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munsster · 2 years ago

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hi hi! could u maybe do robin x gn!reader where they move in together to a small apartment and while unpacking the reader finds robin's old record player and they end up dancing? i hope that makes sense HDSJADH

i love ur writing vv much! thank uu <3

two left feet

A/N: yes!! i will RUN with any excuse to write slow dancing

Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN!Reader

Summary: Your new, shared apartment wouldn’t be the same without its first dance. 0.9k words.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, cursing, too many [pre] 80s music references

“How come you never mentioned you had one of these things?” you chirp with an armful of sleek white speaker wrapped up in thin black wire, connected to the port of a metallic record player. Robin cradles a flimsy cardboard box heavy with paperbacks, plopping it on the couch with a thud. “All this time sharing my shitty Walkman when we coulda been cranking this baby up to eleven—”

“Thought you knew,” she says, flicking her bangs out of her face with a sniffle, “you’ve seen my record collection. Why would anybody need that many albums if they never listened to any of ‘em?”

“Well, by that logic, why does anybody collect anything?”

“Fair point.” She squints and reach for your waist. But you sit criss-cross on the deep purple shag before she can catch you. Already rifling through her

“Let’s see, The Cars, Teena Marie—starting off strong, Buckley, what else you got?—Berlin? Meh. Heart? Gettin’ there”—thick-cased albums and extended plays stack up between teeny bopper pop singles, but the electro-funk-rock music just isn’t what you’re looking for. She sighs and sorts the records into their new shelf inside the cabinet, sliding down and flopping against the wood. Then you gasp—“This is the one.”

“What?” she says, crouching down with her chin on your shoulder, but you press the single to your chest and chuckle, fiddling with its sleeve and setting the delicate vinyl on the solid black turntable.

“You’ll see,” you hum, “or… you’ll hear.” The needle crackles through the old stereo, scraping along the smooth edge of the record, and you scoot closer to the player on your knees. You close your eyes when his voice sweeps through the speaker, rattling with low quality and age, but the symphony plays, too, and she smiles down at you.

You glance over your shoulder, and her hand is limp reaching for you, fingers curved to welcome your own, and clammy shuffling along your first carpeting. Shared carpeting. It’s tacky, sure, but pretty soon it’ll be vintage and fill your apartment with tender value. Though, home has always been priceless.

She holds you to her torso with a kiss to your forehead, sweat clinging to the neck of her loose, floral button up. Her hair gathers in a disheveled knot at the nape of her neck, and your fingertips brush over the damp skin where you draw her in.

And you hum to the words she sings along: “I’ve seen that road before. It always leads me here. Leads me to your door.” Only a breath away, she can taste the sweet strawberry balm left soft on your mouth, soothing because she’s a little chapped after a day of hard work.

She abandons crooning to be golden with her lips pressed to yours. To be glorious even if she’ll never be a household name. Revered in the palms of your hands even for a short time like running water. To settle into the shallow lines in your face only nestled into existence by joy. Even if you’ll dry her away, once, she remembers, she was there.

In attempt to christen the living room, she sways you. All the while pecking your lower lip with your head tilted back. All the while her hand curves along your spine. And try as she might to be suave, her floundering is not subtle. Not to you, at least.

“Shit, shit,” Robin huffs, pulling away when you laugh and your shoe slips off. She stumbles into you, and you catch her. “Sorry. Dancing’s not exactly my thing.”

“We don’t need to dance,” you say with a shrug, arms tightly folded into the back of her shirt when she grins and leans down. To catch you once more on her lips, if only for a single fleeting moment she’ll get to be drunk. Contact high when you sweep your thumb between her shoulder blades.

Between each kiss flirted against your mouth, she rasps out, voice vicious with honey and staggering prose: “Anyway you’ll never know the many times I’ve tried. And still they lead me back.”

“I’m crazy about you, Buckley,” you whisper against her neck as she swallows thickly. You twirl a fallen strand of hair back behind her ear, kissing the butterfly studs you bought her for your first-kiss-anniversary. You told her butterfly kisses count, advocating for kiss equality while refusing to even kiss her cheek without an admission. She folded at noon and clobbered you with a sloppy make out session in your rattletrap car.

“Not crazier than I am,” she teases, pinching your side. You smile and shake your head.

“There’s just no winning with you, is there?”

“I’m very competitive when it comes to the things I’m passionate about,” she says, “and oh, baby, am I passionate about you—”

“Geez, what’d you take a class in corny or somethin’?”

“Pssh, you love it,” she says, nipping at your jaw as your fingertips curl into her biceps and you chuckle.

“I know,” you sigh. And you go back to resting into the contours of her body.

“Don’t keep me waiting here,” she sings, eyes closed because feeling you is enough in the fragility of the world’s state. It’s enough to be held and loved and warm in your own home, swaying with her, daydreaming while you both smell of sweetish musk and peach soap. A vamp is enough to carry a song, but if she sang every one, they’d be just as good acapella. No need for gaudy theatrics, no satin curtains or flashy lights. Just the way she blinks her doe eyes and coos—“Lead me to your door.”

masterlist

#robin buckley fic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x gn!reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley #stranger things #x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #*#fluff #maya hawke #maya hawke x reader

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it’s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."

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myjjbaby · 5 years ago

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okay so a jj request where the reader has been keeping it a secret from jj that she’s epileptic (they’re dating) and then one night when they’re at a party and jj gets into a fight and she gets really overwhelmingly stressed from trying to get him to stop that it triggers a seizure, maybe like only kie knows she’s epileptic or something?? idk i totally get it if u aren’t comfortable writing this i just love ur writing and yeah ((:

i didn’t know

author’s note - guess who’s back, back again!! here’s a request surrounding mental illness and I just want to note that I am in no way intending to romanticize epilepsy or seizures, I just think that someone could really benefit from having a story that might fit with them and including a form of comfort through writing. big thanks to @jjmaybanx for her help because she helped me figure out a way to best portray what I wanted to get across.

synopsis - requested by anon! you kept a really big secret and it all crumbles away along with your so called perfect day.

warnings - epilepsy, seizing, underage drinking, fighting, overall angst for 1.6k. if any of these topics are possibly triggering to you please don’t read and if you have any concerns including me feel free to reach out.

Today was a perfect day. The sunrise was peeking through the window of John B’s spare room when you woke up, your blue eyed boy wrapped around you. You spent the better half of the morning admiring his peaceful features, blushing when he caught your stare.

“Morning, baby,” he smothered your cheek with an open mouth kiss, giggles erupting as he wrapped you in his arms, “you liking your view.”

You hummed lightly in agreement and continued to stare lovingly at your boyfriend. He traced your face with calloused fingers, brushing along the bridge of your nose as he watched you flush. JJ pulled you into his chest and your head rested comfortably on his collarbone while he kissed your hair.

“C ‘mon lovebirds, time to catch the waves.”

JJ groaned at John B, throwing an empty beer can at the door.

“Fuck off, let me hold my girl. It’s too early, the waves probably suck anyway.”

“JJ, it’s half past noon. Let’s go,” the brunette threw a muscle tank and a red baseball cap at your boyfriend, “Kie and Pope are already in the van.”

You smiled before trying to slip out of his grip and climb off the navy sheets. JJ caught your wrist in his warm hand, pulling you back into his familiar hold.

“J, we’ve gotta get up.”

He shook his head, curls tickling the underside of your jaw. Not long after, the two of you were packed into the back of the rusty Volkswagen with your boards trapped to the top.

JJ held you in his lap, kissing your neck when you threw your head back with laughter. His hands slipped under the gray fabric top you stole from him and prodded at the bikini strings. You slapped his hand away but he just smirked and continued twirling the purple straps between his fingertips.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” John B’s voice broke through the lively chatter, “let me present to you the finest Outer Banks waves ever.”

And he wasn’t wrong, the ocean was still wild from the surge of the hurricane a few days ago and the curl of each wave crashed beautifully. The Pogues climbed out of the beat up van before unstrapping all of the surfboards, John B and JJ running ahead with loud cheers being carried by the wind. You giggled as you carried your board alongside Kie, stopping just short of the sea. Looking over at the tanned girl, you sent her a wink and a bump to her hip before gliding off after your boys.

“You left a couple waves for me?”

“Of course,” the blonde reached his hand out to squeeze yours, “always do.”

The water was cool, relaxing her muscles, and JJ smiled, watching you absorb the sunshine. You all stayed out on the waves until your fingers were pruned and your eyes couldn’t stay open from the amount of salt water splashed on you.

Drifting back to shore, JJ was quick to grab your hand and bring it up to his face for a kiss. You felt content when John B drove the group to the Boneyard, a metal keg placed between you and Pope. The first kegger of the summer to end a perfect day.

A filled red solo cup quickly found its way into your hand and the bonfire burnt brightly as everyone showed up. Your fellow resident of the Cut, the Kooks from Figure Eight, and those clueless Tourons. You noticed your boyfriend’s grip pulling you back into his chest, successfully stumbling you away from the drunk idiots who couldn’t take a hint when JJ glared at them.

“Bub, ignore them.”

“I can’t.”

You chuckled when he clenched his jaw with jealousy.

“You have no reason to worry,” he hummed, features softening when they set on you, “I’m all yours, J.”

The night seemed to carry on without a hitch until a smooth hand slipped its way over your thigh. The soft skin contrasted the familiar roughness of JJ’s touch. You slipped your body away from the stranger’s eager touch.

“Where you going, girly?”

“Away from you.”

“I think you should stay right here wi-“”

His vulgar suggestion was cut off by a ring covered fist that you could recognize anywhere. JJ pushed you behind him as he overshadowed the clueless drunk boy. You could feel the blonde’s anger coming off him in waves, hand clenching and ripping his arm away when you went to hold him back. Your boyfriend was blinded by anger and his protectiveness over you.

“Stay the fuck away from my girl, you hear that?”

“What’s your problem?”

Wrong move, dumbass. JJ’s back was tense with bottled emotions, his breathing labored as he watched the Touron stand up.

“My problem? You thinking it’s okay to grab my girlfriend or any girl like that, that’s my problem.”

Like a fuse run out, JJ lunged at the stranger as a harsh gasp escaped your throat.

“J!”

He was seeing red, too absorbed by his anger to notice your cries or fastened breathing. Kiara, however, noticed when your hand lifted to your shirt, grasping the fabric as strangled heaves pressed out of your body.

“Y/N? Y/N! Hey, hey, c ‘mon, don’t give out on me,” she watched as you stumbled into a dune, collapsing to the sand, “Y/N? You still with me?”

Kie watched as your gaze fogged over as if you were in a daze. She quickly moved the rocks and driftwood from near you and shouted for Pope or John B’s attention, the two boys rushing to your side.

“Pope, start timing. We’re about five seconds in right now.”

“Timing? That’d only happen if Y/N was having a sei- shit, okay.”

“John B, help me roll her onto her side.”

The two best friends turned you over as your arms began to tremble.

“Eleven Mississippi, twelve Mississippi…”

John B watched on helplessly before realizing JJ wasn’t by your side. Running back into the crowd and pushing through the circle formed around the fight, the brunette grabbed your boyfriend and tugged him towards you.

“Baby? Hey, hey, baby? Kiara? what’s happening?”

“She didn’t- she didn’t tell you,” Kie searched JJ’s panicked gaze for some kind of recognition.

“Tell me what? Kiara? What the fuck is happening?”

“She’s having a seizure! She’s epileptic! The fight must’ve overwhelmed her and triggered a seizure.”

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know,” he mumbled to himself shuffling closer to your frozen body. JJ stared back at Kie before turning to your disoriented figure laying out of the sand. He fell to his knees beside you, grabbing your face to try and comfort you.

“JJ, don’t touch her!”

“What? Why?”

“You can’t just grab her when she’s like this. You need to cool off and wait for it to end.”

“I- I didn’t- I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”

Harsh sobs were pulled from his chest as he gripped his hair tightly. JJ had never felt so useless watching you, the girl he loved, struggling and he didn’t even know how to help you.

“W- Wh- What just, what just h- happened?”

Kie sighed when she watched you slowly come out of your stunned state. You glanced around bewildered not knowing where you were or how you got there.

“You had a seizure, Y/N. There was a fight and it just stressed you out,” she watched the panic cross your face again, “hey, it’s okay. Everyone is okay. You’re okay.”

You quickly scanned the group in front of you until your eyes landed on tear filled blue ones. You breathed in a short gasp seeing your boyfriend so torn up in front of you.

“JJ?”

He slowly inched towards you until he pulled you onto his lap like countless times before, but this time felt different.

“Could we have a minute?”

JJ glanced up at his friends before they all nodded and stepped away, clearing the infamous beach of the wandering partygoers. You didn’t dare look back up at the blonde boy, hating the pained look you knew would greet you if you did.

“I- I’m so sorry,” you fiddled with your fingers until he slowly gripped your own, pulling you deeper into his frame.

“Y/N, this isn’t something you can just keep from me.”

“I know, I know and I really am sorry. It was unfair of me to keep something like this from you. I just wanted to be normal.”

JJ nodded slightly, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.

“I felt so hopeless. I didn’t know what the hell was happening and when I tried to help I just made it worse.”

“That’s my fault,” he vigorously shook his head, “yes, it is. I love you and should’ve told you.”

You sat in silence, JJ’s legs slotted between yours, his chin resting on top of your head. You leaned back and pressed your lips to his temple and the blue eyed boy returned the gesture with a soft smile. The silence was peaceful and perfect until JJ shifted to look down at you.

“Do you think I could get away with using the internet at work?”

“What? Why?”

“Hurricane knocked the towers down and I need to do some research, so I can take care of you.”

“I love you, J.”

“Love you too, baby.”

#jj maybank #outer banks #recs #like damn #outerbanksedit #obxedit #fic rec #jj maybank x reader #obx jj #i want a jj so someone please supply one #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj #jj imagine

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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Hey! I was bored today, and decided to load up Hamilton and thought about your fics. I read them all, they're so good. Any chance you'll bless the fandom with another Hamliza fic? You do such a good job modernizing their relationship. Please consider writing something new, I'll take a paragraph, hell a sentence! lol. Anyway, love your blog and it's always great to see a post from you!

~Notes: holy fuck baby!!! This is so fucking beautiful and kind and so sweet and I can’t even begin to deal😭😭 You are such a sugarplum fairy and I love u to bits!! And the idea that you like my version of them is so crazy!! Ur an angel! And I’m screaming! I just love Eliza so much😭😭 I hope that you like this even slightly!!!!💜💜😌

A Reblog Is Worth A Galaxy!

Occasionally— when Alexander is a bit tipsy and a bit lonely and feeling lightly poetic— he thinks of the cobble stoned pieces that patch together the mosaic of his life. He remembers his mother’s faint laughter, and he pictures Eliza’s iridescent grin on the day of their wedding. He alternates reminiscing on the different nights at hospital after the birth of each of his children, how he’d count their tiny fingers and smaller toes while Eliza was slumped besides him— flushed and radiant and so, so miraculous. Though the latter half of that image wasn’t there eleven months ago, when she had given birth to baby Will three weeks after the editorial had been published— finally tipping the precarious state of his world to ruin with a brimstone sort of finality. Three weeks after the affair was made public and the light in her eyes that she had always glimmered with whenever gazing at Alexander, was scuffed away permanently, under the heel of his carelessness and his cruelty and his childish cravings to feel needed by someone— by absolutely anyone.

And as he rocks in the ornate, elm carved chair that his in-laws had bought for Philip’s nursery over sixteen years ago now— with his youngest son in arms— Alexander thinks that it’s right— that it only makes sense that in the handful of memories that are the cornerstones of his existence, Eliza is in the vast majority of them. Eliza with her quiet but strong resilience. Eliza with her breathtaking, but unassuming beauty. Eliza in how she’s always been the beacon of light— a personified�� essence of hope— in the center of the tempest that is his life. A quiet haven that he’s always depended on like nothing else.

Eliza has always been, and will always be the most vital part of it all, the lifeline that pumps breath to his lungs and blood to his heart and makes Alexander feel like he’s finally standing on solid ground. But he doesn’t get to say that out loud anymore, shouldn’t even think it in the privacy of his own mind. Not after the shattered look in her eyes had been embedded permanently, not after the separation had been officialize, and especially not now, while he’s trying to recall that old, French lullaby that Eliza had always crooned to their children before bed while she’s graciously pretending he’s not here.

It had been a stipulation in the agreement that they scrounged up over half a year ago now. Alexander has been relegated to the loft they keep in Murray Hill while Eliza and the children remain residing in the estate right outside the city limits— The Grange. But because she’s always been touched by an otherworldly kindness that Alexander has never witnessed in another soul, Eliza told him that mornings before school and dinners before bed are open for him to visit while she finishes the work she has for the non prophet she had helped build. “You don’t get to lose your kids just because it didn’t work out with us Alex— They’re your family and I won’t be the one to take them away from you, not ever.”

When she had said as much, quiet and precise and void of the warm inflections he would always lose himself inside of whenever she spoke— Alexander wanted to absolutely ball. He wanted to fall to his knees right then and beg her not to say that— not to toy with the idea that it was really and truly over between them. He wanted to tell her that he loves her, and he loves her and he’ll always love her no matter what.

But for perhaps the first time in his life, Alex had held his tongue and only thanked her for always being the best of the lot. He was afraid if he spoke his true thoughts out loud he’d make that torn, desperately pained look melt back into her features like those first few weeks after the Twitter trends and media frenzy and poisonous gossip spreading through the circle of blue bloods that Eliza had been the heiress of since birth, and where Alexander had fought tooth and nail to belong. But besides that, he thinks he was mostly terrified that she wouldn’t betray any emotion at all— That she’d stay still and frozen and detached— forever out of his reach all over again.

Alexander’s heart twists up in an ugly, painful sort of way at the memory of that tragic brunch between them, and he physically shakes his head— as if the pictures of that afternoon could just fall out his ears and disappear into the powder blue curtains like dust.

Gingerly, Alexander kisses Will’s downy hair, and sets him into the crib with a final inhale to get him through the night before coming back tomorrow morning. And while he pads through the hall, he quietly peers into the bedroom of each of his kids. Listens to the hushed snoring from Jamie and Johnny’s room, before he looked into how Angie has swathed herself with pink blankets in her own, finally glancing into Philip and AJ’s at the end of the hall, bracing himself for how his eldest inevitably tosses him a cursory glance from over his shoulder while he taps away on his new laptop. Philip’s stopped the sneers and the clipped replies after Eliza had scolded him for as much right after the pamphlet’s release, but the ice like overture between them hadn’t lessened, and no matter how much it breaks his heart that his pride and joy doesn’t ever look at him like Alexander is his hero— like he had when he was younger— he’s strangely proud. He’s proud that Philip is steadfast in his loyalty to his mother and has a moral code that Eliza had nurtured in each of them.

“You almost done with that civics paper?” He tries for broke, talking in a hush like he was afraid to spook him.

Philip’s jerky nod is all Alexander gets before he snaps his gaze back to the screen, and he takes it like a sacrament, gently shutting the door once again and shuffling downstairs to the main level of the house.

It feels like his heart lodges somewhere deep in his throat when he enters the living room only to be taunted with the sight of Eliza curled into the side of the sofa, nightgown loose on her shoulders, and dark hair piled into a messy topknot while she nibbles on the end of a pen that she’s most likely using to mark up the novel in her hands. It’s the same volume of Arthurian legends that she’s been paging through for the past few days, and he knows it’s something to do with a child at one of the group homes she visits on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, the one who is enthralled by the folklore of it all.

And it’s like an ache— a gnawing and crippling sort of yearning that he feels as he watches the image of her that he’s seen a hundred times before, wanting to thumb at the ink smattering her cheek and lips and chin. And if this was a year ago he would’ve done just that— Hell, he would’ve kissed them away with tender lips as he gathered her small form into his arms and he would’ve waxed poetic about her and her mind and her body all night long.

Or maybe not.

Maybe he would’ve simply teased her before dropping a kiss to her forehead and retreating to his study to finish the latest bill that the president wants on the house floor before the next congressional recess. Maybe Alexander never really deserved her and it took this— them split apart and tattered— for him to realize all the things he should’ve done. All the exaltations he should’ve whispered against her skin and all the caresses he should’ve massaged against her bones and all the ways he should’ve worshipped her all along. And when Eliza looks up— a strand of hair falling prettily over a large eye and the moonlight dancing atop her with a graceful sort of panache— he feels a sick sort of despair that maybe he’ll never get that chance again. Maybe she’ll leave it to Andre now.

The thought of John Andre makes Alexander’s insides pulse with a sort of anger he doesn’t think he’ has ever known, makes his fucking arteries clog with distain. But he hasn’t said anything about him to Eliza, even though he knows that ever since her ex-boyfriend has moved back into town, he’s been pursuing her non-stop, was regaled about the flowers and the letters and the diamond tennis bracelet by a peculiarly snide, but disappointed Angelica, and he knows that his sister-in-law, between her own children and her own job as the secretary of sate, has been silently rooting for Alexander to get his shit together, to prove himself worthy enough for a second chance with the sister she loves with all her heart. And he thinks that it’s almost funny that one of the most brilliant minds he’s ever known, isn’t perceptive enough to understand that Alexander had never been worthy enough for a chance with Eliza in the first place. So it’s fucking impossible now, with everything that has past and all the ghosts between them.

“Oh,” Eliza says once she finds him just standing their, gazing down at her like some sort of pathetic drifter trying to find respite from a prophet. “Will fell asleep then?”

“Erm, yeah. Yeah he was good.” Alexander replies, tries not to sputter. “Only one who’s up is Pip.”

“Not for long,” Eliza mutters mischievously, tapping a finger against her nose with an endearing sort of diffidence. “I switched the coffee out for decaf before dinner. I reckon he’s got another forty-five minutes in him.”

Alexander can’t help the choked out laughter that spills from his lips, and can’t help relishing in the helium like levity streaming through his extremities— the heady feeling that only Eliza’s ever been able to evoke. “You’re wicked.”

“I’m a concerned mother, and our son is a bit of a spaz if you hadn’t noticed?” She retorts mildly, single brow cocked as she returns to her novel. And no— God no, Alexander can’t refrain from delving back into the easy, life affirming bliss it has always felt when they talked with one another— whether it’s platitudes or past traumas or anything in-between. So like a man about to plunge into the churning ocean waves— ready for death or the best thrill of his life— Alexander eases besides her, three feet apart but close enough to smell Eliza’s favorite jasmine shampoo wafting in the space between them.

“You enjoying the legends then?”

Eliza flickers her bright eyes back to him, uneasy and guarded. And it hurts like nothing else when he remembers how he was once able to read her open face like a favorite book that had been highlighted and underlined to hell. “Uh-huh, it’s an interesting set of stories. I think I understand why Dante enjoys them so much.”

“OH?”

“Mhmm. There’s this one myth, about one of Arthur’s knights, Sir Gawain, who was promised to this old crone and when he kisses her she becomes a fair maiden.”

Alexander isn’t sure what is going on here, knows that this is the most Eliza’s spoken to him outside the children’s schedules for months, but he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he nods along eagerly, silently pleading for her to continue on with the summary.

“Yes, well. After she transforms, she gives him a ultimatum of sorts. Tells him that either she can stay beautiful in the daylight while they’re apart, or only at night while they’re together.” She meets his gaze head on— steadiness boring into his uncertainty. And even though he still hasn’t a clue what’s happening, he feels it in his bones that this is so very important, so he doesn’t falter, breathes in deep and doesn’t let his glance stray to her lips or her collarbone or where her hands are clutching tightly to the volume now.

“And what did he choose?”

Eliza purses her lips, like she’s not sure to tell him anymore, but something in his expression must’ve convinced her, because she shrugs a slight shoulder while standing and slapping the book shut. “He doesn’t. Tells her it’s her choice and her’s alone.”

And oh.

It’s like a punch in the gut when Alexander finally comprehends.

“Good,” he says, voice gone a bit haggard. “He should just wait until she makes up her mind.”

Remarkably, that seems to have been the right thing to have said, because the ends of Eliza’s plump lips actually quirk up into an etherial grin that’s not so threadbare like all the ones he’s seen for far too long.

“Good night, Alexander.”

“Good night, Eliza,” he replies, feeling like sunlight is finally beginning to filter through the frost when her small hand dusts across his cheek for only a sparing moment. And while he watches her putter upstairs, Alexander knows with all his heart that he would wait for an eon just for Eliza to decide whether he’s worth letting back into her world.

~My FIC Index~

Is where you can read my other Hamliza works!!!

#HAMLIZA #HAMILTON #ALEXANDER HAMILTON #ELIZA SCHUYLER HAMILTON #ELIZA SCHUYLER #Spilt ink #sweetest missives #you're an angel babe and I really hope you like this

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fmsaint · 5 years ago

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greetings loved ones ... my name is dani or dab or d or wtvr u would like to call me , i’m twenty , kickin it in pst , and i prefer she/they pronouns ! i’m so excited to start writing w all of u :’) . i could probably continue rambling on about myself for days because i don’t know when to shut up BUT i will spare u that and move on to rambling about my boy , saint , instead . pls enjoy this mess of an introduction , and if anything piques ur interest enough to bless me with a plot , pls smash that mf like button so i can come bother u 🙏

do my eyes deceive me , or did i just see SAINT SILVEIRA getting out of the car in hunnington ? i guess HE’S living around ROCK SPRINGS , which i could’ve guessed . hopefully they can keep their FACETIOUS & STUBBORN shit to themselves , and focus on being CHARMING & FREEWHEELING to avoid any problems .

FULL NAME : saint stefano silveira

AGE : twenty - two

GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis male + he / him

ORIENTATION : bisexual / biromantic

ZODIAC : scorpio sun , leo rising , capricorn moon

BIRTHDAY : november 13th , 1998

LOVE LANGUAGE : physical touch

OCCUPATION(S) : professional pain in the ass

DRINKING / DRUGS / SMOKING : yes / yes / yes

TRAITS : stubborn , hotheaded , dramatic , standoffish , brash , facetious , distant , provocative , inconsistent , unpredictable , charming , hypocritical , protective , freewheeling , confident , persuasive , untrustworthy , secretive , reticent , eloquent , loyal .

the story begins in hunnington beach , north carolina , when a move - in semi - truck came peeling down the streets of rock springs . saint was eleven when he moved here , and as far as he’s concerned , that was when real life finally started .

nobody really knows anything about saint’s past --- just that he moved to nc at a young age with his uncle guilio . it was only the two of them in a giant , empty house .

even as a child , he was rather standoffish and reticent . you’d ask him where he was from and all you’d get was a blank stare . over time , he started learning to just lie to get people off his back , but the stories never lined up . he didn’t want them too ; he didn’t care . depending on the day , he’d tell you he’s from los angeles , from new york , from toronto , from chicago , from atlanta , from vancouver , from san diego ... and it’d change if you asked him again .

the only insight that the town ever got of saint’s life was the day before his eighteenth birthday , when the loud sound of sirens and the flashing lights of police cars filled the usually - quiet gated community . uncle guilio was seen being escorted out of the house in handcuffs , and saint was nowhere to be found ... until a week later , when he popped back up as if nothing had happened at all . nobody ever knew why guilio was arrested , or where saint had been , or how he’d come back untouched . the only person that knew was saint himself , and people knew better than to trust his word . it’s something that everybody knows about , but nobody really knows about , if that makes any sense . rumors about the entire thing were the talk of the town for weeks .

how saint manages to keep such a gigantic and well - maintained house is unknown . he doesn’t have any sort of job ; he doesn’t have anybody else living with him anymore . everything about him is a mystery . you think you have him figured out , but then you don’t .

it doesn’t make him an outcast though . the fact that he’s an enigma is part of his charm . people see him , they want to get to know him , and he’ll let them believe that they’re getting some insight , when they’re really not getting anything . incredibly skilled at making you feel like you know him on a deeper level , when in reality , you’ve barely scratched the surface .

he’s not a malicious person either . he’s more standoffish than anything else . definitely has a sour attitude , but won’t purposely hurt someone just for the sake of hurting them . now would he annoy someone for the sake of getting on their nerves ? absolutely .

very much a free spirit . it’s evident now that he’s trying to let go of his past and just live life to the fullest . fully believes and lives by the statement ‘ try anything once ’ , and tends to be a huge adrenaline junkie . loves partying .

a very private person , which is pretty obvious . people that he lets get close to him still don’t know much about his family or anything like that , but they learn quickly that he’s more than just two - dimensional . he’s actually very witty and fun , loyal , and fiercely protective of the people he cares about .

really just has this facade of being untouchable or unapproachable , but once you really do get to know him , he’s not half as bad as rumors make him out to be . i’m not gonna say he’s a good person , but he’s not that bad .

wanted connections wise , i’d love everything . i know that’s ... not helpful at all though so i’ll jot some ideas down really quickly . and all of these connections will work for muses of any gender .

hookups , fwb , ewb , one - night stands are a must . saint’s pretty much just .... alone , so he looks for comfort in other people , but never wants them to stay .

that being said , i’d like maybe one or two exes . they still would be in the dark about saint’s family / past / u know , but he would’ve fallen for them really hard if he was willing to put a label on things . give me a big heartbreak because that’s super spicy .

along those lines ... someone he wasn’t willing to put a label on for ? he broke their heart because of his unwillingness to commit ? i can definitely see that happening .

party friends , please ! ride or dies .

he’s a bad influence on your muse / your muse is a good influence on him . he rlly needs it

best bros . a bro squad , perhaps . please i need this chaos

unlikely friends are always spicy

enemies because i’m sure he has a lot of them one way or another . he is truly a pain in the ass

this is so bad help me pls let’s just think up something together i promise it’ll be so nice and fun and fresh

#u know what .... this took forever and it's still bad #and what about it #cancel:intro

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rainydawgradioblog · 5 years ago

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Rainy Dawg Radio’s Best of the 2010s!

ALBUMS

Palberta - Bye Bye Berta

Palberta is a band that somehow manages to scratch almost every musical itch I have. Nowhere else have I heard a band successfully hold three part harmonies over squeaky atonal guitar riffs and abstract drum thrashing. Although I wouldn’t categorize them as twee, noise rock, post-punk, indie pop, no-wave, or any other genre name for that matter, they distill everything I love from all these types of music and mush it into something beautifully stinky. In my eyes, their 2017 album Bye Bye Berta stands as the definitive statement of what Palberta’s all about. With 20 tracks clocking in at under half an hour, the album wastes no time on filler. Skronky punk riffs burst apart at the seams and a sweet little lo-fi love song comes out of the wreckage, only to be replaced by an abstract tape sample collage. The band also has an incomparable mastery over lyricism, as evidenced by such classics as Finish My Bread (Finish my finish my finish my bread, finish my finish my finish my bread, etc…) and Trick Ya (HEY! Don’t trick me, I’m gonna trick you! HEY! Don’t trick me, I’m gonna trick you!). Highlights include the endearingly ramshackle and stupid pretty “Honey, Baby” and their cover of “Stayin’ Alive” (Jenny’s eating burgers and everybody’s shakin’ and stayin’ alive!)

- Elliott Hansen

Alex G - DSU

Shit if you know me you know I live for that sad bastard indie music. That’s exactly what DSU does best. Probably my most played record of the 2010s, this album’s lo-fi indie rock overfloweth. The opener, After Ur Gone, is on the noisier side of the album’s spectrum along with the squealing guitar of Axesteel and Icehead (peep the scream vocals in his live performances), while songs like the instrumental Skipper exemplify why Frank Ocean tapped Alex for the Self Control riff on Blonde. The emotional core of the record, Sorry, gets right back to the Elliott Smith comparisons that we know and love: lyrics of trauma, drugs and apologies included. My favorite song is Harvey; it smacks me right in the younger brother emo spot, with “run my hands through his short black hair I say / ‘I love you Harvey I don’t care’”. While not as chaotic as House of Sugar, twangy as Rocket, or psychedelic as Beach Music, this record is Alex G comfort music at its finest.

- Max Bryla

Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma

Picture this: J Dilla, Madlib, and Aphex Twin all come together to create an album with little more than some old Coltrane records and an original Xbox at their disposal. The end result is like a trip through the universe. Yet the album comes from the mind of a single individual, who sits in the cockpit with a mischievous grin on his face: Steven Ellison, known professionally as Flying Lotus. The opening track, ‘Clock Catcher’, feels like Ellison slamming his foot onto the ignition so hard that it snaps out of place, shooting into the heavens at the speed of light before the listener can even strap in. Whirling through the stars, the rest of the album is the journey home from the expanse, often melancholic, often wondrous, always changing. From the punchy, off-kilter rhythms of tracks like ‘Nose Art’ and ‘Computer Face//Pure Being’ to the fat synth melodies of ‘Dance of the Pseudo Nymph’, ‘Recoiled’, and ‘Do The Astral Plane’, Flylo is always striking the listener from a different sonic vantage point. You can tell he’s having the time of his life with each of these songs, wanting to share every bit of it with our eardrums. After countless listens, I’m still finding new things about this album to appreciate. A complete masterpiece of cosmic epiphany fuel.

- Trey Marez

Ott. - Fairchildren

People throw so much music at me. And I remember this album was recommended to me back in high school, and I listened to it for the first time in zero-th period -- I think it was someone who went by the name “phryk” on IRC. And dang, it’s still such a good album! In what sense? It’s so well-mixed; that’s the first part. Secondly, it is just a wonderful listening experience from start to finish. If you need a good album of reggae, dub, electronic, here it is. One thing you shouldn’t do with this album: use it to test out speakers at Goodwill. The bass of this album was so good that I bought home a pair of speakers that turned out to be so bad.

- Koi Nil

Car Seat Headrest - Twin Fantasy

Bandcamp has been known for hosting some of our wildest dreams this decade, and when 2011 lobbed William Toledo’s first rendition of Twin Fantasy down my ears my life changed. Emotions are crushed to death in the back of parking lots, the lo-est of fi’s, and lyrics that trigger far and melancholy memories of the early 2010 zeitgeist swarmed with insecurity and Skype calls. The album is Toledo’s first cohesive piece, finally creating work with developed central themes, dedicating the first concept album of his life to falling in and consequently out of love. The album speaks as a mirror to itself, reflecting Will’s own joy and confusion towards falling conservatively and completely in love, until the sobering downward spiral back into isolation. I was only eleven when I let the album own me completely, and am only nineteen as I hold onto it for dear life. Twin Fantasy was never a perfect album, and Toledo recognized this as he re-released Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) in 2018, reinventing the album’s sound with a much higher fidelity, lyrical updates, and redone instrumentals that turn the original into an overture or prologue to be enjoyed separately for more context. Searing solos, cute doo-wop moments, sentimental lyrics, slap-happy drums, fish wearing business suits, dogs, coming out over Skype, smoking, not smoking, nice shoulders, waitresses, the Bible, the ghost of Mary Shelley’s frankenstein, cursive, they might be giant’s rip offs, not knowing SHIT about girls, stealing alcohol from our grandparents and grandparents, bruised shins, cults, fish, getting the spins, and being really really really sensitive to the sunlight. I’d fight for this album, listening to “Cute Thing” as I get RKO’d. Take the time to enjoy the ride, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. (It technically used to be a gay furry album, but now it’s techincally a straight trans furry album.)

- Cooper Houston

Sabaton - The Last Stand

Sabaton is every history teachers dream band. These Swedish power metallers educate the listener about the history of war by discussing various battles, conflicts, and figures. They do this through anthemic choruses, riffs that make your fist pump, and oddly enough synths that work surprisingly well. Since history interests me and I really like metal, Sabaton was pretty much made for me. This album will always have a soft spot in my heart and evoke fond memories as it was one of the first CDs I picked up after getting my license back in 2016. As I gained more independence and freedom as I approached adulthood, this was my soundtrack. This album lived in my CD player during this time as I listened to it over and over again, never once losing its replayability. Ranging from the American battalion that got lost in the Argonne Forest during WWI to Allied and Axis forces joining together to fight at the end of WWII, this album tells of various historical last stands. While this is certainly isn’t the best metal release of the decade, it’s still an extremely solid album. In this case, the sentimentality plays a larger role than anything. While it may not be found on any “Best Album of the Decade” lists, Sabaton’s The Last Stand will always hold a place in my heart and in my car’s CD player.

- Jack Irwin

CONCERTS

07/20/19: What the Heck? Fest @ Croatian Club, Anacortes, WA

Choosing a single favorite concert from the entire past decade seemed insurmountable until I decided to define it by the overall experience rather than exclusively the music. This past summer, I was lucky enough to be one out of barely over a hundred people at the first What the Heck? Fest in 8 years. The festival took place annually from 2001 to 2011, featuring PNW indie legends, K records icons, and all manner of dorky indie folk kids. WTH laid dormant until this past spring, when Phil Elverum (Mount Eerie) announced its return along with the revival of his long-dead initial moniker, the Microphones. I made the trip up from Seattle alone by train and bus, spent a little while wandering Anacortes (the Business was closed :( ) and made my way to the repurposed church which houses the Unknown and the Croatian Club. I ended up seated a few feet from Calvin Johnson in one direction and Kimya Dawson in another. I felt a little out of place at times, like a stranger in the middle of a 90s indie family reunion, but the atmosphere remained consistently welcoming. D+ opened the show, fronted by Bret Lunsford (formerly of Beat Happening), the founder and main organizer of WTH, and backed by Phil Elverum and Karl Blau, who played their own sets later in the night. K Records mainstays Lois and Mecca Normal were on next, delivering stripped down, socially-driven whisper punk/indie pop. Karl Blau led an outdoor sing-along and covered a Pounding Serfs song, who played the next set (their first in [a lot of?] years) for a total of two renditions of “Slightly Salted,” a song I could have listened to in every set that night. Phil hopped back onstage again alongside Lee Baggett to back Kyle Field from Little Wings, an indie-folk favorite of mine, with rambly half-nonsensical lyrics and plenty of soft strummed warm twangly guitars. Black Belt Eagle Scout delivered (comparatively) heavier sounds, coupling slow, soft sung melodies with fuzzed out shoegaze tones, building tension until the Microphones (Phil backed by Kyle, Karl, Lee and keyboardist Nicholas Krgovich) came out for the final set of the night. They opened with what I interpret as a 25-minute rendition of the then-unreleased Belief, which was later shortened to 7 and a half minutes as the opener to the new Mount Eerie record, Lost Wisdom pt. 2. Phil then played a handful of old Microphones tracks alone, including a version of The Glow pt. 2’s title track with reworked lyrics, as well as its closer, My Warm Blood, excerpts from the final Microphones album (confusingly titled Mount Eerie), and what I believe to be another unreleased song. I left with the most limited merch I’ve ever managed to snag: one of two Ziploc bags of lettuce with “the Microphones” and a small K records logo sharpied on the front. I felt bad eating my merch, but it sustained me through the cold Anacortes night as I wandered to and from poorly lit parks, killing time until my 4AM bus back to Seattle.

- Elliott Hansen

03/09/19: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (Solo) @ Vermillion Gallery, Seattle WA

Was really not sure what to expect from this one going in, but CYHSY’s s/t from 2005 has always been one of my favorite records. I hadn’t ever been to Vermillion in Capitol Hill, but it was hosting CYHSY on a “living room tour”, where Alec Ournsworth (vox, guitar, harmonica[!]) hit tiny spaces around the country. Vermillion sat 40 at most, and I got to check out some cool local art in the space as well. Alec’s trademark voice that (according to p4k) sounds “as if someone were pressing his vocal cords to a fret board and bending them” which is pretty damn accurate. Amongst CYHSY’s greatest hits (In This Home On Ice and Cool Goddess in particular), he also covered Pixies and Tom Waits through lively and exciting banter. Great dude, great music, great venue. My favorite of the 2010’s for sure.

- Max Bryla

11/14/18: Milo @ Vera Project, Seattle, WA

Milo, and the ruby yacht house band are poetic alchemists that constantly dish out hefty servings of succulent syllables with each new release. Kenny Segal who does the beats for a few of Milo’s songs (and other hip hop artists) opened by transporting the crowd into the ethereal realm with a few classics from his album: happy little trees. Once Kenny Segal finished, Milo accompanied by the ruby yacht house band jumped on stage. I was close enough that I could make out Milo’s squirtle tattoo on his bicep and waited for his vivid and veracious vocabulary to leave me in a state of decapitation. Crispy, potato chip like static (a Milo-live signature) was consumed ferociously by the crowd as he hit us with one banger after another. About halfway through the set Milo dropped the mic and went off stage into the back room. The ruby yacht house band was left Milo-less; their beat lingering in the air, festering with each hit of the snare. Milo returned a while later, wielding a pair of tap dancing shoes in one hand and a ukulele in the other. He put on the tap dancing shoes on stage, everyone in the audience screaming with his return. Donned with the tap dancing shoes and positioning his ukulele on his chest; he began to dance. Holy shit he was good too. Strumming the uke and tap dancing away I was utterly mesmerized. My eyes glued to his performance. Suddenly, as if stricken by some divine intervention, Milo seized the ukulele by the neck and smashed it against the ground, splintering into a thousand pieces. After his destructive fit, he picked the microphone back up and whispered into it emotionlessly: “Think about that”. I did. The whole experience was transcendental and instantly triumphed as my greatest concert of the decade. You KNOW I snagged a sliver of uke on my way out.

- Rocky Schaefer

08/07/17: Metallica @ CenturyLink Field, Seattle, WA

While Metallica has had its ups and downs throughout their career, they do one thing well, and that is putting on a damn good live show. Metallica built the best line-up I have ever seen, given the popularity of the bands they chose. With them they took Avenged Sevenfold, who I greatly dislike but are still a huge band, and Gojira, one of the best modern death metal bands on the scene. The sheer size of this concert was absolutely and extremely inspiring as Metallica was able to fill up CenturyLink Field, a venue usually reserved for pop artists who draw in thousands of attendees. The amount of people that attended signaled to me that metal is far from dead. While this tour was in support of their newest album Hardwired to Self Destruct, Metallica made sure to incorporate classics into their setlist including “Seek and Destroy,” “For Whom the Bell Tolls,” and “Battery.” James, Robert, Kirk, and Lars delivered a killer concert will tight playing and outstanding individual performances. Being able to see my music hero, James Hetfield, play live was truly a special experience. The one thing that stood out during the performance were the visuals. Each song had a unique and individual video effect on the large screens behind the band which made each song special and memorable it its own way. While I wasn’t close to the stage by any means, the crowd interaction created a unique experience that made me feel much closer than I really was. This concert wasn’t just a concert, but also a life-changing experience. Seeing the band that truly got me into metal, the thing that I rest my individuality on, is something that defined the decade for me and will live with me forever.

- Jack Irwin

SONGS

“You Are Here” - Yo La Tengo

This one I don't think I can fully explain. By miles, this is my most played song of all time. It is the opener of Yo La Tengo’s 15th album, There’s A Riot Going On. The album, and song, starts with the meditative synth line that builds into a pulsing rhythm over the course of the first minute. The rhythm maintains through the rest of the song, as casual guitar strumming is added and another synth that doesn’t sound all that dissimilar to Jonny Greenwood’s Ondes Martenot. My favorite part of the song, though, are the drum fills of the latter half: they crash and roll like the ocean. With or without the title of the song, the audio conveys a degree of presentness and contentedness that I haven’t been able to find elsewhere quite yet. I’d recommend it.

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jieunsapphic · 6 years ago

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getting to know jieunies!!

it’s eleven pm and i have nothing to do so here’s a little thing for ya while i work on helvetica!!

name

Faith

birthday

11/24/02

‘02 LINERS MAKE SOME MF NOISE

relationship status

single and on the way to “ready to mingle”!

piercings i have

i have one piercing in each ear,, the normal lobe piercings everyone has. got em when i was 11

the meaning behind my username!!

i love iu with all my heart, so that’s one. and bbibbi had just come out!!! i was listening to it on repeat since and it’s just POPPIN

groups i stan,,, hmm

that’s a long q to answer, so my top three bgs and ggs are STRAY KIDS, BTS, NCT + EXID, LOONA, and RED VELVET

favorite movie

my absolute favorite movie is flavors of youth, hands down. it’s netflix-exclusive, i believe, but UGH the symbolism in it all is amazing

a fact about my personality

my personality’s all over the place, but i’m really prone to being chaotically loud in the WORST situations sdjdfjlg

what i hate most about myself

the eyelashes on my left eye are fanned across my lashline differently compared to the other and it’s really hard to get a solid curl on em when applying mascara

what i love most about myself

i have an endless stomach when it comes to chinese food. and i’m also a really good taker/giver of advice!

idea of the perfect date

it’s hard to get into that without being sappy, but i’m down with anything. netflix is the BEST so i’m 100% forcing my s/o to watch strong girl bong soon with me i swear

weakness

i hate it when people yell at me, man. it’s HORRIBLE and it makes me cry

biggest turn on

moans,, its pretty hands down i guess??? i’ve had a lot of time to dabble around in nsfw accs that provide the best of the best so hit me up if u want links,, i don’t judge

a random fact i know

rubber bands last longer when they’re put in the fridge!!

the last time i cried and why

last night i was reading a book of poetry and it really hit me hard. it’s called light filters in by caroline kaufman if any of you are interested!

favorite food

the meatball marinara from subway hands (normal bread, toasted, olives and The White Cheese on top and sometimes avocados if i’m feelin’ it!)

chinese zodiac sign

i didn’t know it, so i looked it up! it’s horse :))

favorite season

definitely, infinitely autumn.

how long i take to get ready

well, i wake up at six, lie around until seven, and i’m out the door by seven thirty at the latest. it’s mostly around 20 mins or smth

somewhere i want to visit

i’m planning a trip to daegu and seoul, south korea after i graduate! i’ve wanted to go forever now ugh

other languages i speak

english is my first language, but i’m learning spanish in school and korean online!

the color of my eyes

they’re so brown they’re almost black woo

my love language

definitely korean. it’s been an amazing language, and as i pick it up, it’s all about the intonation. feeling words is so much different than hearing them, and korean’s all on that!! so, either that or italian.

talents

well, i’ve always had quite a knack for weaving words together to construct little galaxies - since i was little. i basically taught myself how to read - but i also sing! i’m gonna start looking for pdfs on music theory when i have the time!!

my ultimate bias(es)

male - mark lee, jeon jeongguk, and a tie between min yoongi and jung hoseok

female - seulgi, chungha, l.e.

there are a lot more but for time i condensed it!

concerts i’ve been to

i went to a casting crowns concert when i was little and i still, to this day, remember it. it was the best time i’d ever had at a concert.

last book i read

physical - we are okay by nina lacour

ao3 - up we go by oh_hey_tae

favorite ice cream flavor

matcha green tea or peach!!

cats or dogs?

cats all the way. all my dogs are dead so sdfklsdf

the song i am listening to right now

i’m listening to a playlist!! it’s soon to be revealed so i’ll give u my weekly one!

day or night?

night! i’m not good at,, functioning during the daytime imsorry

do i like roller coasters?

hell no i don’t i’m black enough to have some sense

lucky number?

i don’t have one, honestly

favorite quote

the one where yoongi says he wants to be a rock in his next life,,, that shit sPEAKS TO ME

how long have i liked kpop?

going on 5 years!!! it all started with tvxq! and just,,,, zoomed from there

favorite album?

iu’s flower bookmark 2!!! it’s the BEST when u listen in order

what i find attractive in other people

the first thing i see is hands, but the first thing i notice is personalities and voices!!

my battery percentage

i’m on a desktop computer, man,,,, this thing stays plugged for years

what i’m doing tomorrow

i have church in the morning and i’m probably gonna come home and make fideo bc i don’t have school on monday turn up

nationality

i’m american like the cheese, fam

favorite song

it always varies but one i’ve stuck true to is le festin by camille! it’s in french!! y’all its the one at the end of ratatouille how much better can it get?????????

stuffed animals i own

i have this lamb that has been with me since i was born and that’s pretty much it

witches or vampires?

witches, because twitches was my sHIT when i was a kid, and bc i have read of magic and maladies so much that it’s so cute i love yoonkook

my favorite holiday

up to here it’s been so hard not to spell it with a u oh my goD

but it’s probably christmas!! i love love love pentatonix’s christmas music and i have since i was in like sixth grade ugh weary emoji fist emoji this is where its AT

the color of my toothbrush

that’s the most random fuckin question on this list sjlffgjklghdjfg it’s purple!

go-to comfort food

macaroni and cheese, made the RIGHT WAY, complete with three or more cheeses and cayenne pepper and bread crumbs

coffee or tea?

i’m a tea person! coffee has been known to give me panic attacks every time i fw it, so yeah that’s my cardio

description of my crush

i’ve known him for like eternities and we always argue over why bts is so popular sljfsdf he calls me detective a lot it makes me wanna DIE he’s so nice and he pisses me off royally also do his glasses get thinner every year or what i can’t tell

a song that made me cry

it’s always, always gonna be by the stream (개여울) by iu. that song makes me BAWL it reminds me of another song that makes me cry, all honor by ron kenoly!! both amazing vocalists. take the time out of ur day/night please!!! <3

favorite k-drama

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW ITS STRONG GIRL BONG SOON IT’S THE BEST THING SINCE BETTY WHITE GO WATCH IT GO WATCH IT

this was lots of fun!! i hope y’all learned a little more about me through this skldfsdf

don’t hesitate to message me! i don’t bite unless u want me to wink wink no wait

i’m gonna tag @bambams-a-babe, @neocult127, and @cupidjaemins to do this bc we love mutuals here :)))

have a great night i spent an hour on this thing sljkfsdf

#q: by the stream #ask game answered #nct #bts #loona #red velvet #iu #autumn #tvxq!#i'm tired kinda #i love u

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 7 years ago

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friends to lovers!guanlin

genre: fluff word count: 2.2k author’s note: ok i have decided that i’m super bad with summaries so i omitted it hAH :-) send me requests!! :))

• it’s that time of the year again…*dramatic sigh*

• yes,, it is one week before school starts!! honestly,, you’re kind of really daunted by the upcoming year because you finally were becoming a senior

• you can’t actually believe that YOU, someone who still cuddles with soft toys at night and cries like a baby will be graduating soon like hell nah i’m not ready to step out of my comfort zone, not ready for everyone to judge my ugly ass, not ready to be single yet again (not that being single is wrong!! but you just feel kinda like a loser when everyone around you is already dating 🙁)

• in order to make you feel better about yourself, you decided to go to the mall to get some clothes because,, impulsive splurging is your passion (even though you end up regretting it to the max after that) and bless the lord you need some new colours in your wardrobe because every single thing in your wardrobe is black

• you casually stroll to the men’s section because you just like oversized shirts a lot,, they make you feel bigger and more confident and looks good too so why not!! and the staff don’t actually give a shit about who goes where in their store so nobody would judge you either famous last words

• just as you were reaching for this super cute red shirt that just calls for you, another hand came into your vision and took that last one off the rack

• startled, you spun around to see who the culprit was and got even more surprised because

• a) holy feck this guy is cute (and by cute i mean the handsomest person you’ve ever seen)

• b) holy feck this guy’s aura and face is colder than eating ice cream in the middle of the winter

• and you just kind of slither away in fear all while keeping your eyes on him like a snake because you ARE a snake since you eat snacks at night even though you promised your diet app not to

• but that was the last of him you saw for the rest of the break (certainly not the last you thought of him tho!!)

• fast forward to the first day of school,, and you’ve guessed it!

• by some miraculous turn of fate, you spot a slightly familiar yet unfamiliar face standing right in front of the classroom beside your homeroom teacher

• it was him

• and boi, he looked finer than a strand of hair wearing the red shirt he picked that day

• after your teacher’s explanation, it turns out he was a transfer student from taiwan (oH NO NOT AGAIN *cues groans*) and his name was lai guanlin

• he instantly became a favourite amongst your classmates,, a chorus of small yet audible sighs from the girls could be heard, and the guys were practically bouncing out of their seats to greet him

• after his introduction (that highlighted his super cute accent), he went to his assigned seat, which was conveniently situated behind you. you had no idea whether he actually recognised you or not,, so you gave him a small, hesitant smile but all he did was to just stare blankly at you so hAh prObabLy nOt

• days passed and he settled in pretty well,, he now was friends with this big group of boys (including him, there are eleven, you believe) who called themselves wanna one and literally have females and males alike practically salivating at the sight of them, so naturally your hopes of getting closer to him were dashed because you weren’t part of that social circle (besides being friends with daehwi in the student council)

• that was also why you’ve decided to throw the thoughts about him to the back of your mind and busied yourself with the upcoming council president selection

• you actually didn’t want to join it at first, but with the encouragement of your peers, you decided to just wing it and yolo for your last year in high school

• but that was also how you found yourself in a battle of nerves with one of the most popular girls in your school, chaewon (ok pls just insert any name here ur enemy’s your pet’s i just randomly chose one)

• chaewon wasn’t really the baddest bitch around, though she can be a little arrogant and quip sarcastic remarks once in a while,, you don’t dislike her, but you don’t like her either

• but for some reason, her looks and athletic abilities (which you, for jisoo’s sake had none) have guys and girls alike, just like wanna one, falling at her feet

• it wasn’t like she was a complete airhead either, she got decent grades, is punctual in handing up her homework too,, which makes her a really strong candidate up against you

• the elections came and went, you gave your speech and she gave hers, and unfortunately, but not unpredictably, she won and got to parade around with a makeshift sash the whole day

• you were…undeniably a little sad because hey you really did put in effort to memorise the script and think about how to improve the school (you spent sleepless nights thinking about that okay) and not freak out while talking in front of so many people but you didn’t get it in the end

• but you didn’t want to sound like a sore loser either so you just kept it to yourself,,

• hOWEveR

• just as you were about to congratulate her,,, she, in all her winning glory, went

• “honestly, you didn’t stand a chance against me but i just went along with it because it made me feel superior. but good game, you tried your best, but hey, it wasn’t enough!”

• to say that you were crushed was an understatement

• you…had no idea how to react that, so you just stood there and froze for a while

• but suddenly, a terse voice that sounded dangerously close to you rang out

• “to be honest, we all know you pulled some strings to win because evidently y/n has a way better personality than you.”

• you spun around (deja vu, anyone?) and lo and behold, you see this tall silhouette basked in light and hOLY MAMA that is ,,, LAI. GUAN. LIN.

• ?1!?1!?1!??1!?1??1 <— your heart and mind at that moment

• “i hope you won’t let this ‘win’ get to your head,, because i and my friends won’t hesitate to get an appeal for her to take your position if you were to act up like this again, so do us all a favour and get out.”

• ?1!1!1?1??1?1!1!1!!1!1!1!?1?1?1?!1!1!1!!1!1!!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!!1!1 <— your heart, beating at a 100 miles per hour as you see him turn around and go back to his friends, not without him giving you a gentle smile (you were certain your face was red now yOu’vE beComE a tOmaTo)

• you didn’t see it but his ears had turned red from shyness aw what a cute baby (but only towards you tho 😉)

• it was after that day,, you guys just- suddenly clicked

• he gave you a nod the next day when he walked past you to get to his seat

• and when you turned back to thank him, a full blown smile spread across his face (tHAT SMILE,, YOU KNOW THAT SMILE WITH HIS TEETH AND GUMS) and you felt like ‘shit, i’m getting sucked into this black hole but for some reason i don’t want to come out’

• you don’t notice it but his friends sitting behind him are wiggling their eyebrows and gossiping (mmo, ring a bell??) about how cute of a couple you two would make but none of you caught it since you were busy staring at each other,, sharing a moment

• small talks became real conversations, what originally was mundane became full of laughter and funny stories he told you about his friends (he tells you deep dark secrets about them like how once daehwi was rocking out to ariana grande in the shower and slipped and fell)

• you told him about your friends as well and how they thought he was the most good looking person they’ve ever seen,, and he just tells you to tell them that he’s not interested

• you kind of want to probe further but you didn’t want it to be awkward either so you just settled for an questioning look you hope conveyed your message but he just gave you an ambiguous smile,,, which kind of made your heart sink a little because…of course he has a crush, he could literally have anyone he wanted why would he even bother about you

• so you just,,, kept your feelings under the radar for the moment

• but anyone, everyone could see you were heads over heels for him

• and that he was heads over heels for you too!!!! he had never shown any interest in any girl except for you

• he dismissed any confession letters that came his way, got rid of girls who would stick to him with the very cold look that scared you in the first place

• he never had much interaction with girls

• heck, he never even smiled that much with guys besides his friends

• but you two,, clouded with the delusion that your crush would never like you back, continued being friends close to lovers

• until the day before the basketball finals

• yes, guanlin was part of the basketball team, and was the co-captain in fact, which is a really amazing feat considering he just entered your school a few months ago

• you were staying back in school to help settle some stuff with the council since you were still a rank higher up than the rest,, you needed to get everything right for tomorrow’s big game, make sure the ushers know their duty, the students knew where to sit, the court was decorated and at its cleanest state

• and guanlin was practising to get his shots right for tomorrow because he didn’t want to let anyone down,, and most importantly, he didn’t want to look like a loser in front of you!! after two hours of training, the coach let the players go for a thirty minute break before going back to shoot some hoops again

• wandering around the school, he saw the door of a conference room slightly ajar, and heard your melodious voice flowing from it

• peeping in, he saw you standing in front of the board, laying out the plans for tomorrow and observing how you carried yourself, your confidence, your beauty and he came to the conclusion that yo,, it was,, now or never

• clutching the extra jersey he had in his hands tightly, he opened the door, apologised for the interruption and beckoned for you to come out

• you were escorted outside with the sound of wolf-whistles and clapping but you paid no heed to them, only looking at the seemingly flustered boy standing in front of you

• guanlin: “hi?”

• you: “hey!”

• him: “okay so tomorrow is the championship right? you’ll be there right?”

• you: “yes, why do you ask?”

• him, throwing the dry-fit shirt to you: “it’syoursnowpleasewearthistomorrowand…”

• you, barely catching it and not making sense of the situation at all: “and?”

• him: “if i score the winning goal, will you date me?”

• everything went still for a second

• you looked down at the jersey that had his name proudly printed on it and supposedly belonged to you forever now, and looked up at his expectant and nervous face bewilderedly

• you: “wait, can you repeat that again?”

* him, mildly exasperated that you were taking so long to give him an answer: “date me if i score the winning goal tomorrow.”

• honestly the stunned look on your face makes him want to just pinch your cheeks and kiss you but he’ll resist for the sake of the fact that you might not reciprocate his feelings

• but when you replied him with “okay, deal.”, he couldn’t help but just give you the biggest and loveliest hug you’ve ever experienced

• it was like,, you belonged there

• in that warm cocoon of heat and love

• and guess what??

• the next day came and everyone, and i mEAN EVER Y ON E was looking at you striding into the venue with his jersey and the wanna one members were just like MY BABY HAS FINALLY GROWN BALLS I AM SO PROUD OF HIM *wipes tears from eyes*

• you cheered and screamed so loudly for him you swear they could probably hear you from australia and when it came down to the last seconds, where the other team was just leading by two points,, guanlin caught the ball and dribbled it towards the other side of the court

• those seconds felt like ages and just when he was about to make the three-pointer,, he looked at you with that smile on his face

• …and sCORED!!1!1!1!1!1!!1!!1!!!!!!!!

• you jumped out of your seat and hi-fived your friends around you, celebrating their victory until you see them suddenly freezing, looking behind you

• you turned around (again, deja vu???) and saw him, guanlin, with the brightest smile that seriously could light up the universe if he tried

• “so, date me?”

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fanfics #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwu #kang daniel #kim jaehwan #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin #kpop #wanna one edits #kpop edits

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paisleywraith · 7 years ago

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Curses, Curses. Chapter 8

Junior year is often considered the most difficult year of high school. Kyle would agree with that on a regular day, he didn’t need some magical bullshit wriggling its fingers at him and turning him into an ass-old Bill Murray movie reboot.

Kyle woke up alone.

He didn’t want to look at his phone. He didn’t want to know if the day had restarted again, leaving him entirely by himself once again. He reached across the bed even though he knew Kenny wasn’t there, palm resting on the fluffy comforter.

Kyle closed his eyes.

He was alone.

The silence was so loud it rang in his ears.

Kyle dressed slowly, pulling his sweater over his head and sitting down on his bed to stare at his shoes rather than put them on.

Kenny’s thought that telling Kyle his secret would solve everything clearly didn’t work. Kenny…

Now Kyle was forced to think of Kenny dying, of himself and Stan standing by to watch and move around their day like nothing happened. Of Kenny, as a child, lying cold and dead in pieces or blood seeping into the ground. How many times had he tried to tell them? Kenny didn’t have anyone to believe him. How he hadn’t gone crazy over it, Kyle had no idea. How he hadn’t come to hate his friends, Kyle equally didn’t know. And wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t, in the back of his mind.

Kyle flopped back on the bed.

Kenny had been trapped for years. And apparently no matter what he said, what he tried, he was left alone to deal with the consequences. Kyle hadn’t asked many more questions, but the questions were burning into his brain. Why? Why had this happened to Kenny, why had this happened to him? Neither of them were bad people, neither of them deserved this. Kenny least of all, Kyle at least wasn’t hurt and wasn’t dying. Thankfully.

He ended up calling in sick. He curled up in bed, eyes reddened and underlined with dark circles and his parents believed him entirely that he was ill. Ike stood in the doorway and made fun of him before offering to make him lunch. Kyle gently turned food down and pulled the blankets further around himself.

The day dragged.

There was nothing he could do. Kenny lived with this for years, what if Kyle was going to be forced to live the day over forever? The thought made his eyes burn and he buried his face into his pillow. God, what if he never got to move past today?

Kyle genuinely started shedding tears then, frustrated and angry and scared as all hell. Was he ever going to die? Was he going to keep living Thursday until he finally lost his mind? Because even now he could barely take this. He wasn’t holding it together very well and it had only been…ten…days? Was it eleven? Kyle couldn’t remember, he couldn’t even remember anymore how long it had been.

Shaking, he reached for his phone and typed in the number he knew by heart. He needed answers to something.

Kyle B: Kenny, it’s Kyle.

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

Kenny M: wassup

Kyle B: I need to talk to you after work, okay? Come by my house. Might be best you don’t use the front door?

If he came up like Mysterion, Kyle could just lock his door and keep conversation quiet. He wasn’t about to tell his family any of this. Of course, Kenny had a field day with the instructions, much as Kyle had expected last night.

Kenny M: kyle, u smooth fucker

Kenny M: sneakin boys in ur bedroom wow

Kyle didn’t even crack a smile. Or a blush.

Kyle B: I know you can’t die, Ken.

He had radio silence for about ten minutes. Kyle didn’t message again, but held his phone in front of his face, tapping it every time it tried to turn itself off.

Kenny M: I’m on my way.

Kyle was startled by how quickly Kenny got to his house. It wasn’t even an hour before he heard Kenny scaling his house like a damn rock climber, slipping in the already-open window as Kyle stood aside.

Kenny immediately grabbed Kyle’s shoulders, fingernails cutting through his baggy tshirt.

“What the fuck.” Kenny’s voice was eerily calm, even as he stared into Kyle’s soul with wild-looking eyes. He gave Kyle a little shake. “Was with that message?”

“Ken, I’ve told you this for days, I’m reliving the same day over on a loop,” Kyle let the words tumble out. Onto the Big Thing. “Last night, you told me you can’t die. That I’ve watched you die, or- or kill yourself, and I- Stan and I, and I think everyone? We don’t remember anything.”

“And you believe me?” Kenny asked, fingers squeezing harder.

“I just said I’m reliving the same damn day over and over, Kenny. Of course I believe you, fuckwit.”

Kenny swallowed. Then he yanked Kyle in for a hug, nearly squeezing the life from him.

“Kyle, you amazing asshole.” Kenny spun around, taking Kyle with him. He kissed the top of his head with an exaggerated mwah.

Kyle squawked as he tried to break out of the snuggle. Kenny let him go, and Kyle was finally able to take a breath.

“Sorry, sorry, just-” Kenny reached for him, moving his hands away and back again until he was almost cupping his face. “Yeah. Okay. You’re stuck in a time loop. How can I help? Let me help you.”

Kyle ducked away from the hands, face hot.

“You’ve been trying,” The green-eyed boy murmured. “For over a week.”

“Right. Yeah.” Kenny took his hands back, chewing his lower lip. “You said that was why I told you. Right.” His bright blue eyes seemed to focus finally. “What’s happened so far?”

“Nothing.” Kyle sat back down on his bed, rubbing a hand through his tangled curls. “Nothing we try works. I’ve gone different places, talked to different people. I can’t remember how many days it’s been anymore. I’m starting to forget the first couple days and it’s been under two weeks, I know.”

Kenny sat as well, on the ground in front of Kyle. He was still in the same hoodie, looking up with soft mosaic eyes. Kyle pulled the fleece blanket from his bed and tossed it on Kenny. The boy snorted softly and pulled it off his head, wrapping it around him with a soft, sad sort of smile.

“Huh,” Kenny said, running his thumb over the blanket corner. “Sounds like me, leading you around in circles. Have you told anyone else?”

“Well, I was put into a mental ward for a while, once. I told Stan yesterday and you convinced him I wasn’t insane.”

“Good old Stan,” Kenny said wistfully. “Do you want to get him?”

“No,” Kyle said immediately. After last night, he had a different agenda. Kyle leaned forward off the bed, closer into Kenny’s space. “First I want to talk about what you told me.”

It was like a switch. Kenny’s smile turned plastic, stretched far too wide across his face. “Kyle,” Kenny had a laughing lilt to his voice, one that made Kyle scowl. “I think we need to focus on one problem for now.”

“Okay, let’s talk about the fact you’re fucking dying and I don’t remember any of it.” Kyle didn’t just push, he shoved.

Kenny wasn’t even smiling anymore. “Kyle…” He seemed to be struggling for the rest of his sentence. Kyle waited, eyes locked and still in Kenny’s space.

“Why’d I have to come in the window, anyhow?” Kenny asked, as if he’d just thought of it. “I get that I’m not the kind of boy you bring home to your parents, but jeez, Kyle. Way to make me feel liked.”

“Oh, fuck that,” Kyle said, leaning back again and crossing his arms. “You know I hate when you say shit like that, I’m not going to get into it. I want to talk about you.”

Kenny’s jaw was tight. His gaze flit to Jewish boy’s again, and for an instant Kyle could see Mysterion in those eyes. Fierce and unwavering and a little bit angry.

“Kenny.” He was happy Kyle knew, but he didn’t want to talk about it. The shiplash was grating on Kyle’s nerves. “I just have a few questions.”

“…I don’t want to talk about how or when.” Kenny grit out.

“Then we won’t.” Kyle’s voice was unwavering as well, and his greenish eyes didn’t shift from the boy in front of him. He watched Kenny sigh. “I want to know. Are you okay?”

Whatever question Kenny had been anticipating, it definitely wasn’t that. He reeled back, startled, then smiled again.

“Are you, Kyle?” He asked lightly, flopping backwards onto the ground and stretching. “Do you feel okay?”

“No,” Kyle couldn’t stop the snap in his voice even if he felt inclined to. “That’s why I’m asking you, dumbass. I had to deal with hearing you last night, you were almost freaking out, you sounded fucking terrified and I couldn’t even go to school today, it was so- it-”

Kenny’s demeanor shifted again, into something quiet. He wrapped the blanket around himself, curling away from Kyle it what he probably thought was a smooth enough move that the redhead wouldn’t notice he was trying to face away from him.

Kyle fucking noticed.

“Ken.”

“Kyle.”

“Don’t even start with me,” Kyle warned, throwing his pillow at him. Kenny took it and nuzzled down as if to sleep. “Goddamn it, Kenny.”

“Look,” Kenny was on his stomach now, hugging the pillow against him and looking over. “How about we go out? Grab a snack, get away from the parents? You’re getting loud, Ky.”

“I don’t care!” Kyle hissed.

“Don’t care that your parents are gonna find you snuck a boy into your room?” Kenny asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“It’s not like it’s the first time!” Kyle snapped, face red.

Kenny’s eyes widened, a look of shock covering his face for a second before grinning. “Kyle! You player-”

“I MEANT YOU!” Kyle hollered, cheeks darkening to a vivid hue. Kenny was now laughing so hard he was gasping.

“C’mon, we gotta get out of here,” Kenny managed, tears still in his eyes. “Get an excuse and meet me outside, you playboy.”

“Don’t you ever call me that again, Kenneth.”

“Or what?” Kenny was already up, sing-songing his way to the window. “Don’t threaten me, babe. You’re going to hurt my feelings.”

Kyle went to put his shoes on and tug a sweater over his head, grumbling about feet up asses and how hurt feelings would be then.

#sp k2 #k2 #kyle x kenny #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #PaisleyWrites #Another short chapter with another tomorrow #Both are done but I haven't fixedthe second one yet #How is everyone tonight sup #teeny tiny chapter

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mag200 · 7 years ago

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here u go

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

uh i tend to either doubt the existence of everyone including myself, or doubt my own existence but not everyone else’s

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

like 1 or 2 i live for the night bicth

3. The person you would never want to meet?

this is hard because even people i truly hate i would want to meet so i can fight them. so maybe jrr tolkien bc my expectations are probably too high and meeting him would be like “oh right ur a just a real and regular person that existed righto”

4. What is your favorite word?

probably “fuck” lets be real it’s just so flexible

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

i have been asking myself this question my entire life and i cannot yet answer with certainty but i rlly relate to swamp maples

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

“damn im good at cutting my hair” (i chopped my bangs last night)

7. What shirt are you wearing?

a feminist tee shirt my cousin’s girlfriend made

8. What do you label yourself as?

a goth bitch. a gay motherfucker. a sleepy boi.

9. Bright room or dark room?

uhh i like a lot of natural light, i don’t have blinds on my windows so it can get bright but the best is early morning or evening when its pretty dark out and i have my string lights turned on. so i guess low-to-neutral lighting.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

sleeping lol.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

18 was reeeaal good but i’m gonna be 21 next and i am looking forward to that i think it will be a fun time

12. Who told you they loved you last?

my dad or my stepmom like yesterday probably

13. Your worst enemy?

not to be an edgelord but. my own brain probably.

14. What is your current desktop picture?

usually a pretty nature picture bc im a basic bitch, rn its this

15. Do you like someone?

um i like taylor swift

16. The last song you listened to?

the 10 hour version of “weightless” by marconi union (its my background music for nanowrimo)

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

hahah um idk if i can say this without the fbi showing up

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

no one in particular in this exact moment but. if a nazi shows up.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

im uh not comfortable with this concept

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

idk maybe my eyes i like my face a lot but i also like my arms a lot but also my hairy legs? beautiful.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

first of all it would be pretty lit bc i’m genderfluid and i’d have a great time looking physically masc. so ideally i’d have long hair and a beard and i would just go for a hike and write and be beautiful.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

i dont have anything thats a secret to everyone but like most people dont know that i used to snowboard all the time and was real fuckin good at it

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

that theres a monster in the toilet thats going to reach up and grab me while im peeing

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

alfalfa sprouts, sharp cheddar cheese, hummus, cucumbers, spicy mustard, turkey, and figs on rye bread

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

tattoo definitely

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

ICELAND

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

i literally have no idea what i like so. i would pass the offer on to my dad he is much wiser in the lore of alcoholic beverages than i am.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

no TERFs.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

mother of fuck.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

uh my journals

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

jesus christ. um. no im not getting into this shit here tbh i didnt read all these questions before reblogging this thing sorry.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

iceland here i come.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

of course Death is a cool entity you dont have to tell me that. anyway i have not yet lost someone in my family to death that i was super close to so. i’d bring back carrie fisher.

34. What was your last dream about?

i was in a deep crater trying to climb out to look beyond the rocks... i knew the ocean was supposed to be there and i was supposed to be able to see japan from there if i could climb up?? but when i got to the top and looked out, the ocean was gone and a barren landscape lay before me, images sliding into place like a powerpoint presentation superimposed on the sky of the apocalypse that had struck during my exile, the art and culture that was lost, the demise of the world. i climbed back down to chill in the bottom of my crater.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

yes i am a good.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

yeah only three times i think but all within the same year.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

hell yeah

38. What is the color of your socks?

not wearing any right now but the last pair i was wearing are orange, brown, and tan

39. What type of music do you like?

uhh lots of kinds but my top 3 are taylor swift, my chemical romance, and hayley kiyoko

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises but if i lived on the west coast and could watch the sunset on the water i might prefer that

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

chocolate

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

i dont care about sports teams buddy

43. Do you have any scars?

yeah i have a bunch from just playing and doing weird shit in the woods and a lot from picking at bug bites for too long, but i also have a couple self-harm scars from a while back

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

idk exactly but im going back to school soon for environmental science and i’d love to do anything that lets me be outside and work with plants or animals

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i’d either be born DMAB or have a brain that isn’t so goddamn forgetful

46. Are you reliable?

u mm idk i try to be but i am not for everyone

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

what do u regret not doing

48. Do you hold grudges?

i do but very selectively, only for like one or two people

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

um idk maybe i could combine goats and turkey vultures into some kind of goat/dragon/bird of prey. think of the mayhem.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i genuinely cannot remember sorry. but it was probably in an online forum in 2007 during the height of random humor.

51. Are you a good liar?

uhhh doubtful but i used to think i was good lol

52. How long could you go without talking?

i’ve gone a couple days without talking before and im sure i could go much longer, maybe months or years even altho it would not be healthy for me.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

junior year when i thought i knew how to cut my own hair (but i really didn’t) and i wanted to look like a knockoff brand Skins character (and i really did). that wasn’t rlly good but it was fun and i dont regret it.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

nah im not really a cake person

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

i can sometimes do a british accent which i’ve been told is convincing to american ears but is probably very overdone. i can’t speak other accents but my brain gets stuck thinking in scottish or like a cowboy accent from old westerns a lot of the time.

56. What do you like on your toast?

lots of stuff depending on my mood but my fav is a runny egg where the bread can soak up all the yolk.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

eleven from stranger things

58. What would be you dream car?

i rlly rlly miss my old car that had to be junked almost a year ago. i don’t remember what kind it actually was but it was from the 80s and was a faded baby blue and small and boxy and the seats still smelled like cigars. any car from that time period but with a modern stereo + aux cord is the dream. or a big lesbian pickup truck like what bella has in twilight but with decent gas mileage. the dream.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

yes but only if im home alone. what i do most in the shower is have imaginary conversations or pretend that i’ve been trekking through middle earth for four months without bathing and this is the first opportunity i’ve had to clean myself and i enjoy the shit out of it. or i pretend i’m a dragon.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yeah dude definitely

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

no ive done that like maybe twice ever

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

R its just so good

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

dragons but i fuckgin love dinosaurs dude

64. What do you think about babies?

i’m a little awkward/insecure around them but i feel deeply protective when i hold one and in general i think theyre pretty awesome

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

hah motherfucker u forgot to ask me one

#i cannot believe #anon #answered #long post //#about

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wagooglet · 7 years ago

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where can i read about all ur ocs....i gotta kno

okay so since The Story ™ is constantly changing i’ve decided i’m gonna go here n explain everything to the best of my ability. (takes a deep breath) let’s get into it. under the cut because there’s a lot but thanks for your interest- this took ages to type out.!

oookay.. to start things off, there’s this bitch ass named cain. he’s pretty happy with his brother and sister (jax and lucidia) but he’s got internalized violent impulses. he doesn’t act on them but when he DOES it’s usually on himself. his dad is an asshole named azuriel. he’s an archangel. anyway, so azuriel is a good father to jax and lucidia- but pushes cain a BIT too hard, because he’s the younger sibling, and a bit physically underwhelming. you know. so he’s basically a huge asswad to cain. and with cain’s already detrimental impulses and negative feelings towards himself, he snaps at the smallest thing and stabs his brother, before panicking and killing his husband and two kids. then he freaks out about it, but instead of.. i don’t know, helping him out of it- his father says that the only way to repent is to do whatever he says. cain, being a pushover, does just that. he does a lot of shit (like.. eats people and stabs twinks), becomes a fallen angel because of his heinous acts + changes his name to okumura.

for the first half of his life, okumura’s torn between wanting to be cain again + succumbing to his father’s command. he misses his husband and his family but his father’s pushing him to eat people and do whatever he says so.. uh, he can’t go back. enter michael. michael’s the party hard, demon king of the time. and though he’s a good ruler, he’s.. too open on his romantic lifestyle, for the first portion of his rulership. basically, okumura’s father urges okumura to frame michael for his death (the father’s)- have him publicly punished, and then.. uh, banished to a rock. he stays in that rock for.. quite a while? a thousand years, at least- people sort of forget about him over time. with no legacy behind him, okumura becomes the king- and his father his most trusted advisor. okumura’s kingship is worshipped, and so is he, for the first few weeks. he publicly humiliates michael + goes on about how that’s what happens to traitors to the kingdom, and that’s what he’d do to any of them. then he doesn’t have anyone to make an example of, so it’s back to him being quietly punished by his father. because his father’s been.. mentally possessing him for quite some time, he leaves okumura as an empty husk when he stops possessing him. this causes okumura to completely break off the tree of “i want to go home”, and he.. err, goes berserk. he cuts his hair, takes after his father’s tyrannical and violent actions, and changes his name to yukio. lucidia (his sister) intervenes, at one point, and yukio bites her eye out. and tries to kill her. to death. so now she hates yukio. jax is back- he regenerated (a family magic), and he hates yukio, too.

so yukio’s terrible. he’s now a demon with a god complex- he’s a perfectionist, a narcissist, and he wants to make humans “perfect”. he’s lost all resemblance of his angel self- his missing arm is now completely made out of this black, tar-like matter, and his wings are basically bones covered in the same substance. now, his idea of perfection is unachievable (based on his father’s expectations for him), and when they aren’t up to par, he beats them up about it, before beating them mentally and.. ideally, taking complete mental control of them. this is where mikiko orochi comes in. he’s just a small guy who likes to skate and he’s got a crush on this one man who he thinks is completely out of his league. he’s walking down the street one day and he bumps into.. you guessed it- yukio. see, yukio isn’t in his demon form- he’s human, so he isn’t melting black slime all over the damn place. long story short, yukio sees the potential in mikiko, befriends him, and then locks him in his house. for like.. a year. he beats mikiko and yells at him, degrades him SO much that he, at one point, succumbs to yukio’s mentality, and basically has little free thought.

so this is going on- oh, by the way, michael’s back. it’s been like a thousand years since he was banished to a rock. yeah. he’s changed.. a lot, and he’s just a tired, old demon who drinks coffee in his mansion in the actual vortex. he’s also technically the grim reaper. so anyway, mikiko is FINALLY rescued from the Nasty Hands of Yukio by an archangel by the name of sig (haddi’s oc)- and he’s.. in shock, for a while, but he SLOWLY gets better.

AAAND MEANWHILE.. there’s this guy named tony. he’s an incubus. works as a judge under this tyrannical king, and his.. ability, basically, is that he has this eye that can peer into the souls of others to distinguish the true from the false. he has no friends (they were all killed because they were rumoured to speak ill will of the king)- so he’s depressed, but he’s still fuckin. he has a huge ass dick.

back to yukio. he’s being punished for ALL his crimes, he has kids, he hurts them far more cruelly than his father ever was to him. eventually, they get out, but not without psychological damage. seeing as none of the punishments he’d gone through prior WORKED, yukio is finally sent to work as a servant under the demon king lucifer (haddi’s oc, also. i fucking love his stud ass)- where he lies to this day. sig and michael are married, too. it’s iconic.

flash back to mikiko. it’s been approximately eleven to twelve years since he’s actually been in the human realm. he FINALLY hit his growth spurt, grew his hair out a little, got more comfy with his body and got a prosthetic ring finger (yukio. bit off his finger. it was a way of stopping mikiko from making any formal devotion, but it didn’t stop him from getting a sick ass vibrating finger. okay. it doesn’t vibrate. but we wish).

he decides to head back to go to law school so he can become an international prosecutor. he goes to law school for two reasons- one, to defend others who weren’t there to defend him, and two, because he has the farfetched hope of meeting up with his long-time crush, who is also a lawyer. lo and behold, he DOES meet his lawyer crush. they get together, after YEARS, have some alcohol and kiss. and then they get together. they’re dating.

anywhosies.. that’s about it. a bit of a sweat, but that’s about the main story i’ve got. i have a few OTHER ocs i’ll explain but those are the important ones!! i’m SURE i forgot some details about my own story, but it’s a honkin’ 1,538 words. if you read through this WHOLE damn thing, i seriously applaud you. thanks so much for your interest!

Kai (Lost): another one of yukio’s vore victims, his whole.. incident, dates back to the okumura ages. he pretty much almost got vored to death by okumura (forced by his father). he.. uh, survived- but he’s pretty much miserable. he’s REALLY miserable, actually. he roams the streets with his sister, buster kneecaps. (thank you anon for the name i will never stop being grateful) and they’re both part of a local, self-formed.. mafia, of sorts. more like a mercenary. they’re kick ass as fuck, pretty much. inseparable, also.

Atlas: everyone’s (not) favorite deity! he’s the god of earthly pleasures, and a real sweetheart. he can change his appearance and gender accordingly, can change what he appears as, etcetera.. he LOVES humans (hence.. why he chooses to make himself appear as one). he’s proud of humans, and he loves strawberries and gold. likes to treat himself and others. a generally pleasant and lovely man.

Seth: yukio’s younger son. he’s really depressed, dies a lot, and is pretty much falling down the steep slope into permanently dying. he only has his brother in life. exempt magic user, but using it too much hurts him. seriously needs a hug. has broken his legs more times than he can count.

Riley: GOD HE’S SUCH A LOOOOOSERR RILEY IN HIS APARTMENT BY HIMSEEEELF okay no he’s a historian and he’s a loser and i make fun of him a lot. VERY anxious. has a cat named schrodinger. is fascinated with namely egyptian history. likes to ride those pizza scooters. he’s nervous constantly, tall and lanky, and falls over a lot.

Jax + Lucidia: right. so i know i brushed over them, but i’ll give you a little more indepth into their.. characters? jax is the oldest sibling in the yutrio (yeah.. that’s what i call them lmaohgfhug), he’s VERY intelligent, and works as the branch manager in demon chili’s (okay. no he doesn’t. but still)- the most revered by his father. is still petty at yukio, but would kill to have another chance at having a functioning sibling relationship with cain. VERY, very strong. he has crystalline slime magic.

lucidia’s the middle sibling in the yutrio. a bit mysterious, but she’s a gorgeous, buff lesbian, whom i love so much. she’s basically on the hunt for yukio to get revenge for EVERYTHING he’s done. otherwise, she’s very kind. she frequents human bars, loves to ride motorcycles on highways at night, and she loves girls. she’s a succubus but she doesn’t actually fucking realize it. and even if she did, she doesn’t give a fuck.

Thicc the Elf: “Wanna try this bad boy? I call it the Ass Blaster.” we don’t talk about thicc you guys already fucking KNOW about him. (he’s my high elf d&d character)

#ask to tag #anonymous #ask #stuff it alex #my writing #oc tag

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nnvri-blog · 8 years ago

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hiiii everyone !! i’m ian and i swear to god i was gonna post this sooner, but i was up all night last night cramming for a calc exam and i just now got home from a very long day of gallivanting. that being said, i’m really happy to be here and although introductions aren’t really ,, my thing ( we get it ian, you’re awkward nd quirky ) ima give it my best go and keep it short and sweet with some details under the cut, and if you like my guy uri then please click that lil heart and i’ll hit you up about plotting !! ( please i love plotting smh )

he spent a majority of his adolescence living in the outdoors/wandering around the world bc his mama is a nomad

he didn’t mind too much bc it gave him some decent survival skills for the real world considering he p much raised himself lol ( we get it uri ur an optimist >:T )

his dad kinda left at an early age bc his parents fell out of love and his father decided it was time to go back to korea due to a very generous job opportunity working at the asan medical center in seoul as one of their head surgeons being made available to him !!

he was born in sers, france and lived there steadily until he was about eleven years old, which is when his parents divorced and his mother formed an itch for not wanting to stay in the same place for a long amount of time !!

he misses sers. u see, uri is a lover of astronomy, astrophysics and natural science - a total nerd who found his first love in france through a really big nd lovely observatory called the pic du midi

he speaks 3 languages fluently: korean, french and english, but he can speak conversationally in a few others due to his travels. if any of ur muses speak english, please note that uri has a lil frenchy accent nd he actually hates speaking in english bc he thinks he sounds silly !! -_-

my son is a sickly man !! he moved back to korea when he turned 17 to live with and be treated by his father bc his immune system became very weak from all the moving around, sleeping outside ( most times ) and constantly being introduced to new air that his body wasn’t familiar with which in turn made uri very ill. his father treated him well, but his body is still weak :’(

so u will always see him wearing face masks ( no word of a lie, he even wears them in his own home, he’s like kakashi but the rock lee version where he’s a lovable weirdo nd not in the least bit cool ) and carrying hand sanitizer in his jacket pocket nd flinching away from anyone who tries to touch him especially without permission bc the prospect of living in a hospital bed Terrifies the poor baby

uri is generally very endearing, eccentric, charismatic, bit Sarcastic but naturally Loving, iono mannn he was an aggressive teenager and got into a Lot of trouble nd fights with people he met while travelling nd chilled out once he realized he was Frail. an enigma if u will

his ma’s tendency to always be inconsistent was passed down nd stuck w/ him into adulthood !! yay uri !! ur unreliable nd mad capricious good for u !! he hates change but he cant help but Always Change wtf

talk to him about anything space related, talk to him about trappist-1 and his face will light up faster than a 10 yr olds sketchers

he’s now a 20 yr old college student double majoring in astronomy/advanced astrophysics. but he draws a lot and pretty damn well, he would have majored in art if he had stayed in new york long enough to evolve into an art hoe :D think of him as like.. the stereotypical headass anime boy who can be seen running to school with a piece of burnt toast in his mouth bc he slept 30 mins past his alarm but like he’s into space nd shit,,, thats uri lol... LKFJGBLDKFJG

truly can’t believe y’all read this ,, as long as this is trust that these are just the basics to his character so please plot with me if u wanna know more or whatever LKJFGBLKDFJ

#gnintro #( .ooc )#ill fix my tags later im exhausted nd just want 2 watch spongebob reruns tbh #this whole thing is a mess ?? its a mess it wasnt supposed to be long my bad #idk if anyones evn here but ayeeee #not that anyone needs 2 be told this but wonwoo is mad cute uh

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bloodyncse · 4 years ago

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hey folx its amanda, back again after a coupla months. if you don’t know me, i’m 23, live in arizona, and my personality doesn’t matter asdfsdfs. this is upton sommers and i’m kind of winging him, but he’s not a completely new character. disclaimer i have literally never seen outerb*nks and probably never will. the closest i got was having a doordash delivery guy named john b once. TRIGGER WARNING: drug use

WANTED CONNECTIONS are here in the fourth tab, but beware the rest of his page is scattered as fuck and not finished.

tl;dr: reformed meth baby turned portlander wannabe with a pocket suddenly full of cash. suffers from deadbeat mom disorder and really didn’t mean to hurt ur feelings that one time :-(((

NAME: upton sommers AGE: 26 BIRTH DATE: november 29th ZODIAC: sagittarius sun, libra moon SEXUAL ORIENTATION: will let anyone suck his dick but has only dated femme people so far FINANCIAL CLASS: previously lived in poverty, now upper class suddenly? HOMETOWN: irving, nc EDUCATION LEVEL: college for like one year in portland oregon FACE CLAIM: chase stokes DRUG/ALCOHOL USE: nearing on excessive

alright so i’ve got a whole bio in the works but here’s the gist of his past

well to start off, his mom was addicted to fucking meth dude. she didn’t even know she was pregnant with him until half way through her second trimester and was ill equipped to be a mother. upton bounced in and out of foster homes until the age of eleven when he was adopted by his aunt who was only in her early twenties at the time. now has gone through a lot of therapy to deal with the trauma of his childhood and mom’s disinterest.

he grew up very visibly poor, as his aunt was just doing her best and caring for him more as a sister than anything else. however he isn’t bitter about it and is actually grateful to have experienced growing up that way, especially now that things are better.

fell into some money within the last year or two --- a buddy probably got him into crypto or something but i do not know shit about how that works so i will not be explaining further SDFASDFSA. i will never learn. not for a man whether fictional or not. and i mean, now he’s not a millionaire or anything. maybe he has like over 100k to his name and he’s twenty six and just like “wow”

he now financially supports his mom, though she’s still inconsistent about even being in his life, and really anyone else who asks for his help. he rents a smaller home on dorado road, though its still bigger than he needs it to be.

now for fun facts and stupid shit

went to university of portland for like a year and a half and dropped out but he very much suits that kind of culture. beanies and thrifted flannels and obscure beers and good coffee.

is all like “i can’t have sex with people i don’t care about anymore” but then “they can blow me though”. used to hookup all the time but it’s just getting kind of old when he really thinks about it.

watches a lot of portlandia (washed_out_feel_it_all_around.mp3) and shitty anticomedy and saiki k and probably ted talks what a fucking dork. probably would be a comedian in another life

might ghost you but like he feels bad about it for the rest of his life. especially because why did he waste so much time making you a playlist first?

his go to air instrument is the bass, yknow that stupid thing people do with ur first two fingers and like that pouty face remember like school of rock rip freddy jones

injures himself regularly, sprained ankles, fingers, bruises, etc

thinks that his mom fucked up his brain and now he has a hard time with remembering to watch his mouth and not upset other people. its always unintentional but he could definitely try harder to pay attention and choose his words. he’s also chronically flaky.

lowkey kind of thinks he’s better than everyone else but its more of a recent discovery. thinks he’s pretty smart but not book smart or even regular smart. just yknow. generally intelligent.

does not smoke cigarettes unless he is absolutely roundhouse plastered. loves to drink tequila or literally anything else thats available. probably gets shitfaced at least once a week sometimes significantly more. partakes in party drugs but is trying to cut back now that he has the money to really fuck himself up.

lives with intention but like he’s very bad at it ??? lots of subconcious behavior. there’s definitely a couple of people who view him as a villain because of bad breakups or fights etc but he doesn’t mean to cause harm. but he also doesn’t mean to not cause harm. do you get what i’m saying ??

had a hamster at age 11 named scott he died

calls everyone by their last names except for people in authority who he just calls dude or coach or something weird like that. he doesn’t even play sports

#irvingintro #like this so i feel validated i really wanna plot w everyone #omg i forgot trigger warnings im so sorry

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