#god the whole album is about assault huh! the whole thing!

[homophyte]

did someone like do a wellness check in mike patton in the early 90s . was he okay

[wereseoyoung]

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UNTOLD PIECES: Q&B

tw: implied assault

22.01.2014 - Moonlight Ent.

I met her brother before I met her.

She was always so busy and I’d never thought I’d meet her.

I never expected her to walk in that day. I never thought someone would stop me in my tracks just by smiling.

“Hey, can you help me out?”

30.06.2014 - ENLO Ent.

We hadn’t been friends for long, but it felt like I had known her forever.

I had never clicked with someone like I did with her. I never shared my insecurities, never told people when I was struggling. It had been so long since I had felt this happy.

I never felt as carefree as I did when I was around her.

She’s my best friend.

14.02.2015 - Han River

I never spent Valentine’s with anyone, but I did spend that one with her, walking down the river. Our hands would always brush, but I was never brave enough to hold on.

But she’d stopped in the middle of the path, and when I looked back she took my breath away. How could I not fall for her when she looked at me with a fire like that burning in her eyes?

“Move in with me.”

09.11.2015 - Moonlight Ent.

I’d never felt more afraid. I didn’t know the hands that were on me. I didn’t want to feel them on my skin. But I couldn’t even scream and I couldn’t even cry.

I didn’t even feel like I was breathing. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. Was I alive?

But then the arms around me were replaced by an embrace I knew. An embrace that meant home.

“You’re safe, now.”

And I cried.

23.12.2015 - ENLO Ent.

We were just friends, but it always felt like we were more. I always felt like I meant something when she would invite me to parties. It felt like she was parading me around, like she was showing me off.

But I had never felt like I did slow dancing with her at that Christmas party.

“Thank you for coming,” she’d whisper in my ear.

“Thank you for bringing me,” I’d say back.

“I love you,” never left my lips.

15.03.2016 - The Apartment

It had been another sleepless night without her. I missed her and I wanted her back home. But the world called to her, and what was I but a speck of dust in her glamorous lifestyle.

But she was coming home back tonight.

But I hadn’t expected her to come into my room, to hug me tight and to envelop me in a scent that was nothing but her. I hadn’t expected her to press her lips against my own, and then pull away leaving me wanting more.

“All these months I spent missing you, and coming back home to you made me sure,” she’d say, and I’d feel her breath brushing against my lips.

“Of what?”

“I love you. Be mine.”

29.08.2016 - ENLO Ent.

It hadn’t been the first time she had showed me a song she was working on.

But it was the first time the song had been about me.

“Why are you crying?”

“I love you.”

15.03.2017 - The Apartment

It was our anniversary, but we were spending it inside our apartment.

We both hated it, but it was safer that way.

04.06.2017 - Moonlight Ent.

Her brother had asked me if I had heard anything from her album, but she had refused to spoil anything. I knew as much as the public did.

I should have known she was up to something when he had smiled at me like that before he played me the whole album.

Every song was about me.

“She did say you would cry when you found out.”

31.12.2017 - Park Household

I had been undoubtedly nervous. This was the first time I would be spending time with her family other than her brother.

But when her parents and sister smiled at me, I had never felt more welcomed.

“We’ve been waiting to meet you. She hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

11.01.2018 - The Apartment

She was away again travelling the world. And I’d wanted to come along, but I knew I couldn’t. Short calls, texts and pictures were all I had, but it was more than I could ask for.

But when I opened a letter telling me I had been offered an internship at my dream company thanks to her recommendation, I couldn’t help but wish she was here with me so I could thank her and kiss her a thousand times.

“You’re too good for me,” I’d tell her that night through the phone.

19.02.2018 - MS Ent.

I was behind, but I shouldn’t have let that consumed me. I spent so many hours in that studio and forgot what was most important.

I forgot about her.

‘Where are you?’

15.03.2018 - The Apartment

Maybe it was payback for what I had done. Maybe I deserved it.

I sat alone at our dining table watching candles die out, waiting for someone who wouldn’t come.

“I’m sorry. I lost track of time at the studio,” she’d say, pretending as if there wasn’t music and loud voices in the background. “I’m on my way home now.”

She had never been at her agency today.

I would know after the receptionist informed me she hadn’t checked in for the day.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” I’d say, knowing she wouldn’t come home til after midnight.

16.03.2018 - The Apartment

I was making breakfast mindlessly listening to the news. When I would wake her up with water and aspirin for her headache, I would pretend like I hadn’t cried. I’d pretend like I wasn’t choking on perfume that I knew wasn’t hers.

“Solo artist Q. Test was spotted leaving the nightclub ‘Noctus’ last night.”

21.03.2018 - The Apartment

It had been the sixth time in the past few days that she’d slip into bed in the early hours of the morning.

It was the fourth time she’d come back with bruises on her neck that I knew I didn’t leave behind.

“Baby, you awake?”

I didn’t react.

25.03.2018 - ??? Bar

I had been drunk out of my mind.

I couldn’t remember the name of the bar. I couldn’t even remember the name of the stranger I was kissing.

But I couldn’t forget the pit in my stomach thinking about the girl waiting for me at home.

I left her a voicemail that night before I came home.

‘It’s not fair. You’re not fair.’

27.03.2018 - MS Ent.

She’d come into the studio one day.

I wouldn’t get a single word out before she smashed her lips against mine. I had reacted just as feverishly.

We had been drifting, but we were holding on tight because we didn’t want to let go. But I knew we were on the cusp of falling apart.

“Baby, please don’t cry.”

31.03.2018 - ??? Nightclub

He was the third person I had kissed that night, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Maybe the alcohol buzzing through my veins was finally numbing the ache in my heart and filling the pit in my gut.

It’s not like it mattered what I did anyways.

Even if she always came home afterwards, she did worse.

Breaking my heart every time she would only leave me with the same voicemail.

‘I’m sorry. I did it again.’

01.04.2018 - Moonlight Ent.

I should have known why her brother had invited me to come over to his studio. If I had known better I wouldn’t have shown up. I wouldn’t have to look into his pitying gaze.

“I’m sorry, but you have to know. She’s been ch—”

“I know. It doesn’t matter. It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.”

05.04.2018 - MS Ent.

I had been in the middle of a session when I had gotten her voicemail.

‘I heard your cover of ‘Love’ earlier. You sounded beautiful. You always do.’

I never answered.

08.04.2018 - ???’s Apartment

I never did understand how she could do it. How could she lie down under someone and not feel like throwing up? Did her skin not crawl when their lips trailed across her collarbone? Did she not shy away from unfamiliar hands?

I remembered pushing him off me, before grabbing for my clothes. I couldn’t even look at him without feeling sick to my stomach.

“I can’t do this. Sorry,” I’d mutter.

“Whoever you love must have fucked you up, huh?”

“I probably fucked them up, too.”

15.04.2018 - The Her Apartment

I had been in the middle of packing up my things when she got home. I hadn’t been expecting her to be back if it wasn’t two in the morning.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Why? Where are you going?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does! You matter to me.”

I couldn’t believe a word she was saying.

“Do I?”

…

“Don’t fucking lie. Don’t say you love me when you know you fucking don’t. Coming back after you sleep with somebody else doesn’t mean shit.”

…

“Fine. Leave! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t need you at all. Break up with me. I don’t care.”

…

“I hate you!”

And I’d slam the door behind me.

16.04.2018 - The New Apartment

I really hadn’t been expecting anyone to come see me so soon after I moved in, but when I saw my sister standing there I couldn’t help but break down.

“How do I make it stop hurting?”

22.05.2018 - MS Ent.

I missed her.

I didn’t miss what we had, but I did miss my best friend.

I missed having someone to confide all my secrets in. I missed being able to vent out all my frustrations and have someone hold me and promise me everything will be alright.

And maybe she felt the same when she left me that voicemail.

‘I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t wanna hear from me but god damn I miss you. I don’t wanna get back together. I just want my best friend back. Please.’

The next time she called, I answered.

24.05.2018 - The Apartment

I could feel the distance between us.

We hadn’t even touched on anything that had happened. We were acting like nothing was wrong, but we felt it hanging over our heads.

But of course she’d come up with the idea on how to talk it out.

‘Let’s make an album together.’

28.05.2018 - ENLO Ent.

The idea itself was fine, but the actual process had been hell.

It wasn’t hard because of our music tastes.

It was hard to talk about everything without losing control of emotions. It was hard to write lyrics together. It was hard to listen to voicemails neither of us deleted without crying.

It was so fucking hard.

15.06.2018 - Moonlight Ent.

Her brother had invited me over to his studio. I remember him asking if we could get through it. He wondered if it was worth it.

Wouldn’t it be easier to just cut each other out?

He sounded like he was trying to convince us to just give up.

But I wasn’t going to. Not on this. Not on her.

27.06.2018 - ENLO Ent.

It got easier.

Easier to talk. Easier to write. Easier to smile.

It felt better. It felt right.

06.07.2018 - G.U.M. Studios

She had invited me to come with her to see the demo choreography for her title track.

I told her I didn’t need to come. I wasn’t a dancer. But she kept asking, and I’d always been weak.

“What did you think?”

“It was made for you.”

18.09.2018 - MS Ent.

I was in the studio when her album dropped, but I had my phone open. I wanted to watch her comeback stage. She’d been working on this for months and I wanted to see her blossom on that stage in the way she always did.

‘Good luck.’

19.09.2018 - The Apartment

That morning I tried to leave my apartment, before I was stormed by a crowd of people.

I was blinded by the flashing of cameras and felt like I was trapped as they screamed at me, asking me questions.

I could even speak, as if I was choking on words or maybe tears.

I ran back into my home. I didn’t remember calling her, but it was her voice that brought me back to reality.

“Are you with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now don’t worry. My company and I will handle this.”

20.09.2018 - MS Ent.

I didn’t get scolded. Why would I have been? Management knew that I had been working on this project.

But after all the dirty looks I got from my coworkers, I knew that things at work wouldn’t be easy.

21.09.2018 - Her Apartment

She had invited me to our her apartment to celebrate the success of her comeback.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the way she smiled, but suddenly we were in each other’s spaces. Her lips were on mine and I almost melted into her.

But we knew better.

We were just friends.

29.09.2018 - The Apartment

The next time we were together it was at my apartment.

She had come over to celebrate her first win for the comeback.

We shared wine. We shared smiles and laughter. But nothing more.

“Cheers! To a future together as best friends!”

19.10.2018 - MS Ent.

I hadn’t been expecting it.

Her brother apparently didn’t either, if the text accompanying the link he sent me was anything to go by.

‘I didn’t know she was doing this.’

‘When the Party’s Over - Cover’

I couldn’t help but cry before the music had even began.

‘For the person I hurt the most. I’m sorry. But you forgave me and for that I am thankful.

I won’t let you down this time.’

[maythefanfictionbewithyou]

AJ’s Weekend While Mommy was in the Slammer

Summary: Lana comes home to a mess after Archer and AJ have a fun weekend while she is in jail.

Lana made her way up the stairs towards her apartment. Archer hadn’t fucking bothered to pick her up from jail, and instead, she was being dropped off by a taxi. She took her time going up the stairs, dreading the moment she had to walk into her apartment. She was positive that Archer and AJ had made a huge mess. She got to her door and went to unlock it to discover that the greatest spy ever couldn‘t even lock a damn door. She took a deep, calming breath and went inside.

Once inside, she was assaulted by ‘Danger Zone' playing through the apartment. She turned the corner from the entryway into the living room and found pretty much exactly what she had expected. Toys were strewn around the living room, the couch cushions were upturned and stacked up like a barricade, pillows, and blankets on top and around it, a fort, they had made a fort, and the DVD menu of Top Gun was on the TV, the first minute of ‘Danger Zone’ playing on repeat. “This will take forever to clean up. And who will have to clean it up? Me. It‘s always me," she muttered to herself as she made her way further into the living room, past the fort. She tried really hard to stay angry once she saw the other side, but she could feel it fading, California was making her soft. On the other side of the barricade, Archer and AJ were both fast asleep. Archer stretched out on his side, an arm pillowing his head and the other thrown across AJ, who was laying the exact same way, except that her arm was thrown across her teddy bear. Beside them was an empty pizza box, candy wrappers and an empty bottle of booze, dammit Archer.

She took a picture of the scene in front of her before deciding to deal with them after she got cleaned up. She made her way past them towards her bedroom. Inside she found a small photo album carefully placed at the foot of her bed. The words “AJ‘s Weekend While Mommy was in the Slammer" in bright yellow at the top of the purple album. Groaning, she sat down on her bed and flipped through the book. The first group of pictures were all from the office, he must have taken her to work, there was a picture of her on a blanket in his office, surrounded by toys. There were pictures of her and the other members of the group, and some pictures of the two of them making funny faces at each other. The rest of the pictures were more varied: aquarium, zoo, ice cream, AJ’s first time watching Top Gun, and a bunch of other random pictures taken in the apartment. Archer was drinking in half of the pictures, and the pair were doing reckless things in more, but AJ was happy and safe and sound, so Lana guessed she couldn‘t object too much. She had been the one in jail though it was Archer’s fault.

After getting herself cleaned up and changed, she made her way back into living room and found that her boyfriend and daughter were still fast asleep. She found the remote, turn the TV off, and waited. It took about 45 seconds without the song before both Archer and AJ were stirring and waking up. Archer sat up first, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room, but AJ doing mostly the same thing spotted Lana first. “Mommy!" AJ cheered, running to greet her mother.

“Hey baby," Lana said pulling her daughter into a hug. “I missed you!”

“Me and Daddy fun!" AJ told her, pointing towards Archer. She didn’t seem to have missed Lana much, a fact that made her a little sad.

“Yeah, Daddy‘s fun," Archer said through a yawn, stretching his arms.

“Well, daddy forgot to pick up mommy," Lana said sweetly to AJ, but the bitterness was definitely there.

“Goddamnit,” Archer cursed. “AJ! You were supposed to remind me!”

“Don’t get Mommy!" AJ said cheerfully, earning Archer a glare from Lana.

“Don’t forget Mommy, don‘t forget,” Archer corrected, trying to give Lana a sheepish grin.

“Don’t get Mommy!” AJ cheered again.

“Either way, you shouldn’t have left that up to the two-year-old," Lana scolded him

“Not Daddy fault," AJ said defiantly, crossing her arms.

“I see Daddy taught you all sorts of fun things this weekend huh?" Lana asked, not looking at her daughter, instead of shooting daggers at Archer with her eyes.

“Danger Zone!" AJ sang dramatically, causing Archer to break into a fit of laughter. He was literally rolling on the ground laughing. “Danger Zone! Danger Zone!” She cheered again.

“Oh god. What did I get myself into?" Lana asked herself, watching as Archer had started dramatically singing the whole song, AJ doing her best to sing along.