as if all your worries were melting away. Not even thinking of it twice, you grabbed your purse and threw a 20 dollar bill inside his guitar case and swiftly looked around you, searching for a place to sit.

Much to your surprise, you spotted a public wooden bench just right across from where the boy was standing, giving you the perfect view point of the street musician. Satisfied, you walked towards it and sat yourself down, crossing you legs and getting comfortable at the hard surface. It was all too convinient, watching and listening to the boy perfectly, while sitting on a big bench all alone. For some people might have been odd for a young lady, dressed so nicely only to watch a common street musician, but to you was the best feeling.

Firstly, the songs he was singing was entirely your taste. Old, meaningful songs back in your parents and grandparents' age.

Secondly, you didn't mind just simply observing him. He was too attractive for you for some weird reason. The way his fluffy hair fell down and slightly covered his eyes. His fingers that played with his guitar strings so delicately. His lips moving to the melody and letting out beautiful lyrics. His whole posture was captivating and you couldn't help but let yourself be drawn to him.

It wasn't long when he caught you admiring him. He had noticed you throwing that 20 dollar bill and at first, he thought that you might have threw it by accident. It was an incredulous amount of money for a street musician, he was used to the metallic coins only. As if this wasn't shocking enough, he then saw you walking away, only to place yourself on the wooden bench across from him and watch.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel his heart warming up. He felt as if this night was the luckiest among the rest. A person recognizing his talent and actually being generous enough to give him such amount. He tried to be professional, but he couldn't help but blush in happiness. You were his highlight of the night and an idea crossed his mind.

Play only for you tonight.

He had spent countless nights playing for people, but no one ever behaved liked you. He felt special for once in his life. He felt as if all his work didn't go to waste, even if it was only for one person. A beautiful young lady at that.

Getting admiration for your talent, is something artists want the most. Even if its from one person, they can get so happy. That's how Jisung felt that night, so happy.

All because of you.

Something inside him called out to him. A small teasing voice telling him to approach you in some way. But not just in any way. He wanted to make it more casual, but simultaneously more special. More like his taste. More romantic.

You caught the brunette boy stealing glances at you all the while you observed him. You founf it cute the way he would blush and avert his eyes every time you smiled at him. You didn't know you were distracting him in the most sweet way possible.

You felt your heart drop once you saw him gathering up his stuff after finishing with the song. Thinking that he was done for the night, your once full of warmth heart started getting empty again. It was only then when you realised that you were truly enjoying yourself, but now that the boy was leaving, all the enjoyment was vanishing away. Fainting, like an old sweet memory.

But something in the way he acted, caught your attention. Instead of placing his guitar inside the black case, he just simply zipped it and hung it over his shoulder, before picking his guitar again. His fingers found their way to the strings and a familiar melody started coming from the vibrations.

The boy picked up his pace and started walking towards...you?

You couldn't tell why, but he was looking only in your direction. Maybe he got tired of standing and wants to sit down on the bench, you thought. The exact same bench that happens to be the one you sit to.

Your thoughts got washed away as the boy started singing, not breaking eye contact with you.

"L is for the way you look at me."

He sang, getting even closer by the second.

"O is for the only one I see."

He gave you a shy smile, blushing at the lyrics and trying hard to keep himself at bae. He didn't want to break eye contact, but he was getting adorably shy over the way you were looking at him with your sparkly eyes. The glint of excitement and admiration never left your gaze, something that helped him go on.

"V is very, very extraordinary. E is..." he stood right in front of you, waiting with anticipation for you to finish the lyrics.

"Even more than anyone that you adore can."

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at your poor attempt of singing. You were in no way half as good as that boy, but you couldn't shy away when he looked at you in such way. You instanly felt better when he let out a chuckle, both satisfied and amused. He found your vouce adorable, sweet and gently just like he imagined. Exactly the way you looked.

He took his guitar case off his shoulders and placed it down, before genlty sitting beside you. He stopped playing and focused his gaze on you. "How come a beautiful lady like you is here all alone?" he said politely, his words made you let out a breathy sigh.

You didn't mind pouring your heart out to a stranger, you could use some comfort right now. It has been so long since the last time you got asked that question. How come you are alone.

"Well..." you inhaled sharply, pursing your lips for a moment. "I just escaped from a boring party that my friends made me go to. So here I am."

The boy stared at you amusingly, letting out a chuckle. "From the way you put it, you don't seem so fond of parties." he pointed out.

"Yeah, well I really am not. I don't feel comfortable around such places. My friends just forced me to it, but I ended up leaving." you rested your head on the palm of your hand.

"I totally relate with you on that. I don't know how people find entertainment in such places, getting drunk only to wake up with a hung over the next morning."

"Exactly!" you said almost too excitedly. It has been so long since someone related with you. His gentle smile only made you feel more comfortable around him. "You have an amazing voice by the way. I really thought I would head straight back home, but when I heard you, I changed my mind."

At that, you saw the boy's cheeks flush crimson, seemingly having a panick attack from his shyness. He seemed as if he was praised for his talent for the first time. It was adorable.

"Thank you so much..." he giggled silently, staring down at his guitar. "Ah crap, I'm all shy right now, please stop starring for a moment." he hid his face in his hands, only making you giggle harder at his reaction.

You didn't know he could get so shy over a compliment, but something inside you urged you to continue. You teasingly started poking his arm. "Common, how can you not be used to compliments? With the talent you have you must have gotten plenty already!"

"Stooop." he whined with little giggles.

"Not until you look at me." you challenged, poking his continuously.

It felt odd.

It felt odd how the both of you became so comfortable with each other in seconds. Acting like two little childs teasing one another. As if you knew each other for years. It felt refreshing.

"Okay, okay fine! I am looking at you, will you stop now?" the moment he raised his head beneath his hands and forced his gaze on you, you could see how red his ears and cheeks had turned.

"Oh wow, you look like a tomato right now, you know that?" you snorted, only gaining a pouty frown by him.

"I can feel it in my cheeks, thank you very much." he faked an angry tone.

"What? I was only stating facts. And don't act like you are not already aware of your talent. If you were this shy, why would you stand in the crowd playing?"

"I..." he tried to think of a comeback, but he had none. "Fair point." he sighed. "It's the only way I can do what I love, while making some money as well. It's not much, but it works for the meantime." the cheerful in his tone dropped visibly.

You didn't know how to reply properly. You didn't want to make him feel worse or offend him in some way. But staying in silence would only make him feel uneasy for telling you something personal of his. "Life can be hard, you know? If only I had that talent of yours. Imagine how many great things you can do. You can write your own songs, right?"

The sudden change in his mood was apparent, your encouraging words made him feel at ease. As if that was the only answer he was seeking to ease his mind. "Well...yeah. I can write songs as well, but I am not confident enough to put them out there." he nervously played with the strings of his guitar, biting his lip to supress a smile.

"What are you afraid of? That people won't like them?" you scoffed incredulously. "Even if your songs suck, your voice is so amazing that it will cover up for the mess." you joked, making him let out a breathy chuckle.

He was enjoying your company awfully too much. He felt at ease, just the way you did. It was weird how you both clicked at once. How you both were able to talk to each other so casually, as if you haven't just met. Having such chemistry that you have never felt with anyone else.

Looking in each other's eyes, you both could spot the lovely comfort you were providing each other. Such soft emotions portrayed in the light glint of your eyes, under the illuminating street lights.

"What's your name?" he said softly and quietly, observing every single beautiful feature of your face.

"Y/n. What's yours?"

"Jisung." the both of you smiled. "Call me crazy but right now, I feel so drawn to you." he almost whispered., but you were able to pick it up. A warm sensation crept in your cheeks, a small fluttering in your heart, like a dove flying under the sun set.

"I guess we must both be crazy then, because I feel the same for you."

"Is this where we confess our undying love, kiss and spend all the night together and the next morning wake up as if it was only a dream?" he grinned, leaning closer.

"Well, Jisung," you leaned closer as well, catching him off gaurd at the close proximity. However., instead of going with the flow, you decided to boop his nose instead and then stood up from the bench. He was left speechless, blinking furiously. "I don't know about the 'dream' part, but I would be more than happy to spend my night with you. And we can see about the 'kiss' part later." you gave him a wink and stretched down your hand. "Now come." you smiled sweetlly.

"Where to?" he questioned with a boyish smile, but didn't hesitate to take your hand.

"I don't know, I am hungry. I was thinking of grabbing a late night snack. Don't worry, it's on me." you reassured and he flashed you the dashier smile of gratitude. He couldn't thank you enough. He couldn't tell you how grateful he was and how you made his night the best moment of his life.

But it wasn't only his, but yours had become the best as well.

A loud introvert and a silent extrovert had just begun their night together, making sure it wouldn't be their last.

[liyawritesss]

Can I put in a request for Amajiki with an s/o who's serenading him with the song Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars because he feels like he's not good enough.

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Oneshot

Synopsis: After a mission gone wrong, Tamaki begins to doubt his dream and his abilities in becoming a Pro Hero. It just so happens you have your guitar and singing voice on deck.

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of self-deprecation, anxiety, self doubt, 

A/N: I haven’t heard this song in a hot minute, but I definitely believe this is a song he would love to hear when he’s down. Hope you enjoy!!

Amajiki has his rough days. Where things looked too bleak, too overwhelming. He was normally good at picking himself up, giving himself a bit of motivation to keep things moving, even if it was just for a short while. Unfortunately, today wasn't one of those days.

    He had been assigned in an armed robbery case that FatGum’s agency was tasked to handle. It should have been something simple to handle - get the perp, return the items stolen, make a report back to FatGum. Unfortunately, whoever initially referred this case to the plush Pro-Hero underestimated the perpetrator he would be going up against. Although Amajiki had experienced what it was like to go up against serious criminals like the Shie Hassakai, he was no expert in handling stressful situations that required the presence of Pros.

    In short, the mission went bad, and Amajiki wasn’t taking it well. Isolating himself on the roof of the 3rd years’ dormitory, Amajiki found comfort in the setting sun, a bit of peace washing over him as hues of purple, red, pink, and yellow crossed the horizon. It was so pretty, and he was so entranced by the simplistic beauty of it all that he almost didn’t hear the door to the rooftop open. His elven-like ears flickered from the creaking sound of the door, causing his head to turn, peering over his shoulder.

    Peeking from behind the metal door was you, his partner, dressed down in your favorite loungewear, head scarf tied in a pretty bow that rested at the crown of your head.  The sight of you made him smile unknowingly; your presence brought him from his depressing thoughts.

    “Hado said you’d be up here,” You say, your voice pleasant as it traveled over the wind and into Amajiki’s ears. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead chose to refrain from speaking, as he wasn’t quite ready to talk about that day’s events yet. He turned back to the setting sun, resorting to playing with his fingers, a sigh leaving his slightly chapped lips.

    You took this as an approval to approach the navy blue-haired boy. Behind you was your treasured instrument, a tannish brown in appearance and with a beautiful acoustic sound. After hearing briefly what was possibly the cause of Amajiki’s isolation, you figured that you could provide a piece of solace to your lover with something he adored about you.

    A hand reached out to provide a comforting touch to Amajiki’s back, toned after years of training and exercise that was required for his dream profession. As if by instinct, the other leaned into your touch, the warmth of your hand spreading through his body like a dull shockwave. Noticing the guitar in your other hand, Amajiki looked up to meet your eyes in a questioning glance.

    “I heard you were feeling down,” you began, taking a seat next to your boyfriend, adjusting the guitar so it sat comfortably in your lap, legs crossed, “I learned a new song and thought it might help cheer you up.”

    Amajiki said nothing, but the fondness that glossed over his eyes was enough approval for you to continue on. Fixing your fingers to the right strings, you began to play. It was a gentle, sweet melody that flowed from the instrument, and the words which followed gave Amajiki the opportunity to breathe, to allow the words that left your glossed lips seep into his being.

    Amajiki remembers how far he’s come from the skittish, timid little boy he once was; a little boy with a big dream that many people didn’t see possible for someone like him. All the anxiety and self doubt that rooted itself in his core, that set him apart from others, made him an outcast. He never thought himself capable of what he’s done so far, and what he still has to do. Not until Togata, not until Hado, not until you. 

He’s reminded of the times you were there for him to pick him back up, the times where he was able to pick himself back up thanks to your encouragement and inspiration. So when the song ends and the last chord is strung, it’s no surprise to him that there are tears at the brim of his eyes. When you show your appreciation and love for him, Amajiki is reminded - and continues to remind himself - that he is worthy, that he is good enough; otherwise, he wouldn’t have someone as amazing as you in his corner to help pick himself up on those bad days.

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