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siriuslysmoking · 2 months ago

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Take it All

A Cutting Ties Prequel

Pairing: Eddie munson x Reader | Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, talks of miscarriage, hurt/no comfort

Summary: After discovering an unexpected pregnancy just before her boyfriend Eddie leaves for tour, you turn to your best friend Steve for support. As you face the challenges of motherhood, Steve stands by you, helping with doctor’s visits and setting up a nursery. Their bond deepens, and when baby Mia arrives, Steve embraces his new role as a father, proving that love and friendship can thrive even in difficult times.

You sit on the bathroom floor hugging the toilet bowl, softs sobs escaping your mouth. A little stick sits to the side of you, two small lines on the white stick. This can’t happen, Eddie is leaving on tour in two days, this is the last thing you need, you’re still going to school, trying to get a degree. You were so close to finishing and then this.

You rest your head in the cold porcelain tiles of the bathroom letting your hot tears run down your cheeks.

Eddie is working today at the shop, he’ll get home in an hour or two so you pick yourself up and get dressed.

Once you hear his spare key in the door you have finally calmed yourself down and started making dinner. You stir the spaghetti sauce as he walks in, he sighs as he sets his bag down on the couch.

“I need to talk to you.”

“We should break up.” Comes out of your mouths at the same time. You just freeze and he keeps going, “I’m about to go on tour and I just don’t wanna have to worry about coming back and I just don’t wanna be tied down right now.”

You stay silent as you drop your spatula into the pan, “what did you wanna talk about?”

You stay silent, not daring to utter a single word not knowing what would come out of your mouth.

“Listen, I’m sorry, okay, I just want to enjoy the tour.” Eddie softly smiles as if you’d understand.

“Okay…” you softly say.

“Okay? What that’s it?”

“I doesn’t seem like I have a choice, so get out of my apartment.” You try your hardest to keep your knees straight, and not fall to the floor.

“Okay, I’ll- um- I’ll go.” He stutters, he scratches the back of his neck and grabs his bag before heading for the door.

“Key.” You manage to say.

“Right, um…” he fumbles with his keychain trying to detach your key. “Here.”

He sets it gently down on the coffee table. Before wordlessly shutting the front door behind him. You carefully take steps to your phone hanging on the wall, you dial a familiar number.

- Hey, What’s up?

“Um, will you come over, I made spaghetti.” You can tell he senses something in your voice when he says.

- yeah, yeah of course.

You say your goodbyes and hang up and then it finally hits you, you grab the test from your back pocket and you slowly lower yourself to the floor. Curling into a ball you finally let go.

You hear Steve knock on the door a little later, “hello?”

You slowly get to your feet and yell with a hoarse voice, “it’s open.”

“What have I told you about leaving your door unlocked.” He pauses when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Eddie just left.”

“What happened?”

“He left.” Your lip quivers, “he left, he just left… me.”

Steve walks forward to you, around the counter, but he pauses when he reaches you, his eyes are stuck on the pregnancy test on the counter.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Steve just falls to the floor with you, rocking you back and forth. "Everything will be okay."

"How?" You sob into his shoulder, "I can't do this alone, my mom couldn't even do it."

Steve knew this, restless nights talking about your parents together. How you basically raised yourself after your dad left. Your mom tried your best but working three jobs just to keep the lights on took a heavy toll on your relationship with her and yourself.

"You won't, you won't be doing it alone, I promise."

Later that night, once you've finally calmed, your head is resting on Steve's shoulder while you both sit on the couch. "What would you like me to do? Do you want me to call him and drag his ass back? Do you want me to make you can appointment to get rid of it? Or would you like me to get an appointment to get an ultrasound?"

"His exact words were: 'I don't want to be tied down', what more than a baby? And honestly, I don't know."

"You don't have to know, I just wanted you to know that I'll be with you for everything." He whispers into your head.

"You don't have to, it's not yours, it's not your responsibility."

"I know, but i love you and care about you enough that I would support you in anything." He says quietly, rest his head on top of yours.

At your first doctors appointment Steve was rubbing the back of your hand, as the doctor tells you it's a healthy baby, the size of a lemon already. You also found out you were already thirteen weeks and you curse your irregular period for not making you think twice about it. You didn't even question being pregnant since you bled while during those thirteen weeks, but your doctor said it wasn't uncommon.

After you finally passed your first trimester you and Steve finally go to buy a crib. Since your apartment is a two bedroom you convert the guest room into a nursery.

Steve comes over almost every night, somehow showing up with another toy for the baby or another thing for the nursery.

At the 22nd week mark he holds your hands as the doctor tells you it's a baby girl.

at the end of your second trimester Steve holds your hand as the doctor tells you have Gestational diabetes, which you are told is a pregnancy diabetes. That it could cause a miscarriage and that's when Steve moves in, at first he just sleeps on the couch, but eventually once the pregnancy gets harder he starts sleeping in the bed with you.

When you have midnight cravings Steve drives out and gets whatever you need. One night you start craving mashed potatoes and steak and even though he works in the morning, Steve gets up and makes it for you.

One saturday night you and Steve are passing names back and forth.

"Elizabeth." You make a face and he immediately moves to the next one.

"Sarah"

"No definitely not." Steve says, shaking his head.

"Mia." Steve suggests, you pause and look at the wall.

"Put that on the 'yes' list."

Once Miss Mia is born you finally have a serious talk with Steve you've been putting off. "Do you want her to call you dad? I mean, we haven't really discussed it, do you want to be Uncle Steve or... I mean."

"I don't want to be Uncle Steve." He shakes his head, holding Mia, rocking her back and forth.

"Alright, than it's settled." You smile at them both.

Mia's first words was (Unhappily to you) 'dada', Steve was definitely made to be a girl dad.

You took Mia out to the grocery store and you hadn't seen him in over a year but Wayne Munson is walking down the same aisle as you.

"Oh, hey Darlin', how are you doing?" You notice how his eyes land on the little, dark curled hair girl in the cart.

"I'm- I'm good and you?"

"I'm hanging in there, not getting any younger." He laughs, eyes still trained on Mia. "Now, what's this little girl's name?"

"This is Mia." You motion to her, she just stares at the new man with her big eyes.

"How old is she?" Wayne asks curiously, you don't even have to tell him, he already knows. "Six months?"

You just nod, he knows and you know.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, when Eddie left- he doesn't even know, is it horrible of me to ask you not to tell him?"

"Darlin', there's no one to tell, he's stopped calling me weeks ago."

"Oh Wayne I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, he's doin' whatever he's doin'." Wayne just nods solemly.

"I'd love to get to know, little miss Mia..." He trails off, looking at you, "If you'd let me."

"I'd love that."

That's when Wayne and you start your tradition of Sundays together, whether that be lunch or going to the park.

It had been a couple years and now Mia had gone into Preschool she has much to talk about with Wayne on sundays. She's talking his ear off as you sit next to them both, she also loves showing Wayne all of her new tricks she's learned in gymnastics. She's singing the ABCs to Wayne but when there is knocks on the door at 2:30, you meet Wayne's curious eyes, "Did ya boy get off early?"

"I don't think so." You hand Mia her brownie that Wayne had made for dessert, giving her a kiss on the forehead while Wayne goes to get the door.

"Eds! W-what are you doin' here?"

"That's not the welcome I was expecting, old man."

"Wasn't exceptin' ya."

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loveharlow · 10 months ago

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SEVEN - 003

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [5.7k] based on 1x03.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death/grief, creepy older man behavior, pining/unrequited love, assault/mild violence

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A/N‧₊˚ In regards to all published chapters, this one is my favorite.

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YOU PICKED UP THE OBJECT, SLIDING IT TO JOHN B THROUGH THE CRACK IN THE STONE.

“That’s not gold.” Pope spoke despondently with a childish frown.

“Holy shit,” John B spoke, ignoring his friend's sadness. You climbed your way back out of the tomb, dropping next to JJ who helped you dust yourself off as JB continued speaking. “This is from my dad.”

It was a bittersweet moment, hope that maybe this wasn’t all for naught. However, the rev of an engine in the distance made your smiles drop, a golf cart pulling up in the distance. You all began shoving each other out of sight and behind the tomb, panic clearly present.

“John B, your light!”

“Turn your light off.” You all hissed at him, the boy being the only one with his source of light still bright and kicking. From your distance and the lack of daylight, none of you could tell whether it was the square groupers or not, but you all decided to throw all caution to the wind when it looked like the person in the driver’s seat had a gun.

“Screw this.” Kiara said, getting up and bolting, the rest of you following quickly behind her. You almost knocked one another over trying to jump the fence, everyone making it smoothly besides Pope, who managed to get stuck. By his pants.

In your rush, you all practically ripped the boy off the gate, leaving his pants behind before piling in The Twinkie and speeding off, giggles filling the vehicle.

“ARE YOU INTENTIONALLY IGNORING THE MOLD ON THAT BREAD?” You questioned, disgust written all over your face as JJ spread peanut butter all over the mold-ridden slice. You were back at the “safety” of The Chateau, waiting for John B to build up the courage to open the package — a large white FedEx envelope, ‘For Bird’ written across it, the nickname his dad had given him.

“I’ll just pull off the bad parts,” JJ reassured with a shrug, putting the slices together. “Plus, mold is good for you.” You made a sound of disgust before leaving the small kitchen space with the blonde trailing behind you, the two of you stopping behind John B who was seated, looking over his shoulder alongside Kiara and Pope.

Taking a deep breath, he ripped open the package quickly, JJ gagging behind your head after taking a bite of his sandwich, a sass-filled ‘told you’ leaving your lips as your eyes focused on the items John B was pulling out of the parcel.

The first thing was a map — black and white with notes on it. Coordinates, The Lighthouse and The Cut labeled on it, some kind of whirly drawing, and X marked over some area. The next thing was a tape recorder, blue, small and dusty.

John B paused for a moment before pressing play. The mechanism came to life, a static cassette-like sound coming through before a voice was heard.

“...Dear Bird,” The nearly forgotten sound of Big John’s voice filled your ears, just as deep and brassy as you remember, the southern twang in his speech causing a small smile to form. “I hate to say ‘I told you so’ but, I told you so. And you doubted your old man…I suspect at this moment, you’re filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight. But don’t kill yourself just yet, kid. I didn’t expect to find The Merchant either.”

You wondered if you heard that correctly. Big John had actually found The Royal Merchant? Looks were shared amongst the group but nobody said a thing, letting the recording continue.

“You were probably right to call me out. Wasn’t exactly father of the decade. What can I say, kid? I could smell the barn… hopefully we’re listening to this in our brand-new sugar shack down in Costa Rica, livin’ off passive investments and pulling on permits. If not, and you find this for less than optimal reasons, well…that’s what the map is for. There she is, The Wreck of The Merchant. If something happens to me, finish what I started. Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird, even if I didn’t always act like it…I’ll see you on the other side.”

And then the tape was ending, leaving you with a million more questions than you all had walked into this with. The house was silent, you all silently anticipating what John B was going to say or do. If he was going to cry or scream.

You sighed when the boy got up, chair scooting harshly across the floor as tears became evident in his waterline as he turned around and practically collapsed against the wall, sobbing. Hugging the structure as he slid down slowly, unable to fully hold himself up.

Kie was the first and only one to walk over to him, laying her head of curls against his shoulder blade in comfort.

“HOW MUCH WAS IT AGAIN?” JJ quizzed, the group of you sitting on the dock outside The Chateau in the middle of the night, nothing visible for miles. Just the stars in the sky and the sound of cicadas.

“Four hundred mil’.” Pope answered, staring out into the distance as he sat on the rail.

“All right, let’s talk the split.” JJ started. “Now, before you say evenly, may I remind you that I am the only that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us?” He tried, whirling the gun around his finger. “Protection? Not cheap.”

“You’ve done zero training.” Pope reminded him as you taught Kiara chords on her ukelele and John B sipped mindlessly on a beer, paying no mind to the four of you.

“Youtube, bro!” JJ argued back. “That’s at least a five percent bump right there.”

All you could do was roll your eyes, Kiara’s strumming ceasing as she turned to Pope. “What’re you gonna do with your share, Pope?”

“...Pay for college in advance.” He nodded his head as he spoke with conviction, staring down at his knees. “And also textbooks. Those are expensive.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. You wondered what Pope was gonna do when he realized that school will come to an end one day. “What about you, Kie?”

“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she’s rich?” JJ poked.

“Just…wanna make a double album.” She shrugged cutely, a small smile playing on her lips. “‘Bout OBX, the pogues. Y’know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing…”

You could help but make a face, turning to the girl next to you. “Peter Tosh is-”

“Peter Tosh is dead, I know. The Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.” She spoke optimistically. “And what about you, huh?” She nudged your shoulder playfully. “Got any big plans for your cut?”

You stared up at the sky, a look of thoughtfulness on your face as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Travel.” You said simply, looking back at the friends around you. “With Marley, of course. Paris, Italy, Thailand, Japan… Oh! Bora Bora…” You spoke dreamingly. “I’d send you all postcards and, like, candy and shit from each place. I’d come back home every now and then, though.”

“You’d take the dog with you?” JJ questioned.

“Um, yes,” you answered like it was the easiest thing in the world. “...Marley and my guitar are the only things I really have left of my dad, everything else is memories and pictures, and I think taking Marley with me would be like taking him too, in a way. He always wanted to travel, anyway. Just never had enough money and too scared of planes. So, I hope the airlines are okay with me booking a first-class seat for a 65 pound Golden Retriever.” You chuckled.

“I know what I’m gonna do.” JJ shrugged nonchalantly.

“And what’s that, blondie?” You whipped your head towards him, kicking your feet against the wood.

“I’m gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook. Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I’m gonna get a koi pond.” You and Kie couldn’t help but share a look, bursting out into giggles.

“I’m never visiting.” She said through her fit of giggles, JJ simply shrugging at her statement and throwing a piece of grass he'd been rolling into a ball at you.

“What’re you gonna do, JB?” Pope asked the boy who hadn’t spoken in almost an hour. You all anticipated his response, not even knowing if he would respond.

He simply smiled smally, not making any moves to look at you all. “...To going full Kook.”

IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING AND YOU HAD ALL ALREADY BOARDED THE HMS POGUE, A DAY OF SUNLIGHT NEVER WASTED. JJ whistled, lowering his shades and eyeing the boat coming towards you all and heading in the opposite direction. “You guys see that? That’s the Malibu 24-MXZ, the world's finest wakesetter. Number one in luxury, quality, and performance.” You liked seeing this “nerd” side of JJ — the one who knew heaps of information about bikes and cars and boats.

“I hate to break it to you guys but that’s Topper and his girlfriend.” Kie spoke nastily, eyeing the couple coming into clear view next to the five of you. The two blondes eyed the group of you down without shame, even behind their blacked out sunglasses you could tell.

Sarah lifted the aforementioned shades from her face, giving you all a distasteful glance, eyes lingering on you and Kie before averting her gaze back in front of her.

“You don’t have to act like you don’t see us, bitch.” Kie spoke, not yelling but loud enough for the couple to hear if they hadn’t sped past you all.

“Did you see the way Topper was clinging onto her?” You snarled, the statement directed more at Kie than anyone else. “I’d take more pride in the boat than her, if I were him. She’s probably already onto the next guy and he has no idea.” You concluded, sipping on your ice cold beer.

“SWEET LORD, THE INTERNET!” Pope practically cheered as the group of you ran into the study room of the Kook hotel that you were pretty sure you’d just snuck into. He ran to the computer, pulling out the map from John B’s backpack and wasting no time entering them into some website he was using, Earth Search. Lord knows how he found it but it was Pope you were talking about.

“34°57’30” north. 75°55’42” west…” He muttered, fingers going a mile a minute across the keyboard.

“The continental shelf?” John B queried over the boy’s shoulder.

“That’s off the deep end…” You pointed out, leaning over Pope’s other shoulder. The website continued zooming in on the destination, footsteps and voices outside of the closed door had all of your hearts pounding as you waited.

“It’s on the high side. That’s only 900 feet.” John B added after it had expanded enough.

“Only?” You questioned, eyeing him with a look that said ‘are you crazy?’.

“C’mon, that’s do-able.” JJ spoke up from behind all three of you. You turned to him with the same expression, standing up slightly from your bent over position and planting a hand on your hip.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Aquaman. Do you plan on guiding us down there?” You retorted.

“Will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope backed up.

“Ha ha.” The blonde shot back at you both, grimacing. “No, smartasses. The salvage yard has a drone that can drop one-thousand. Three-sixty camera and everything. It’s exactly what we need.”

“Aaand can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?” John B asked.

“My dad’s grimy little hands are what got his ass fired. But the drone’s in the impound yard in the back.” Sly, hopeful smirks were shared amongst you all before you shot up, gathering everything and rushing towards the door, Pope at the end of the line shaking his head.

“Can’t we do anything legal for money?”

“WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN?” You asked from the back of the van that had just arrived at the impound lot.

“Because, you’re two hot teenage girls that have the power to entice the middle-aged man at the front gate.” John B told you bluntly. You curled your lip at his statement.

“That wasn’t creepy or mildly perverted at all… Let me out.” You demanded, JJ sliding open the van door to let you as Kie hopped out of the passenger seat.

The two of you walked the short distance to the truck you’d be driving around the corner to the impound lot, Kie swinging the keys around her finger.

“We got this?”

“Hell yeah.” You smiled, giving your best friend a low high-five and hopping into the vehicle, engine starting as she twisted the key.

It was less than two minutes before you pulled up the gate, spotting the man inside of the booth to the left. You both got out of the truck, waving your hands to gather the man’s attention.

“Hello?” Kie called. “Excuse me?” The man’s attention was diverted from whatever he was reading, your presence prompting him to get up and out of his seat, leaving the tiny building to approach the gate from the other side, a stoic expression on his face.

“Can I help you ladies?”

“Hi,” You flashed a bright smile, shoving your hands in the back pockets of your shorts. “We have a flat tire.” You pouted, not missing the way his eyes roamed your frame for the briefest of moments. “We were wondering if you could help us out?”

The security guard looked around for a moment, as if maybe this was something he wasn’t supposed to be doing before nodding. “Yeah.” A mischievous smirk spread across his face.

“Yeah?” You reiterated cutely as he retreated back into his booth to open the gate. You turned to Kiara with a knowing look on your face, a playful side eye.

“How do you do that?” She asked with a small chuckle. You simply shrugged.

“It’s all in the eyes.” You taunted, watching as the man returned. Leading him to the back of the truck, Kiara gave the guys, who’d been hiding, the signal to go.

“It’s this back one. Must’ve been a leak or something.” You gathered the older man’s attention, attempting to keep it on the truck for as long as possible.

“Probably just been sitting in the yard too long?”

“Yeah…” Kie cutely replied.

“I got this.” The guard replied, trying to seem all macho and manly. You watched as the three boys slipped their way into the gate. It was silent for a few moments as he worked on the tire and you and Kie tried to keep a non-suspicious look out.

Minutes passed before a dog’s bark was heard, loud and incessant. The security guard paused in his movements.

“You hear that?”

“Hear what?” You and Kiara said simultaneously, trying your best to act unbothered.

“Tebow’s got something…” He pondered aloud.

“Y’know how dogs are,” You scoffed with an awkward smile, trying to dismiss his concern. “He’s probably... terrorizing a squirrel or somethin’.” You offered.

“...Yeah, yeah.” It seemed to be a good enough answer as the man got back to working on the car. Suddenly, Kie was discreetly leaving your side and going to the other side of the truck, you questioned what she was up to before you heard the low hiss of air leaving a tire.

The guard must’ve heard it, too, his movements ceasing again before looking up. “Hey, where’d your friend go?”

“She, uh, had to pee really quick.” You tried to dismiss his concern carelessly.

“...There’s no bathroom out here.” He spoke, standing up to his full height now, equipment in hand.

“Y’know, how it is,” You chuckled nervously under your breath , shoulders square as you became visibly tense and tried to side-step and block his path. “When a girl’s gotta go…”

He didn’t say anything back, quickly walking past you in wide strides to the other side of the truck, catching Kiara releasing air from another tire. “What’re you doing?!” She stuttered to find words before the man was dropping the equipment and running into the impound lot.

Your hands gripped your hair. “Shit.” You cursed, scurrying to get back into the truck with Kie. There was nothing you could do to aid the boys now. You could only hope they had enough time to grab the gear and go as you and Kie sped off.

AFTER REUNITING WITH GUYS, who had successfully stolen the drone, Kie offered to feed everyone down at The Wreck. The sun had gone and it was nightfall, the diner lit up dimly by the time you’d all arrived in The Twinkie.

“What I would do with a beer and shrimp 'n grits right now…” JJ longed, hopping out of the door.

“Amen.” You agreed. “The crimes I would commit for a single fry right now are horrendous.” None of you anticipated how hungry stealing drones, flirting with creeps, and running from dogs would make you.

Upon entering The Wreck, you were met with shadowy lights and a few leaving guests, the restaurant close to its closing time. The boys ventured off into the seating area while you and Kie stuck around to greet her father.

“Hey, Mr. C.” You smiled, greeting the older man with a hug.

“Heyy, kid. It’s been a while. It’s good to see you smilin’.” He greeted back enthusiastically, patting a fatherly hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, dad.” The girl hugged her father. “How’d we do?”

The older man sighed, shaking his head and drawing his lips into a thin line. “Didn’t turn it over once.” You and Kie shared a look of pity for him, small frowns on each of your faces.

“It’s probably just bad luck because of the storm.” The brown-haired girl tried to reassure her father.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to tell the banks that.” He grimaced.

“Guess now is not the best time to ask for free food for me and my friends?” She attempted sheepishly, peering back at the three boys eyeing the food like shelter dogs.

Her father’s demeanor did a complete one-eighty. “Look at them,” He started, eyeing the trio of boys with disgust. “They’re greedy pelicans. I told you to stop hanging out with them.” He told his daughter, eyes drifting to you. “The both of you...” He added.

You hated the way Mr. C spoke of the guys. They were your best friends and he, himself, used to live on The Cut. He talked about them like a purebred Kook, like someone who has never known poverty. Sometimes, you thought he held a grudge against you for bringing Kiara into your friend group with them. But you’ve known her just as long as them.

“Everybody at the Kook academy hates us, Dad.” She protested, shifting her weight and rolling her eyes.

“‘Cause you never gave them a chance.”

“We did give them a chance.” She argued back for the both of you, knowing you weren’t likely to step in against her own father. “They got all stuck up on us. They care more about shoes and coke than anything else, I mean, what’re we supposed to do with that?”. All the man could do was sigh, Kiara looking back and JJ, John B, and Pope pitifully. “Those are our friends.”

“Look…I gotta throw it out anyway, might as well take it.” He caved. Bright smiles broke out on both of your faces, the two of you encasing the man in a bear hug before releasing him and turning back to the three boys who were patiently waiting.

“Sit down.” Kie said, the guys cheering and pulling out seats. It wasn’t long before Mr. C brought the food out — french fries, crab legs, soda, chips.

The guys ate like they’d never eaten before. Maybe they really were hungry pelicans.

The Wreck had closed by the time you guys started eating though, allowing you to play music on the eatery speakers while you ate.

At some point Kie, who’d been dancing by herself, invited John B to get up and dance with her, the brunette accepting the invite. However, one absentminded glance to your left had you watching Pope, who was watching them. He looked sad.

You never thought about that — Pope having a thing for Kie. You couldn’t really picture that in your head but you still felt bad.

In a group of three guys and two girls, someone is bound to catch feelings for someone.

Breaking your gaze on Pope, you looked around to find JJ staring at you. You flashed him a smile and tossed a fry at him to which he caught in his mouth, you both bursting out with laughter.

THE FIVE OF YOU WASTED NO DAYLIGHT THE NEXT MORNING, testing out the gear the second the sun reached its peak. Kie and JB were under the water helping to test out the quality of the camera, both of their faces seen on the pixelated screen.

“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly.” JJ spoke over the boy's shoulder. You were sitting on the wooden railing, legs swinging and adorned in nothing but your bikini. “What would we do without you to control the drones?”

“Technically, it’s not a drone, it’s an ROV-”

“Shut up. Shut. Up. It’s too early for that right now.” You chuckled under your breath at JJ's dismissal, you wondered if JJ and Pope ever got tired of bickering. They were like brothers or an old married couple, either or. Just then, the pair in the water came up for air, John B shaking the water from his hair and being the first to speak.

“Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we’ll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim.” He threw out. “We can go through your mom.” He directed the statement at you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, even if they were squinted from the sun beaming in them. “I wouldn’t trust my mom to help us. It’s like she’s been in cahoots with Shoupe ever since we moved to Figure Eight and everyone knows he really works for Ward.”

“Why would we have to do all of that anyway?” JJ asked the boy in the water.

“There is a maritime salvage law.” Pope cut in. “You can’t just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up.” You’d been examining the equipment while they talked amongst themselves. Noticing something before speaking up.

“The tether on the ROV is really long. In the wrong kind of weather, it could get pushed around.” You said, turning to face them. “We should go at dead calm. It’s our best option.”

“And today is not that day.” Pope said, eyeing the sky that was turning a dangerous shade of gray in the distance, a storm brewing.

“YOU THREE GET THESE GROCERIES TO FIGURE EIGHT. GET STRAIGHT BACK HERE WHEN YOU DONE.” Heyward told you, JJ, and Pope. “I promised delivery by this afternoon.”

He handed JJ the last of the groceries, the blonde piling them onto the platform in the middle of the boat before Pope got the engine going. Heyward’s boat moved faster than the HMS Pogue, you were on Figure Eight territory within minutes, the boys eyeing the properties and estates like puppies.

“It doesn’t even look like the storm hit here…” Pope said, astounded, staring down one of the bigger houses. He had a point, the house looked like the storm purposely moved out of its way.

“It’s ‘cause they got generators, bro.” JJ began, his disdain for Kooks peeking through in his tone. “And then they say the juice will be out all summer at The Cut.”

“It must be nice to be a Kook.”

“Lucky bastards.” JJ shook his head, you simply ignored them. They weren’t wrong and technically, you were now a Kook yourself so you had nothing to add.

Financially, you were a Kook. But you’d always be a pogue at heart.

“Isn’t that your place?” Pope pointed out, speaking to you. Your house was coming into view up ahead.

JJ whistled at it — the exterior was polished, the yard was kept, the trees were trimmed, no weeds or overgrown plants obstructing the view of the home. Your house wasn’t as old as most on Figure Eight, it has only just been built when your mom bought it a few months back. You could even see Marley running a muck in the yard from the boat.

“Look at that beauty. Must be nice going home to that every night, huh?” JJ poked.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the blonde. “You’d be surprised.”

YOU WERE ON YOUR LAST DELIVERY OF THE DAY, the three of you had split up to get the last of the orders done quicker. You and JJ had completed yours but Pope had to go through the golfing trail behind the Country Club, so you’d figured he hadn’t finished yet and you both decided to go after him.

“You can’t seriously tell me that you don’t like living on this side of the island.” JJ kept nagging about how much life had changed for you. You wished he would drop it.

“It’s not Figure Eight that I hate, JJ. It’s the people. I don’t know them and they’re all assholes.” You started, walking alongside the blonde, watching the Country Club members golf. “I’d feel safer taking a walk on The Cut at night than I would here. Might get jumped by some coked up college kids.”

“Meh.” He started. “I wouldn’t let that happen. And if it did, y’know we’d find those guys and kill ‘em. Rocky Balboa style.” He joked, throwing air punches and making sounds that made you laugh.

“What the hell?”

You heard someone exclaim in the distance, you and JJ sharing a look as your laughter died and you slowed in your steps. The voice sounded eerily like Pope.

“You owe me for that!”

The pair of you started sprinting, arriving just in time to catch Topper swing Pope to the ground after snatching the beers he was supposed to be delivering out of his hands. Pope was shoeless and his hat had come off, sand and blood littering his face.

“What the fuck?” You yelled, not even taking into account Rafe’s presence at the moment.

“Hey, hey!” JJ shouted, running over to Topper and snatching him up by his collar. You didn’t know what was happening, all you know was that all of a sudden, Pope was charging at Rafe who was quick to whack him in the stomach with his golf club before hitting him over the back with it.

The sound of metal hitting his spine caused you to flinch. “Stay down, bitch!” Rafe screamed. You stood frozen in place, a fear you’ve never felt before. But you knew why. You were hoping, praying, pleading that he wouldn’t notice you were standing there. That he’d be too caught up in his own rage to see you.

Topper had managed to push JJ off of him in an effort to calm Rafe. You took the opportunity, with Rafe’s eyes on Topper, to try and aid your beaten friend. You kneeled next to him as JJ stood angrily off to the side, probably making sure Rafe wouldn’t try to pull anything else.

“Pope…” You muttered, voice laced with concern as you examined his face — blood between his teeth and sand in his eyes.

Your hair was shielding your face slightly from Rafe’s view, you were sure. “Hey, no, don’t help him,” He started, raving and ranting. “I said don’t fucking help him!”

Breaking past Topper’s defense, the man stomped toward you before kicking you over, a grunt falling from your lips. With you now laying in the sand on your back, clutching your side in pain, he could see your face clearly with your hair splayed around you, no longer obstructing his view.

“Leave them alone!” JJ tried, but Rafe was quick to swing the club in his direction as Topper stood anxiously behind him, but his eyes were still on you. You hadn’t seen him in months, the same goes for him to you. All he did was chuckle, a laugh with no amusement behind it as he crouched down above you.

Even while you were in pain, you managed to glare at him, a mean snarl on your lips as you tried to control your breathing but every intake of air hurt. “Where you been hidin’, sunshine?” He spoke softly but so menacingly. When his finger trailed across your bottom lip, you used whatever energy you had left to bite down on the digit. Hard. “Ah- fuck! You stupid bitch! I’ll-” He lifted the club up, preparing to slam it back down until Topper gripped his shoulder.

“They got it, man! Let’s just go.” He urged, Rafe eyeing your figure on the ground, breathing heavily like a bull. His eyes then scanned JJ and Pope before he spoke.

“We don’t want you over here, you got that?” He warned angrily, eyes landing on you once more. “Any of you.” That was all he wrote before Topper was pulling him away from the scene, the two boys disappearing.

Your mind was racing a mile a minute, probably faster. You rolled over, ignoring the searing pain in your side as you pushed yourself up. You felt a hand on your arm , trying to help you but for some reason...it just made you angry.

“I got it.” You strained out.

“Let me help you-” JJ tried.

“I don't need your help, JJ!” Then his hand was reluctantly leaving your arm and offering it to Pope who brushed him off in a less aggressive manner as you stood to your full height, a slight limp as you began walking away.

The walk back to the boat was silent — suffocatingly so. Nobody said anything when you boarded, or when Pope got the engine running, or when you passed all the houses on Figure Eight.

You didn’t expect JJ to sit next to you, especially after yelling at him. “Listen, I don’t know what happened out there, alright? And maybe you’ll tell me or maybe you won’t but I mean seriously, are you guys just gonna let them get away with that?” He scoffed angrily.

“What’re we supposed to do?” Pope shot back.

“I don’t know, something, man! Anything!”

“...Turn the boat around.” You spoke up from where you were sitting, an idea sparking in your rage-filled mind.

“AND WHY NOT RAFE’S BOAT?” JJ spoke up from your place across the water, eyeing down Topper’s brand-new boat.

“Because,” You started, stripping down to your bikini. “Rafe doesn’t have boats. They all belong to Ward. This? This is Topper’s personal possession. So, we go for him.”

The answer seemed satisfactory enough for the blonde as Pope also took off his shirt. “They hit us, we hit them.” He said before turning to you specifically. “I know you’re a swimmer-slash-diver and all but I don’t think you should be swimming in your...condition.” He warned, eyeing the large bruise blooming along your side.

“I’ll be fine.” Was the last thing you said before jumping into the water, Pope splashing in close behind you. You both swam your way over to the speed-boat, jumping onto it. It took seconds for Pope to release the seal that kept the boat from sinking, water bubbling into the base of the wakesetter as you threw your fist against the windshield, effectively cracking the glass.

The pair of you dove back into the water, making your way back to a bandana and sunglasses clad JJ who was waiting. Climbing back on to the boat, Pope handed JJ the plug to which he chucked farther into the ocean.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Pope spoke breathlessly, watering dripping down his frame.

“I won’t, dude-” JJ assured

“No, not anyone. Not Kie, not John B, nobody, got it?”

“Got it.”

NIGHT HAD FALLEN ONCE AGAIN. It was like it never ended as of recently. You were all back at The Chateau, the events of earlier still fresh on your mind and the ache in your side still throbbing to remind you.

“You really think it’s out there?” Pope asked JB. The boy simply shrugged in response.

“My father thought it was.”

“...But do you?” Pope reiterated. The sound of crickets and cicadas filled the silence as you all waited for him to answer, thunder rumbling in the distance.

“After hearing his voice on that tape? I think I do.”

“We’re gonna find it.” Kie reassured.

JJ yawned, stretching on the hammock you two were sharing with Kie as Pope and JB shared the other. You and JJ were squished on one end with her on the other. “I’m gonna dream about shipwrecks.” He spoke through his exhaustion, his arm somehow landing behind your neck and curling it towards him, effectively shoving your face into his neck. “And I’m taking this one with me.”

“JJ!” You muttered against his skin as they all laughed. "Let go of me, Maybank!" Your muffled voice came through as you struggled to push the blonde away.

“Shh, just let it happen.”

IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING AND YOU WERE STILL HALF-SLEEP BY THE TIME YOU’D BOARDED THE BOAT. John B wanted to get a head start on this whole ‘X marks the spot’ thing and you’d reached the spot where the Royal Merchant was allegedly sunk by noon.

“Alright, ladies and gentleman,” The brunette spoke, far too chipper for how early it was. “To going full Kook!” He cheered as he and Kiara lowered the ROV into the water slowly. They fed the cord down inch by inch, monitoring everything and JJ steered the boat.

“Alright, JJ we’re right over it!” JB called out. “Ten seconds northwest!”

“Ten seconds northwest, got it.”

You were leaning against the side of the boat, watching the screen with Pope as you struggled to keep your eyes open. The morning breeze hit you every now and then, in nothing but your bathing suit and a large shirt, a lazy attempt to avoid questions about what happened to your side until you could come up with an excuse that your friends would believe.

When Kie was about 400 feet of rope deep, thunder rumbled in the sky, causing your eyes to examine the ocean. “The tide’s turning.” You warned tiredly, perking up slightly at the change of events. John B directed JJ to change the direction of the boat, over and over again until they got it right.

The storm was getting scarily close, so close you could see it building in the distance. It suddenly got strong, pushing the boat back by at least a couple of feet. It became a frantic fight against the storm, with Kiara warning John B that they may lose the ROV and John B instructing JJ on how to navigate the boat while you and Pope kept an eye on the visuals.

Kiara was at 950 feet and you and Pope still couldn’t see anything, even when JJ managed to steady the boat once again.

“Okay, we’re on the floor.” You announced, signaling to Kie that she could stop feeding the rope.

“You should be seeing something-”

…

“You see anything?!” JJ called from behind the wheel, the four of you staring at the screen in disbelief and relief.

“It’s The Royal Merchant.” John B said as you all watched the ship come into view, clear as day.

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formosusiniquis · 7 months ago

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i'll play giles, you be spike

ao3 summer reading starts on monday, your local children's librarian (me) is grabby handing any inspiration they can and running with it.

"There's a vampire in the nonfiction section." Steve says in a harsh whisper that feels louder than if he’d just shouted it from across the room at Robin like he’d wanted to in the first place.

She finishes her spinny chair rotation before saying, "And other rejected Bailey School kid titles. What game is this?"

"It's not a game!” He drops the stack of go-backs he was about to put on the shelf in a thump on the counter. His preference for taking small stacks instead of wheeling the whole cart has served him well both for his sense of dramatics and for his ability to stealth. “There is a Kiefer Sutherland Lost Boys vampire in the nonfiction stacks. Or he’s really more like the dark haired one."

"There really is something for everyone at the library." She says with a dreamy sigh, bringing her folded hands up to her face.

"Robin! Could you be serious for five seconds?"

"Could you? Why are you jumping to vampire when it's obviously just a goth patron?”

He leans further across the desk so he can whisper more aggressively in her face. “Because he was in the 800’s Robin, nobody just goes into the 800’s.”

“Plenty of people go into the 800's, that's where all of the poetry and short stories are?”

“Oh yeah, all the poetry and short stories Diana buys. You tell me the last time you remember a new poetry book hitting the collection that wasn’t for Adelle back in Kids and maybe I’ll believe you about vampire guy.”

She sputters, because he’s right, and he had to listen to her complain about how she never would have heard of Gay Poems for Red States if their digital collection on Libby weren’t so much better stocked than their physical collection. And he’s right about this.

“You’re not right about this, but let’s pretend you are. Why don’t you go out and live your Bella Swan fantasy then, dingus.”

“Because he’s super hot and intimidating-”

“-and you want him to bite you.”

“And,” he says loud enough that Mrs. Willis over on the computer shushes him. “And you don’t get to make fun of me just because some perky blonde hasn’t shown up to help you live out your little Tinkerbelle fairy fantasy.”

“Excuse me,” a warm, raspy voice pipes up from behind Steve, he doesn’t have to turn to be certain of who it belongs to. But he does, because he gets off on that edge of self-embarrassment and also it’s his literal job.

“How can I help you?”

The bulky leather jacket the guy has on, even though it’s May and basically already the summer, must have him hot. There’s a flush staining his face that is not a point away from Steve’s vampire theory even if he knows Robin is already thinking that it is. He’s wearing a shirt that says Corroded Coffin which is where vampires live, he knows that much even if he never can successfully keep up with Dracula Daily any year he tries.

“Yeah, so I made a bet with a friend that I could find a really specific piece of information before her by going to the library instead of using the internet.” Robin sucks in a sharp breath between her teeth, the sound of Steve’s wince. “I’m playing the long odds, Google kind of sucks now, so I think I’ve got a chance.”

“Steve can help you out,” Robin volunteers, standing up on the foot rest of her wheely chair to give his shoulder a shove. “He’s the best at finding things in the dark, secluded stacks where the cameras can’t see you.”

“Um…”

“Did you already know what you were looking for?” Steve asks, just to stop what is currently happening. “If it’s just the book not being where it’s at I can help you find it. Nonfiction is a pain, and people are always trying to be helpful and put things away; but I guess Hawkins Elementary isn’t teaching decimals like they used to.”

He couldn’t be rambling any worse if he were actually Robin and not the other timeshare owner of their worst brain cell.

Hot vampire guy just watches, a little amused but his smile is closed lipped, because he’s obviously trying to hide his vampire fangs. Not that Steve has a problem with being the hapless victim at the beginning of the Buffy episode, everybody has to go sometime and if it’s via a hotter Spike it’s better than the way he always assumed he would die (as a casualty of one of Henderson’s sketchy science experiments.)

“I have a confession,” hot vampire guy says, they’ve made it back to where Steve remembers him standing before.

“Yeah,” he prompts, idly scanning the shelf in front of him. Hopefully projecting whatever air of openness that gets strangers to confess their darkest sins to him unprompted at nine in the morning, so that this hot stranger feels comfortable admitting that he’s a sexy creature of the night.

“I don’t actually need anything from this row, our bet was actually about whether or not you and your coworker are an item.”

Well that wasn’t at all what Steve was hoping he would say. Hot guy -- probably a human hot guy since it is five o’clock and the sun is still high in the sky -- isn’t looking at him. He's straightening up the short story collections and bringing them up neatly to the edge of the shelf, letting his fingers gently flirt with some of the spines in lingering and wanting glances.

“Yeah, we're not together, and you're not her type. Sorry to be the bearer of that bad news.”

Hot guy sputters, mouth opening wide in his haste to deny his interest and revealing moderately sharp but definitely human canines and incisors.. Unfortunate, since Steve doesn't trust anyone who isn't a little obsessed with Robin like he is.

“She seems great,” he says when he's finished spitting all over the books, “she's just not really my type either. Seems like she's more into literary fiction and I’m looking for a guy who’s into campy horror and bad sci-fi.”

“The Star Trek novelizations aren’t bad sci-fi,” he says by rote, having spent too much time with the most annoying nerds in the world who only appreciated door stops that had ‘literary merit.’ Then the rest of the sentence catches up with him. “Oh!”

Hot guy smiles, and smug isn’t something that Steve usually finds attractive but it’s working on him. “I’m Eddie,” he says, “and if you’ll give me a second to win this bet you can tell me how you feel about maybe going out with someone who only plays a vampire on paper.”

#steddie #steddie fic #my fic #modern au #librarian steve harrington #pretty sure this is a crack fic #i have no excuse my brain is tired and the summer is just starting #(the week before is always the worst it's the anticipation once it actually starts itll be fine)

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temptaetions · 1 year ago

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not in that way 🌼 l.mh

a/n: i do not own the photo above, it is from stray kids' rock-star concept photos. that being said, this drabble is based on sam smith’s “not in that way.” absolute banger and i will never get over it. thank you.

synopsis: he says he’s sorry, believe him, he loves you...but not in that way.

genre: friends with benefits au | unrequited love | gn!reader | angst pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k | lowercase intended.

rating: general audience. minors do not interact.

warnings: unrequited love? one-sided love? rejection. a lot of crying.

what to listen to: not in that way - sam smith | don’t watch me cry - jorja smith | love in the dark - adele

in the beginning, it was smooth.

he was smooth. from best friend…to whatever this was.

his voice sent chills down your spine and goosebumps prickled your skin, your tongue tied as his own softly grazed the shell of your ear. your shivers would send him into hyperdrive, loving your gentle whimpers as he worked his way down your shoulders. he would nip at your collarbones, leaving small signs of his adoration for you all over.

he would leave your body in a state of disarray, your mind swirling with his sweet nothings and the aftermath of his lips on your own. your eyes would shimmer with tears as he would wave his goodbyes from his car down the stairs, and your heart yearned to follow him to the end of the world.

he played with you like he loved you, and it was too much.

eventually, you would know the truth.

the way he said your name was no coincidence, and the way he spoke to you was nothing short of love. he loved talking to you. when you weren’t around, he’d constantly message you things he thought you’d like, updates about his day, or simply that he missed you.

minho was the warm caress of the summer breeze, the soft sprinkle of rain in a drought. he was the freezing of the ice on your fingertips, the crunch of leaves under your boots. minho was something you’d seen every season of, and yet, never got bored.

he’d never hurt you, not on purpose. everything he did was simply because he cared about you, and loved having you around. you were his best friend, his pal, his road trip buddy. you’d watch movies, sing songs aloud in the car together, and share water regardless of sickness or health. admittedly, gross, but it was love.

he knew what you searched for. he knew you’d always taken care of someone else, always molded yourself for someone else. always gave every last ounce you had until whoever received it decided they no longer wanted to entertain someone who needed reciprocation.

yet, he never set any expectations. he came over whenever you asked him to, without a fight. he’d kiss your forehead with the utmost tenderness, and hold you in his arms until you felt like letting go. he cooked your dinner, he washed your hair, and held you close under the showerhead’s running water. he would rub lotion on your feet as you ate melting ice cream, slipping your socks on for you after taking the bowl back to the kitchen. he took care of you, and you felt like he was the black cat to your golden retriever.

his voice would be hushed as you played piano for him, mumbling his sweet praises for you from the bed. he’d watch the way your fingers played the keys like the strings of his heart, the way you would curl those same fingers through his hair when you’d kiss him delicately, your lipstick staining his skin in hues of reds and purples.

he liked watching you just do things, he often sat in your living room (after offering to help) just observing you as you tidied up. he was your practice audience for presentations, he’d give you feedback and ask all the important questions. it was hard for him to admit his own feelings, but he knew you’d have no problem doing so.

“i love you. so much.” your eyes were filled with tears as you watched him pack. he was leaving for a trip, the first one in ages (and the first he wasn’t taking you on.) he’d been the first person to care for you in such detail, the first to really know you without boundaries and the first to continue being excited about your presence in his life.

“yes, y/n. i love you, too.” he absentmindedly folded his favorite shirt (you got it for him) and tossed it into his duffel. you slide off the bed, grabbing his arm to get his attention. “y/n, i really need to pack, love.”

smiling slightly, you pull him into an embrace, your arms meeting the warmth of his neck, only slightly touching the cool metal of his necklace. he rubs your back in routine, slowly moving the both of you towards his bed, pushing his duffel out of the way to lay down, and pulling you on top of him. “you feel so safe.” he’d once said, and ever since, he’d do this in times of stress.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” his fingers slid through the sleeves of your shirt, his fingers tracing shapes in your shoulders, and you nestled into his touch. “i love you, minho.”

“you’re very affectionate today. is this because i’m going on my trip?” he’s still rubbing circles into your skin, and you chuckle lightly. “no. i just want you to know that i love you.”

he stops, like a lightbulb lit up in his mind.

“right, and i love you. is there something you’re hiding from me?” his tone changes, and you lift your head up to look into his eyes. they give you the butterflies something awful, and minho can suddenly feel your heartbeat a little faster. he blinks once, twice, three times before taking his hands out of your shirt, but you’re too lost in the sight of him to notice.

“you don’t know how lovely you are, really.” your voice is saccharine, and he feels mildly nauseous as he quickly tries to sit up, helping you slip off him. your eyes change, and he can feel the frog in his throat. “what? y/n, are you okay?”

“what do you mean? of course i’m okay, i’m just expressing my love for you.” your face says you don’t understand what you could have possibly done wrong, but minho feels his stomach sink as the words leave his mouth. “love? in what way?”

your eyebrows raise quickly before falling straight just as fast, your lips pursing before you speak once more. “as in, love? i’m in love with you, i love you, minho. you don’t have to say it back right away, it’s fine. i know these things take time.”

minho nearly throws up as you say that, but he doesn’t know why. he feels like he’s been hit by a truck, all of your words start falling onto him like anvils from the sky. you feel your throat tighten at his reaction, and move away from him. quietly, you grab your jacket, slipping it over your arms as he dry heaves.

“y/n, please, wait. i do, i love you!” he’s chasing after you, your vision blurry as you search for your car in the parking lot of his building. your shoes are unlaced, and you nearly trip as you reach your car. “it’s okay, minho. it’s fine.”

“please, it’s not your fault. believe me, i love you, but not in that way. please, i’m sorry, i don’t want you to feel differently–”

“minho, i think i just need some space from you.” your words bite at him, and he feels his face fall as you slam your car door shut. you crank the engine, pressing your foot to the gas and missing his hip by a hair as you speed off.

he will never know that feeling.

message from: lee minho (monday) [09:33] are you still upset? can i please come over when i get back? [10:47] i saw a bunny at a thrift here at reminded me of you, and i got it [15:10] i understand. i will text you tomorrow.

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [08:11] good morning, i hope you slept well. i had a bagel with smoked salmon and capers for breakfast. what did you have? [11:38] my mom asked about you. said she misses you and hopes you can come with me next time. would you want to? [17:59] any plans for tonight, y/n?

message from: lee minho (wednesday) [10:42] good morning.

[10:43] y/n y/l/n: stop messaging me. (read: 10:43)

message from: lee minho (saturday) [08:22] i’m coming home today. will you let me see you?

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [00:42] i can’t sleep without you.

you felt many things.

you didn’t feel angry. you felt confused, but not angry. you asked for space just to figure things out, to figure out if you really wanted him the way you’d expressed.

sometimes, our feelings get the best of us. it’s okay not to know what you want, as long as you can communicate that well. in this case, no one really gave an expectation as to what was acceptable and what wasn’t. you just kissed each other, held each other, bared your all to each other and figured that’d be the end of it.

you’d been packing up your apartment the past few days. you were set to move a few weeks ago, but minho never came over to help you pack like he’d promised. your dad was outside, loading boxes into the bed of his truck when minho pulled into the parking space next to him. he greeted your father, making small talk with him until he saw you barreling down the stairs with two boxes in hand. “hey, dad, these are my plates. please be careful, they’re nana’s antiques.”

“y/n.” his voice is breathless, and your ears perk at the sound of it. you’re silent as your father takes the boxes from you, packing them into the bed gently. “y/n, please let me talk to you.”

“there is nothing to talk about, minho.” you smile at your dad, who knows to not butt in. minho follows you like a lost puppy up the stairs, and into your empty apartment, aside from a few boxes. “please, just let me explain.”

“you don’t love me. it’s not a big deal. i just wish we had set some sort of expectation for whatever it was we were doing, because clearly i felt something you didn’t.” minho is quiet as you speak, and he knows you’re not facing him because if you do, you just might burst into tears. his suspicions were confirmed when you turned, holding another box with tears in your eyes. he takes it from you, trying to get your hands in his own before you just shove them in your pocket.

“i do love you, babe. i really do.” he doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sniffles, and you just shake your head. “this is not the love that you want, minho. i can understand that, you’re just not ready.”

your voice is as gentle as it was the day you first met, and the day you told him he was cute, and the same way it was when you told him you were scared before he kissed you for the first time. “i can learn, i can.”

your smile is as soft as it was when you took his birthday picture last year, and the day you held his hand for the first time, and the day someone asked you if he was your boyfriend. “you’re not ready. maybe if you can answer this, i will listen to what you have to say.”

minho nods frantically as you run the tape across the top of another box, and you sigh.

“if love was not what you were looking for, why did you start this? what was the purpose of the burning skin, of the way you held me at night? why did you grasp onto me for dear life like it was nothing without me?”

his tears are streaming as you run out of tape, and you look up to him.

“i do…i do love you.” his voice is trembling, and you can feel a single tear drip down your face as you pull him in closely. your embrace is snug, like it was when he graduated college, and when he took care of you when you were sick, and when you told him you loved him. he can’t let you go, even as you attempt to pull away. “please, please don’t leave. i’m so dependent on you, i can’t let you go. i’m such a fool, please. i love you, i do.”

you feel your stomach churn as you pull away, wiping another stray tear from your cheek.

“i have to go. please, don’t contact me for a while. i have a lot to figure out.” you take both of the boxes in your hands, beelining for the door before stopping. you timidly place a chaste kiss on his lips, your lipstick staining his lips for the last time. a cherry red, his favorite on you.

“i do, i love you. please.” his voice is full of desperation, but you can’t bear to look at him a second longer. it was a huge deal. it was upsetting.

you will move on. you will be okay, promise.

you stand in the doorway, lower lip trembling as you try not to cry into your words.

“i’m sorry, believe me. i love you, but not in that way.”

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mjolnirswriststrap · 1 year ago

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Love In The Dark

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Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Based off Adele’s song, love in the dark.

Warnings: Angsty Oneshot, you break his heart, what a bitch.

You and Bucky had been through so much together. You were already a part of the team when he got deprogrammed and joined. Steve was the driving factor for you two to become so close. Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so you guessed that meant you trusted the winter soldier too.

You fell in love rather quickly, it wasn’t out of a movie scene or anything. You were friends, and it slowly led to something more. You were tasked with being his seeing eye dog for the first few months, before he was sent out on any missions.

When the first mission was dropped on your desk, your boss said you had to prepare him, you had no clue how you would do it. That was the first night Bucky opened up to you, he cried to you. He was terrified of being violent. Scared that fighting would revert his mind back into a killing machine.

That was five years ago. You settled into a routine with Bucky, you got comfortable, that was a mistake. You were independent, brave, the new it girl of the Avengers. Now you can’t do anything or go anywhere without him. You only took missions that Bucky was also assigned to. You entangled yourselves into each other.

At first it was thrilling, you’re guilty of rushing things. It all felt so right in the moment. Like he was meant to be your lifeline. You were too clouded by love bombing to see how deep the hole you dug yourself was. It’s like you were drowning now, you weren’t a person anymore.

It was always Bucky and Y/N. The romance had died long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to end things. You told yourself you could fix it or you’d eventually fall back into each other. Your relationship was just based off convenience. You were two ships passing in the night most of the time, roommates it felt like. You didn’t know how your life would end up in another five years.

You know you have to end it, no matter how much he begs you to stay. With shaking hands, you knock on his door, stepping back when you hear him shuffling on the other side. He opens the door, raising his eyebrows at you “Why didn’t you just walk in?” He turns around, going back to his coffee table. He was dusting off old baseball cards in a brown paper bag.

You walk in, closing the door behind yourself. Making no moves to sit on the couch beside him, you stand there, giving him one last chance to do anything. When you doesn’t raise his head from polishing a clear card sleeve, you let out an exasperated huff. Tears try to form in your eyes, you feel them burning but nothings coming out. Your throat feels like it’s closing on itself, drying out instantly.

You take a deep breath, never blinking. You didn’t want to take your eyes off of him, “I can’t do this anymore.”. You finally say it, the five words you’d been grueling over for two years. It catches Bucky’s attention though, “What do you mean?”, he stands stepping towards you. You put your arms up, pressing your hands into his chest. “Please, give me space.”

He listens obediently, distancing himself from you. “Tell me what’s going on baby.” You scoff, he hasn’t called you baby in months.

“Don’t call me that.” You look into his confused eyes, “I want to be my own person Bucky. I’m breaking up with you.”

He invades your personal space when you say that. Wrapping his arms around you, he forces his face into the crook of your neck, “You don’t mean that, I know you don’t mean it. What’s wrong baby, it’s okay.”

You wiggle free from his grasp, “Give it up Bucky, it’s really over.” He steps back, his shoulders are rigid, “Why are you doing this?” Your heart starts beating out of your chest, like it’s gasping for air, begging you to stop.

“I don’t love you anymore.” You can’t look him in the eyes and say that, because you know it’s not true. You know this is the only chance to say everything so you rephrase it, “Rather, I love myself more. It’s better this way.”

“Better for you, not me.” Bucky’s face is strained, he can’t look at you. “You and I both know things haven’t been the same in a while Bucky, don’t act surprised.” Bucky took his chance to scoff at you.

“I haven’t done anything different, no changes, so what changed you?” He drops himself down on the couch, holding his head in his hands. Guilt fills you, like this is all your fault and not shared blame.

“Everything Bucky.” You sit beside him, holding his hand. “I’m sorry, but this relationship isn’t fair to either of us anymore.”

Bucky raises his head to look at you, tears running down his face, “I love you, I can’t let you go.” Tears finally spring to your eyes, it feels like you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. “You have to.”

He grabs either side of your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I’ll do anything, I’ll be anything you want me to be, just don’t do this.” Your heart breaks, but you have to do this for the both of you.

You pull his hands away, standing up in front of him. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” Bucky shakes his head, in complete disbelief of what’s happening. You make your way to the door, only looking back once your in the hallway, his flesh hand was wiping tears from his eyes as he sobbed. You close the door, shielding your eyes from the damage you caused.

#avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #fanfic #bucky x y/n #fanfiction #avengers #mcu #oneshot #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel one shot #angst #breaking up #bucky barnes x reader

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mike-wheeler-hater · 2 years ago

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Songs i want to see Byler edits to when they’re canon

The Great War - Taylor Swift

Flawless - The Neigbourhood ( use the bridge it’s the best part of the song)

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

Set Fire To The Rain - Adele

Softcore - The Neigbourhood

Seven - Taylor Swift

Back To The Old House - The Smiths

Yellow - Coldplay

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

You And I - One Direction (lmao)

The Beach - The Neigbourhood (love this one)

Baby Come Home 2 / Valentines - The Neigbourhood (was once my favorite song)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

This Love - Taylor Swift

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift

Mistakes Like This - Prelow

We Fell In Love In October- Girl In Red

Baby I’m Jealous - Bebe Rexha ( ~I stole your man~ idk it would be funny but mean )

Bellyache- Billie Eilish

Me And Micheal - MGMT

The Most Beautiful Boy In The World -The Irrepressibles ( requested by @jazz-penguin 🫶)

Sweet Disposition- Temper Trap ( requested by @are-friends-electric-7 🫶)

Forever & Always - Taylor Swift

Style - Taylor Swift

I’ll call you mine - Girl In Red

Heroes - David Bowie ( requested by @themidnightpoetsociety 🫶 thank u , I can’t believe that I forgot )

The Story - Conan Gray

Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ( requested by @byler-solos 🫶)

You Get Me So High - The Neigbourhood ( ~you’re my best friend I’ll love you forever~ fits them somehow)

Heather - Conan Gray ( requested by @violetbaudelaire15 🫶)

Video Games - Lana Del Rey ( requested by @ilsrj 🫶)

Everlong - Foo Fighters ( requested by @daydreams-in-the-moonlight 🫶)

Wicked Game- Chris Isaak

Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Lovesong - The Cure

Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

Are ’Friends‘ Electric ? - Tubeway Army

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex

Starlight - Muse

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The smiths

Ordinary World - Duran Duran

Supercut - Lorde

When We Were Young - Adele

After Dark - Mr Kitty

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Out Of The Woods - Taylor Swift

Afterglow - Taylor Swift

Still Into You - Paramore

The Only Exception- Paramore

All I wanted - Paramore

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Head Over Heels- Tears for fears

Sparks - Coldplay

Fix You - Coldplay

New Person , Same Old Mistakes- Tame Impala

Die For You - The Weekend

Breakdown - Tom Petty and the heartbreakers

About You - The 1975

Wonderland - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

Long Long Time - Linda Ronstadt

I Love You - Billie Eilish

I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Keep On Loving You - REO Speedwagon

Crazy Little Thing Called Love- Queen

Who Wants To Live Forever - Queen

Time After Time - Cindy Lauper

True Colors - Cindy Lauper

Take On Me - A-Ha

True Love - P!nk

Who Knew - P!nk

Someone To You - BANNERS

Someone To Stay - Vamcouver Sleep Clinic

Don’t You ( Forget About Me ) - Simple Minds

Reflections - The Neigbourhood

Compass - The Neigbourhood

Stuck With Me - The Neigbourhood

Scary Love - The Neigbourhood

Void - The Neigbourhood

Nervous - The Neigbourhood

Honest - The Neigbourhood

Sunsetz - Cigarettes After Sex

505 - Artic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours - Artic Monkeys

Wonderwall - Oasis

Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis

Dandelions - Ruth B

I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li

Don’t Speak - No Doubt

Listen To Your Heart - Roxette

Right Now - 1D

Infinity- James Young

It’s My Life - Talk Talk

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol

Duvet - Bôa

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

You’re My Best Friend - Queen

Clocks - Coldplay

Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe

Cherry- Lana Del Rey

Say Yes To Heaven- Lana Del Rey

Without You - Lana Del Rey

If I Lose Myself - One Republic

Secrets - One Republic

What You Wanted - One Republic

Electric Touch - Taylor Swift ( requested by @cultofsheep 🫶)

I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany

Fuck It I Love You - Lana Del Rey

American Money - BØRNS

Message In A Bottle - Taylor Swift

Boys & Girls - Conan Gray

Now That We Don’t talk - Taylor Swift

You’re On Your Own Kid- Taylor Swift

( all 4 recent song requested by @martyconansversion 🫶)

( thank you @toria-hanny for all your requests 💗💗💗. I’ll make sure to find them all once Byler is canon . And btw your music taste is awesome 🫶)

I’ll keep updating this because I want to 👍🏻😀 If you have any ideas or something feel free to tell me please !

#byler #byler edit #stranger things 5 #edit songs #lmao #mike wheeler #will byers

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heartstringsbloom · 2 months ago

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Different characters from MLP, Cars, EAH, and KH and the song each of them would perform at a singing audition or show (loosely inspired by The Voice)

My Little Pony: FIM

Twilight: Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay (makes it a lovely little ballad. prob plays piano while performing)

Rainbow Dash: Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen (just very her in terms of energy)

Pinkie Pie: Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson (girly-pop queen)

Rarity: Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray (her voice actually brings some tears out of listeners. It’s magical)

Applejack: Something in The Water by Carrie Underwood (puts her heart into this one. She’s misty-eyed by the end)

Fluttershy: Plant Life by Owl City (starts out timid but gets lost in the song by the end. Her sweetness really shines here, and reflects how she grows braver and more ready to step out into the world)

Celestia: Someone Like You by Adele (I Think Celestia would sound beautiful in this)

Luna: Landslide by Stevie Nicks (Luna shows her vulnerable side in this. It’s quite lovely)

Cadence: So Close by Jon McLaughlin (absolutely pours her heart into the song. I think Cadence would sing this beautifully)

Pixar’s Cars

Lightning McQueen: Confident by Demi Lovato (his is the kind of voice that walks the line between rock and pop. Throws in the occasional growl that even he didn’t know he had)

Sally Carrera: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri (the kind of voice you could listen to forever. It’s very warm and soothing. Her voice has an almost jazzy quality)

Cruz Ramirez: Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys (Cruz is an absolute powerhouse of a singer. Like McQueen she has this rockstar growl that just bleeds into her singing, paired with her lovely rasp)

Mater: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s (dedicates this to Holley despite not having been in contact for a while now. She sees the performance on tv one day after a long mission, and feels a strange twinge in her heart)

Bobby Swift: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars (Bobby can put on a show. the whole crowd gets into it. He def gets a 4-chair turn)

Cal Weathers: Take on Me by A-ha (he’s just smiling the whole time, infecting the crowd with his joy)

Ramone: Livin on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (he and Flo have been at each other’s side through thick and thin. Prayer and love filled their days and nights, and they’ll always hold onto that)

Flo: Lovesong by Adele (dedicates this to Ramone. Again, they’ve had each other’s back for years now. No matter where they go or how far, that stands strong)

Ever After High

Raven Queen: I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor (with her guitar it becomes a rock ballad. She gets a standing ovation)

Apple White: King by Lauren Aquilina (a self-reflective song. Her voice is, of course, perfect—but her composure does slip towards the end)

Madeline Hatter: Insane Sometimes by Grace VanderWaal (she’s just having the time of her life, as always)

Briar Beauty: Wake Me Up by Avicii (there’s a line about wishing they weren’t scared to close their eyes. This really resonates with Briar and is a song that is both personal and a little more energetic)

Cerise Hood: Roar by Katy Perry (it took some convincing to get her on stage, but this is the song that she really lets go in. No one knew Cerise had such a voice. In a perfect world, that hood falls off as she’s belting out the chorus)

Cedar Wood: Who Says by Selena Gomez (she just wants to spread a beautiful truth)

C.A. Cupid: Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson (she turns this into a slightly jazzy, slower piece that lets her voice and heart shine through)

Blondie Lockes: Walking on Sunshine by Katrina And The Waves (just a happy-go-lucky song for a happy-go-lucky girl. It does match her personality and hair)

Kingdom Hearts (light spoilers!)

Sora: Count on Me by Bruno Mars (he has the sweetest smile the whole time singing. This one goes out to all of his friends)

Riku: Darkness Keeps Chasing Me by Grace VanderWaal (Riku isn’t the performing type, but this song resonates with him deeply. I could see him doing an acoustic guitar while singing this)

Kairi: Paradise by Coldplay (I remember watching a kh fmv with this song years ago, and ever since I’ve associated it with Kairi. She sings this for herself, but with Naminé in mind)

Roxas: Could Have Been Me by The Struts (a song that articulates his desire to truly live, no strings attached. That’s why he kept fighting for his humanity)

Axel: Secrets by OneRepublic (“just don’t let me disappear/imma tell you everything.” Axel, despite having no heart, almost always wears it on his sleeve. He isn’t afraid to let it show)

Xion: House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco (this style of song isn’t really Xion’s flow, but I think she would make it her own. She would turn it into something sweeter, like a lullaby. A gentle plea to stay in your heart and mind)

Aqua: Feel The Light by Jennifer Lopez (she sings this so genuinely and from the heart. Not only as a reminder to herself that the light will always shine through, but as a reminder to her friends of second chances. Of the second chance they were all given)

Terra: One Call Away by Charlie Puth (a part of him still wishes he had been stronger for his friends, his family. But Terra knows going forward that he will always be there for them to lean on)

Ven: Beautiful Thing by Grace VanderWaal (he sings this for Aqua and Terra. He’s just so full of love and light)

Might do a part 2 at some point with additional characters and alternative songs!

#my litte pony friendship is magic #pixar cars #ever after high #kingdom hearts #songs #song headcanons #multifandom #just my opinions ^^#for fun #this took a long time lol #music #lightning mcqueen #twilight sparkle #raven queen #apple white #kh sora #kh riku #kh aqua

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thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls · 8 months ago

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YOUR OCS. can you talk about them 😳👉👈 im intrigued by their crimes

*CLAPS MY HANDS TOGHETER* I’VE AWOKEN OK. SO. RIGHT INTO IT.

Quick rundown of the world they’re in- monsters exist!! And people have to live amongst them even though most of them are very dangerous! So anyways into the murder lesbians :]

Janette Biswar (she’s 47 and suffering/hj) or otherwise this lady:

(oh no the way the images layout lmao but the last one is done by @iersei!) She’s an unwilling cult leader with the church her mum used to run (which is a cult omg) being handed down to her basically! (she completed a rite of passage to be the leader in her teens which was murder she does not like that) And at the moment she’s trying to dismantle the cult to make it a normal cult but then Adele Beckett turns up-

This is Adele Beckett (46 and loving her life/hj)

(i don’t draw her enough and the art on the right is also done by iersei!) SHE’S A COP! (acab) She also fights the monsters in the world they’re in. Transphobic and aro-phobic btw. She gaslight gatekeep girlbosses on a regular basis. (She has a husband called Josh that she was highschool sweethearts with him- he’s transmasc so they were a sapphic couple in the early years)

Onto the actual plot- a cop and a priest walk into a bar basically. (i’m not even joking) so they both do that and they flirt things are said and done woahh (they kiss holy shit :0) They end up sleeping togheter but before that janette was like ‘heyy i’m aro-spec let me explain what that means and how i don’t do romantic relationships” and Adele is like “uh huh. definetly listening” she isn’t. she does not care at all. So basically they have a friends with benefits relationship but then Janette is like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A HUSBAND” since adele is not polyamorous and did not tell Josh about it.

They split up, and don’t talk for a while until Adele’s son, Ryan, ends up being involved in a cult ritual that ends up with him getting his arm chopped off. Adele knows who did it (janette who did not agree to that ritual) and ended up getting revenge. In the form of arson. She was mostly commiting arson because she was just annoyed at Janette and a little bit for her son she isn’t a good mum. So Janette gets burnt alive and then ends up getting resurrected by weird blue spirits called Sprites that curse her with if she cuts her skin, little blue flowers and foliage burst from her skin trying to push their way out which is dangerous! So she has to stay out of town- in the woods- because everyone thinks she’s dead and she’s just planning her way to kill adele.

yeah. there is so much more lore i could go into but i will save that. for later. :D

Basically both of them have killed people and only one really regrets it (janette) okok anywayssss-

#ahdhdjjdd #that took longer than i thought lmao #ocs be upon ye #if you have any questions- pls do ask that is the only way i can talk about oc lore for some reason akshdkdd #ask #paging-possum #my ocs #oc tag #cryptid hunter blabs #yipeeee

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Not in the sense of talent or anything but more so that she's 34 and her musical competitor is Olivia Rodrigo 🧍🏾‍♀️ I for the life of me cannot understand how people got it into their heads that it's Beyoncé when they are catering to two different demographics. More often than not, people who listen to beyonce like that are not listening to Taylor and vice versa. It's more likely to be Olivia Rodrigo because Olivia and Taylor are catering to the same demographic and are making the same kind of music

The thing is that even Taylor knows Olivia is her main competitor 😭 she wouldn’t have sued her for deja vu otherwise. And so many ppl try to say that Olivia’s team gave her credits but I don’t buy it. Taylor (or her team, it doesn’t rlly matter) absolutely asked for them. Like the proof that they have beef is literally right there 💀 she and conan were used to promote fearless tv and then a year-and-a-half later when Conan was asked if he had listened to midnights he said he “hadn’t gotten around to it.” People want to use the excuse that Olivia is trying to form her own brand and distance herself from the mega Swiftie she was acting like in the beginning of her career when their lack of interaction at awards shows is brought up. Also don’t even get me started on the fact that Taylor asked Olivia’s best friend and her boyfriend’s ex to open for her on tour 😭 it obviously wasn’t done with the intention of hurting Olivia but it had to have been tough to see that as a lifelong fan

Idk if you saw the tiktok from that one Canadian marketing graduate but he basically made a video about why Taylor’s brand isn’t gonna be sustainable forever. Not expecting you to watch it because it’s nine minutes long but I’m just gonna put it here anyways:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLFpn3eQ/

At the beginning of the video he brings up the two categories of pop stars which are 1. The untouchables and 2. The relatables. Taylor falls under the second category meanwhile Beyoncé falls under the first which is just one of the many reasons she is far from being Taylor’s competitor.

Also ppl getting upset that Olivia’s concert isn’t suitable for kids unlike Taylor’s is sending me. Like what did u expect? Olivia is twenty-one years old and not only that but did u not listen to the album before taking your kid to her concert? It’s so obviously too mature for children 💀 she’s had this stereotype since sour came out that she’s for thirteen year olds and that just couldn’t be farther from the truth. Also idk if Taylor’s concerts bring suitable for kids is necessarily a flex on Taylor’s part…

When you remember that Adele is only one year older than Taylor it kinda puts things into perspective… their music is just so different and I’m not talking abt the sound. It’s the maturity aspect of it

The thing about the untouchable vs the relatable is very true. Love her or hate her, Beyoncé definitely has gained this divine like aura over the years. People don't even care about being able to relate to beyonce. She's quite literally worshipped it's insane 😭 whereas Taylor does push this narrative of her being just like the other girls who deal with all the things you do and she's like your best friend who understands you and she wrote this specifically for you

I'm not too versed in the Olivia and Taylor "beef" but I did catch wind of it and I will say it has to suck to basically have a "never meet your idols" moment. As for their shows, Olivia's not being as kid appropriate checks out. Yes I do think both makes music for teenagers and young adults but Olivia's very much gives female rage and teenage angst and not caring about being the dutiful daughter but instead just letting your emotions go wild and not letting yourself be controlled. To me her music is like a teenager who is angry about being a teenager and dealing with teenage bullshit and teenage heartbreak. That makes sense to me because she's 20 and literally living it/just lived it.

And yes ever since someone pointed out the age difference between Taylor and Adele (or lack thereof) it blew my mind 🧍🏾‍♀️the gap in their music could not be more stark

#asks

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futurebicon · 9 months ago

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OKAY HI IM BACK INTO WRITING KIND OF IDK BUT I WAS HIGH AND LISTENING TO EMPIRE NOW BY HOZIER AND THIS WAS BORN SO ENJOY I'LL ADD ON

“Narcissa,” Regulus nodded at his cousin.

“Regulus,” Narcissa said back as she stepped towards him, her heels clicking against the tile.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he took a sip of his drink.

“And I’m sorry for yours.” They stood beside each other in silence for a few minutes before Regulus spoke up.

“Who even died?”

“Some third cousin once removed three times over who was also so and so’s uncle.” Narcissa waved her hand.

“So no sign of a check-in either of our hands?”

“The best we’ll get is a lucky button.”

“Then why are we here?” Regulus asked her.

“Free alcohol.”

“All our alcohol is free, Cissy.” Regulus reminded her and set his champagne glass on a tray as a butler passed by.

“You know exactly why we’re all here.”

Regulus leaned against the wall as they fell into a soft silence. “Has he…”

“No,” Narcissa shook his head. “It’s been radio silence from all of them.”

“Do you think he’ll do it?” Regulus asks her.

“Do you?” Narcissa raised her eyebrow.

“I- I think he’ll do what he has to do.”

“He’ll go down with us if he does. It’s all of us or none of us, even the ones that got out.”

Regulus opened his mouth to ask another question but quickly stood up straight as he saw who was walking towards him.

He smiled and shook Bartemius Crouch’s hand firmly and thanked him for his condolences.

He let Adele Crouch kiss his cheeks and tell him that his cousin/uncle was a wonderful person.

He started a useless conversation with Barty so he would have an excuse to get away from his parents.

He did the same with the Rosier’s.

They snuck out with trained ease. Navigating their way to a secluded area to light their cigarettes.

It was brought up again, there was no way it wasn’t going to be.

“Have you heard from him?” Barty asked.

“Radio silence.” Regulus repeated Narcissa’s words from earlier.

“Is that good or bad?” Evan asked, talking around the smoke he had inhaled.

“Don’t know,” Regulus shrugged. “I think he’s trying to figure out his next move,”

“It’s not like we don’t have a plan in place. Everyone knew this was coming.” Pandora said.

And she was right. Everyone knew he was bound to snap at one point.

The first son of the most successful directors of the 21st century creating a band with his best friends (who top charts way too often for people to cry nepotism) at the age of 16 and started painting his nails.

The boy that was in the spotlight before he was even born was now walking around with eyeliner and long hair, who sings songs filled with such deep desire and emotion that people have to question what had inspired those lyrics, and who looked at his guitarist with way too much love in his eyes to ever be called straight.

#wolfstar #marauders #writer #marauders fic #harry potter

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years ago

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18 | chapter twenty-one

summary: Honestly, you knew this was going to go horribly wrong.

warnings: violence.

listen to: You don’t own me - Saygrace & G-Eazy | Tainted love- Soft Cell | Little Freak - Harry Styles | Chasing Pavements - Adele (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.1 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

This was a bad idea.

It truly was an awfully bad idea and everyone had told you but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t until you sat down in front of your mirror and you applied the mascara that you realized how awful the idea was.

You’d often prided yourself on how in control you were of your feelings, and how easily could you move on. The truth was, though, you never did. The feelings never went away, you just stuffed them inside and refused to feel them. It worked so many times before, and yet there was an impossible flaw in your technique.

You could blow up occasionally. When the feelings became too big, too overwhelming to lock them in the little box you often imagine your feelings lay in, you would explode.

Just as you’d done a week prior at Steve’s party.

You felt like you couldn’t hear anything but your heartbeat as you walked back to the house, holding back tears as you thought about Billy kissing that girl. You didn’t stay for the show though, as soon as you saw her press her lips against his, you turned around.

You couldn’t bare to witness it. Your whole body felt like it was buzzing with the rage coming from your chest, you felt hot like you could spit fire but your throat tightened as you tried to hold back a sob, avoiding feeling stupid in front of everyone.

Then, your eyes met those blue ones that often annoyed you so much. The dull blue made you want to turn away but you were so hurt, so hurt that you didn’t even think about the disgust you felt.

“Hey, Craver!” you yelled at him, and he quickly smiled at you. Your voice didn’t tremble, you noticed, you were so angry that it came more as if you were scolding him.

“Yeah?”

You sighed, deciding against looking back at Billy. Secretly and sickly hoping that he was listening. “About that date? Count me in,”

“Are you- you are serious?”

“You want the date or not?”

“Fuck, yes,” Craver yelled with the same bright smile he’d given you when you first met him.

It was stupid. Eddie had told you it was the most stupid thing you did, even worse than getting into some kind of situation with non-other than Billy Hargrove. You’d snapped at him telling him that you hadn’t particularly disclosed if you were exclusive or not, that you hadn’t accepted Craver’s date out of spite but out of curiosity, and that Billy Hargrove would dream of hurting you but that he hadn’t.

It was all a lie.

You knew that Eddie knew, he didn’t care to say anything else after that though. He had just added that if you wanted him to rescue you from the double date you’d agreed to with Billy and Tina, you could call him. You told him that you would be fine but as Craig called your name, telling you that Jason had arrived, you felt like you needed Eddie to get you out before the date even began.

It was too late, though.

Like Billy had been that night.

Jason had screamed that he had a date with you, people cheering him on and on, guys congratulating him as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and held your hand. You gave him a tight smile before letting go of his hand and walking away from the patio, you were so done that you didn’t even bother changing. You decided to go into your house through the back door, Craig never noticed that you left it open from time to time when you wanted to see Billy.

You walked through the crowd of the house and into the street without looking at your friends or at anyone, honestly, you didn’t realize that Billy was chasing after you until he’d taken a hold of your wrist and turned you roughly towards him.

“What the fuck was that?” he roared at you. You could see how dark his eyes were, the ocean-blue eyes that looked at you lovingly mere hours before were no longer there.

“What the fuck was that?” you spat as you tried to remove his hold on your wrist. “What the fuck you were doing with Tina?”

Billy’s eyes widened for a second, confusion clouding his features until it dawned on him that you’d watched him. You notice exactly the moment he realized that he had fucked up too.

“You got to be fucking kidding me!” he snapped at you “I wasn’t doing anything,” he complained while you let out a dark chuckle, anger bubbling up under your skin as you realized how fucking clueless he was.

“You were letting her kiss you and you didn’t stop her!” you screamed as you finally took your wrist back and quickly pushed Billy onto his chest.

It hurt more than Billy wanted to admit, he’d barely moved from the way you shoved him but to see the hurt and anger on your face, the hatred, you’d never looked at him like that.

“And you go and accept a date with Jason fucking Craver?” he screamed back in disbelief.

“Since you clearly believe that you’re not exclusive with me, why do I have to be?” you spat cruelly.

Billy scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. It wasn’t a first for Billy, he had known pain before, he lived with the pain of knowing that he was never wanted, that he was a waste of space for everyone but you.

Now, it was all gone.

“Fine,” Billy spat. “You know what?”

“What?”

“We should do a double date, then!” he suggested, the venom of his words stinging you.

“Of course, we should, asshole,” you replied.

That’s how you’d gotten to where you were at the moment. Climbing into Jason Craver’s car without listening to a word he was saying.

The funny thing was, that this was the perfect date that Craig had wanted for you, he’d always craved power so being seen with the son of the politician of the town gave him something he could hold onto, this would be the perfect fix. If anything, he seemed beyond happy that you were going out with him as he’d knocked on your door asking for you.

“Your dad seems nice,” Jason stated as you reached the driveway to the restaurant that Jason had picked.

It was the fanciest there was in Hawkins which wasn’t much but you didn’t care. You were too focused on the Camaro that was already parked there, Billy was reclining against the hood of the car while Tina pressed kisses on his jaw and neck, he was holding her hip uninterestedly as he gazed back at you.

Billy knew it was a bad idea since the words came out of his mouth.

He’d been jealous even before you started seeing each other. He wasn’t really sure how he would handle being at the same table with Jason being your date. He’d been like a short-fuse since Steve’s party, and you weren’t left behind either. Your conversations in class were generally clipped with insults flying within a few seconds. Barely any work got done for your projects and Billy almost started three fights during the week, each one coinciding with that he’d seen you before.

And yet, both of you decided against your better judgment.

You exited Craver’s shitty car begrudgingly as Craver opened the door for you and proceeded to hold your hand a little bit tight. Billy noticed your apprehension right away about the way he’d touched you. If he wasn’t so angry at you, he would’ve punched Craver and taken you home.

He decided against it after recalling how you’d agreed to this and hadn’t backed down either.

“You guys are early!” Jason said with a smile as he walked towards Billy and Tina, who’d finally decided to let go of Billy’s neck.

“Yeah,” Tina said as she glanced down at your outfit. It was a far cry from your previous outfits, you were wearing a rather modest cream dress. It covered way too much, you had small heels on and even skin-colored stockings. She snickered softly at the outfit. “What are you wearing?”

You were aware of the choice of outfit, and you wondered if it would deter Craver from making any moves but you still thought it was a nice. You frowned slightly at her as you gazed down at the dress. You were going to snap back at her but Billy beat you to it.

“She looks beautiful,” he answered honestly.

You glanced at him for a second, he could see how your eyes beamed slightly, and your lips quirked up too. Jason frowned at Billy for a second before he took your hand and pulled you closer to him, giving you a peck on the cheek. “She does,”

Billy’s lips turned into a tight line as Jason told all of you that you should get going if you didn’t want to miss your reservation. You frowned at the comment, all of you knew that the place wasn’t fancy enough to put on reservations, all of you were aware of that.

The dinner was as awkward as you would’ve expected it to be. Billy and you did your best not to acknowledge each other as Jason and Tina tried to make conversation with each other, breaking the ice as best as they could. Billy remained as stoic as he possibly could, refusing to make a scene and you tried to ignore as best as you could too, especially Tina and her hands all over him as you sipped on your lemonade, glaring at her.

It shouldn’t be hard to get over yourself, you agreed to this. But it’s still hard for you.

After thirty minutes of Jason and Tina trying to break the ice, Billy decided that it was time to talk when Jason handed over a bouquet of roses to you. He said that he ordered it before you even arrived at the restaurant, that he was doing his best to please a girl like you.

Billy waited for you to roll your eyes, but you didn't. You smiled at the roses and thanked him quietly, a slight blush on your cheeks.

That’s when Billy lost it.

“So, Tina has been selected as captain of the volleyball team,” Billy told all of you from his place at the table. Tina smiled immediately and Jason nodded softly, you glanced at Billy who was already looking at you.

You knew what he was doing, and yet you decided to play.

“That’s nice, I really like volleyball,” you replied as you smiled at Tina who leaned over Billy’s chest.

Tina looked at you up and down. “Really? You don’t seem you have the legs for it,” she snickered.

Your small smile dropped from your face as you glared at her. Your mind immediately went to insult her chest or throw a drink at her. You knew that she didn’t particularly like you after Billy had been following you around like a puppy.

But again, you were cut short. Though this time, it was Jason.

“She sure has the legs for that cheerleader uniform though,” he answered back to Tina cockily before looking at you and giving you a rather racy look.

It was a clumsy compliment but you couldn’t complain, at least he said something. Billy just stayed quiet as he stared at the interaction while Tina continued to eat her food. There was a minute or two of silence as you tried to eat your food, hoping that the dinner could be over sooner rather than later but as you felt Billy’s eyes burning holes on your body, you decided to speak up.

“Jason, haven’t you been elected to work to help for the senate race for the state of Illinois?” You asked him, you remember he said something about it in the car. He seemed pleased that you remembered.

“Yeah,” he said as he placed his drink down. “Charles H. Percy, I’ll work with him for the elections of the next year,” he answered proudly as you nodded happily before you continued to eat.

Billy watched you still pretending that his chest didn’t twist in and turned as it dawned on him that you were talking to Jason in the same sweet manner that you talked to him. Billy frowned slightly as he glanced at Jason.

“Your dad must’ve hooked you up with that one, right?” Billy asked with a glare as he stared at Jason for a second, who seemed a bit stunned at the question. Obviously, his father had hooked him up, but he was saying it to diminish him, you knew it.

You bit your inner cheek as you waited for Jason to say something.

“I mean,” Jason stumbled before Billy glanced at you and shrugged his shoulders slightly before Tina snickered softly.

You felt anger bubbling up under your skin as you witnessed the interaction. “That doesn’t matter, he’s doing something for our community, right?” you asked Jason as you raised your eyebrows expectantly at him. Anything for him to say something.

He simply nodded.

“Sure,” Billy breathed out with a slight smirk on his chest as he continued to take a sip of his drink, still refusing to eat, just enjoying the moment.

Jason frowned at Billy, knowing he was trying to embarrass him. Billy was indeed and in his defense, it was always so easy when it came to Craver.

“Come on, baby,” Jason said softly at you as he leaned into you while he stared at Billy. The nickname made you want to recoil but you knew that he was trying to make himself look better in front of Billy and you didn’t mind right now. “How are you handling being class president?”

“It has been good,” You stated with a smile. “We’ve begun with the college program, we’re bringing people from Chicago to Hawkins,”

“That’s nice,”

“Yeah, it's great,” Billy grumbled as he took another sip of the drink.

Tina smiled softly. “What university do you want to go to, Jason?”

“The community college that’s close by,” he explained “My mom’s the dean on their political science department and they have a nice business program too,”

“That’s ambitious,” Billy snickered.

The whole table went quiet as your gazes fall on Billy who was looking through the window of the restaurant. You furrowed your brows slightly, taken aback. It was a dry comment, you would’ve gotten it if the two of you were alone, and you would’ve laughed too.

But this was just mean.

Your first instinct was to snap at him, calling him out on his rudeness. Jason beated you to it.

“Well, a deadbeat like you Hargrove, isn’t even thinking about college,” Jason bit back at Billy.

You take a deep breath as you turned yourself towards Jason. The comment made you sick, eyebrows furrowed while you glared at him.

Jason always seemed to be dull, lacking humor or any feeling whatsoever. But until that moment you hadn’t realized that he knew how to hurt people, with their greatest insecurity.

He was actually good at it and the smirk he has on his face for a second, let you know that he enjoyed it.

“What did you just -” you began but were quickly cut off.

The whole table shook, making you jump completely startled by the way that the glass clatter and fell around the table as Billy, who had remained quiet until then, grabbed a fistful of Jason’s shirt, pulling him upward and almost over the table. The drinks spilled over the food and onto Tina’s lap while Billy’s eyes were making holes in Jason’s head as he held him, ready to knock him out.

“Go ahead Craver, say it again,” Billy threatened as he held Jason tightly, who was holding Billy’s wrist, trying to get away from his hold.

You quickly stood up as you took a hold of Billy’s bicep and tried to stop him from doing something stupid. One thing was fighting at school, another thing was fighting in a public place, and being charged with assault or battery.

“Hey hey,” you pleaded to him as Billy was still glaring at Jason, who with trembling hands was trying to get away from Billy without much success. “Stop, Billy please,” you pleaded as you quickly moved your hands from his biceps to his face, trying to turn your face towards him.

“Sir,” you heard from behind you, probably the waiter that was attending to you. You winced slightly, hoping Billy would let go soon.

“Billy, don’t,” you pleaded once again, for a fleeting second those ocean-blue eyes went to your face.

There was a beat of silence as Billy stared into you.

Before you could plead with him again, Billy dropped Jason on his seat with force, his breathing was harsh as he at the same time, shook your hands off him. It was hard enough that you gave a step back from the table but you didn’t sit down. Your eyes went to Jason, who only seemed a little bit shaken up as the waiter was now standing behind Billy, ready to get his hands on him.

“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” The waiter stated seriously.

Billy’s eyes then fell off you, breathing heavily. He stared at you, burning with anger.

“Nice one you got there, y/l/n,” he spat as he nudged his chin towards Jason before glaring at Tina. “Move,” he muttered as he took his leather jacket from the chair and walked out of the place.

You stood silently, chest heaving as you tried to process what just happened. It wasn’t until the waiter asked you if you wanted to sit down that it dawned on you that you were frozen in place as your mind playback the way Billy looked at you.

You sat down next to Jason, who seemingly refused to meet your eyes. You sighed. It was your fault, you’d asked him for the date and then brought Billy into this. “Are you okay-” you asked quietly but you were cut off immediately.

“I’m fine,” Jason snapped back at you without looking. “Can you just like to eat?”

By the end of the night, you were curled into your bed, crying softly as you wondered if this was truly the end of whatever Billy and you had.

Billy was thinking the exact same thing as he laid on the back of his Camaro while Tina continued to kiss his neck and straddle his lap while he dreamt that it was you.

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Build Up Episode 0: Getting to Know the Boys Part 3: Team Power

Hey, friends! Welcome back to this crazy project I set out for myself -- writing up a bit about each of the 40 contestants on MNET’s Build Up before I dive into the recaps. Last post, I covered Team Soul. This post will be about Team Power. Let’s do it!

Same caveats apply: 1) I’m pressed for time, so proofreading will suffer; please be kind! 2) screencaps will be awkward due to technological issues and 3) All of these guys are amazing vocalists; my critique is splitting hairs and just my opinion at the end of the day.

Choi Haram

I also have almost no information about Haram, except that he’s a musical actor. In his teaser, V08, I Want to Fall in Love by Johan Kim, he sings in that classical “musical actor” way, which is just not my favorite style of singing. That doesn’t make it bad! He also is singing a ballad. Which does mean it’s bad! Ha ha, jk.

I'll do my best to evaluate him even though the song is a ballad. I'm a hero, right? His soft tone he uses in the verses is just too breathy and nasal for my taste. But I do like the belt on the chorus part -- nice work. This guy definitely knows how to sing. I wonder what he’ll sound like singing more of a pop song.

Kim Minseo

This is Kim Minseo, 21, who also appeared on a show I’d never heard of called “The Origin - A, B, or What?” It “was a new type of survival program that combines balance games along with K-pop,” whatever THAT means, and it created the group ATBO. On the Wikipedia page for that show, it says that he was born in January of 2003, making him 21 now, and it also says that he lived in China for ten years and can speak Chinese. I wonder if he and Wumuti will ever speak some Chinese together?

I really, really liked his teaser performance of Rolling in the Deep by Adele (V39), slight pronunciation issues aside. It was actually kind of cute how he sort of just gave up on pronouncing ‘underestimate’ halfway. He has a distinct, real voice that shows some training but also some rough edges. For me, he’s one to watch. Watch? Listen to? Whatever.

Yoon Inhwan

Yoon In-Hwan, V23, is one of the enigmas of the show -- I have no information about him. For me, his mini audition showed an unpleasantly throaty, nasal, thick vocal color that I didn’t exactly love. He sounded like he had just drunk a whole gallon of milk or something. I don’t know if that’s how he always sings, or if he just was feeling unwell that day or what. As promised, he did have a lot of power, and he also had a good sense of pitch. Hopefully he’ll do better going forward!

Jo Hwanji

I haven’t been able to get a decent screengrab thus far, but Hwanji is the guy in the uniform in episode 1. He’s only 24 -- isn’t that surprising? Before this, he went on other shows called Phantom Singer 3 and Fantastic Duo 2.

He’s another musical actor, but in his teaser song V26 he breaks the musical actor mold by singing an upbeat retro swing song by JYP -- yes, that JYP -- called Swing Baby. I like the song, and I also like the way he sings it. Clean but full, with fun little growls to brighten things up, varied dynamics, impeccable pitch, and the power he promised. Good stuff! He’s also so hilariously square. I mean it literally. He looks like a Pixar character. It’s cute. I'm looking forward to hearing more from him.

Lim Junhyeok

Junhyeok, age 30, debuted as part of the JYP-based k-band Day6 in September 2015, singing and playing keyboards. In late 2015, it was revealed that he’d been chatting with a female fan online, and that they might have been dating. The controversy built, and he felt obligated to leave the group in February 2016, getting to enjoy less than six months with the group. God, that must have been just heart wrenching for him. I can’t imagine.

Afterward, he joined another band called Be Blossom, but stayed only about a year. Since then, he was on a survival show called The Unit, which was about rebooting debuted idols’ careers. (A few other contestants of Build Up also went on The Unit, too.) He also continues to compose music, which I think is actually his first love.

His teaser song performance, V05, was I Love You by Shin Hyo Bum, and you can see in the silhouette that he’s playing the keyboards as he sings. I didn’t love his performance, unfortunately. It felt a little shrieky to me at times, and his softer notes were a little too breathy for my taste. He definitely belongs in the Power group, though. He can sure belt when he wants to -- it’s the softer segments that challenge him. Maybe it’s just my bias against ballads acting up, as well.

It’s kind of a bummer, because for whatever reason, I like him. I can’t help but cheer for a guy who (a) was kicked out of his group after six months for dating, like, omg, how dare a young person want to date! (b) is a bit on the older side (c) composes music and plays instruments and most importantly (d) shows up to a survival show in a goddamn hoodie. Like, yes, king. So I hope that I grow to like his vocals better as I hear more from him.

Side note: The Korean family name “Lim” is often transliterated as “Im” since that’s actually closer to how it’s pronounced. So if you see his family name written as “Im,” that’s why. (Nayeon from Twice has the family name of Lim/Im -- hence her album name.)

Park Jeup

Park Jeup makes himself known by wearing an enormous bow on the first day. It’s just such a choice, when he’s so masculine looking. Own it! Yes!

Anyway, he’s 30, and is a member of IMFACT. He’s been on a bunch of singing shows, as well as The Unit, which would have put him in company with Lim Junhyuk (former Day6) and Hyukjin from Fave1.

His group IMFACT debuted in January 2016 and put out several albums and singles, but none of their songs have even one million views on Youtube. Most of them don’t even break 500,000 views. In 2022, all the members of IMFACT left their agency (Star Empire). The group hasn’t officially disbanded, but the members are listing themselves as soloists. They really weren’t a bad group, and it’s a shame that they never caught on, but it’s just such a crowded landscape. Their song Only You spent some time on my playlist a few years back, and Jeup’s voice in that song is really sweet.

I tried my best to give his teaser song a try -- he was V34 -- but I just dislike ballads so much that I can’t judge him fairly. Vocally, though, he sounds well trained. He has a surprisingly high pitched timbre considering his appearance.

Here is a performance he did in 2018, in which he made the MNET reaction editors play the instant replay buttons like a xylophone. I think there was some sort of gas leak in the studio that day, because, yeah, his voice is nice but people are having spasms in their excitement and it’s a bit much. Also, he's singing another ballad so it's kind of a no from me.

A song that’s a bit more palatable for me is this cover of Exo’s Monster on The Unit.

Jeup doesn’t seem to be the main vocal, but he is the one who sings “I’m sorry…. You make me… so crazy, you know you do.” He also does the higher harmony line/descant/whatever it is over the “Come here girl, you… call… me… monster” line. And he pulls it off!

I recognize Jeup’s skill, technique, and passion for the art. I’m not as sure that I love his timbre for whatever reason. I hope his voice grows on me, in part because I always have a soft spot for hard working nugu idols, and in part because I always gravitate toward the older, more broad shouldered idol types, like Baekho from NU’EST and Wyatt from ONF. Jeup, fighting!

Hyukjin

Hyukjin is 30 and is from a group called Fave1, where he’s lead vocal and lead dancer. He also appeared on The Unit, so he may also know Park Jeup and Lim Junhyuk.

Ok, so his background is kind of sad, fam.

His first group, 100%, debuted in 2012, so he’s been at this a while. There were originally seven members, but two quit, and then one member, the leader Minwoo, passed away in 2018. That had to be so hard on Hyukjin and the rest of the team, to lose not just their friend and teammate but also their leader. The group disbanded in 2021, and three of the four remaining members formed Fave1 at a new agency. So they’re kind of like Loosemble or Vivez that way.

100% started off doing ok -- their older songs had 1 or 2 million views, good for the time period -- but their more recent songs max out at around 400,000 views. Fave1, unfortunately, is really not doing nearly as well as even 100%. Their songs usually have views measured in the thousands, and their videos look like they were shot on someone’s iPhone. Really, the whole thing is kind of heartbreaking.

In his teaser, Hyukjin was V22 , and sang a quasi-heavy metal song -- think Dreamcatcher style -- called Lazenca, Save Us. It was a unique choice, that’s for sure! I think he was hoping that it might make a splash for being the guy who did THIS song. I’m not sure how I feel about his performance. I think I need to hear more of him to make up my mind. But I mean, gotta respect someone who comes out of the gate with that! I think his natural voice is not quite as deep and rich as it should be to successfully pull off this kind of thing, but he displays strong sense of pitch and a lot of power. It does gets a bit shrieky and it sounds like he’s hurting his throat. I’m looking forward to seeing what else he can do because I just want to see him succeed.

Ok, that's about it for this post! Sorry if it was a bit of a bummer. So many sad stories in this industry. In the next post, we'll be visiting with Team Unique, and then we'll finally get into the recaps! See you soon.

xoxo

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