#btw im at hear me hopeful stage now!!!

[theguardianace]

wait when does mmj world link end i want to make a summary for it but need to budget out the time to write it

[oceantornadoo]

hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.

im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!

bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)

you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.

that explains a lot.

and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)

"evenin', duckie."

"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."

john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.

"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.

"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.

"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...

"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."

"anythin' for you, duckie."

list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner

shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.

"all ok, john?"

"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.

"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.

"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.

"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."

"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.

"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.

30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?

john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.

that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.

john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.

"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.

you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.

"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.

"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."

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ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.

[biggesttmntfanintheworld]

Hello May I Request a Rottmnt Fluff And Gn Reader like The Boys are a little bit sad for Whatever reason and Reader comforts them with Cuddles (also this is my First time Requesting Something so sorry if it makes no sense)

it makes sense don't worry! btw idk if this is what you asked for but this is what I came up with im so sorry if its not

1 request down like 8 more to go (im going to go crazy but its fine tho)

sad! rottmnt x gn! reader fluff

raph

he accidentally ripped his favorite teddy bear while sleeping

he was absolutely distraught

hes never been this sad before

he called you at 3am SOBBING

you came over at like 3:12am(on a school night)

he hugged you SO HARD crying about his teddy bear:((

you were scratching under his chin (i think he would like that??) as he was pouting like a baby with tears streaming down his face

you guys were now cuddling his face buried in your chest you can hear him trying not to cry again(I FEEL SO BAD BRO)

you lifted his head up to look at you and you started kissing all over his face and he started giggling like a little girl(goofy)

after your kiss attack all over his face

"i love you so much babe"

"i love you too raphie"

(forget school bruh)

leo

he got banned from run of the mill(its like his 87th time getting banned)

saying he was sad was an understatement

he. was. DISTRAUGHTTT.

it was his favorite pizza place...

AND HE WAS BANNED???(again)

and all he said was that huesos forehead is as big as the moon

he NEEDED your cuddles

so he portal sworded to your room crying

you were laying on your bed and you hear someone crying and you knew who it was

your himbo boyfriend(IM SORRY LMAO)

he jumped on you

"hey you ok?"

"i got banned from run of the mill"

you were trying so hard to hold in your laughter

"oh really?"

"yeah"

he was hugging you so hard

his face was in your stomach

you just started scratching his head

he started giggling like an idiot

"i love you mi vida"

"i love you to neon leon"

donnie

the purple game 2 got canceled...

THE PURPLE GAME 2 GOT WHATTTTTTT??????

YOUR JOKING RIGHT??

PLEASE TELL HIM YOUR JOKING

HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAD BRO

he's going through the seven stages of grief in 7 seconds

he would be so devastated

he would lock himself in his lab for days

he won't even go out for flavorless juice or pizza

his "dum dum" brothers need to call you bc of this

"hey donnie?" you knock

no response

"donnie its me 'name'"

the labs doors open

you walk in and hes not there?

weird

you go into his room and there he is just laying on his bed

you walk up to him

"hey"

no response

"HEY"

"what."

"whats wrong?"

"the purple game 2 got canceled"

"oh"

he's trying so hard not to cry for the 5th time today

you jump up on his bed and you put his head on your lap

he signs

and he looks up at you with his cute doe eyes(i love his eyes man)

"you know i love you right?"

"yes i know. i love you to"

mikey

he broke his skateboard in half

he was so sad:((

he was sobbing for like an hour

not even a hug from his brothers could calm him down

but yours can

he called you crying abt his skateboard

you came over as fast as you could

he was in his room and as SOON as he saw you he RAN into you arms

he was sobbing in your chest

you both walked back to his bed him still sobbing on your chest

you guys are now cuddling him STILL on your chest but not sobbing any more just reduced to some sniffles now

"i love you so much babe"

"i love you too"

IM DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON

BYE BYE NOWW

[rayjeff]

btw sorry i haven't been as active recently, life's rough

(if you want to hear me vent and talk about life you can read it below hihi, anyway i wish you good night/day/whatever ;>)

okay so i was assigned to this 'art competition' at my school called "makro" around 3 months ago. What the hell's makro you may ask, it's a silly thing teachers assign you to in 4th grade of art school high school and give you extra classes in drawing, painting and sculpture for as long as you're not kicked out.. kicked out? well, yeah, there are 'preliminaries' so they can pick """the best students""". When there are 3 to 5 students left, they send you even further to the state competition(? country competition?? i dont know how to translate that lol). So yeah, pretty serious stuff i guess. If you win, you can receive a scholarship (and have almost perfect art portfolio)

so what am i doing there? I HAVE NO IDEA GOD DAMN IT

they fricking put me there without my knowledge and now im in the last 9 students?? help???

i honestly hate being there, i probably should be more greatful but i just can't enjoy something im forced to do. I've been drawing the same god damn stuff for several months now and i feel so washed out and exhausted that i don't like drawing anymore and im questioning my life choices xD

yes, i posted some sonic sketches ealier in the day but this is literally the first thing i've drawn for myself in a month or 2

i could have said that i don't want to participate in this beforehand, but they said that it was beneficial, relaxing and i could develop my skills, so i agreed. Now it's too late to say no. I'm too deeply involved in this to back out. And at this point i'm not sure if i would be more sad if they kicked me out (which would mean that i'm not good enough) or if i was moved to the next stage (more suffering)

I stopped texting to anyone too besides my 2 close friends, im just too tired to do anything honestly and i just want me and my mattress to become one

I'm holding on for now but ohhh it's hard sometimes

anyway.. sorry for whining and wasting your time lol, hope you guys doing okay :] wish you funky, silly, fun weekend

[kaddyssammlung]

Im the stc lore anon. Im very aware of the old interviews. In fact thats exactly part of why i get so frustrated with the fan interpretations of lore. Because its one of the things in my view that debunks the romance about sleep theories. Its just very frustrating feeling so strongly about my theory the fan lore is not canon while seemingly most of the fandom assumes the fan lore is absolutely 100 percent canon and just needs some more puzzle pieces to unluck the True Story. I used to believe the fanmade lore, but i no longer can do so especially when ive seen various bits of concerning behavior in the fandom where i think people take it wayyy too far. I think the only "canon" interpretation of the lyrics is the real person behind the masks life story, otherwise theres no "canon" and we are supposed to do whatever we want. But i think things have just gotten wayyy out of control with the its about a romance with sleep theory. What makes me actually hate it is how much people insist the people on stage are "characters" (i regularly see disclaimers saying "dont worry im just talking about the characters not the real people" when i really dont think they are "characters" in the way people think... this is not an anti fanfic/shipping/headcanon about real people stance btw i dont care about that as long as you dont go too far, i just dont like the insistence theyre "characters" because that feels so dehumanizing) and how rude people are if you dont agree with the fanlore (the vitriol aimed at alternate interpretations is really disgusting, especially the "why are sexualizing the lyrics, youre a bad person" crowds vitriol and insistence theyre the Good Fans while if you dont agree you deserve awful things). Otherwise, i just get *personally* annoyed with how often i come across the "its totally canon that its about sleep theories" when i dont want to *personally* hear those theories at all. I hope im making sense, and maybe im being an asshole in how im expressing my views idk. I just really feel like an outsider in this fandom and get so happy when i come across people who actually agree with me because it makes me feel less alone and like im not stupid or whatever. Just have fun, let the music mean something special to you, and remember the band (and their fans for that matter, going back to the vitriol thing) are human beings, thats what ultimately matters. I just think the lore as the fans see it has gotten into concerning territory. Wont leave any more anons about this for now because i dont want to drag this out more, i just saw your replies/post and wanted to respond in hopes what im trying to say will finally come out right (im not always the best with words, im very blunt, im very opinionated, etc)

Good Morning or Guten Morgen or Happy Timezone

I get your point and I don't think that you're an asshole.

I think you are struggling with something that many struggle and the fans that you call out also struggle with that: it's acceptance. Or accepting what is; in that case it's fan's who act a certain way or have different opinions or see things in a different way.

Acceptance is a mastery. It's something that is very hard to achieve.

Your situation reminds me of something that I could not accept for a long time in that fandom. So I'm going to talk about that.

This will probably be a long post so I'm hiding this and also mental health topics will come up.

I always had this assumption that everyone could see what I see when I look at Vessel. I'm talking concerts photos and “peeled Vessel” and the things that get revealed when the paint comes down. To me his scars are one of the few things that I can observe and so can everyone else, right?! There are so many even the ones from a certain attempt on both his right and his left forearm.

Well...right?! They are right in your face....

No! They are right in my face. I got into weird arguments about this topic. Which is a weird thing to argue about because this topic is a very painful one and also a strange one. There is a giant stigma around it. There are even “mental health professionals” on YouTube who refuse to talk about that topic and pretend that it does not exist because YouTube does not like these topics. It's a weird topic.

But it was exactly that what got me into the lyrics so much. I wanted to figure out the story behind what I could see.

All I found was myself and the parts of me that I denied that even existed. I stopped searching for the story and started to face myself instead.

I found a great new spiritual teacher because of that. She teaches acceptance and also sacred neutrality.

It's been almost a year now with her teachings and me finally accepting that not everyone can see what I see when I look at Vessel.

There will always be humans out there who call all of this an assumption. To them he did not self-harm and does not have scars from a certain attempt. To them that's an assumption while for me it's a fact.

Those fans are not worse then me and I'm not better then them. I can accept that they just have a different view on everything.

It's the same with lore interpretations or the way that some treat them in a (your words) dehumanizing way.

I can accept all that I just don't read it or interact with them. I let them have their view on things and I have my weird view on things.

I argued with fans that said things like: I don't even like their music or listen to their music but....

They are a thing, too btw.

When it comes to Sleep btw. To me it's an entity. They are very real btw. I learned how to deal with them, too. But I can totally understand that many humans out there just don't get topics like entities or idk...I mean I saw fairy-like beings right in front of me one day. 99% of humans would probably just say that I just made this up. I can understand that or rather I learned how to accept that.

When I first heard about Sleep I thought about that day and the fairies. I just thought...maybe that guy is a bit weird like me?!

We all had different experiences that shaped us. And also some fans really are just 14.

One of the reasons why I left the big Discord for example was because they allow all ages. I had an argument with a nine year old! That's when my alarm bells came online and I thought to myself: no...not okay! Some fans act a certain way because they are actual kids.

Like I said....I found a place within me to accept all that.

But it took a lot of facing myself to find that acceptance. And it's a process that is on-going.

Maybe this helps you...maybe not....maybe it clarifies something...maybe not.

I'm learning everything from her btw. It's energy work....energy work means you work with your soul, your higher self, higher dimensional beings....all theses things.

One thing that I forgot....accepting something and agreeing with it is not the same thing. I can totally disagree but still accept that something.

[ratbiwirattime]

Hello (Here's to hoping I can work with this)!

Connor suggested coming to Tumblr to try and see we can gather any clues about what happened a couple days ago (which, btw, if you have any ideas at all or remember anything from WyldRyatts yesterday, don't hesitate to message us).

My name is Aster and I use she/her, but they/them or it/itself pronouns are fun too. If you need to ask Ryan Selucreh or Connor Connors a question, I don't think they're on tumblr yet, very sorry.

wait why is the title aster and b-

hi me biwi call wahtever me rat no care. develope typign skdi9ls slwoly giv em power to understnd ou nio telk,m mytrhebormne cerw ijkm hereer

with the newer rp people from the suckening AND prime defenders, i think its time i make my own for my favorite under-rated campaign! AND YES I DID MAKE BIWI THE FUCKING RAT SHARE AN ACCOUNT WITH ASTER SUE ME

im normally @s0lar-ch3ri and shit so yeah. will i probably make a seperate account for biwi soon? yes. but not now (update cause of the switch, the side blog will soon only be biwi, but im still gonna feature him here cause why now)

im gonna change up the profile and shit soon, just making a post so mutuals arent alarmed if im following them now and shit

#biwi entertainment cheese - biwis in control of the account today

#in character aster! - as it says, aster aeliana in character

#off stage water break - out of character posts/reblogs

#aster can answer that! - answering asks in character for aster

#biwi hears. - he will take your question.

@red-might-be-dead AY I FUCKING DID IT NOW I GOTTA DO MCS

(shift the things from the other one over here now lol)

(UPDATE UNDERWAY OF BEING A BIWI RP BLOG, THE ASTER ONE WILL BE LINKED SOON)

[aster-aeliana]

Hello (Here's to hoping I can work with this)!

[Image ID: A banner that says: ‘To break free from the JRWI RP industrial complex, feel free to block the ‘#just role(play) with it’ tag. End Image ID.]

Connor suggested coming to Tumblr to try and see we can gather any clues about what happened a couple days ago (which, btw, if you have any ideas at all or remember anything from WyldRyatts yesterday, don't hesitate to message us).

My name is Aster and I use she/her, but they/them or it/itself pronouns are fun too. If you need to ask Ryan Selucreh or Connor Connors a question, I don't think they're on tumblr yet, very sorry.

wait why is the title aster and b-

hi me biwi call wahtever me rat no care. develope typign skdi9ls slwoly giv em power to understnd ou nio telk,m mytrhebormne cerw ijkm hereer

After recent discoveries, we've found a way to remove Biwi from posting on our tumblr (credit to @arcadianxanadus for the informing that he was here), so yay! By the way, we can't seem to find him, has anyone seen him? (BWI MESAGE DO NTO TELL IM @ratbiwirattime HREHEERH)

edit: hello everyone! I forgot to say sooner, but both Ryan (@ryan-selucreh) and Connor (@connorfrombofa) are on here! Also my dad and Romeo, and Jasmine recently, hooray!

with the newer rp people from the suckening AND prime defenders, i think its time i make my own for my favorite under-rated campaign! AND YES I DID MAKE BIWI THE FUCKING RAT SHARE AN ACCOUNT WITH ASTER SUE ME

im normally @s0lar-ch3ri and shit so yeah. will i probably make a seperate account for biwi soon? yes. but not now

im gonna change up the profile and shit soon, just making a post so mutuals arent alarmed if im following them now and shit

#biwi entertainment cheese - biwis in control of the account today (not used on this blog)

#in character aster! - as it says, aster aeliana in character

#off stage water break - out of character posts/reblogs

#aster can answer that! - answering asks in character for aster

#biwi hears. - he will take your question. (not used on this blog)

@red-might-be-dead AY I FUCKING DID IT NOW I GOTTA DO MCS

CREDIT TO @ripells FOR THE PFP USAGE

[jyakkopotto-saddo-gaaru]

night post

OMG im still feral about minomizu btw but mizuruian has taken the stage too

THEYRE BESTIES YOUR HONOR

okay and out of spite i plan on listening to natsuyu no uta like 10x the amount i listened before

speaking of

actually jk not now

so the play is going into opening night tomorrow :3 things are going well, someone remind me to wear all black tomorrow djbdkdhskdj

everytime i hear mizukis soft voice in bad apple i feel my brain getting crushed. i gotta schedule time to cry soon

okay NOW i have 2!!! songs for you to listen to. natsuyu no uta and bad apple niigo cover. please

alright, goodnight, and remember: if your sideblog isnt taking off like you hoped just keep plugging it. @pjskcommsongtournament

[tojisun]

Ok, this is really random but I wanna write a letter to my s/o and idk where to start. Any ideas?

hii! im so sorry for the late rep hhh

this is so so cute omg 🥹🫶🏼

thank u sm for asking me!! i dunno if youd be up for my ideas (im actually so anxious that youd find my suggestions cringe) but i do hope these would help ^v^

you could start by letting them know why you’re writing the letter!! could be just as short and direct or as long of a tangent, tbh

direct:

dear (their name or a pet name u use),

i’m writing this letter because i miss you.

…

tangent:

hello, my love,

i was on my way to the library when the street lights flickered and, for a moment, the raindrops looked like they were frozen in time. my first thought was, “oh, wow.”

then, “i wish [s/o’s name] could’ve seen this.”

i miss you.

…

i tend to lean towards the second one when i write because it kind of sets the stage better, after all, when i write, i do it because i want my reader to have a glimpse into my thoughts and my feelings. the rant kinda grounds me too – that instead of the emotions bleeding all over the page, it feels like i could ease them slowly. but that is me! im a writer by heart and theres nothin i love more than crafting a world so divorced from reality so that my partner would be whisked away even just for a moment.

the short beginning is not any less beautiful and heartfelt, btw!! the short introduction feels like a startling surprise, one that would make me take in a sharp breath of air if i received it. like, reading the short intro would feel like the world stopped on its axis until all thats left is me and that letter and my s/o’s love for me, yk?

i guess the main difference is how you want to frame your letter to your s/o!

-

after you explain about why you’re writing, i think you can integrate questions! ask them how they are or anything specific that you would like

ex:

how are you today, sweet love? how was your presentation? i remember how much effort and hard work you put into your project so i hope it turned out well.

(i know it would.)

…

-

other things i do when i write is i reminisce! i share memories of them that i keep in the pocket of my heart, hoping that theyd see the way i see them (how beautiful they are and how my chest is full because of them).

of course, you also share pieces of your day/week/life! write aboit things they didnt hear or give them updates. your s/o would love hearing (seeing) you talking about yourself because, well, they love you! like for me, i get so <3333 when i read about what my partner ate or what songs they listened to or what happened at work, etc!! because sharing these things bridges that distance between you two :’)

-

that is all i have for now :((

i hope these would help and if they didnt or you think theyre cringey, im so sorry 😭

take care!!

[lqfiles]

omg omg omg omg omg omg im here im here!

“baby” BRO IF HAECHAN DOESNT STFU OMG HIS ATTITUDE IS SO UGH (hot) KARINA BETTER THROW THE ROCKS AT HIMMM

also i wanna know what haechan asked jaemin bc wdym he just gave him y/n’s @? 😭 no wait but the at the same time, he probably thought he was probably playing matchmaker… idk jaemin cracks me up tho 😭

“but it’s quite cute” “you know where my room is” ugh im in love with them already but seeing how haechan is, ik the angst is gonna go crazyyy 😭 (if it involves all of us throwing rocks at haechan, karina calls dibs)

BUT YES I REMEMBER THAT about your friend and tbh sameeee rn (a little lore about me 😈) i have a situation with this friend who is great btw she’s very talkative, very friendly, well, extremely friendly, and lately she’s been having a thing with this guy and mind you, i used to live with her for a bit in her dorms (i commute which means i don’t live in uni) and she would drop me if her then bf came over, but we got closer after she and that bf broke up

but she’s been talking with this new guy, i have been encouraging when she is overthinking it, and lately… it’s all she’s been talking about 😭 i try to talk about my day and it gets dismissed when she tells me something about the guy and believe me, im happy for her, but we haven’t talked for two days now and when she does text me, it’s to let me know what the guy did

okay that’s it 😋

but it’s just like… i love our friendship but previous friendships before ended bc my friends would make their partners their entire personality and would drop their friends. like what is going on 😭😭 idk but thats enough lore 🫡

But i totally get not feeling excited…

i hope everything is okay tho! hope youre taking care of yourself and are staying well hydrated. thank you so much for the update! your brain just goes crazy and i love it 😋

- 🫧

(bella is getting a new harness with a little bow and she’s very excited! she’s also getting shoes bc it’s getting hot and i don’t want her paws to burn)

(also! She’s a maltipoo right? but we’re starting to notice she spots like a dalmatian and it’s kinda cool and so pretty 😭)

(and yes, we got compared to satoru and suguru out of nowhere 🥲 like damn… it makes me sad tho hearing that comparison 😭😭)

WELL YES jaemin is the biggest ynhyuck shipper of course he’s gonna give y/n’a @ to haechan (he had no idea of his motives), bless his clueless heart, he’s so silly 😭

i love how we all want karina to to fr throw rocks at him like we need this to happen one day, karina WILL call dibs when it comes to the angst and hurting haechan you already know she doesn’t play about y/n!!!! even jaemin might throw a small rock

OMG NO…. i’m so sorry to hear that 😭😭 i can tell that this is the beginning stages of her crush, so i advise (definitely not saying you SHOULD because i know confrontation is scary even if it is with friends 😭) that you genuinely have a talk with her about how all she does is talk about that guy and how you feel like conversations w her are starting to become pointless because they revolve around stuff you’re not interested in. its an extremely shitty situation to be put in and i’ll honestly never understand why people can’t seperate their friends and relationship and not bring one into the other.

i think your friend might understand if you bring it up tho, since you said she’s very friendly, if you say that you’re saying this from a malicious stance but rather in a way where you’re trying to improve your friendship, im sure she’ll understand. and if she doesn’t, then it really isn’t a friendship you should waste your time on because it shows where her priorities are (men over friends)

anyways yeah i’ve been well i actually saw her for the first time today since she reached out to me again and it was surprisingly.. really nice.

I FIND PEOPLE WJO PUT THEIR PETS IN CLOTHES AND ALL SO CUTE LIKE YESSS PUT HER IN CUTE LITTLE SHOES PLSSS, i bet she looks rlly cute w her spots, but wouldn’t that maybe mean that she might be a hybrid? either way i hope she is gonna be happy with her new shoes and harness, a little early (?) birthday present!!

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1. Denmark. Literal child? Voice doesn't have enough power to hit those notes. Like that pink to green change on stage

I SEE THE DADI FREYR IN THE BG OMG ICELAND BABY (btw did they bleach their flag?)

2. Armenia. Laying on the floor. Classic. Somewhat continued pink theme at start. The thing I love, no sarcasm, is that sometimes you can't tell if they actually sing in English. Oh it wasn't a floor, it was a wall. Revolutionary.

Ew, showing Beatles statues. Have to shove your famous boys against a poet and clowns? This is why no one likes you UK

3. Romania. Oh let's go, native language, cool voice, pink suit, playing with genres. This is why im here. Staging is a letdown, you could literally just follow with the camera on foot.

4. Estonia. Oh piano plays itself, no fire yet. Now she plays it. I hope it ends with piano retaliation and attack. Average ballad and in English, boring. Go off piano, love that it has a mic too.

5. Belgium. Pink is back, yas. Love asymmetrical hat. Okay back up vocals have more power that main man, like damn, turn them up! Kinda like that low beat. Fun.funfun

Graham yooo, the only uk host im excited to see in final. So weird to see him and hear him at the same time lmao.

6. Cyprus. wooo. Didn't get memo for the pink theme. woooOOOooo. English, but accent is thick so I'll take it. wooooOoOoO. Gets some shoes boy, barefoot look didn't add shit. I wonder how warm is the floor tho, lights and all the pyre prob heats it up good. Woooo

7. Iceland. Everyone shut up its iceland. Im biased. Laying on the floor, brilliant move. Oh red lining in the coat, great. Some pink light's so were in the clear there too. Asserting more dominance over the floor and laying on in some more. She jacked, wow. Good voice. Song? I felt nothing.

8. Greece. Laying on the floor. Waiting for the pink to cross it off my list. Oh no your voice isn't there to jump or even move and sing, sorry. Also no pink. ФEELINGS. Why are you doing that with that alphabet shuffle. Causing me pain, that's what. Do that with sung word and we'll talk.

9. Poland. Pink hell yah. This is makes me have flashbacks to the 00s radio. Everything, voice dance, costumes, underwhelming. Oh so her dress was shitty because it was hiding another dress and not 00s reference? Makes sense. Fuego attempt, sorry you're not HER

10. Slovenia. Not English + nasty bass, okay boys! Some pink clothing. Raided their parents closet from 80s. Can't pinpoint the high singer sadly.

11. Georgia. I was excited that she was yelling at me and then she stopped... Obsessed with the instrumentals. Pink appears on the screens briefly, if you care. Amazing voice, blew the dress away.

WELSH FLAG YES BITCH

What is that actor forgor here, he's not here to talk about anything substantial I bet. Alluding to Ukraine, not even head on mention, are you kidding me?

12. San Marino. Rocky. What's with the sound mixing this year, they let this one down. Oh eyes on the walls, ok. Laying on the floor gives you some kind of points, at least I can have list. No pink, but there was like only red.

13. Austria. Okay fun start, go queens! Very interesting vocal turns and melodies. Staging is immaculate! Costumes are great. UGH. Edgar lmao. A lot of red, we moving the spectrum it seems.

14. Albania. I swear Albania sent this before. Sorry, deja vu is insane for me here. Flashing aggressive red lights solidified spectrum change. Native language is an automatic W. Wait, I thought the limit was 5 people on stage, they had 6.

15. Lithuania. Pink and red, bold choice, bringing it all together. Okay more of a purple and orange, shut up. Back up is overpowering her when they sing chorus, at least it mixed better.

16. Australia. Oh I liked thier postcard bridge. Doing interesting thing with camera, lights. Some pink and red. Oh was that a brief breakdown, alrighty. Crisp guitars and synth. Ending with headbang, very energetic!

Pretty fun semifinals overall

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Episode 5: The Tarot

So last we left off we got this dead guy to the church so that his last rites can be done, and he can go and get buried. Before getting there though in the distance we see the priest drag a body into the chapel.

We needed to persuade him to hurry and do the last rites

We don't see the body he dragged in 

#sus

Then we hear "FATHER IM HUNGRY" being bellowed from a mysterious basement

He just wants us to take him on a late night McDonald's run. No biggy

We ask the priest what's up with that

Hes shifty as fuck, says nothing is wrong

So Kai, Fauna and Amahlia go and see what's up with that while Lucerian and Lilliya are focused on last rites 

We find tracks, locate a room with the body stashed in and a trap door to the basement. Very normal stuff. The priest begs us to not go down there. Informs us that his son was visited by Strahd and now required uh. A special diet

Kai prods a bit and confirms that the priest is in fact killing people for his son

Amahlia is like "imma kill him" 

Amahlia No

Lilliya convinces the priest to let us kill his son, putting his son out of his misery

Priest is a broken man. Says "just make it quick and painless"

Kai, Lilliya, and Lucerian go to the basement to kill the lad

We forbid Amahlia from going with us because Amahlia is kind of a murder hobo. So we have Fauna babysit her outside

The vampire boi is scuttling around in the dark. We locate him, and Lilliya offers to let him drink from her wrist so that they can talk

His name is Dorul

Doru is like "but I wanna drain you all the way tho. All of u"

We tried to the very end to make his death quick and painless but Doru has like… 1 brain cell and that brain cell is hungry

He fucking lunges at Kai because he thinks she'll be easier to take out

Surree go for the blind bitch. I see u

Combat is initiated

He did try to bite Kai but failed.

Not sure if you'd even wanna drink cursed blood but idk

Our "quick and painless" attempt to put Doru out of his miserable existence becomes a bunch of loud noises and him screaming

Dorus father listening in as the adventurers loudly struggle to kill him quickly

At the end he is in the bargaining stage of grief

Begs us to not kill him and instead use him

Says he'll eat our enemies

When that doesn't work he says "I'll do anything you wannt"

Lilliya is like "we want you to die"

He eventually dies. Ismark does superstitious rituals like cutting off Dorus head, burning the remains, shoving garlic in Dorus mouth, normal shit

Btw it was pretty funny at the end of Dorus fight because we had him in a corner and we were just beating the shit out of him

A weird side note: the dm showed a picture of him from the book and like. Every woman with an inkling of maternal instinct was like "aweee" meanwhile I'm thinking he looks like a younger Tommy Wisau

Anyway after we successfully killed him quick and painlessly we find the father being a fuckin mess

Hes eyeballing a rope hanging from the ceiling

Lilliya does talk-no-jutsu to keep him from killing himself and to instead try to bring hope back to the village. Ismark is like "oh shit that's a fire idea. Sorry sister, I know I said I'd escort you to that safer village but I now have a new purpose. Hey adventurers we just met, can you escort her?"

In the background Kai is getting the rope off the ceiling and stashing it in her bag

The last rites for Ismark's dad are done and we have lowered the body into the grave. It's midnight and we get to see what this "midnight parade" the locals are talking about is

It's a long line of the ghosts of adventurers before us who tried to take on Strahd just walking off a cliff single file

And while this is intimidating the idea is kind of funny to me because the line just keeps fucking going and never stops. Like I get it- holy shit how could we succeed when so many failed- but at the same time this is a very comical amount of dead people

So as Fauna watched a comically long line of dead adventurers go off the cliff edge of Strahd's castle (which is perched on a mountain) she has a mental breakdown

Fauna in the midst of the meltdown asks “Does a place like this even need heroes?"

Kai says "well I'll die anyway. May as well die faster"

Amahlia: "I can help"

Liliya: “It’s places like this that need heroes the most”

3 kinds of people

We stay the night at the church as the priest is under suicide watch.

Kai is the guardian of the rope.

The priest before bed has pie with Fauna. Causing them to have blissful dreams (the pies have that effect)

The next morning we set out to meet madam Ava, who according to the group of Vistani wanted to see us. We're taken to a clearing next to a lake full of tents. 

Btw at this Vistani camp there's a Ton of roguish looking dudes who are total snaccs

RiP Kai is dead

Pour one of for Kai 😔🍾

and Rip to the mammoth tusk she carries with her 

We go straight for madam ava 

And are like

Because it's the fucking lady that brought us here and gave us the tarot cards

She tells us in very riddle-y vague terms how to stop Strahd and where everyone should start on their personal goals. Each character got a tarot card.

“ 3 treasures to help kill Strahd”

“The avenger- (Luciren) this treasure lies in a dragon's house. Hands was once clean, now its corrupted Knowledge of the ancient will better still help you understand the enemy.”

“Healer (Amalia) Tells of a powerful force of good and for protection, a holy symbol of great hope, Look to the west. Find a pool blessed by the white of the white sun.”

“Charlatan. (Fauna) This is a card of power and strength. Tells of a weapon of vengeance. A sword of sunlight. I see where you can find it. A lonely mill on a precipice”

“Seer (Kai) This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness. Look for a dusk elf. He has suffered a great loss and is haunted by dark dreams. Help him and he will help you”

“Marionette (Liliya) Your enemy is a creature of darkness whose powers are more than immortality Look to great heights. Find the beating heart, the castle, he waits nearby.”

With the direct yet vague instruction of what they should do next, the party must figure out their next move

Please remember to keep Kai in your thoughts and prayers as she survives these trying times of being trapped in a camp of hot guys

😔🙏

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EXCUSE ME??? NIGHTCORE???? IM A RAP DISS TRACK. IM A BADASS ACDC SONG. IM A METALLICA SONG NOT FUCKING. NIGHTCORE I DONT HAVE BLUE FUCKING PIGTAILS ON MY HEAD??????!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

I. AM. CHOP SUEY BY SYSTEM OF A DOWN

I HAVE A SAD GUITAR SOLO IN THE MIDDLE LIKE THE BRIDGE PART

THERE ARE SOUND EFFECTS OF ROARING LIONS IN THE BACKGROUND! THE SPOTLIGHT IS ON ME! I AM!!!! GUY

-----OOC-------I HAVE THOUGHTS. I AM SORRY BUT I DO.‐------------------

also i feel like gus would just be a single piano note every time he gets upset. just one. like only one "dun".

the rest of the time he is pure silence

Walter tries to duet with him, and he refuses to sing his part. just a long silence, a single piano note, and more silence. walt doesn't understand why.

when he is with people he trusts, like mike or smt, he sings, but with no pazazz. its almost monotone. his voice is still chesty and borad and clear, but he doesnt really have a tone per say. just sings the correct notes in order.

with max, its a beautiful piano ballad!! they sing together!!!!!??!?!!??!!?!**!*!*!*! max has fun with singing, adds little adlibs and vibratos, and uses his falsetto voice a lot, and you can see gus smiling at him when he sings.

Don eladio is like the most tacky dancy despacito-y music you can think of. and he has a terrible voice. and i imagine like in s4 when gus brings jesse to mexico, he gives him earplugs. there is a small silence before he speaks where every character on gus' side puts on earplugs right before his number

jesse doesnt get it at first but as soon as he hears his voice he fumbles to quickly put them on because now it makes sense

Don hector sings acapella during important moments, and at most has a classical guitar accompanying him, but its very minimal. his voice should be powerful and broad and deep, and he doesnt embellish his voice much, no vibrato, no runs, just pure clear voice, like gus.

after he's paralyzed, while there is no singing the guitar accurately conveys what he feels or wants to say

jesse i feel like doesnt go to classical music, but rather his hip hop/rap song is always the same, with one element of the instrumental being taken away after each loss he lives through, until the end where its just accapella, and he gives up on singing (or rapping) nd leaves the stage in the middle of a lyric anyway. i feel like that would happen when he dreams about the woodworking shop thing in s6. he'd start talking about it, and just stop in his tracks. after he leaves the stage, we're left in the dark, and you hear todd's voice calling him from afar.

btw for Walter classical music is pretty diverse, so i'd say it starts off with just a clavecin in his humble beginnings, and the more heisenberg he acts, the more romantic and epic his soundtrack gets? i also feel like at the end of his number jesse would say like "what the fuck was that? you got like opera training or smt?" and walt would just rant for a while and jesse leaves to avoid him but walt follows "where do you think you're going. i'm not done! i dont want to hear you misclassify music ever! if you received a proper education you would know that-"

badger, combo and pete would try to rap or rock and they'd never be in sync, or one of them would forget the lyrics, one of them would be out of rythm and get called out, etc. and then they start arguing and just. stop playing until their voices fade and jesse's part starts or they go back to normal dialogue.

also. RANDOM ONE LINERS. jesse is like on the verge of tears talking about jane and one them just says church out of the blue. it doesnt happen often enough to ruin every dramatic moment, but it sometimes does lighten the mood.

i didnt organize my thoughts at all, hope its at least understandable!! and this is just my opnion btw!!!!!!!!

breaking bad/better call saul musical solo genres/sounds

this is a joke im taking seriously, i cant explain it any better than that. im vehemently against breakingbadmusical but HYPOTHETICALLY, this is what i would do if i was writing it. i would give each character a different genre for their motif. each character in the shows is doing their own thing, and ends up clashing with another character, hence literally every bit of conflict ever. it would make sense if you had different genres for different characters, the conflict would also reflect in the music itself.

ANYWAYS

walter: i keep coming back to classical music. at first its humble, but it can become pretentious and annoying SO quickly.

jesse: he's walter's foil, so it would make sense to make it early 2000's hip hop/rap but it has no knowledge whatsoever of the roots of the genre. it would be cool if it transitioned from hip hop/rap to something a like classical, like walter, except it actually sounds good and its very euphonous and stuff. yknow what im getting at?

skyler: hannah montana type beat. that's all i gotta say i think it says enough. also like Groove is in the Heart by Deee-Lite.

hank: heavy metal, but with the depth of a crime show that's been running for 17 seasons and does not give two shits about the realism of how the police and/or forensics world works.

marie: Getting Married Today from Company. All of her music is at LEAST 150bpm and would perfectly echo the mind of a high-strung, concerned nurse who's working in a very rich medical facility.

saul: new york in the 50s jazz style. really big and really loud. he's the bitch who gets the tap number and its at least ten minutes long. the clarinet is at the heart of it all though, because there has to be something to represent jimmy, but its buried under layers and layers of flashy meaningless noise

kim: leaning more towards the musical theatre genre than anyone else. very instrumental, i think the saxophone might really fit her, i think it would be cool if the music reflected her emotions more than she did herself, because kim doesnt really wear her heart on her sleeve, so you have to consult the music to gain more insight.

howard: jazz too, but its MUCH more refined and smoother than saul. like the really complicated music theory-y jazz that you hear in bars and restaurants at like 11pm on a saturday night.

mike: ok ok ok. hear me out. but i think if you had like. a lone flute, it would work. like i know it doesnt initially fit, but i feel like it does, because at the center, mike is just upset about everything, he longs for the past, i think, and i think if you wrote something in like the mid-range of the flute, or if you used a bass flute, it would sound really good.

lalo: ok so like saul and mike, lalo puts up a front. i think that front sounds like really loud miriachi music (think al compas de mi caballo). but the center is something brassy, and personally i'd lean towards trombone. trombone can go very low, sound very intimidating, but they can also go pretty high, and sound noble and kind of adventurous.

gus: ahh ok so gus is kind of this god who has a LOT of power. his center is max. so if max isnt there, there wouldn't be a center. i think gus would have like a full ass orchestra. heavy on the bass to reinforce that he's powerful. i think he'd have almost a movie soundtrack genre. if that makes sense. here's the catch. there's very little flute, no piccolo. max is the piccolo.

nacho: guitar. lot of fingerpicking. nacho doesnt get any of the band instruments because he's not really on either side? he kind of just got wrapped up in the mess and now he can't really get out. probably a lot of high notes because he's continuously yearning for a world he can't really get. also its kind of got that humbleness his family background has.

kaylee: just tap. no instruments. just a 5 year old tap dancing SO loudly for SO long.

tuco: nightcore.

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Btw Im bored and Im craving an angsty fic. Somehow I managed to be on your blog knowing your good at it. Anyway could you do part two of avenger cast x teen reader wherein the reader have cancer and got remission but rhis time the cancer is back. The cast and fans know about it and they are all supporting to your battle. When the cancer got worse the reader thought of giving up but the cast still encourage to fight. Its up to you if you want the reader die or not. (But for me I wanna more super angsty that I wanted reader to be dead lol)

So that's all hope you can make it and make my heart in tears heheheh. Anyway have a good day and be safe.

Notes: I’d like to thank @huntective-kyeo for the request!! I hope you enjoy it.

I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this story lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

I would also like to apologize for any cancer treatment misinformation in this story. I will gladly change anything I get wrong.

I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.

Warnings: Some angst probably, mentions of cancer, depression, mentions of cancer treatment, spelling/grammatical errors, medical inaccuracies, cliffhanger, a really bad cliffhanger, anything else I failed to mention ⚠️

Characters: Vague mention of Marvel cast, possible mention of doctors and family members, anyone else I failed to mention

Part 1: Click Here

Masterlist: Click Here & Here

Word Count: 1305 (give or take)

You’re in bed, staring at the ceiling. The early signs of emotional numbness is beginning to take root, drowning the overwhelming emotions within you. Your brain refuses to process the information you’ve been told, which only makes the whole situation worse. Cause who wants to hear that their cancer came back? After fighting so hard to be in remission, it comes back at full force. Who wants to hear that? You recognized the signs that you were beginning to feel unwell, so you went to your doctor. They ran their tests, and you waited.

The somber tone in your doctor’s voice was all you needed. Unlike last time, you hadn’t caught it in the early stages. This comeback had been faster, a little more aggressive. It hadn’t progressed enough that it couldn’t be treated, but precautions were made to ensure your full recovery.

Your doctor recommended you begin treatment immediately, so you did. It was also recommended you let your work know, and you hesitated. You agreed that you should let them know, since they were fully aware of your last battle with cancer. Of course, they were only made aware once you were in the clear. And you’d been on a break from filming and promoting, so that gave you plenty of time for treatment and resting. Now... Now, you’re going to start filming in a matter of days.

After muddling over the topic, you chose to let the producers know. You sent them a quick text explaining the situation, and anxiously awaiting their response.

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You’d been met with understanding from the producers, who were more than willing to put your scenes on hold until you recovered. While grateful for the accommodation, guilt began to flood you. How long are they willing to wait? The last time you had cancer, it took a long time before you fully recovered. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to the accommodation. Maybe you should’ve just sucked it up and done your scenes.

Fuck.

A knock snapped you out of your thoughts. You took a second to realize your doctor, Alanis Baker, was standing in the doorway to your hospital room. A small, but comforting smile was on her face, a clipboard in hand as she approached you.

During your first diagnosis, you’d been recommended to Alanis, having been told she was the one of the best in her field. It didn’t take long for you to see why. Her honest, personable behavior made it easy to get along with her. You came to realize that even though Alanis hated delivering bad news, she had to do it regardless of how it made her feel. She wasn’t known to sugarcoat anything; and while her bluntness may not be everyone’s cup of tea, you appreciated it. You needed it.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Alanis starts, a small smile on her face.

You mumble out a morning.

“We’re going to run a few tests,” your doctor explains. She’s giving you an almost apologetic look. “Just to see how everything’s going so far.”

You nod. Your heart feels like it’s jumped in your throat. You expected this, and you’re anxious to see how you’re progressing. It feels like you’re improving. You can only pray the test results match.

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You’re… not improving. The cancer is seemingly getting worse. Still treatable, but it’s not reacting to the chemotherapy like the doctors had hoped. So that meant surgery. Probably multiple surgeries.

Alanis tried her damndest to inform you of all the benefits that come with surgeries, but you just couldn’t understand. You couldn’t understand why the cancer wasn’t going away with chemo. You couldn’t understand why it was getting worse. It didn’t make sense to you. Nothing your doctor, or any doctor could say would make you understand.

Part of you had to wonder if surgery would even do anything. If it progressed to the point where Alanis was attempting to sugar coat it, in her own way, then maybe you shouldn’t…

No, you think, snapping back into reality. You can’t give up, not now. You beat this before, you can do it again! You have to keep trying.

But is it worth it?

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Your first surgery was fast approaching, and you were on the verge of throwing up. You knew it was important. You knew it was necessary to improve your health. But you were nervous. What if something went wrong? What if you didn’t wake up? What if it didn’t do anything?

What if you got worse?

“You feeling okay, kid?” Your ears perked at the voice. It was Robert. Him and a few of your co-stars had come down to visit you. The production crew let you have time off in preparation for your surgery, which was nice. But you needed something to keep you distracted. That’s where your co-stars came in. If they’d finished their scenes for the day they’d visit you or call or FaceTime—whatever they could do to stay in contact.

“Same as always,” you sighed. You didn’t tell them about how you were feeling. You didn’t want to hear what everyone else was saying. You’ll get better. Just keep fighting. You’re so strong, you’ll get over this. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. You were numb to the comfort they intended to bring.

Robert nodded, “I can’t imagine what you’re going through,”—here it comes—“but don’t let it control you.”

Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean,” you asked.

“Don’t let your thoughts control you,” he said, giving you a gentle look. “You’ll have your ups and downs, and those downs will feel like they’re suffocating you. Don’t let them take over. You’ll get better, you will.”

You knew there was truth in his words. Robert had his own struggles, his own ups and downs. He was speaking from his own experiences.

“I’ll try,” you said. “I can’t make any promises though.”

“Do what you can.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

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The day of your surgery came faster than you thought. Robert’s voice rang in your head, and you tried to focus on that instead of your nerves. Your family, after wishing you well, was escorted to a waiting area.

After all the necessary preparation, you were put under.

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It felt like only minutes later that you woke up. You were groggy, your mind hazy from the drugs. Was the surgery successful? Deep down, buried under the disappointment and growing cynicism, you hoped it was. You didn’t want to be sick anymore.

You heard voices. They sounded muffled, far away. Turning your head, you saw the door to your room was slightly ajar. You squinted, but your vision seemed blurry. After what felt like a lifetime, your family walked in with the doctor behind them. They were smiling but there were tears in their eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” the doctor asked.

You hummed softly. “’M fine,” you slurred. “Tired.”

The doctor smiled. “We’ll make sure you get lots of rest, okay?” You nodded. “You’ll stay here with us until you’re well enough to head home, how does that sound?”

You mumbled a ‘fine.’

“Okay.” The doctor’s smile looked almost strained before looking at your parents. “I’ll give you all a minute. Call us if you need anything.”

Your mother nodded. She was trying her damndest not to cry.

“What’s wrong?” you mumbled.

“Nothing,” your mother said, her voice soft but shaky. “We’re just happy you’re awake.”

You hummed and nodded.

“You did great today, (Y/N),” your father remarked. His voice sounded strained. “You’ll be out of here in no time.”

You smiled and nodded. You were starting to fall back asleep. Maybe once you’re more cognizant, you’ll ask about the surgery. And why your parents seemed so upset.

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𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ⁀ awaken and find out what happens after like word count. 0.6k. warnings. none.

“3, 2, 1, ACTION!”

The cameras flash, signaling that the recording has started. Y/N, Asta, and Sebastian stand on the side of stge, out of cameras view. Next to them are Yujin, Liz, and Wonyoung. In front of the cameras are Hades, Nadia, Jungwn and Riki. They all look fantastic, and by the way Nadia rolls on the balls of her feet in her flats, they can tell she’s excited.

“Oh my, do you guys hear that?” Nadia asks her three co-hosts, feigning confusion. The other three, look around innocently, before looking at Nadia.

“No, what are you talking about, Nadia?” Riki bites, and as soon as he does, a sweet melody plays through the studio. Hades and Jungwon sway to the beat of it, before it stops.

“That’s the sound of music! Welcome to Sound of Music, with your MC’s, Nadia, Riki, Jungwon, and myself, Hades!” Hades says smiling.

“It’s our first day as MCs. Are you all nervous too?” Jungwon recites his script perfectly. Y/N can’t help but chuckle softly at how corny it is, because it’s almost somewhat cute. Wonyoung seems to think the same, because a soft giggle comes from her. Y/N glances at her, and when the tall girl looks back they look forward, heat rushing to their face. They ignore the way Asta elbows them, watching the four mcs.

“Now, we welcome our guests, three members of two groups here to promote their new comebacks! Are you all ready to AWAKEN and find out what happens AFTER LIKE?” Nadia questions, and Y/N’s mouth curls inward in order not to burst out laughing. “Please welcome our guests, Asta, Sebastian, and Y/N of ETERNIA, as well as Yujin, Wonyoung, and Liz of IVE!” That’s their queue. With the inhale of a deep breath, they follow their older members onto the stage.

“So, Liz, could you tell us a bit about what After Like is about? This is your third single album, correct?” Riki asks.

“Right, and you guys sampled ‘I will survive’ Right?” Hades adds. ‘They’re really good at MC-ing.’ Y/N thinks as Liz answers the question. In fact, they don't realize they’ve spaced out until Asta nips them on their elbow. He has good timing too, because Jungwon looks at them, ready to ask them a question.

“Now Y/N, in your words, what does this new album AWAKEN mean to you?” Jungwon asks them, staring at them intently. They falter for a second, his hard gaze burning a hole into their head. They remain professional though, smiling dazzlingly.

“Well Jungwon, in my personal opinion, AWAKEN is about waking up and realizing and accepting who you truly are, and being that person in whatever way feels right to you. To stay true to yourself, no matter right or wrong is what it means to AWAKEN. To choose yourself in the face of adversity is what AWAKEN means to me. I hope it can mean the same to our fans.” Jungwon mods, turning to Wonyoung as Nadia asks her another question about AFTER LIKE. As they mentally pat themself on the back for that answer, they don't seem to notice or realize that seconds before, Wonyoung was ogling them.

A/N. GUESS WHOS BACK, BACK AGAIN?? its crazy so many mfs ik are coming back and updsting today like damn am i the blueprint or what😁 jk but anyways i hope you all enjoyed this!! i had alot of fun writing this so yeah(btw its not proofread and im seriously sleep deprived i woke up at four am so please understand thanks you love)

SYNOPSIS. Wonyoung & Jungwon are more alike then people think. Besides the basics, like being the same age and both being idols, they both enough the same types of music, stan the same groups, and they both have a crush on ETERNIA’s maknae. Only two problems. The world is convinced they’re secretly dating and they both know that the other likes Y/N L/N

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[haruchyio]

Random bonten hc kpop idol au??

(not a request btw)

OMG I just had this thought of Sanzu,Ran, Rindou and their s/o who is also a kpop idol covering the song ‘Trouble Maker’- By Hyuna and Hyungseung is MAKING ME GO WILD OMG

bonten as idols hcs

— characters. haruchiyo sanzu, haitani ran, haitani rindou x female!reader (separate)

— themes. kind of suggestive but nothing too explicit, just dancing

— manjiro sano, hajime kokonoi, kakucho ver.

— i've been thinking about this for a while now 😭 i'm sorry if i answered this late <3 but FUCK HARU AS AN IDOL??#?#?# DANCING TO TROUBLEMAKER!£!£!£( IM DEAD

# haruchiyo sanzu. — " as it continues i fall in deeper "

he does not hide the fact that he's infatuated with the artist he's currently collaborating with: you, but because of his contract and company policy, he can't deny nor accept any claims the media had craved for to write in their headlines.

however, even if he stays quiet and keeps his mouth zipped about the whole ordeal, it's actually quite obvious to the fans that he's attracted to the female artist he's dancing on the floor with.

nevermind that the entire song itself is suggestive, and nevermind that the choreography is so sexualy enticing—cliché as it is, fans see his feelings with the way his eyes keeps it's focus on you even though the rule of the dancing world is to keep your eyes on the crowd.

'hot,' haruchiyo could feel the sweat dribbling down his forehead and at the back of his neck even though the stadium is already quite cold. the red spotlight shines down on you as he holds you in his arms. his face tilted towards you as if going in for kiss, feeling the warmth of breath fanning his flushed cheeks while you both sang your lines in perfect sync, faces only centimeters away from meeting.

even when he pulls away, he could still smell the sweetness of your perfume and it's slowly making him addicted. his eyes were locked on you the whole time, never leaving your body while he weaves through the dance floor. fans hollered, squealing at the interaction, but he does not hear it at all. he does not hear the crowd and the way they sing with him. he does not hear the song that leaves his lips (though he deeply hopes that the playback will be able to cover up his mistakes if he ever managed to make one); all he could hear is the loud beats of his steadfast heart and his low breathing against the mic.

although he's not sure if it's because he's tired of dancing or if it was something else entirely.

# haitani ran. — " little bit more more more, as i go more more more "

he does not give a fuck about the media nor his contract. he knows that his company wouldn't ever think about kicking him out just because he's open about his admiration towards you; after all, he's the one bringing all the money in and eventually the one bringing food on their table.

he openly flirts with you to the point that the media eats everything up. all interactions with him are seen as you both being in a "lovey-dovey" relationship. he does not deny the media when they made a false accusation of you being in a relationship, but he expresses instead that he's happy people had thought that he's worthy enough to be in your league.

his hands travelled around your waist, feeling the curve of your body making contact with his skin and he involuntarily shivered as he tried his best to maintain a professional appearance on the stage. it does not help at all that you were wearing such a revealing outfit—the short skirt you're wearing flutters around you as you moved your hips to the beat, and he gulps down the lump in his throat when he feels you pressing yourself to his chest.

'this was the choreography' he repeats, and he tried his best to contain the excitement that bubbled inside him when the smell of your expensive perfume invades all of his senses that it almost drived him insane. 'this was the choreography,' he repeats once more but it's hard when the spotlight showered you with a red hue and your hips swayed in ways that he thinks are too sinful to even stare at.

in the end, ran finished the dance and he rushed to the backstage, panting as if he's just ran a marathon. staff may think it was because he's tired, but the fans know it's not that at all.

# haitani rindou. — " i steal your lips again and run far away "

rindou shies away from the media every chance he gets. he remains quiet even if people make false accusations of him being infatuated with his female colleague. and it's not because his company forbid him to make a statement without their explicit permission, nor is it because he can't necessarily say they were wrong for assuming so. he just doesn't care about what the media says in general.

although, he is quite obvious about it. it's the way he makes "subtle" changes in the choreography that wasn't supposed to be there. the way his touch lingers on your body for a second too long, or the way he seems reluctant when he's unlatching his hands from your body to proceed with the other steps.

'let's give them a surprise,' he remembered him saying at the back of the stage, minutes before your names were called to the stadium. his heart leaps when you smiled back, 'let's give them a show.'

it was a mutual agreement, he thinks. he can't deny that he found it hot the way you seemed like you could read his mind. as he danced on the center of the stage, with you in between his arms, he smirks when you flashed him one of your own, the corners of your red-stained lips lifting up—too subtle for the crowd to miss, but he sees it nonetheless because his eyes were all on you the whole time. he lets his emotions leak out of him with the way his movements becomes more precise, and more graceful. the fans had never seen him smile the way he was doing now, and they wonder if he's got something up his sleeve.

when the songs comes to an end, he slings an arm around your shoulder and it should have ended there; but the audience gasps audibly when they watched you cup his cheek, and your lips meet his before the stage drags you back down.

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