#god of music is a great song i can’t stop listening to it!

[xwedayi]

now that the title track has been released ,,, what do we think?!

Seventeen's October Title Track Predictions

DISCLAIMER:

✧ These are interpersonal tarot readings of seventeen members FOR FUN. These are literally just for me and I don’t expect anyone to take this seriously. These are my interpretations of the readings.

✧ I also do these readings to practice tarot so take them so proceed with this in mind.

✧ Deck: Mystic Mondays Tarot Deck

Reading done on: 9/16/23

What cards best represent the title track?

The Fool + The Sun

✰ Seventeen's upcoming October title track will be about believing oneself to be capable enough to trek on a new journey (The Fool) and feeling positive and supported enough to continue moving forward (The Sun). Almost as if this journey has been pre-destined and all one has to do is stay on the right track and not give up (The Sun + The Fool). Some key phrases/words: new beginnings, optimism, spontaneous, hopeful, excited, lively, lovely, destined.

✰ The overall sound of the song will probably be incredibly lively! The Fool and The Sun are incredibly powerful cards! And to have them as a pair only means the song will sound boisterous, fun, happy, optimistic, and very Seventeen-y. I'm thinking some brass instruments, loud drums, powerful vocals, etc. will be heard in the song. It will also be very catchy.

✰ I just want to emphasize how amazing The Fool + The Sun pairing is. Imagine this: you are starting fresh after completing a chapter in your life and are hopeful about whatever life has to offer you. Life thrums in your veins, surrounds you in the form of laughter from friends and melodic tweeting from songbirds, and envelops you like it does with any other being. You feel supported enough to continue going--and look, it's a sunny day. The sun will always shine down on you, illuminating whatever path you choose to walk. Its comfort. Its happiness. I have a feeling the new song will sound a lot like life after you give life a second chance.

[kisses4reid]

scare | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,, (part 1)

synopsis - you’re in a relationship with some one else and have a pregnancy scare, both your own reaction and spencer’s makes you realise that you’re not happy.

genre - bau!reader x spencer, friends to lovers, multi-part, pregnancy scare, reader has sort of a douche bf, one sided love (at first), angst and fluff

warnings - pregnancy talk, mentions of sex, unhealthy relationships, stress, sickness

w/c - 1.4k?? take a guess cause that’s mine.

a/n - i’ve got 9 weeks free. yeah, i have a job. and yeah, i have about 6 other hobbies i enjoy. but am i gonna make promises i can’t keep about writing more?? yeah. i am. here, enjoy. (pls lemme know abt mistakes it’s rlly late at night rn.)

The plane whirrs, small chatter from Morgan and who you assumed to be Penelope over the phone humming along with the music you try to distract yourself with. It isn’t working.

Because every song has its own special and quirky musical instrument that happens to sound like a message notification. And you keep getting your hopes up.

Your left leg started to bounce, your fingernails found their way to your anxious teeth. And Spencer noticed.

He noticed about halfway through the case, when you stopped talking as much, started drinking an influx of water, started discreetly taking pain medication. At first, he thought it was a simple stomach bug, and he knew your stomach didn’t agree with a lot of travel. But then you started getting nervous.

Spencer glanced at you a few times before moving, sitting next to you (attempting to be discreet). He can’t be discreet though, because every time he’s around you, his body does this weird thing where it can’t decide whether it should be instantly calm or instantly more nervous. Your presence stopped his fidgeting hands, his tired thoughts. But god, when he looked at you, it’s like his heart wants to see you for itself.

And right now his heart hurt, why were you scared?

You barely noticed Spencer sit down, usually you would, but your phone was annoyingly blank, silent. You turned it off and on three times, and re-entered the plane’s wifi password five times.

And now your stomach was grumbling, and not in the way that those nice small sandwiches can help out with.

“Are you okay?”

You jumped, taking your earphones out and staring at Spencer surprised. You laughed nervously, quietly, “Spencer! Sorry. Yeah, I’m fine.”

His warm eyes searched yours and for a second you could ignore the tight feeling in your chest. It made you think back around 8 months ago, when Penelope, your childhood best friend and now co-worker, created a pros and cons list for both Lloyd, and… Spencer.

It was unprofessional and inappropriate, especially when you decided to listen because you had nothing better to do. And especially when she started making some good points.

He squinted his eyes, and you sighed.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit antsy. Feeling a bit… off.”

You felt sick, and stressed, and like your thoughts were going to be the cause of your death. Because you’ve never been sick like this. And to your overworked brain, it only meant one thing.

Spencer’s a great profiler. And although the team collectively agreed to not profile each other, it becomes hard for Spencer when the girl he’s in love with is so obviously in distress. Even worse when he can’t be the hero.

“I can leave you to sleep if you want.” He says, getting up to leave.

“Oh, no. That’s okay. Honestly, I think sleeping would just make it worse.”

Ah, right. Travel sickness, Spencer thought. He gaps his mouth slightly and nods. He relaxes into the couch and looks over to you, heart picking up slightly as pieces of hair fell from your loose ponytail.

You looked over to the table he was previously sat at, the book you gifted him last Christmas open and nearly finished. You smiled to yourself, but it was bittersweet.

“You’re actually reading it?” You asked, looking back at him with slight surprise.

“Of course. I’ve read it 6 times already, it’s a great pallet cleanser- Just like you said in that Christmas card!” He smiled childishly, like he was recalling the first snow.

“I know right! It’s so simple but interesting, I mean I’ve only read it three times but to me I always found it to clear my head.”

Spencer angled himself towards you, “Did you know that the author actually interviewed his daughter’s teachers to see what ages teachers were more invested in compared to class sizes? He said in an interview that depending on a students intelligence, there’s an underlying emotional connection made between student and teacher,” he took a breath, “It plays into the intelligence to ego ratio that so many people claim isn’t true. Which I’m not trying to say you have a big ego, or that I do-“

You waved you hands, “Woah, woah. Why would I think you’re talking about me?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Well, you’re very intelligent.”

“Oh!… Thanks for thinking I’m intelligent, or smart.” You shrugged, “But I think you insulted yourself. You don’t have a 187 IQ for nothing do you?”

“You remembered my IQ?” He laughed nervously. His smile warms your chest like a candle. Like that candle he got you randomly in April, after you mentioned your favourite one being used up by your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend. Ugh.

You smile falters for only a second, “Of course. You only mention it to every person that second guesses you.”

He nods and smiles, “Must be my ego.”

You laugh, subconsciously bumping your shoulder with his. But- Jesus. Your stomach is queasy.

“Hey, uh, do you want some travel sickness pills?” He reached over for his satchel but you grab his forearm and smile as convincingly as you can.

“No, no. We’re landing soon, but thank you.”

You’re overreacting.

That’s what he said. When you texted your boyfriend of a year and a half that you thought you were pregnant he said, You’re overreacting. Two words, two hours after your first text, on his day off.

Maybe you are. You started feeling sick on a slightly more gory case, it’s lasted ever since the case started, you get travel sick as well.

The headaches are from the computer screen and stress. The stress is from fatigue. The fatigue is because of the lack of sleep. The lack of sleep is because of the headaches.

Why do you always do this? Always thinking that there’s something wrong with you. Always being the biggest person in your own life, selfish.

But… what if?

There’s a sudden squeak from behind you, and you instantly snapped out of it. You took a deep breath and looked at your surroundings. You were at your desk, standing, the strap of your bag clutched in your hands - god, your knuckles were white. Your eyes darted in surprise and confusion, and you jumped once again when Spencer spoke into the silence.

“You okay?”

“Um…”

You didn’t look back at him, only looking down at your shoes and taking a deep breath. You plastered on a smile despite the bile collecting in your throat.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve gonna go, the bus leaves at um…”

You took out your phone. He didn’t even respond to your text asking him to pick you up.

“I’ll drive you home. But uh, I gotta pick up some groceries. I hope you don’t mind.”

He curved to your desk and gently took your bag from your hands, glancing at the way you traced your knuckles and how the leather strap now had slight wrinkles in it. He smiled, warmly. And he started walking like you rejecting the idea wasn’t an option.

Which is wasn’t, because he knew you too well.

“Well, a cucumber actually has 3% more water than watermelon. So if you really want a refreshing snack, cucumber is your man.”

You smiled and raised your eyebrows in interest. He’s had many vegetables and fruits in the basket, not a lot of protein. Explained a lot.

My man, you thought with a smile.

My man, you shivered.

“I don’t like cucumbers.” You said like it was distraction, and he nodded, picking up some kewpie mayo as he you around to the next aisle. He glanced at you,

“I know. You say it’s tasteless. I like it.” He shrugged.

“I know.” You smiled, and he smiles back.

God, you wish you could bask in it, the warmth. But your chest was still tingly, and your heart hadn’t stopped aching ever since you got excited about an email notification.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay? I noticed you’ve been tense for like… a week.” He grabbed some pasta sauce and put his hand on your shoulder to turn you around - you obviously looked too far into your own head.

“Yeah, just feeling-“

“Y/n.” He turned to you, stopping your venture into the dairy aisle. His eyes were hard, worried. The fluorescent lights swayed slightly. A worker walked by the end of the aisle with a trolley full of food.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t,” he lifted one arm, wanting to rest his hand on your upper arm, to help you, “Don’t say sorry. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I have been feeling sick. That’s true. And I’ve been stressed and, thinking a lot. A lot.”

It felt weird to nearly tell Spencer about your relationship problems. It was like complaining to a doctor about healing crystals. It was like a slap in the face. Maybe that’s why you never did tell him about it, because it was facing your fears.

It was the pros and cons list made by Penelope.

But I’m overreacting.

“It’s nothing.”

Spencer sighed. You had that habit, of nearly opening up, and then shutting the door just as he was about to walk in.

You heard his sigh.

“Okay. I gave Lloyd my car because he has the day off, and he likes going to his friends houses on his days off. And, I told him something that should probably freak him out. But he doesn’t really care. I don’t think he really cares, about anything. At least about me.”

You started walking, because holy shit you’ve never said that out loud before, and Spencer followed you,

“Y/n, if you want to tell me something-“

“I think I’m pregnant.” You stopped, and started picking at your fingers, acting as if it was admitting to not knowing your left and rights, or that you don’t really like coconut.

His eyes widen, and his heart drops. It was like his worst nightmare coming true- jesus, how could he even think about himself right now? The girl he loved felt trapped with a man she thought might be the father of her baby.

Spencer gulped, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

You looked at each other, scared, you more than him. And then you cringed,

“God, I’m sorry Spencer. I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“No- Y/n, it’s fine. I’m glad you told me-“

“I haven’t even, like, taken a test yet-“

“Wait so-”

You spun on your heel and looked at him exasperated.

“So… let’s go get some tests.” He said (he hopes) calmly. He was really trying, to pretend to be calm and collected. That’s what you needed, a clear head to replace yours.

He paid for everything, even the 5 pregnancy tests and the over sized lollipop you put in the basket to ease your nerves later on.

The moon was high, you were about three hours late to get home now, and your head was attacking itself with rambles and aches and honestly, you were sick of it.

You shivered, huddling in your jacket and drawing only slightly closer to Spencer. His silence was like a hook, drawing you in closer and higher and taking every word you had been thinking that day to the tip of your tongue.

You looked up to him. His hair fell into his eyes, the breeze reddening his cheeks slightly.

It’s Spencer. You’ve known him for nearly 6 years, but it feels like you’ve known each other for ever. You know everything about him, and he knows everything about you. Well, not everything. He doesn’t know how you feel in your own apartment, how every anniversary had been forgotten even when it was the ‘1 year’ mark, how you felt like you were raising an over grown child who could drink.

He knows you’re strong, but admitting all that? I’d look weak.

You have looked weak in front of Spencer. He stayed overnight in your hospital room, he held you when you watched a little girl die, he wiped your tears when you watched a sad short film during your break.

You couldn’t hide anything from him.

“I don’t think I’m pregnant- Well, I mean I might be, but there’s a very low chance,” You started, Spencer’s jaw clenched for a millisecond, “I’ve just been feeling sick and… it could be because of stress from work, or just general stress- like, I don’t know.”

Spencer moved the grocery bag to his other hand.

“Kids are great, don’t get me wrong. Some people don’t get the chance to have kids. I mean…” You gulped, and Spencer finally looked down at you. But now, all you could do was stare at the car park’s concrete floor. Speaking out loud was like clearing your brain, the fog was lifting. “Lloyd doesn’t want kids. I do, at least in the future, not right now. I just hope it’s not with-“ You cut yourself off, and slow down a bit. Spencer matches your pace.

I just hope it’s not with him.

He gulps, and clears his throat, looking down at you with understanding eyes, “With everything that’s going on.”

“Yeah… yeah. You know, my job, my…” It’s no use lying to Spencer. He knows. He’s known, for a long time.

Your chest was tight, and you made eye contact with the pregnancy tests lying on top of Spencer’s groceries. The thought of going home, rushing to the bathroom, avoiding your boyfriend who was already waiting angry, made your throat close up. Because only now, when you were three hours late from work and ignoring his one attempt at a phone call, Lloyd texted, ‘I think you need to calm down.’ It was a bare minimum, and finally Spencer could see you realizing it.

No, ‘Wre you okay?’, ‘What’s making you think this?’ ‘Where are you?’

No. He was making you out to be the crazy one, the one to be over thinking, over bearing, too much.

You were confused. To put it blankly. And scared. And questioning your life decisions. And honestly you just wanted to curl up in a ball and to have Spencer make you bad cucumber salad at his warm apartment.

You looked up to Spencer but he was already looking down at you, reaching for his keys and nodding, “You can come to mine, it’ll be okay.”

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[ilwonuu]

camping trip?

↬ kim seungmin ( a connection fic to don’t you wanna?)

𓇣 pairing- nonidol!seungmin x fem!reader, established relationship, meandom!seungmin x sub!reader

𓇣 summary- you and your friends are so excited for your camping trip. seungmin can’t seem to keep his mind on camping though,,,

𓇣 warnings- smut with plot, unprotected sex(what can i say? don’t do this!!!!), multiple sex scenes, creampie, kissing, a little impact play(slapping), a little choking, rough sex, seungmin is kinda mean, alcohol consumption( they don’t get drunk), dirty talk(seungminshshhahsgs) , member’s appearances!!!, crack, fluff, kissing, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), lmk if i missed something

𓇣 a/n- hi mls<33 if you guys cannot tell im going thru a seungmin era,,, i wrote this last night because i couldn’t stop thinking about it lmfaoo, also this one is so bit longer than usual

you were more than excited for your friend groups yearly camping trip. after,,, your last encounter with seungmin and a couple of the others guys your relationship has changed somewhat.

you and seungmin always liking to have an audience now. but you swore that you would not ruin the camping trip with your loud fucking, minho made you promise

“you guys fuck like rabbits in any environment.” seungmin just laughs. “okay not any environment, but shut up you pervs like listening.” you roll your eyes at their words as you turn to felix and he is also rolling his eyes. smiling when you noticed.

“you like the audience you freak.” jeongin says with a laugh as he turns around to look at you seungmin and felix in the back. “you guys bored? why the long faces.” he questions you three with a teasing tone. “bored wouldn’t be the word i think i am hangry.” felix sighs as he lays back in his seat.

“oh my god me too i will kill someone if i don’t eat soon.” your boyfriend chimes in. “can you guys shut up maybe? so i can listen to the music.” minho scoffs causing you to laugh. “this is a good song.” you say listening to the song that muffled. minho smiles at you through the mirror.

“she’s the only non annoying one.” he focuses back on the road. “definitely not true she is very annoying.” seungmin chimes in. you hit his chest slightly not hurting him. he whines out in fake pain. “annoying and hits me!” you roll you eyes at him looking away.

“you know i’m only kidding baby.” you laugh at him as he touches your side playfully. “okay just shut up for the rest of the ride. we’re almost there chan said to turn at the first turn after the red sign. they are already there.” minho says with a half sigh turning up the music as the resting of you talk quietly among yourselves.

“woah this is camp sight? it’s so nice.” you say as you get out of the car with others. “everyone pick where they want their tent. also figure out who’s sleeping with who.” chan says with a smile as he sees you guys joining the rest of the members.

“okay dad.” hyunjin says with a slight laugh. “this is gonna be a great camping trip!!!” jisung chimes in. “i agree!! i missed all of us together with you y/n.” seungmin admits with a smile.

“what happened to my rude boyfriend? why are you being cute i don’t like it.” you smile at him and he just rolls his eyes pulling you to hug him. “i’ll be rude later.” he whispers to you with an innocent expression.

“they are already plotting!” changbin points at you two playfully. “as long as i don’t hear anything then its fine.” minho says with a smile. “jisung come here you’re sharing a tent with me.” han nods grabbing the tent walking over to the spot him and lee know chose. “i know who i’m sharing with.” seungmin states the obvious as you two try to put up the tent together.

“i think we might be the worst people to put a tent together.” you laugh at the two of your poor tent building skills. “well you’re definitely worse than me but yea.” he turns his attention back to his side trying to figure where the poles go. “i got it!” you smile as you see your side standing on its own. he stares at you blankly. “fucking how? help me.” he scoffs in disbelief.

“i thought i was worse than you at putting it together?” you tease walking over to his side. he looks so cute with his hoodie over his head. “yea yea you’re not just help me.” he says looking at you for a second. “what?” you question his interesting gaze.

“i just can’t wait until we have this built so i can fuck you.” you gasp at his words and his bold expression. “seungmin stop we can’t. you know i can’t be that quiet.” you blush looking away from him embarrassed by your own words.

“yea i know baby, just gonna have to find something to shut you up huh?” he whispers into your ear as he pulls you closer to him. you can feel his half hard dick poking at you stomach. “seungmin.” you try to look at him with an intimidating expression but it didn’t really work. he just smiled at your face.

“what is my pretty little slut getting wet thinking about it?” you roll your eyes pushing him back gently. “we need to build the tent.” you bend over to grab the poles trying to show him which way they go but he doesn’t look very focused.

“seungmin are you even listening? i just showed you how to do it now do it.” he shakes his head. “i was not looking at that damn tent i was looking at you. but show me again because i want it built.” he smiles innocently.

“okay actually watch this time idiot!” he nods. you show him and he quickly figures it out. being the first ones to finish building your tent. “let’s put our stuff inside.” you smile walking to the car hand and hand. “how did you guys figure it out?” hyunjin and chan question as they stand next the the tent that is far from being built.

“babe go help them let me get the stuff out of the car.” he suggests and you nod running over to the two boys. you show the boys how to do it and they thank you. you joining seungmin in the tent you two shared after he was done grabbing the stuff. “it’s very spacious in here.” he smiles at you before pulling you to lay against his chest. “we all know why you think that’s important.”

you hear someone shout for the two of you outside the tent. “hey we’re going to the store to grab dinner! the nearest store is like 30 mins away so we might be a couple hours!” chan says as him. seungmin yells a quick okay and the other boys leave.

“i’m so happy we weren’t put on grocery shopping duty.” you sigh against him. “yea me too i would be so mad if i have to grocery shop on vacation.” seungmin says with a smirk that you can’t see. his hand moving to your thigh slowly.

“minnie what are you doing.” you smile turning to face him. “gotta see how i can keep you quiet. we’re gonna see how well you can do yea? if you’re quieter ill reward you. but if you’re bad i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you will have no way to hide your noises. deal baby?” you nod.

“im gonna try really hard to be quiet.” you say biting your lip a little. “good girl. such a good slut for me aren’t you?”

what seungmin didn’t mention is how long you guys would be doing this for. the boys have been gone for an hour now but you and seungmin are still touching on each other. he has you on your stomach as he fucks you from behind the new position catching you off guard.

“m-minnie! o-oh please don’t stop.” he just smirks. “yeah? gonna be bad huh? you sure thats a good idea baby?” you shake your head no shutting yourself up.

“good fucking girl.” he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. his hips slowing to fuck you deeper. he pulls out of you without warning, flipping you over. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth bringing them down to your cunt.

“if i kiss you will you be quiet?” he asks as he pushes the fingers inside you roughly fucking them in and out. the squelch noise is so loud from your arousal and how close you are to coming.

“p-please kiss me.” he smiles rubbing your cheek gently. “such a good little toy.” he leans down to kiss you as he continues to finger you. your legs start to shake at the overstimulation as his finger curl deeper.

“s—mminnie.” you moan through the kiss quietly. “you gonna cum slut? want me to lick it all up after huh? you taste so fucking good.” he send a small smack against your face to see how you react. the two of you talking about having impact in your sex someday. but he never acted on it but you wanted him to. you moan on the spot when the pressure stung against your cheek.

“you like it that much baby? you just got so fucking tight. such a slut, dirty girl likes when i hit her?” you nod as your legs shake. you try to close them but seungmin does not let you.

“m-minnie- too much.” your eyes roll back into your head. “is it? you cunt doesn’t want my fingers to leave though. you’re so close to coming i know you are baby. don’t fight it. it will feel so good. my little slut coming on my fingers. my dick is so hard.” you moan one last time before coming all over his fingers. he doesn’t stop his movements though.

“fuck i just want to ruin you. but it will be better if the guys hear how much of a slut you are when i fuck you. not like they don’t already know.” he finally pulls his fingers out of you.

“open your fucking mouth.” he watches you open your mouth slowly. he smiles pushing his fingers into your mouth. “fucking suck them clean slut.” he watches as you obey his wishes. making eye contact as you suck on them like you’re going down on him.

“fuck i need to taste you.” you don’t know how he moves so quickly. getting in between your legs. licking up your cum and some of his own from earlier.

“so fucking good.” he pulls away grabbing a hold of your neck applying slight pressure as he pulls you to make out with him. you moan into the kiss as you two stay like that for a couple minutes before you hear the cars return.

“we’re back you guys better not be fucking in there!” minho says playfully as you seungmin separate. “not fucking you idiot.” seungmin says to the boy through the tent.

“you never know what you two are doing.” han says through the tent as well. you and seungmin just roll your eyes as you quietly get dressed. “come out here to help with dinner. we all agreed.” chan says to you two. causing you to have to physically drag seungmin out of the tent.

“i’m not even a good cook you guys don’t need me.”seungmin sighs with a fake pout. chan tsks. “okay whatever you say! then go find some extra wood for the fire. we need to have plenty.” he sighs dramatically walking away to get the wood as you and the rest of start to help on dinner.

after the dinner the nine of you gathered around the fire for a light drink. “this drink is good minho! what did you mix it with?” you question taking another sip as you are hugging seungmin in his chair.

“i honestly don’t remember but it’s tequila and a soda and something else idek me and han made it while we were drunk.” he shrugs taking a seat next to the boy he mentioned.

“i think it’s s’mores time what do you guys think?” changbin says with a smile. “you read my mind.” hyunjin says as him & changbin practically jump for the s’mores ingredients. felix following behind the boys.

“why am i friends with idiots?” seungmin thinks out loud receiving a “hey!” from them both. each of you quickly getting your own s’mores of course. you look over at you boy with a soft smile.

“you have marshmallow on your lips.” you say pointing to where it was. “get it off?” he asks you. to others they may think he just wants you to wipe it off with a napkin or something. but seungmin kinda,, loves when you kiss him to get something off his face. he always does the same to you. he loves a good reason to kiss you. you nod hesitantly as you pull him into a kiss. neither of your pulling away after the marshmallow was gone.

“you guys are like horny teens.” jeongin says rolling his eyes. “do i need to remind you that you were on the call the other day?” he says at the boy with a smirk.

“t-that’s different i wasn’t watching-“ hyunjin and chan now thinking about the events that occurred the other day. “oh but i bet you wish you were.” he says with a sarcastic tone. “seungmin- stop teasing him! we don’t need to talk about that.” he rolls his eyes.

“i know you like it.” he says rubbing your cheek a little, remembering where he hit earlier.

“on that thought it’s my bed time! good fucking night.” chan laughs at them before going into his tent. after he left you guys stayed chatting for another half an hour , before you all said your goodnights heading into your own tents.

i don’t think you and seungmin have gotten naked so quick. him kissing you quietly as you two grind against each other. the two of you trying to be quiet but you let a moan slip when he pulls you on top of him.

“fucking slut you know you need to be quiet. you don’t know how to listen? i know how to shut you up. put that slutty mouth to use other than to babble nonsense yea?” he smirks as you crawl off his hips down to his dick. you stroke it a couple times watching his reaction.

“f-fuck spit on it-“ you cut him off by doing exactly what he wants. you spit on it as you make eye contact. you take his tip into your mouth. he hisses at the contact trying to stop his moans.

“fu-fuck you’re so good at this. i forget every- fuck every time. how can i? feels so fucking good.” he says as quietly as he can. you continue to bob your head on him until he stops you. pulling you off him. “i want to cum inside my good slut. you want that too hm?” he pulls you up more so that your faces are close. he kisses your lips gently.

“y-yes minnie want you-“ he smirks kissing you again. “lay on your back.” he says demandingly. you quickly comply getting on your back. “you think you’re gonna be quiet? like earlier remember.” he kisses your lips again as he lines up with your entrance. you nod quickly as you look in between your legs.

“such a good little fuck toy for me aren’t you? say it slut.” he grabs your face as he pushes into you. you immediately try to stop your moan by covering your mouth with you hand. “no no- fucking say it first or i will stop.” he pulls your hand off your mouth as he stops his hips.

“m-minnie- please move- i need-“ he lands a slap against your cheek before rubbing his hand over it. “what did i fucking say?” he knows you like it rougher but he can’t help but feel a little bad after he sees your red cheek. “i am your fuck t-toy min please!” you trying to grind into him but he stopped your hips quickly.

“oh you want to act like that? so needy aren’t you? i’ll give it to you until you’re begging me to stop. gonna fuck this cunt until you cry baby?” he starts to move his hips. you moan but it’s cut off with another slap but against your thigh this time.

“shut the fuck up.” he looks at you sternly as he covers your mouth. “you are such a good girl you know that? even when you’re being all bad. not listening to me? i’ll give you what you fucking want.” his hips speed against yours. your moans being muffled by his hand.

“you like this slut?” he questions already knowing you will not be able to answer. causing you to send another moan into his hand. “f-fuck i don’t even care anymore. need to fuck you perfectly.” he pulls his hand off your mouth. your moans filling the tent and area around it.

“m-minnie- so big. please deeper!” you cry out for him as a tear falls from your eye. “deeper? don’t you think i’m fucking you deep already?” he slows down to fuck you harder and deeper.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum.” you now sobbing for him. he just thinks you look so fucking pretty like this. your cheeks red from the slaps, your mascara that you were wearing now ruined. you have dried spit on your chin. he loves when it looks like he ruined you.

“yea? cum like a good girl. i’m close too baby.” you moan at his words. “p-please cum in me.” you say with a whimper and that just boosts your boyfriends ego even more. “you want it baby? fuck my cum into you. you love when i fuck you like a whore.” your legs start to shake as you approach your high. seungmin holding your hips to fuck into you at the perfect angle.

“fuck! im coming minnie-“ you sigh out of relief as you feel your release wash over you. your clench around your boyfriend with a moan. that’s all it took to have him coming aswell. him fucking you nice and slow so that his cum gets deeper.

“fu-fuck you did so well for me.” he pulls out of you slowly not wanting it to drip out of you instantly. “fuck let me get a towel.” he says leaning behind him to reach into his bag. grabbing the towel and cleaning you up. you hear some movement outside the tent causing you two to look at each other in fear.

“kim seungmin. i’m gonna fucking kill you.” is all you hear from minho. you sighing in relief that its just minho. his remarks causing seungmin to laugh. “if you had a girlfriend as hot as mine. i swear you wouldn’t be able to stop either.” he admits with a shout to the boy outside.

“shut up! i’m going to sleep. be quiet or i will come in there and drag you out and throw you in the river.” he hits the tent as if its threat causing you to laugh now.

“sorry minho.” you mumble through the tent. “no sorries! let me sleep.” he sighs running back to his tent. minho knows that the next few days are gonna be long.

[devildomwriter]

A Christmas Song They Absolutely Hate

A request by an anon

Lucifer (That damn chipmunk song)

Enough said, he cannot tolerate it at all, the second he hears those squeaky voices he’ll react somewhat violently. Whatever he needs to do to get that music to stop the fastest, he will do, even launching Mammon into the speaker.

Mammon (Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer)

He hates the song. He’s not so big an idiot that he doesn’t realize everyone only suddenly likes Rudolph because they think he’s useful, he thinks it’s a bad song and the reindeer are big jerks.

Leviathan (Baby, it’s cold outside)

“Those fucking normies. They’re just all over each other, go to hell.”

Satan (God rest ye merry gentlemen.)

They literally diss him in the song, like what’d he do to those guys personally, it makes him very angry to hear carolers singing it especially.

Innocent Carolers: “To save us all from Satan’s power—“

Satan: *yelling from across the street* “I didn’t do anything to you!”

Asmodeus (That damn chipmunk song)

Like normally squeaky or soft voices are kinda cute but nuh-uh, not this one. It feels like nails on a chalkboard to him.

Beelzebub (Believe)

He doesn’t really care but the song Believe makes him kinda sad.

It’s a great song with a bittersweet message and it makes him tear up a little when he hears it so he’s come to not like it much.

Belphegor (Anything hard to fall asleep to)

It doesn’t matter the song, if it’s too uppitty he can’t fall asleep. Even Christmas gospel can send him to sleep but not something like All I Want For Christmas is You.

Solomon (That damn chipmunk song)

It needs no introduction. It’s a song he’d hoped would die out soon after its release but it’s been well over a decade and occasionally he hears it playing and sighs deeply at how disappointing human musical taste has become.

Thirteen (That damn chipmunk song)

She hates it and will only occasionally tolerate it by playing it whenever Solomon is nearby in hopes of seeing his face fall.

Simeon (Santa baby)

The song really drives him nuts, he doesn’t have a real reason he just really dislikes it. Maybe it’s the greed at Christmas time which isn’t even about gifts, but it just really irks him.

Luke

He loves them all, except super romantic ones because that’s not what Christmas is about!

Raphael (All I want for Christmas is you)

That’s not the point of Christmas at all and the song mentions nothing about the true meaning of Christmas everything about some random romantic interest really irritates him. He’s not above spearing the sound system if the song isn’t changed.

Michael (12 days of Christmas)

It's just so long and repetitive.

He’d rather listen to shorter songs than one that just doesn’t seem to end, like get to the next song already, turtledoves aren’t even an existing species anymore—don’t remind him of such a tragedy.

Mephistopheles (Basically all of them)

Mephistopheles isn’t a Christmas demon, he only tolerates it for Diavolo’s sake but he’ll be damned if a song plays around him and Diavolo isn’t there. He’ll contact whoever he needs to to change the music immediately.

Barbatos (Dominic the donkey)

He hates it because he believes it’s rather stupid but also because it cracks Diavolo up so Diavolo plays it a few times a day to amuse himself and Barb is really sick of hearing it.

Diavolo

He loves all of them, even the damn chipmunk song. Even the Christmas gospel doesn’t really bother him but he doesn’t pay as much attention to it as he does humming along to the other songs. He does laugh when he hears Satan’s name in God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, so he actually likes that one.

[l0ve-dov3]

bedroom floor !

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luke castellan x demeter! reader

summary: in which luke talks to his ex-girlfriend on a vacation with the senior campers.

warnings: just a naughty word or two :^

word count: 1.3k !

authors note: this one-shot is an ode to the song bedroom floor by sneaky peaches and the fuzz. definitely not sure about how i feel on this one-shot, but i tried my best to tie the ‘hopelessly heartbroken’ vibes of the song into this fic. can’t tell if it worked or not, soooo!

Luke sat in the back of a crowded van, listening to the loud chatter between his friends. It was summer, and the senior campers managed to get Chiron’s permission for a beach trip. This would be great, of course—for everyone needs a vacation sometimes—if you hadn’t broken up with him about a month prior.

It wasn’t exactly bad. You were far too sweet for a angry, heartless breakup like that. But Gods, did he miss you. I mean truly, deeply miss you, and he was hoping by now he’d be over it.

Spoiler, he wasn’t.

Because now, he was pretending to pay attention to Chris, more focused on you singing with Clarisse in the passenger seat.

“And he’s gone. How surprising.” Chris groaned, realizing that Luke was in his own little world. Silena chuckled, seeing Luke’s dazed expression next to Chris’ blank stare of frustration.

As a child of Aphrodite, and friend to the former couple, she often fell victim to Castellan’s bouts of love and sadness. She’d watched him ramble about how gorgeous you looked, wishing he could kiss you the way he used to. But, she had also let him lean on her shoulder, crying into the stars about how he’d follow you anywhere.

On the other hand, she knew how deeply it hurt you to break up with the golden boy. You had only done it out of fear, your recent nightmares pointing to a quest of some kind. You were scared. Scared of how the quest would turn out, and even more scared of how Luke may handle it, so you broke up with him.

You tried to ignore your guilt, but it kept coming back to taunt you. Your plan was to fix that today.

The car slowed to a halt, and the music was turned down, effectively stopping your singing and jumping. Clarisse leaned her elbow on the passenger seat, looking back to her friends with a smirk. “Alright bitches, our vacation has officially begun.”

The car filled with excited cheers, and in a mad rush to get out the car, everyone found themselves basking in the warmth of Jones Beach. The heat was refreshing, in a sense; a reminder that they were out of camp grounds and free to do as they pleased.

Y/n ran off to the edge of the water, her bags long forgotten in her excitement to be near the sea. She stood there, grinning at the waters edge, with a white coverup hiding her swimsuit from view.

“Come on Y/n, show us the swimsuit!” Clarisse whistled to you, earning a soft chuckle as she carried over your stuff. Since the breakup, you and Clarisse had become closer friends, jokingly flirting with each other and pushing each other’s buttons. You’d grown to find comfort in her mask of aggression, knowing that she was a true friend deep down.

“Don’t get too excited!” You yelled back to her, wiggling your shoulders exaggeratively and earning laughs from your group of friends.

As the laughing began to die, you untied your coverup, letting it drop to the ground dramatically. Clarisse and Chris whistled, Silena clapping and hooting in a bout of approval; but Luke sat there, eyes wide with adoration, trying—and failing—not to stare for too long.

You were wearing a light blue one piece, made with a perfect bow in the center of your chest. It hugged your hips comfortably, and he watched as you spun in a circle to show your friends the whole thing.

It was nothing revealing, nor outlandish, it was just such a reflection of you. The sweet, soft, bow-loving girl he always knew.

And he needed you, unlike anything in the world. He needed you now, and forever.

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The first two hours of your beach trip were spent splashing each other and swallowing too much ocean water. Most recently, you played water chicken on Silena’s shoulders, with Chris fighting against you on Luke’s. The ravenette spared glances at you every few seconds, making Chris lose to a solid push right to his chest. The boys splashed and laughed in a faux rivalry, throwing random accusations as to why they had lost, and you watched them lovingly as you made your way out of the water.

You decided you wanted to sunbathe for a bit, growing tired of the endless swimming and dunking your friends into the water. Sunbathing was much more relaxing, and it would give you time to read the book you’d been meaning to start.

Watching as you laid down on your towel, Luke slowly stopped splashing Chris. Even he would admit it was creepy, how often he stopped to look at you, but this time he couldn’t help but indulge. His heartbeat sped up with every passing second, wanting nothing but to walk through the sand and be with you. Wanting love. Wanting you. Wanting things to be normal again.

“Chris, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Chris shrugged, already knowing where his friend would go.

The child of Hermes swam up to the shore, anxiously walking up to the spot where you lay. You could feel his presence before you saw him, and your heart tightened as he took a seat right beside you.

“Y/n.” He said gingerly, trying not to let his anxiousness bleed into his words.

“Hey hero.” You sighed softly in return, sitting up to face him properly. You knew that he wanted to talk, and you knew you needed to. You made a mistake in breaking up with him, and he deserved to know. But, just as your lips parted, his own words came spilling out.

“I miss you, Y/n.” He began, taking a deep breath, “You were—and you still are—the best thing to ever come out of this shitty life of being a half-blood. You—You are gentle, and kind, and soft, and I can be slow with you. I can live and love slow with you.”

His words made your heart stutter, your breathing going shallow with the weight of it all. You looked down at your feet, tears threatening to fall, as he rambled about you.

“You are my angel, my flower, my sun and my stars. I would follow you anywhere, Y/n, but I have to know why…” He paused, swallowing any fear left in his stomach, “Why wouldn’t you follow me?”

His final words came out in a solemn whisper, one that made you shiver with guilt at how you’d hurt this poor boy. What you thought would help had only harmed the both of you, and now, you were paying for it; paying for the way he loved you so unconditionally.

“I want to, Luke.” You whispered, tears landing on your towel beneath you.

Luke felt his heart shatter. He watched as you wiped away tears stiffly, trying to hide the way you slowly broke in front of him. With a cautious hand, he reached up to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb the way he always did when you cried. His calloused hand felt like it melted into you, a sensation so familiar that it made you cry harder. You missed him. You missed this, and the way he held you.

So you leaned in, bringing a hand to the side of his neck. He looked into your eyes, tearful and soft, and planted a passionate kiss on your shaking lips. The butterflies in your stomach awoke from their slumber, and your lips molded to his in the same way they used to. You tasted like strawberries and vanilla, and he brought you in further to taste you just a bit more.

“I want to, Luke.” You breathed, “I want to follow you anywhere.”

[rinhaler]

Hey hey luxie!! Here are the rin hcs I wanted to share with u this is the same anon from the other day!

Sfw:

* friends to lovers trope is the only viable option considering his overall…disposition, there’s no other way he’d give you time of day

* Calls you otaku in a hateful way because he loves the way ur face scrunches up

* Has all of your orders at any type of eating establishment stored in his brain so he can surprise you whenever ur feeling down

* POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE

* “What the hell are you doing hanging out with that loser?” “No, I’m coming over and we’re having a movie night.”

* Believe it or not, he blushes easily

* “Rinrin, do I look pretty?” *blush mode activated* “w-what? Yeah! Yeah, really pretty” he precedes to die of embarrassment

* Likes to scare you lmfao especially if you guys are watching a scary movie he’ll say he has to go to the bathroom and when he comes back he sneaks up behind the couch, grabs your shoulders and makes some weird ass noise and starts cackling once you scream and popcorn goes flying everywhere

* Absolute hater

* Will make fun of the music you listen to but then has a whole playlist of ur fav songs

* Simps for you so hard

* This man literally has a key to ur house and brings u coffee almost every morning

* Always wants you at his games and practices and looks for you in the stands

* He’s a little snuggle bunny it’s canon bc I said so

* Great listener but not really good at advice but will never hesitates to be your shoulder to cry on

* Often invites you to do yoga with him

* Loves to brush your hair and have spa days with you

* But know this he’s always gonna win the idgaf war

* Sidenote I feel like he knows how to skateboard and is good at it??? Must be the emo in him

Nsfw:

* Titty boiiiiiiiii

* That’s how the friendship evolved into a romantic relationship

* From starring at ur tits

* He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it or when it started happening

* “You wanna touch ‘em, rin? You’ve been starring at them a lot lately.” “Pshh whatever no I haven’t, you’re delusional!”

* Denial is a river in Egypt and he’s drowning it in, he can’t possibly want you in that way….unless?

* “Are you sure baby?” Consent king, has to make 100% sure you’re ok with it

* And after that first tit grab he’s done for

* Absolute slut for kissing and making out like literally he could cum from having his tongue in your mouth (he did the first time it happened oopsies don’t make fun of the poor baby)

* SLOBBER MONSTER OH MY GOD

* spits in ur mouth, spits on ur pussy, fucking drools allllll over you

* Loves to lick you and be licked

* Super sensitive nipples he’s kinda embarrassed by it but god does it get him bricked up

* Fav positions are missionary (mating press to be specific) and lotus. He wants to be close to you and hold you but still able to watch ur boobies bounce

* really into eye contact he knows how intense his gaze is and loves seeing you get all flustered from it and try to look away

* Grabs you by the cheeks, squishing them together a little and lightly shakes your head back and forth “nuh-uh, look at me me little girl watch me fuck this sloppy cunt”

* He’s got a dirty fuckin mouth (yum)

* “Harder rin, please baby harder!” “Yeah, you like getting your little pussy pounded? god, you’re a fucking nympho, aren’t you?”

* Once again, POSSESSIVE!!!

* “Who does this pussy belong to? It’s my fuckin pussy, only I make you feel this good, nobody else can ever make you feel like this. That’s right, call out for me baby, say my name, tell me who you love”

* Breeding kink due to said possessiveness, he came in you the first time you guys had sex, you are his and there’s no way around it

* Can and will and wants to get you pregnant he doesn’t give a fuck

* Pleasure dom he won’t stop until you’re crying or screaming or giggling from how deliriously cockdrunk you are

* Strength kink this mf just stands up and fucks u mid air, loves showing off

* Moans, groans, whines, grunts, growls, he makes every sound you could possibly think of despite him being a stone cold statue majority of the time, this is not the case during sexy time

* Oh and let me put an emphasis on the whiny part while he’s getting head

* So needy it’s kinda pathetic really but he’s soooo cute

* “Oh shit yes baby, pull it out, please baby please put my dick in that pretty mouth”

* Secretly loves being teased and edged

* Face fucker, both receiving and giving

* He lets you mount his face like a bicycle and absolutely goes to TOWN on ur pussy

* Shakes when he cums like I said he cums inside you and he actually gets pretty emotional that you just let him and trust him that much to do something so intimate with you

* Stamina is fucking insane he can go all night if you want

* But when all is said and done aftercare is really sweet and sensual, he’ll wanna cuddle for a few minutes, just hold you and caress your back and tell you how much he loves you lots of kissing too

* Once he finally gets up he’ll run a bath for the two of you and both of you wash each other off before going to bed

* But he gets out before you so he can put some fresh sheets on the bed

* Rin itoshi is a lover and a sweetheart with is s/o no one can convince otherwise

Anywayyyy ima stop myself there I could literally go on all day abt him it’s bad I’m sick in the head

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possessive rin is so dear to my heart I deff agree with that. like, stupidly possessive. doesn't like it when other guys look at you or breathe your air you're his and no one else's.

I love the idea of him knowing what we like to eat 🥹 I'm such a picky eater. However I also feel like he'd definitely try and get you out of your comfort zone to try new things!! But I think he'd be proud of u for trying even if u don't like what he's picking :P

HIMMMMMMM BEING A SKATEBOARDER EMO BOY IS MAKING ME CRAZY PLS

Omg u think Rin is a tits guy?? Any particular reason why or? Idk I never really thought about what he'd prefer but I kinda agree now that you've said it... (hate it for me I hate my boobs LMFAO).

HIM SHAKING WHEN HE CUMS I'M FUCKING BARKING I'M BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK I CAN'T COPE HELP I NEED HIM IMMEDIATELY

omg these are all so good I could go on so long about them all but I'd end up writing a 50k essay LMAO thank you for sending them though I'm so?? obsessed?? I wanted to post this it's been in my drafts for DAYS I've never had such an in depth ask before so I wasn't sure how to go about answering but u absolutely ate with these.. thank u for sending omgggggg I'm absolutely DROOLING

[tens-girl]

Finished Rivals… have things to say…

Spoilers obvs ——>

Eeeeeeeeekkkkkk!

If you go into this show knowing it’s gonna be big, bold, brash, and unapologetic about being those things, you’ll have a great time!

The hair, the costumes, the music (oh god, the music - who stole my playlist?!), the cast - just everything is dialled up to 200% and if you dare to question ‘is it good though?’ it just shrugs and cuts to another sex montage.

Let’s be honest, I came (ahem) for David Tennant, but honestly, I stayed for so much more. He is brilliant of course, he always is, and his ability to capture the exact centre of a Venn diagram of pathetic and evil is unmatched - nobody does it like he does. He draws sympathy for a truly awful character, and certainly made me headbutt a wall a few times wondering how Tony kept making such terrible decisions. (Also if someone could supply a montage of him shouting fuck with full passion I’d be very grateful) - as he got more pathetic I honestly couldn’t resist him. His destruction of the Declan set is one of the most laughably pathetic things I’ve ever seen and I was almost crying watching it.

Meanwhile, they’re bending over backwards to make us like Rupert and I just can’t do it. He also makes lots of terrible decisions (mostly with his dick of course) and for me it undermines the apparent ‘he loves Taggie’ thing. I just wish he’d go home and play with his dogs.

(Also Gertrude is my favourite character, just the best dog!)

Shout out to Victoria Smurfit who knocks it out of the park as Maud - she has some of the best line deliveries in the whole show, particularly as she prepares to leave for London and resume her career.

But honestly, my heart belongs to Freddy and Lizzie. If you’d told me I’d be grinning with happiness, with tears in my eyes, for a sex scene between Danny Dyer and Katherine Parkinson before I started watching this, I’d have called a doctor for you, but that’s the truth. They are spectacular and I adored them. I’ve never been a fan of Danny before, but he completely seduced me here, and I already loved Katherine (IT Crowd fans in our house) - but between them, they supplied the real ‘rooting for them’ heart of the series. I want to see them together in everything now!

Back to DT - the top tier irony of having his character win his first BAFTA and then have him clubbed over the head with it… priceless, and I personally suggest the academy honour him with a long overdue nod for this role simply in order to see him receive it with trepidation in case he gets bludgeoned with it. It even beat the joyous irony of Tony being all true blue and Tory after… well everything that went down this summer!

(Also, the way Tony passed the award to Cameron as they collected it made me think that if David had won this year for Crowley, he’d have absolutely asked Michael up on stage to give it to him because Aziraphale should share it)

And lastly… Love is a Battlefield is an excellent song, but I will never be able to listen to it again now. Oh pathetic-evil DT characters, please stop wobbling my moral compass (sorry, I’m writing Kilgrave fanfic right now so I’m all over the place in terms of right and wrong)

Anyway, it was great fun and I’ve told everyone to watch it, 80s references bingo cards at the ready!

[blood-stained-lollipop]

advice for you based on your favourite pasta

Jeff- Are you excited about the When We Were Young festival? I hope Dan and Phil come out with the gay flag and kiss just for you <3. How are your anger issues? Playing your music at volume 100 isn’t a substitute for therapy. Please go hug someone babe, having Jeff as your favorite in 2023 means you definitely need it. 

Ben- I just know you’re funny, like your friends fucking love you. Either play video games or have a creative hobby. Ben stans are literally the best. Probably have awesome taste in music. My advice for you? It’s okay if you aren’t the happy one all the time, you aren’t a robot babe <3

Jack- I get academic overachiever vibes from you, like, you’re smart, and you know you’re smart. You probably read and have a letterboxd account. You’re effortlessly cool, and probably hot, but it’s okay to fail sometimes, you don’t have to be perfect <3

Toby- Hello mentally ill gay people no im jk all of you are mentally ill and gay its the creepypasta fandom lolz. You probably feel like you’re really annoying and cope via having Toby as your comfort character. Either you’ve been in therapy since you were twelve or you need to go. Try and prioritise yourself babe <3

Helen- ITS OKAY TO DO THINGS ALONE!!!!! You probably feel insecure about your lack of friends, or you feel like your social life sucks. Doing things alone is okay, it doesn’t make you a loser. You probably like art, and you’re probably fucking great at it. Don’t compare yourself to anyone babe <3

Liu- Do you have family trauma and/or feel like you’re gonna be alone for the rest of your life? Yeah checks out. Spend more time with people, I promise they aren't all bad. Go pet a dog, stand in the sunshine. Life is great sometimes <3

Jane- psst… it's okay to let your guard down. Idk if you knew that, but here I am telling you anyway. You’re a bad bitch, I know. You’re hot, I know. But not everyone wants to hurt you. Also, stop trying to take care of everyone around you <3

Nina- you probably got/get bullied for being different. I think its hot that you’re different. Sure, you belong in a 2007 scene meet-up and i’m sorry you aren’t there rn, but you have SO MANY secret admirers. Keep being you babe, don’t change for anyone <3

Clockwork- okay i’m just gonna say it. Sometimes being mean to people and pushing them away is a bad coping mechanism. I am saying this because I have the same coping mechanisms. We are the same. Please for the love of god stop clenching your jaw and let your guard down!!! <3

Sally- Either you’re one of the younger fans or you have serious trauma. You can’t go to places or listen to certain songs without wanting to throw up. Your hands are burning from holding onto your inner child so tightly. Hang in there, it’s gonna get better <3

[reviewsdefinitionofsatisfaction]

Taylor has been lying on Joe since You’re Losing Me (Important Thread)

I’ve been confident in this theory since Midnights, but didn’t know how to spread it. Taylor is now blatantly lying about Joe and rewriting history. SHE was the one who didn’t want to get married, and Joe broke up with her over it. She chose fame over marriage, and the evidence is all over her music.

Ever since I heard “Mine” I instinctively knew Taylor was afraid of marriage. It’s the classic child-of-divorce case. “You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes.” / “Brace myself for the goodbye ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever known.”

Her fear of marriage continues throughout her discography. Don’t let “Lover” and “Paper Rings” fool you—those were false promises to Joe at the start of their relationship. Listen to “champagne problems,” a song she and Joe co-wrote. What couple writes a song about breaking up because the girl is terrified of marriage 4 years into their relationship? Why, one where that’s happening, of course. “Your Midas touch on the Chevy door,” aka how she always references Joe turning things to gold. And don’t forget “Renegade,” a song where in the music video SHE is the one anxiously staring out the window being told to “open the blinds.” (“Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?”, the lyric referring to Joe asking for marriage) This was a song written by Taylor from Joe’s perspective at the time. “I tapped on your window on your darkest night” (referring to Rep era) / “Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night.” … “And then you squeeze my hand as I’m about to leave.” (Joe’s POV) / “It’s on your face, don’t walk away, I need to say…” Taylor was the one always blowing up on him and then apologizing, as illustrated in Afterglow, The Great War, and most obviously her post-breakup behavior. Joe was NOT the volatile one of the two (also supported by articles released by her team, stating Joe’s personality was “great for Taylor” because “he is very calm”).

Then, just look at Midnights. The Bejeweled music video (which Taylor wrote and directed) is the clearest thing. A video all about choosing pop-stardom over a ring from a prince? While she and her boyfriend are having marriage disagreements? Hmmm. Interesting. Seriously, just go watch the intro to that video and tell me Taylor was the one fighting to get married behind the scenes.

Midnights lyrics: “He wanted a bride, I was making my own name. Chasing that fame.” (a person who WANTS to get married would NOT be writing this song!!!) “All they keep asking me is if I’m gonna be your bride. The only kind of girl they see is a one night or a wife.” “No deal the 1950s shit they want from me. I just wanna stay in that lavender haze” “I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser.” “I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money. She thinks I left them in the will.” (accompanied by elaborate scene displaying family-related anxieties in music video)

This is someone who is terrified of marriage and being an adult. I believe she launched herself into a fame-hug to avoid confronting her issues with Joe at this late stage in their relationship. After he broke up with her, she realized how deep of a mistake she made during the Eras Tour. Hence, the big lie in “You’re Losing Me” (which was written THEN, in 2023, conveniently dropped during the Matty Healy controversy) and her daring him to “say something” about the lie. (False God lyric: “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town.” When they fight, he was always the one ignoring her craziness.) And soon after, her peculiar surprise song choices on June 23: “Paper Rings” (“I’d marry you with paper rings”) and “If This Was A Movie” (“If this was a movie, you’d be here by now”).

The initial breakup article by People (Tree Paine’s mouthpiece) even outlines this story. “According to multiple sources, Swift and Alwyn had been ‘talking about marriage as recently as a few months ago.’ But at the end of the day, the couple wasn’t ready for a future together. ‘Taylor didn’t see them working out in the long run,’ says the insider.” This was before she wrote YLM, trying to provoke him, and now she will be driving it further with this new album I’m certain she wrote during 2023, NOT 2 years ago like she and Jack are trying to push. Her having Jack drop YLM’s “2021 date,” and then liking that tweet implying Sweet Nothing was not about Joe (when it was clearly about Joe)… she’s rewriting the narrative. You can’t trust a word she says.

[simplyholl]

Out of My System Pt 6

Summary: Loki doesn't understand Thor's attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

W/C: 915

Out of My System Masterlist

The hot days of summer turned into the cool nights of autumn. Your hookup with Loki was on constant replay in your mind. Even though months had passed, you would never get over it. You’ll never forget how it felt to be tangled in the sheets with him. Bodies entwined like an intricate puzzle. How his fingers grasped you like he never wanted to let you go. How he called your name in those moments of ecstasy.

It was silly, but you felt special because you were the first and only Midgardian he slept with. He was actually brilliant to not sleep around. Loki slung dick like it was his job, and rent was due. You had no doubt that the people of Earth would lose their minds trying to bed him, if they ever learned of his talents. His fans were wild without that knowledge. You had seen the comments on his posts.

Things weren’t awkward between you, and for that you were thankful. It was almost like it never happened. If you hadn’t memorized every mark he left on your body, you would think it was all an erotic dream your horny mind conjured.

Tonight is Tony and Pepper’s wedding. You, Wanda, and Natasha are bridesmaids. You shimmy into the dress, beyond grateful that Pepper chose an elegant, sleek style over the one her mother favored. You were looking forward to the reception. It was going to be the party of the year. You text Rhodey to remind him he needed to make sure Tony didn’t bring an Iron Man suit with him.

The reception started off with a bang, literally. Fireworks lit up the night sky, loud music boomed through the speakers. Ben asked you to dance when the next slow song came on. You let him lead you to the dance floor. You had been seeing him casually, and he was more than happy to be your booty call.

He was a great guy, you just wished you liked him more. You often wondered if something was wrong with you because you didn’t. You couldn’t help that the only man you would ever have feelings for, would never return them. You didn’t mean to, but you found yourself comparing Ben to Loki.

How he spoke, the way he dressed, how it felt when he kissed you. The worst was while you were hooking up. Your mind always went to how it felt when you were with Loki. It was like you were made to fit together. It didn’t feel like that with Ben.

He holds you closer as the song’s chorus echoes over the crowd. You’re startled when you hear Loki’s voice. “May I cut in?” He asks Ben. His large hand rests on Ben’s shoulder. He looks up at the god who hovers over him. He immediately releases you, letting Loki take his place.

Loki tugs you toward him. “You look beautiful tonight.” he tells you, guiding you through the dance. You glide around the dance floor enjoying being this close to him again. You look at his mouth, thinking of how his lips were now intimately familiar with your body.

You lift your eyes, noticing that he’s doing the same. “I shouldn’t be thinking of you as often as I do.” he confesses. You sigh, “Loki, you can’t say that to me. It was a one time thing, remember?” Loki curses himself for not giving into you sooner.

He doesn’t believe in love. But he’s terrified of falling for you. His heart almost stops beating at the realization that he already had. You consumed his every thought. It was more than just desire. He craved your company. He needed to be around you.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I should have known it would be more with you.” You listen intently, letting his confession sink in. “I’m in love with you. I think I always have been.” You press your lips to his excitedly. “I’m so in love with you Loki.” You tell him in between kisses. You hear a throat clear, realizing the music had faded out, and the intro to the next song was really quiet.

You glance around, and all eyes are on you. “Let’s go!” You take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You can’t keep your hands off each other. He pins you to the wall with his body. “Do you know how out of control you make me feel?” he pants in your ear.

You throw your arms around his neck, holding on as his fingers dip into your panties. He runs his finger through your folds, feeling how turned on you are already. “All this for me?” He smirks, lifting his finger to his lips. “Only for you.” You confirm.

He unbuttons his pants, hard cock jutting out. You help him by lifting your dress up your thighs. He slides your panties to the side. You gasp when he enters you, stretching you deliciously. His tongue starts at your collarbone, licking a trail to your jaw. “I’ve missed being inside of you.”

~The next week~

Loki and Thor were being sent away on a mission. They would be gone for a few weeks. Your heart ached. You just got him, and now he would be off fighting without you. You’re sitting on Loki’s kitchen counter with him standing between your legs. You pull him to you, placing kisses all over his face.

Thor barges in, telling Loki it’s time to go. You wish you had five more minutes with your new boyfriend. Loki kisses you goodbye, rubbing his nose against yours. “I don’t want to leave you.” he whispers. You know Thor heard him when he smiles knowingly, looking between the two of you.

Part Seven

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[eyesofshinigami]

It Ain't About the Pitch

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff

Prompt: For @shares-a-vest "Love is tolerating your partner's terrible singing"

WC: 826

Written for Day 26 of @steddielovemonth

There were many, many things that Steve was good at. Eddie should know, as he’s become the foremost expert on all things Steve Harrington. So, he would be able to easily wax poetic about how good of a cook Steve is, how great he is in bed. He could also tell you how Steve seems to remember things about people that no one else does, or his uncanny knack for knowing where stuff is, even at other people’s houses. 

There are so many wonderful things that Steve is good at. Just…

Singing isn’t one of them. 

Dancing? Steve’s got that down pat. He’s got moves that could make your momma blush and Eddie is a weak, weak man for his boyfriend shaking his hips like that. But singing… Steve’s about as tone deaf as they come. 

That doesn’t stop him from singing his heart out, and Eddie has to admire that about him. Like right now, with Steve prancing around their kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and one of Eddie’s old band tees, warbling along with George Micheal’s new song about having faith while he’s flipping pancakes like a pro.

“Eddie, man… I think we need to tell him,” Dustin says, breaking Eddie out of his Steve-induced coma. “How can you stand that? He sounds like a cat that’s had its tail rocked on too many times!”

Dustin isn’t wrong, exactly, but Eddie shakes his head. “Leave him alone, Henderson. He’s having fun.” 

While it is an absolute assault on his senses, Steve’s lack of pitch and his incredible love of pop music, Eddie loves him like this. Unself-conscious and free, dancing and singing like he hasn’t got a care in the world. Eddie knows that even now, Steve feels like he needs to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’s always ready to jump head first into a problem, to stand between those he loves and the world like he’s got something to prove. So, to see him wiggling his hips and singing “Faith” off-key? Yeah, Eddie wouldn’t trade that for the world. 

Dustin whines. “He’s killing me. And George Micheal? Come on!”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “There’s the door, Henderson. No one’s keeping you here. Hell, if you leave, that means I can convince Steve to give me a private dance right there in the kitchen!” 

It has the intended effect, making Dustin groan even louder. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, the kids know how this works now. “Gross, I don’t even want to think about you two bumping uglies where Steve makes my pancakes.”

“There aren’t going to be any pancakes if you don’t stop griping,” Steve calls out in a sing-song voice, still wiggling his hips. “What’s got you all bent out of shape this time?”

“Your-”

Eddie clasps a hand over Dustin’s mouth and glares at him. “What isn’t Henderson griping about, baby? Don’t you worry, I’ll set him straight.” 

Steve just shrugs and goes back to making pancakes, tapping his foot as the song shifts to something else. Eddie vaguely recognizes it, but Steve is yell-singing about how heaven is a place on Earth. It’s terrible. It’s awful. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“I swear to god, Henderson, if you make him upset because he can’t sing, I will end you and every single character you roll in any of my games,” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. 

He hears a snort from behind him, turning to see Steve standing behind the two of them with an amused grin on his face. “You don’t have to spare my feelings, I know I sound awful.” 

Eddie releases Dustin and pulls Steve into a hug. He’s got a smear of batter on his face but he’s smiling so sweetly, soft in the way that makes Eddie melt on the inside. “Awful is a really strong word. I’m just happy you’re happy, baby. I’d listen to you caterwaul all day and night if it makes you smile like that.”

A pretty pink blush breaks out over Steve’s cheeks. It kind of makes Eddie wish he had kicked Dustin out when he had the chance. “Such a sweet talker you are,” Steve teases, closing the distance to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss that’s just a little bit dirty. 

“Ugh, man, go back to singing, Steve, I can’t take this anymore. This is the last time I stay over after a movie night.”

They break apart and Steve throws his dish towel at Dustin. “And this will be the last time I make you pancakes, you ungrateful little shit. Even though I got- oh shit! Eddie! I know this one!” Steve starts dancing in Eddie’s arms, crooning along with whatever song has just come on the radio. He gets Eddie dancing too, and Dustin even reluctantly starts shimmying along with the beat. 

Yeah, who needs perfect pitch when he’s got this right here?

[maddeningmentalmess]

ethel the ring, the great dark, and proximity to god

after a long day of mundane work and classes, while walking something called me to listen to Punish. i listened to it once through my earbuds but it wasn’t enough. I had to blast it in my car during my usual commute. i turned the volume up and drove watching a near-full moon and fading pink clouds in a darkening sky. i started to think about the mysterious “it”. 

craving for more, i started listening to preachers daughter. I turned it up again as i got onto the freeway. my astigmatism made stars out of LED headlights and my voice was tested to its limits while singing. i’ve been congested and sick for the past few days and my headache threatened to turn the music off. but i didn’t want to stop feeling. i noticed myself wishing to come across traffic and red lights so i could listen to the album through my shitty car speakers until it was through.

i parked my car in the driveway as “thoroughfare” started playing. all i wanted to do after i took off my boots was find out what “it” is. i felt dumb or out of the loop and desperately wanted to know what “it” is, what is happening to every-body. i kept thinking if "it" is happening to every-body then why do i feel alone? i don’t like feeling unintelligent, not knowing is a fear of mine. looking at the tumblr made it worse, i don’t know all of these philosophers and architects and old french people. i felt so dumb. my last resort was to check reddit. this was hard for me, i really wanted to figure “it” out on my own, and this felt like asking for help.

if “it” is happening to every-body why don’t i know “it”?

i’ve never ever been a religious or spiritual person. when every comment under questions from others curious to discover “it” was to watch the video “the ring, the great dark, and proximity to god” i felt wary. when i saw the rings compared to the circles of dante’s inferno my hesitancy died. dante’s inferno has hovered behind or loomed large in front of my favorite pieces of media.

i had to replay parts of the video multiple times to really listen and not just hear. at first i thought there was no way that it could have ever happened to me. i thought i couldn’t have possibly ever felt it. when i started truly comprehending, it clicked. i felt so thankful that music is my path to the veil. when she said that “it” can be felt in grand, big songs like Cosmic Love by Florence + the Machine, i got it. 

i don’t know when i felt it the first time. but i remember when i was conscious of an "it", and that i felt it. it wrapped around me and laid on top of me like a weight while i floated. complete comfort and strange sensations i’ve never felt. of course, i had never heard of anyone else feeling anything like it.

i did not understand how people could call it being stoned and being high at the same time. stones are heavy and being high is so light. i was listening to a record and i melted. i can’t see images in my mind. but i could almost see the music. all of it, everywhere, around me, above me, within me, approaching me.

when the feeling was over i wanted it again so badly. i was just waiting for the next time i could go there. i waited until i could truly sink into it again. it was at the beach and i had headphones on. when i came to, there was a bright red line across my thigh where the umbrella hadn’t covered me.

as i write this i realize that i had felt it before. Listening to songs like Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier or The Bomb by Florence and the Machine completely sober and feeling something that i couldn’t explain. I could never quite describe the feeling I got when listening to those songs, it was in my chest and stomach and heart and body. it felt like my heart was sinking, and twisting, and floating, and imploding, and unfurling. 

if that feeling truly is “it” i hope that everyone finds it. but be careful or you might get lost in it.

thank you @mothercain

[liliths-writings]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous Boy

You and Task Force 141 are at a bar, and a guy you’re not particularly interested in is flirting with you hardcore and not taking the hint. Ghost will not take his eyes off of you. God forbid, he looks away for one second and something bad happens to you. The douchebag starts to get a little (a lot) touchy and he’s had enough. He storms up to you and the guy and says “She said no.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard come from him. The guy backed off, obviously scared.

“Thanks, I really appreciate you doing that.” you sigh a breath of relief. “No problem, I just hate assholes like that.” you smile and nod. In reality, he just couldn’t stand you being picked on by someone half your size. He is much bigger than that dick, so he could easily take him out. Although, you could absolutely beat his ass if need be. You take a sip of your drink and realize it’s gone. “May I buy you another?” you smile. “Yeah, that’d be great, thank you.” You feel your cheeks flush at his kindness. No, you can’t be feeling like this with him. He’s your Lieutenant! Who knows what trouble you’d get into. Price would definitely fire you both. Or worse. You’re not sure what the ‘Or worse’ part is, but you sure don’t wanna find out. The bartender hands you your drink, you softly utter a thank you.

Everything about her is so innocent, he thought. But I’ve seen her on the battlefield, she’s a fucking beast. Do not want to get on her bad side. She takes a sip of her drink, and he can’t take his eyes off of your lips pursing to take a drink. Stop! You can’t do this! But if nobody finds out….No, no, no. You’ll both get in soooo much trouble with Price. “So, any good shows on lately?” She perks up. “Yeah, actually! I’ve been watching this show on Netflix called You. It’s really twisted but it’s really good. Oh, if you don’t like gore then you definitely won’t like this show.”

He chuckles, “Our whole job is gore. I think I’ll be okay, love.” She smiles, “Oh, right. Sometimes I forget we work together.” You two talk for a bit then he goes to the bathroom. When he comes back, he can sense something’s wrong. He practically ran to his coworker’s side, who is once again being harassed by this asshole. He silently walks up behind him, and says “What. The Fuck. Did I. Tell you. Get out of here before I fuck you up so bad, your own mother won’t even recognize you.” even he was surprised at his words. The asshole ran away again.

He sits down beside you. “You okay, love?”  you nod. “I’m pretty used to it by now.” he shakes his head, “You shouldn’t be.” The team announces they’re going back to base, you and Ghost agree to head back too. He notices you’ve had a bit too much to drink, so he takes you back to base in his blacked out Camero with bright green accents. You ask if you could turn the radio on, he doesn’t mind. You turn it on to a rock station he has saved . It starts playing N.I.B, your favorite black sabbath song. Your mood instantly changes. He smiles, happy that you’re happy again. After a while of listening to music and talking, he pulls into the base parking lot and parks. You curse at yourself silently, Price will definitely smell the alcohol on you and yell at the lot of you and you’ve had enough problems today. He leads you to his room and once you get there, you don’t even notice it’s not yours. He helps you lay on the bed and covers you up. “Thank you, Simon.” you slurred. In your druunken state you begin to realize how much he cares for you. He leans close to your face to grab something off the nightstand, you take the chance to kiss him. He gives in, but soon breaks away from the kiss, “I want you to actually remember our first kiss.” you blush at he idea there will be a next time. You hope it will be more successful than this time.  “Now, get some sleep.”

You nod your head and slowly drift off to sleep. In the morning, you look around for any clue as to who’s room this is. You spot one of Ghost’s old masks. Oh. You look down and sigh when you see that you’re fully clothed. Okay, nothing happened. Good. You hear heavy footsteps coming to his room and you hide under the blanket, anticipating Price’s arrival. You peek out and see that it’s just Ghost. You come out from hiding and smile. “Hi” he brought you a cup of coffee, just how you like it. One thing you’ve learned from working with Ghost, is that he makes damn good coffee. “how ya’ feelin’?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern. You smile “I’m alright, just a nasty headache.” you take a sip of your coffee, “Here, this will help.” he hands you some motrin. “Thanks, Si.” he sits next to you.

 “Anytime. Price said today we need to train. You up for it?” you sigh, “Do I have a choice?” he laughs. It’s deep, and hearty. “I’m afraid not.” you smile wider. “I could train with you, if that makes it more bearable.” you shift in the bed. “Yeah, I bet it would be much better with you there.” he pats your shoulder, “See you then, Bee” you smile and wave.

You can’t wait for training.

[tealquacks]

As a juice reward for myself, I’m going to go through my playlist that I made for Ryoto Hishakaku and say why I put each song on my playlist + my headcanons about this guy bc there’s literally nothing about him on the wiki (except that he sucks so much <3)

Here’s the playlist!

(I also made it on Youtube for those without Spotify, link here)

Note: this isn’t the music I think he’d listen to. Frankly, I don’t think he listens to music. He listens to AI generated lo-fi or business podcasts when he needs background noise.

If my thoughts don’t make sense, it’s bc I was writing this over the course of a few days while working on a few papers and a bunch of college stuff.!

Song by song explanations is below! It's mostly focused on his characterization in 8888 but there's mentions of 6488 and 7579 :3

This admittedly got long. I am fucking crazy, but I am free.

TANGLED WEB by slowgramming

To start off, I chose a song from REPLYHAZYTRYAGAIN, which is an album that (if I remember correctly!) was made for SCP-8888, where Hishakaku features heavily in. The reason I chose it for Hishakaku is because of the title, frankly. Not only does SCP-6488 have a good deal of spider imagery, but Hishakaku himself is also underhanded and manipulative. While he hasn't been particularly successful with his scheming, he still does it.

Kiss Me, Son of God by They Might Be Giants

This song, I feel, represents the type of power Hishakaku wants (and briefly has in 6488). He has the O5 in the palm of his hand, and can put any enemy brave enough to stand against him in a jar, what more could he want? Also, I don't think there's much of a difference between admo!Hishakaku and 8ball!Hishakaku, personality wise. The difference between them is that 8ball!Hishakaku was stopped earlier in the timeline than admo!Hishakaku, and that 8ball had connections to the Wanderer's Library/other anomalous communities that would be too risky to have in the Admonition timeline.

Caesar on a TV Screen by The Last Dinner Party

"And just for a second I can be one of the greats I'll be Caesar on a TV screen Champion of my fate No one can tell me to stop I'll have everything I want Anyone and everyone will like me then Everyone will like me then"

I think that like. Despite his unwillingness to get close to anyone or be intimate, he's still lonely. He feels entitled to human connection, if that makes sense, and believes that when he gets what he wants then love will come naturally to him. However, he'd be more comfortable with worship than actual companionship, because romance and friendship both require a level of give/take and vulnerability Hishakaku refuses to give people. He refuses to be seen as "weak", and is scared of being hurt.

Black Honey by Thrice

"I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees I can't understand why they're stinging me But I'll do what I want I'll do what I please I'll do it again till I've got what I need

I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest Do you understand I deserve the best? And I'll do what I want I'll do what I please I'll do it again till I've got what I need"

He kind of fucks himself over in 8888, doing risky things like working with a crime ring and trying to sabotage the mission— and he fucks himself even harder in 7579 and 6488. He acts in his own self interest without thinking, and ends up facing the consequences for it, again and again. I think he can’t get himself to stop, honestly. A part of me thinks that this pushing and pushing, trying to get more of “what he needs”, is trying to make up for things he doesn’t have— like friends, or anything else outside of work and fruitless grabs at power. This guy needs a hobby.

Oh No! By MARINA

"Don't do love, don't do friends I'm only after success Don't need a relationship I'll never soften my grip"

Yeah, Hishakaku does not give a shit about people or anything but his own success. Placeholder (the author) answered an ask about Hishakaku potentially being divorced. They said: "Hishakaku claims to be aro/ace on account of his violent allergy to intimacy. But that doesn't explain whatever's going on between him and Jerry in 8888". In the tags, he elaborated, "To be clear I do not think being aro/ace automatically means repulsion to intimacy. I'm mainly trying to express that Hishakaku has used the label to write off a part of his identity he is not interested in investigating, because Hishakaku is a fundamentally incurious douchebag who does not care for other people and does not want to acknowledge his incelness"

Speaking of Hishakaku not wanting to investigate his sexuality, I don’t think he wants to examine his gender, either. I cannot justify it in any way but I think he’s genderfluid, or would at least be a bit more confident if he allowed himself to present femininely.

This is something that is also in Caesar On The TV Screen, where the singer talks about being able to speak because they are wearing a suit/being masculine. Which could be a part of the reason Hishakaku doesn’t want to introspect over either his gender or sexuality— he is a man, and that gives him social status— at least over some people. If he examines his gender/sexuality and it turns out that he’s not a man, then he’d either have to live knowing that he’s not a man and do nothing about it, or embrace it, potentially leading to lost respect/influence. Idk if I’m making sense but!!! Idk I think about him a lot.

ANYWAY back to Oh No!

"One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart"

Because Hishakaku doesn't give a shit about anything but himself and his own goals, if he fucks this up he's COOKED. He has nobody to turn to, no friends or support system. That's his own damn fault.

"I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fail, gonna die, die, die, die"

Every single SCP Hishakaku is in ends with him eating shit and getting his comeuppance. He's kind of doomed to fail, since he feels like he can only find contentment in power and control and refuses to look inward/embrace the things that could bring him happiness-- I.E, the relationship he has with Jerry in 8888.

The Circle Maker - Demo by Sparkbird

Firstly can I just say how nerve-wracking it was to add a Sparkbird song to this playlist? They make tiktoks about fandom related playlists their music is on. I'm trying to overcome my anxiety, but that'd be too much for me. As far as I know it's not on there.

"You are out of time You are out of favor You are but a cipher You are the circle maker"

Emphasis on the "you are out of time / you are out of favor". While he once might've had a place within the Foundation, he's totally squandered that. Also, I don't think anyone knows what the fuck his problem is. Hishakaku doesn't even know what his problem is, he represses so much shit and refuses to address behaviors of his that are shitty.

"How strange to grow so old And to never grow up And to never grow tall And to never grow wise And to never grow anything But smaller and farther away"

Like I think I say later in this post (I'm not writing it in all one sitting), I think that as director, Hishakaku is given life extending treatment, such as SCP-006. I think he's terrified of growing old-- and while he is, technically, aging, he's not changing or bettering himself. If anything, he could very well be getting worse.

Brand New City by Mitski

Hishakaku sees aging, and the fact that he will die, is something absolutely terrifying. This guy would love to be put in some kind of robot body, I think. Not just because he wouldn't die, but because he wouldn't age, too. Hishakaku came off as pretty vain to me, with him getting mad at Sokolsky for insulting his clothes, as well as STRAIGHT UP HISSING AT SOMEONE for making a joke about him not being fit. He will never be okay with aging or with growing older or weaker especially if he thinks that he hasn't "done enough".

Also, the line "I think my blood is passing me by" makes me think of his family, some nagging fear he has that he's failing them in some way.

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

This is a playlist about someone who cares about their wealth. I was contractually obligated to add Money Money Money. AND the song is a bop. Sure, it doesn't 100% fit but it slays so that's what matters.

However I don't think anyone, no matter HOW badly they needed the money, would either be able to get close enough for Hishakaku for him to give them money, or would be able to stand his bitchass for that long.

Also, Hishakaku 100% sees the world as "a rich man's world". Take that however you'd like.

Take Me To War (Live) by The Crane Wives

I can't 100% explain why this song makes me think of him so much-- I think it's because of how determined and ruthless I think he is. It doesn't matter what or who is in the way, if it's unsurmountable or not, he's gonna put up a fight until the very, very end.

Something I found interesting rereading 8ball for this is the fact that in the puzzle where they have to assign archetypes to people, Hishakaku was given the role of outlaw (or rebel, they were used interchangably when I read this.) Which, yeah he's elbow deep in crime, but outside of that I think he fits that archetype well. He's combative and driven, and desperately wants to shake up the status quo just so he can be the one who said he did.

Eat Your Young by Hozier

"Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinnin' the children for a war drum Puttin' food on the table, sellin' bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young"

There's a nonzero chance that Hishakaku's been doing sketchy shit, even outside of what we learn in 8888. You don't become director with a clean record. Sure, he might not have been punished for these things, but what about things the Foundation condoned because, while unethical, they were in their interests? Fuck ethics, Hishakaku's going to do what's most convenient for him in the short term, with little concern for the long term or how he could hurt those around him.

Locals (Girls like us) by underscores, gabby start

Idk it's just the vibes. This song is cunty as hell and I think Hishakaku deserves one (1) cunty song. As a treat. The editing, and the fact that the song starts with what almost feels like a bunch of corporate buzzwords is part of why I associate this with him. That, and the singer's desire for conformity "I've done this questionnaire like 700 times / to get the same result as my friends" is something I think Hishakaku buys into. He wants to be special, but not a pariah.

How We’re Gonna Die by North Bloom

"But I cant take everything so seriously These days I'm just hoping to forget Move on and repress"

Hishakaku wants absolutely nothing to do with reflection and introspection, or his own emotions. Something I feel like he may value in computers/machines over humans is their unwavering logic. They don't get caught up in their emotions like humans do. He insists he's like machines, ruled by logic, but he's really not.

"Tell me how does it feel to know you were Bred to be a tool"

I headcanon that his family-- the Hishakaku's-- were a long line of mid-ranking Foundation personnel, always trying to get more influence within the Foundation. He was raised to be the very best, to move up the ranks more and more to make his family proud. I don’t think his parents really gave that much of a shit about him? Emotionally, at least. He grew up pretty rich, and they weren’t outwardly cruel, but they cared more about his future success and grades (to the point of being helicopter-y) than his emotions. I also think that if he had any conflict with someone and went to his parents for advice, they’d say “oh, they’re in the wrong. You’re smarter than them.” Or something along those lines. It’s an attitude he’s carried with him whether he realizes it or not.

Evelyn by Kim Tillman, Silent Films

“I'm a machine without a switch”

I see Hishakaku as a person who can't get himself to let go of things. He wants his cake and to eat it too. He's fully dedicated himself to what he wants, what he feels like he deserves/is entitled to. He sees nothing wrong with his behavior.

"These lofty thoughts are killing me Preoccupied by what I could be I get so high on my ideals Don't call me down But you can meet me where I land"

Hishakaku, to me, is someone who is constantly driven by desire. He wants to be high ranking, he wants power, he wants to be the very best. However, when he finally gets to where he's "meant" to be, he feels hollow. So, he's stuck thinking about what he "could" be.

ハロービルダー by Utsu-P, Hastune Miku

Here is the link to the lyrics!

Hishakaku is a technofetishistic guy, and I could easily see him obsessing over something technological like the singer. The song also fucks crazy hard.

The Spider’s Face (Dr. Stockill) by Emilie Autumn

Shoutout to @dino--draws for recommending this song! And also for enabling me. It makes me think mostly of Hishakaku in SCP-6488, when he's cast his web over the entire world. He's effectively destroyed AI, and even had the O5 under his thumb for a bit. He was able to make the OCI, and put his enemies in jars for christsake. This is him at the apex of his power, basking in the influence and control he has over others-- maybe even relishing in the suffering he can cause to them.

There's also spider imagery in this. I like to think that the reason LOTUS is a spider in the final bit of 6488 is because Hishakaku really likes spiders. He thinks they're kind of neat but would never tell a soul that because it's not normal to like spiders.

EVERYTHING by LuLuYam

"I want a life that'll give me purpose Fans, and lovers start to surface Be so big, that I own the circus All you clowns are at my service I want a life that's filled with green Leaf and money if you know what I mean White on my nose, blood on my sleeves Who needs friends, with dreams like these?"

I might not even have to pick these lyrics apart-- this is just what Hishakaku wants. He's burnt his bridges with people for his own image and ambition (Hell, he cheated at POOL with Kain Pathos Crow just to save his pride). In this, the Foundation is the circus. I've always interpreted him saying he "oversees" the site in 8ball (or whatever he says) as a Freudian slip-- he wants to be an overseer. He wants that power. That influence. He wants a life where he doesn't fell like he has to be more and more and more.

"A king, a lord, an emperor, a God A ruler over all My ego will not fall A fake, a fraud, a phony, oh my GOD! Don't crack through my facade… DON'T CRACK THROUGH MY FACADE!"

This guy sucks :3! I think that he's so focused on coming off the way he wants to that he's kind of lost himself in it. If you cracked through his facade you'd find a hollow mess and all the issues he insists he doesn't have.

Cockroach King by Haken

This song is basically about how Hishakaku is a capitalist/crypto bro and sucks a lot, but also how he's a fool for ignoring all aspects of his life outside of what he serves to gain from hurting people and believing he'll find any peace in financial success or bureaucracy.

All Eyes On Me (The Outtakes Version) by Bo Burnham

The repetition of "all eyes on me" again and again is what sells this as a Hishakaku song for me. The echo-ing vocals and the chaos of it also makes me feel like it's a fit-- I feel like Hishakaku has a lot of internal conflict that he doesn't address and just hopes will go away.

Whatever Makes You Feel Superior by Toehider

"Look at your friend's faces Don't it look like they're not having any fun? It becomes less about your theory And more about the feeling that you've won But whatever makes you feel Whatever makes you feel Whatever makes you feel superior"

Hishakaku wants to be superior to people because if he's above them then that means that he can't be vulnerable, nor would he be expected to be friendly or dedicate time to them. The most inaccurate part of this song is that it implies Hishakaku has friends-- he doesn't. He has subordinates, coworkers, bosses, and co-conspiritors.

In Cold Blood by alt-j

This is another one of those songs where I feel like the VIBES are what make it a Hishakaku song, not necessarily the lyrics. It feels like it'd be the theme song of some silicon valley murder mystery/conspiracy tv show. That fits Hishakaku perfectly. And if there's anyone who would do something in cold blood, it'd be him. The 01110011's also connect to Hishakaku's work with computers and technofetishism

King of Fools by Twain

"Ferdinand, a human-devil walking among men Filled up with the greedy lust to own up all the land He cut their bellies open thinking they had swallowed jewels When he watched the blood flow onto the naked ground Do you think he knew? He was the king of fools"

In all of this, Hishakaku is the king of fools. He wants and wants and hurts people without caring how he hurts them, then when they blow up in his face he either indignantly fights that he's in the right, or he acts as if he didn't know that anything would happen. For example: How I headcanon he got Site-15.

After Placeholder was abstracted, he changed quite a bit (check Dino--draws' blog for fir headcanons about how abstraction physically changed Placeholder.) I think Hishakaku was one of the first to catch onto the changes-- namely, the brain fog/freezing up-- by pure chance. Right place, right time. He started running "experiments" and being courteous to Place in an attempt to manipulate him into stepping down. Had Place not been recently abstracted, he would've caught on quickly. He's not sure if it was because of his suggestions or Place's genuine decision, but Place ends up stepping down and recommending Hishakaku for the position as director of site-15.

Almost immediately, Hishakaku switches up on Place and begins to lord his "victory" over the other man's head, especially when Place begins to study pataphysics, which Hishakaku sees as a quack science.

It takes some time, but Place realizes what type of person Hishakaku really is, and grows to loathe him. Not just because he tricked him into all but giving him the site, but because he pretended to be his friend in a time where he was at his most vulnerable.

Who Are You, Really? By Mikky Ekko

"So you feel entitled to a sense of control And make decisions that you think are your own You are a stranger here, why have you come? Why have you come? Lift me higher, let me look at the sun Look at the sun, and once I hear them clearly, say Who, who are you really? And where are you going? I've got nothing left to prove 'Cause I've got nothing left to lose See me bare my teeth for you Who, who are you?"

Hishakaku's been raised to be a director. He has no hobbies outside of crypto and computers. He grew up knowing exactly what he would be, and that is his ambition, purpose, identity. I firmly believe that if you asked Hishakaku to describe himself without mentioning his job, family, or status, he'd blank and stammer out that that question is ridiculous. This is part of why I think Hishakaku's dislike of Place is mutual-- Place thinks he's a puffed up crypto twit ruining his site, and Hishakaku is confused and jealous over the fact that Place stepped away from his position as director to go study nonsense in the woods, and he seems happier than ever. Hishakaku, deep down, feels hollow. He refuses to acknowledge that, but he is. And seeing Place so fulfilled, so sure of himself despite his abstraction, enrages him.

Iscariot by WALK THE MOON

Hishakaku always gets what's coming to him. Personally, I think he at least has some idea that he might not be able to weasel his way out of consequences-- but that common sense is discarded in favor of the arrogant belief that he'll be free from consequence forever.

This song could also be seen as potential feelings of betrayal from Cimmerian, since Cimmerian promised to keep his involvement with the Wanderer's Circle under wraps in exchange for helping him steal the 8ball. Even if he didn't have a personal relationship with Cimmerian, he'd still be pissed about the betrayal.

The Bottom (You Fucking Fucker) by The Taxpayers

Hishakaku could very well be the "you" in this song.

"You fuck. I fucking blame you, you fucker, you fuck I fucking know the reason you came Your name, your place, your time will come When the bottom drops out, when the bottom drops out And even though, even though you’ll get away with it Even though, even though people like you don’t do time I know someday your little black heart will pop Someday you’re gonna die, you're gonna die, you're gonna die

Things can always get worse Things can always get so much worse Things can always get worse Things can always get so much worse When the bottom drops out"

"Even though, even though people like you don't do time" This is more accurate in regards to SCP-8888, where, instead of being imprisoned for betraying the Foundation (AND LEADING TO THE THEFT OF THE 8BALL), his suggested punishments are being sent to watch the fish that goes on forever, or being sent to work at the Planet Fitness Foundation front in Jupiter, Florida. Researching Jupiter (I'm poking at an outline about his time there), it seems like a pretty nice place. Sure, he doesn't have his power, influence, or money, but it feels like such a nothing punishment compared to his actions.

"Someday you're gonna die, you're gonna die, you're gonna die". Due to the sensitive nature of what is kept at Site-15, I like to imagine Hishakaku receives life-extending treatment, like SCP-006. Once he no longer has access to that, though, he's stuck with having to confront his mortality. He'd taken 006 for granted, honestly. Now he's lost.

"Things can always get so much worse / when the bottom drops out" This is what Hishakaku's dealing with-- the bottom dropping out. Sure, he's not in prison, but he's been stripped of everything he's ever tied his identity to and in a super unfamiliar environment dealing with things he's never dealt with (assuming he is sent to Jupiter, which I think is the funnier and more painful option for him)

In conclusion, Hishakaku is an interesting guy that sucks a lot <3.

If you have any questions or want to give me a suggestion to add to the playlist, plz send an ask or message me I love this guy

[ilovesjamesbb]

Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 8)

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mature themes

This repetitive sound rang in my ears. It sounded like a slow heart beat. The sounds came and went consistently but there were all the same notes. It wasn’t a good song. The music I liked was jazzy and not flat like this one. There were no words or instruments. Just one note. 

“I am so sorry. This is all my fault.” A voice came through my ears. I can’t make out who it was. I felt something warm in my hand. It was gripped and soft lips were pressed against my knuckles. 

“It’s not, Buck. You couldn’t have known.” Steve. You could hear him but you couldn’t open your eyes.

“How could it not be? This is the second time I led her to kill herself. She needed me and I wasn’t there. I cast her aside. I left her…” He whispered. Bucky. Oh god, Bucky.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Bucky. You left her because you thought she was safer without you. You were trying to protect her. I won’t say it was the right thing to do but at the time you thought it was. Your intentions were pure.” Nat said. 

“She just couldn’t do it without you. She’s been battling demons for a long time and we’ve all seen it. We all should have been there. The past year we had the opportunity to be there for her and we let her down. This is on all of us.” Clint said. Elbows on his knees. How could they think it was their fault? I did this.

“No one knows what happened before she got here. Fury said something traumatic. It could've been that. It’s not on you.” Bruce said. No. No. Not this. This was a secret. This was my secret to tell. My experience to share if I wished for it.

“I know.” Tony said. If only I had more control over how everything happened. I didn’t want anyone to know. Please don’t tell them. 

“Tony, what is it?” Steve asked. Tony looked torn. He sat with his hand across his chin, middle and pointer finger on his temple. 

“She will never forgive me for telling you this. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to know..” He trailed off standing up. Bucky squeezed my hand. 

“Eighteen months ago y/n was taken. She was dating her boyfriend of almost a year, Christian, things were going great. Apparently they were really happy together yadyadya, whole picket fence type of stuff” Tony said turning the other direction. Bucky stiffened. Not like that Bucky! I never felt the way I did for him the way I feel about you. I wish I could tell him that. I fought to wake up, so hard. 

“Turns out he had been working recon on her for the entirety of their relationship. It was a mission for him but he made it personal. He didn’t have to get her to love him. He pulled the whole ‘spilled coffee - let me take you out to dinner trope’. It was innocent to her. She never expected it. Even with her guard high. She didn’t see it coming. Why would she? He was a CEO at some made up enterprise in the city. She had no reason for suspecting anything.” Everyone was listening intently.  

“Things got rushed, he needed to make a move and fast. So he beat her and I mean beat her bad. He kept her locked up in his flat for weeks. No food, little to no water. He tortured her, trying to get information from SHIELD but she wouldn’t give it up. One day he didn’t come back. She was down there for a while, not looking hot and that's when Fury found her.” He stopped. A picture flew up on the screen. Images of me bleeding, a picture of me laughing with Chrisitan. A tear rolled down my comatose face. I just wanted to tell him to stop. I would tell the story if I had to. Let me tell you!

“Apparently SHIELD caught on to Christian and they took him down but they couldn’t find her. They looked for days until Fury figured it out. But you knew that already, Romanoff.” Everyone was quiet. What? How would she know?

“Yes,” She answered plainly. 

“What the hell, Nat?” Bruce said furious. 

“Fury sent me about some posing CEO scumbag that I needed to take down. I didn’t know it was him until a few weeks before everything happened. I didn’t know y/n yet. It was my mission to wait it out.” She said sadly but not apologetically. 

“That doesn’t matter. You knew who he was! You knew she didn’t know. You knew she was in danger-” Steve said angrily. 

“No. I didn’t. I thought she was his girlfriend. I knew she worked for SHIELD, I didn’t know if she was a part of HYDRA too. I couldn’t risk intervening-”

“What?” Bucky finally spoke.

“I wouldn't intervene, Barnes-”

“HYDRA. This guy is HYDRA?” He gritted out. 

“Yes or he was.” Nat spoke defensively. 

“I promise if I knew what would have happened, if I knew about his mission and that she wasn’t who I thought she was, you have to know I would have killed him on the spot.” She said with tears in her eyes. Tears were falling down my face at this point too. Everyone bega fighting and the voices got loud. 

“Look-” The fighting kept going on. 

“Guys stop! Look-” Bruce pointed to me and walked over to the bed. Flashlight in his hand opened my eyes. I could see. 

“She’s crying, she can hear us. Y/n, can you move your hand?” He said squeezing mine. I tried but I couldn’t. 

[moonspirit]

my hcs on the alliances favourite song/musician:

levi- Elvis. no specific song

he’d lock himself in a room and blast some of his songs, he’d sip a cup of tea and stare out the window while stewing his hatred for that lil monkey boy zeke. the first time he did this onyankopon broke down the door because he thought levi was gonna kill himself. my reasoning is that I think he’s a lil ol fashioned so.. Elvis.

annie- hit ‘em up, 2pac.

she’d LOVE diss tracks, especially this one. she’d sometimes mumble “..that’s why i fucked yo bitch you fat motherfucka..” in her sleep. the alliance doesn’t let her pick the music anymore after falco and gabi arrived for obvious reasons. if she was more public she’d be cancelled for imitating a black accent.. she can’t help it..

armin- nursery rhymes. 

oh god don’t give him the aux.. he would genuinely be listening to “je mappele dolphine” or something like that. do NOT let him find national anthems. (not the lana del rey one.. please let him find that one it’s so good)

gabi- karma, jojo siwa.

you couldn’t water board this information out of her. she pretends her favourite song is also hit ‘em up like annie to act tough but she’s a Jojo siwa fan at heart. she doesn’t let anyone in her room because you’d find every single bow jojo has released, that one mold infested jojo siwa curry sauce, and a karma vinyl she somehow got her grubby hands on. 

connie- con calma, daddy yankee.

our latino king! you cannot stop him from replaying this song, unless you want to go get a rabies shot. if he’s listening to spanish songs while driving make sure to buy car insurance right then and there because connie doesn’t have any! and you’re definitely gonna crash..

pieck- telepatia/melting - kali uchis.

couldn’t decide which she’d like more, but she’s a huge fan of cutesy songs. i can also see her liking prom song gone wrong by lana del rey. (can u tell lana is my favourite?) anyway, she would bedazzle her record player with pink rhinestones and dance around her room to kali uchis. 

reiner- caramelldanssen, caramella girls.

you CANNOT change my mind. he’d try to overdose on crushed up jolly ranchers (someone scammed him, placebo affect go crazy) while laying face down on the carpet with this song in the background. someone asks him to hangout he’s like nah i’m busy today.. he’s just listening to this song while ugly crying about nothing in particular.

jean- maneater- nelly furtado

much like gabi, he’d probably say his favourite song is something like too many nights or big poppa.. but we all know this is what he’d listen to. that and promiscuous (also by nelly furtado. he’s a huge fan) yeah nobody believes him when he says a hip-hop/rap song.

falco- kidz bop version of ms.jackson. (that kidz pop song SPECIFICALLY.)

while other people are stanning loona or whatever artist he’s stanning kidz bop.. like a true alpha male. he’d also probably say shit like “fudge” instead of fuck and yell “language!!” when someone cusses. bless his heart.

hope u know all these songs, they’re very.. diverse. it took a while to get you these headcanons but i’ve been busy lately.

Hiya xD

Gotta admit, I didn't know a lot of these songs so I had to look them up. Had a great time tho!

I like Levi listening to Elvis. He's an old time king, and he's right - old timey songs really do FTW. Nothing like being holed up in your house with some fucking great tea and 50's rock n roll.

Annie tho xD She can listen to ALLLLLL the diss tracks and hard rap she wants to and wear outfits that got drip and swag but she'll never beat the cute allegations. Sorry but that's... That's just how it is.

But Armin - nursery rhymes???!?! Come ooonnnn you gotta give him more credit than that lol xD I like to think he enjoys pop and instrumental a lot.

Gabi, Falco and Jean being like "No! We're tough nuts! In this house we listen to songs that go hard!" And then actually listening to energetic pop and kidz bop lmaooooo. People pretend they don't know so these three can keep their pride intact xD (secretly they're a club of liars)

I listened to Telepatía by Kali Uchis and omg 🥺 I can imagine Pieck vibing to that slow R&B soul in her room. Dancing around her room as the record player plays and plays and plays. Ahhhh that's such a good image!

The best ones are for last.

Connie boy! He's definitely not got a thought in his head with that song as he drives - and it's a pretty GREAT road trip too! All cheer and good vibes!

Reiner listening to Caramelldanssen is the only thing of true value in this post. In true style, he's got the video and everything playing on the largest screen in his house. He knows the moves. He dances, he sings, he cries.

(the others are horrified. Perfect time for Annie to spit some 2pac diss bars).

thank you for sending these in omg xD