#i was listening to the lyrics of this today and i can't stop laughing because

[emmyrosee]

Atsumu thinks you’re a horrific singer.

In small, humming bursts, you’re nothing horrible, and he’s definitely been able to fall asleep against your chest to your soft tunes and nails in his hair.

But in the car, when you belt out lyrics to whatever song is playing, he winces slightly. In the shower, he’s surprised glass in the mirror doesn’t break. And even humming in public, he's shocked babies don't start crying. You just don't hear the lack of rhythm in your voice, the quiver in the sound when you hit a high note, and he's positive you've just got a blindness to how you sound in general.

But it’s something you love to do. And more often than not, he finds himself sitting and listening to your singing, smiling along because it's something that entertains you, something that makes you happy.

And he's willing to sacrifice the integrity of his hearing just to see you happy.

He does find himself day dreaming as you sing in the shower today, the sound of your voice and the sound of falling water lulling him into the lyrics, swaying slightly back and forth. Your singing is bad, of course, but he's gotten so used to it that he can't help but tune in and ignore the flat tones as you sing.

It's because it's your voice. And your voice is more than enough to bring him to a state of joy.

The shower stops and he hears your belting turn into a hum, and he decides to stay in the bedroom to intercept and give you some affection for all your... efforts.

"Hey," he says, making you jump a foot in the air.

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” You scold, clutching your heart in one hand but smiling as he pulls you in his arms. Your own still clutch the towel wrapped around you, encasing you in a burrito-like embrace. “Just kill me like a normal person.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says happily, planting a kiss to your forehead before smoothing a hand down your face. “I was just listening to the show.”

“Ah,” you hum simply, grinning at his words. “Letting me serenade you?”

“Always,” he laughs, and he gently sways with you, huffing the sweet smell of your post-shower scent.

“I knew you liked my singing, but this is new,” you say, angling your head to look up at him. Your chin rests happily in the dip of his sternum, and he blinks down adoringly at you. “Has my angelic voice got you feeling a type of way?”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell you your singing is anything but. So he merely hums a yes, letting his body dance with yours in the bedroom, the warmth of your skin transferring onto his and keeping him cozy.

Then, you shrug your shoulders. “I get it- my singing is better than anything your croaky ass could do,” you tease.

“Aaaand moments gone,” he grumbles playfully, shoving you off and ignoring your laughs and paws to be back in his embrace.

[queerprayers]

Officially, in the western church, today isn't the Annunciation. This is Holy Monday, and the Annunciation is moved to avoid coinciding with Holy Week. I think if it were during the Triduum I would appreciate this, making space to hold both days separately. But it's Monday, and they can't stop me from thinking about Mary during Holy Week. March 25 is a traditional date of both Jesus's death and conception, as well as the Creation—a spring equinox of redemption. Holding space for all these things has always been appropriate. Birth and death coexist; Jesus's beginnings were the beginnings of his mortality. The angel announces the future, and whoever listens must live through all of it.

What did it mean for Mary to say yes to this? We laugh at the "Mary did you know?" lyrics, because we know she knew. But she also didn't have to know the details of God's plan to say yes to what every parent says yes to—witnessing. Acknowledging the bringing into the world of a frail being, perhaps giving your body to make this happen, praying that you will die before they do but knowing that is not promised. And every parent living under a violent state knows what it is to hope it's not your kid that's next (whether you're a Black parent teaching your child how to talk to cops, or a Palestinian parent hiding in rubble, or a Jewish parent under Roman occupation who's seen the crosses outside the city walls).

Do you think, at the foot of the cross, Mary thought of her response, "Let it be unto me according to your word"? After bearing that Word inside her, teaching him how to walk, waiting for God to change his mind, to reveal a ram caught in a thicket so her son wouldn't have to die after all, do you think she remembered her teenage self, magnifying the Lord? "The Almighty has done great things for me"—and to me. Great as in too big to look at all at once, bloodstained things. The power of the Most High is overshadowing her—the shadow of the cross—his flesh broken, and someone (including her perhaps) will take him down and wash him for burial.

What does it mean to hold space for that day when an angel tore into her life, breaking it open for God—during Holy Week? If we desire a feast, we should wait until Easter, I agree. But today I honor a lady of sorrows—I desire an acknowledgement of the violence of agreeing to live and love and create when it will be torn away. The story never ends there, but we must live through this week (and whatever weeks of our lives hold these things) saying yes, witnessing. Judas quit before the miracle happened—he couldn't witness death so he didn't witness the life (on this earth). Mary kept saying yes, even at the end.

We can never know everything we are saying yes to when we surrender to God. She knew in one sense, yes, but no one knows what it's like to lose a son until it happens. And no one but her knows what it's like to be the Mother of God. We already know what God wants us to do, but we don't know until it happens how much it hurts—and what the dawn will bring. What swords will pierce us, what promises will be kept.

When we say the Magnificat, we usually add a Gloria at the end—Mary did not have those words (the Trinity would not be formulated for another couple hundred years), but we have them. When we sing her song, we hold space for the ways we see God exist, and she saw those ways intimately. She held the Son and was surrounded by the Spirit, and now the Father holds her. As we live through Holy Week every year, every year she says yes. God's love continues unfolding. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.

Your assigned reading for today (should you choose to accept it) is @tomatobird-blog 's comic "Thirty Years." A blessed Holy Monday (and Annunciation) to you all.

[they-call-me-emmy]

Memories - Tara Carpenter

I'm using da lyrics from 'Memories' by my angelic sweet angel face Conan Gray. I worship him. Thank you.

i dont even know how to classifiy this or whatever but lie eyhahh

yey.

It's been a couple months That's just about enough time For me to stop crying when I look at all the pictures

The Polaroids on your bed sheet. The small, scribbled dates in blue sharpie on the back. The way you genuinely looked happy in the photo. The way your own face looked back at you. The way her face looked back at you. It's been months. Get over it. That's what your friends tell you. What your family tells you. What you tell yourself.

Now I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a while It's late, I hear the door Bell ringing and it's pouring

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision and causing the lights to disable it completely. You needed to put these pictures down. Throw them away, lock them up, anything. Anything to make you stop looking. The sad, sarcastic laugh escapes your throat and you feel weird the moment it comes out.

You jump as the doorbell rings. You don't know who it could be. Its raining outside, you can hardly see the streetlamps. Your wearing the same baggy, stained shirt you'd been wearing for the previous week and a half. It might have been hers, you honestly can't remember.

You stumble to the door, opening it and feeling your eyes widen.

I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance You just wanna talk and I can't turn away a wet dog

"Tara." You say, a slight twinge of coldness to your tone, although you were too shocked and hurt to muster up enough to shoot at her.

"Y/n." She said softly, the same tone as yours but the coldness replaced with what normally you would label as guilt. But Tara doesn't feel guilty....does she?

"Can I..." You clear your throat, willing yourself not to shout or cry or blame her for everything. It takes a lot of strength to not shut the door in her face, but you've always had a soft spot for her. "Can I help you?"

"I just...I just want to talk." She stares at her feet.

"Oh."

"Okay."

But please don't ruin this for me Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

You can't have this girl ruining everything. Barging back in, to 'talk'. But you knew. You knew how much you wanted her back. But you're working for it. Working on getting over it. You're trying, you really are, but fuck. It might not be working. She's making this harder by coming here, bugging you. If she'd let you be, you'd forget about her, at some point.

Right?

I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized

You wanted to forget. Have it all gone. Burn those fucking photos. But she's here, and she's real, and she's talking about how sorry she is, how her life is a mess and she needs a place to stay. And you can't do it now, you couldn't do it before and certainly not when she's crying in your living room. But you needed to get over her. You were scared.

But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say

She's been drinking. The daze in her eyes and her wobbly movements and speech would show that to anyone. She's crying, telling you she left you for your own sake, that she didn't mean it and she was just having a hard time with life.

But now you were having a hard time. Because of her. And here she was, drunkenly crying to you. And here you were, letting her back in, for what? What're you getting out of this?

But you just can't turn her away.

"I wish that you would stay in my memories" In my memories, stay in my memories

"Tara, it's not right. You should leave. You're in my past. Go."

"G-God, please Y/n...d-don't k-kick me out-t." She sniffled, and her big brown eyes filled with more tears and suddenly you felt guilty, like kicking a bird from it's nest. But this wasn't her place. She didn't live here, you weren't with her. She had no right to stay.

But for some crazy reason you'd definitely regret in a day, you let her stay.

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again

"Can I stay over?" She asked you softly, her eyes wide and you couldn't say no.

Why can't you ever say no?

You knew that you'd never leave her behind if she kept coming back, forcing her way back into your heart. You knew you'd never get over her when she's laying on you couch like she used to, eyes closed and a sweet, innocent aura surrounding her sleeping figure.

I promise that the ending always stays the same So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

You weren't ever going to go back to the way it was. She needs to stop trying. There's nothing in your favor. In your relationships favor. There's nothing that makes you two an important couple. You were just two people. You couldn't be with her anymore. That ship had sailed, and relationships never last through the second round.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love With somebody other than me

You couldn't be her friend, it's too much to bear. The knowledge that you'd been with her, felt her, held her and loved her was too much. And she knew that. You couldn't be her girlfriend again. That hadn't worked out the first round, why would you suffer to try to survive the second? But she can't feel a connection, no, because then, she'd be stuck pity filled and guilty, and she too, just like you, would never move on and never find love. But it can't be with you, and it will never be because god fucking dammit that didn't work out and you ruined your chance. She ruined your chance.

She ruined this for you, and there was no going back. There was no fixing what had been broken.

And for that, she deeply regretted.

I clearly cannot write sad stuff

please comment because those are my favorites <3

[irisintheafterglow]

Hi, first of all I would like to say that your blog gives me so much comfort. You seem like such a loving and kind person and I love to read your writing. I adore the co-parenting series and am honestly looking forward to reading more parts <3 (no pressure tho, just wanted to say that I love it)

Actually, I wanted to make a request. The song 'Deep Sea' by 'Snail Mail' has been stuck in my head for weeks, the lyrics kill me every time and I could imagine some heartbreaking angst based on the song. I saw that you don’t write reader or character deaths and it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe a breakup or something like that, it’s really up to you and up to whatever the song might inspire you to write. For the pairing I love Gojo and also Getou or Choso, but I just want you to write whoever you like! 🤪

I had the idea for that request earlier today and made a post about it (that I have since deleted) because you came to my mind and I just really wanted to try my luck and ask you if you would maybe like to write about it 💞

Hope you’re having a great day, thank you <3

it took so long to know someone like you (gojo x you)

cw: breakup, chest-aching angst, swearing, emotionally constipated satoru where he doesn't know how to be vulnerable with someone so his first instinct is to push them away :))))))))))

note: HI!!! thank you for the love, i'm so sorry that this is so late, hopefully you still like it. pro tip, listen to travis atreo's cover of "when she loved me" along with the song mentioned to make reading this extra painful. again, thank you for the love and the ask. i hope you like this!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"don't look at me like that."

"if you don't like it, stop looking," you laugh humorlessly, feeling your heart twist like a wet rag with every shallow breath. "you just told me you don't want me; i think it's valid i can look however i want." your voice breaks off at the end of the sentence and you blink at the darkening clouds above. a storm was coming, but you felt like one had already devastated you.

"that-that's not what i meant," he says through gritted teeth, avoiding your glaring eyes in shame. "i just need a break. is that so bad?" every word felt like a separate cut to your soul and you were slowly bleeding out in the fucking mall parking lot.

"but, why? i'm just not good enough for you?" you practically spit your questions like snake venom. you hoped they stung, hoped the burned into his memory like his promises that he'd give you a future. high and mighty gojo satoru, reduced to a puddle in your arms and vowing that he was yours forever. pathetic. "finally got tired of me, is that it?"

"no," he croaked. "no, no. i just-i don't know who i am when i'm with you." the sky was falling and you hoped the ground crumbled beneath your muddy shoes. "and, that scares me."

"you don't like who you are when you're with me," you echo hollowly, taking a shaky breath and pulling your jacket closer to your body like a safety blanket. "that's really a shame, since i really liked how you were with me," you huff another painfully mirthless laugh that turns into a sob. on instinct, he reaches out to touch you but you pull away like he was radioactive waste. "making all those lofty promises, letting me think that i was your forever and eternity and everything after that. you're really an asshole for that one, you know that?"

"i never said anything like that," he protests even though you know damn well that he's lying. raindrops start to catch on his hair, making it glisten like he was sent from heaven. too bad his words didn't match. "even if i said those things, i can't guarantee i actually meant it, so i'm sorry."

ouch.

"you're sorry? you're sorry?" you have to take a step backward or else you'd have actually slammed your knuckles against his infuriatingly perfect cheek. "gee, thanks! i'll remember that next time anyone says they love me," you hiss and relish in the way he flinches. "they could just be kidding, after all, right? stupid me." it took so long to finally get through to him, to stand steady enough that he let down his walls, and suddenly he was throwing them up again and shutting you out.

if you were completely honest and without your stubborn pride, you'd admit that you understood what he was talking about. it was a little lonely being with him, especially when you didn't have any more time for self-discovery without worrying about another human being. you lost track of time when you were with him and lost a little bit of yourself, too, and you weren't sure if he was adequately filling that emptiness. you had no idea how to discuss it, let alone navigate it, and it struck a crack that only grew larger. neither of you knew how to cope with this, it seemed, and that's how you ended up sobbing on the asphalt in front of the man you believed you were going to marry.

"don't you wonder who we could be without each other? we could be anyone," he insists but nothing gets through to you.

"i don't know who i am without you, satoru," you whisper defeatedly and it's like you can hear his heart start to crumble. he did this to you, and you watched him realize it in real-time. he didn't know what he was saying anymore. he felt too far deep in that he didn't remember why he was asking for a break in the first place. all that he knew was that he was hurting you and every nerve in his body screamed at him to fix it, fix it, fix it. you sigh tiredly, shivering in the cold sheets of water that were starting to fall. "look, if you need time, then take it. take all that you need."

"but-"

"no. i can't do this to myself if you won't even try anymore. goodbye satoru. a stupid part of me still loves you." as you slip into your car and accelerate away from him, he doesn't have the chance to say it back.

to tell you that the stupid whole of him still loved you, too.

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather | 111

Warnings: profanity, age gap , mature themes , overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , orphaning , eating disorders, other weird shit

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Jake woke up stretching slightly, finding something restricting his movement ; you.

A smile cracked against his sleepy face when he was reminded of what happened last night and how the two of you had fallen asleep together.

You were still hugging Jake tight with your cheek squished against the pillow right infront of his face , his eyes danced over your face and at the way your lips pursed out slightly.

He sucked his own lips in , fighting the urge to just lean in, barely an inch and press his lips against yours. Your lips look so inviting and irresistible and all Jake could do was stare at them , imaging what they would feel like against his lips , or on his neck or around his coc-

no.

He immediately got out of your hold as fast as lighting and sat off the bed , looking down between his legs to find himself semi hard. Morning wood.

He looked back at you still sound asleep. He cursed himself under his breath and headed out your room quickly and silently , softly shutting the door behind him .

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You woke up later , hurrying out of the house to work. You were almost half an hour late .

"slow down! Have breakfast" Jake yelled as you hopped your shoes on.

"I'm so late I can't" you shake your head.

"Don't go then" Jake says and you stare at him "haha" you say sarcastically.

"no I'm serious. Let's go out today. It's Saturday" Jake speaks , walking up from behind the kitchen island . Jake didn't have to go to the studio on weekends so he was free.

"but- my boss will yell-" you sigh .

"he's gonna yell anyway since you're late. Might as well enjoy it" Jake says .

"point" you sigh and look at floor , trying to think .

"you work too hard. Give yourself a break. It's my treat" he pressed.

"this isn't because you pity me because of yesterday right?" You squint at him with a smile and he bursts out laughing.

"it might be" he joked , his smile wide as ever .

"C'mon, where'd you wanna go?" He asks , pulling his phone out of his pocket .

"oh! Let's go shopping! Let's go to the mall. You always complain about your clothes" Jake says , looking through his phone at something in excitement.

"I do not!" You defend and he laughs again.

"oh- or we could go for a movie. Or we could just go for a drive" Jake rambles . And you stand there wondering why he so desperately wanted to take you out.

"or! We could just do all of that!" Jake looks at you with his eyes wide and bright in excitement.

"what- no-!" You immediately disagree.

"why not?!" He asks , still excited.

"don't worry about the money y|n. It's my treat!" He says.

"no but I can't-" you hesitate.

"oh c'mon, please?" Jake tilts his head with a put on pout and you couldn't help but shy away and smile widely, Looking down at your feet before looking back up at him .

"fine-" you barely say as Jake lets out a Yelp of victory , making you laugh again .

"imma go get dressed. Have some breakfast and we'll go" he says as he walks off .

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The two of y'all went on a long ride of just judging people and listening to music in the car , screaming out the lyrics while vibing hard in your seats .

Until the two of you got hungry and decided to stop at the mall . Y'all wandered around for almost an hour deciding where to eat. You were laughing the entire time with him like the both of you were high on something or something.

Y'all finally decided to have some Chinese, snickering at how Jake struggled to eat with chopsticks, the two of you almost choking on your food at the constant laughing, you were almost in tears.

"oh my god, I think I I'm dying" you tiredly say , you face red from laughing and so was Jake.

You looked at him and he looked at you too before the both of you started laughing again for no reason, practically wheezing as y'all left the restaurant.

"oh my god! There's a spa!" Jake gasp .

"no!" You choke out between your laugh as you tried to stop him from going in , but he dragged you in with him .

"we should get facials! And mendicures!" He gasped . And you burst out laughing so hard you almost caught the attention of of the whole store.

"it's a manicure!" You wheeze , tears pooling in your eyes as you stomach ached.

"and a pedicure is for your toes" you explain and he looked at you with a shocked squint , making you laugh harder.

"let's get both then" he says, laughing with you .

"mendicures!" You exclaim .

"mendicures!" Jake repeats as the two of you wheeze , trying to be as quiet as you possibly can .

People wouldve definitely thought y'all were high . And y'all were . High on eachother that is .

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"my face feels like a fucking baby's ass!" Jake laughs as he touches his face while exiting the spa place with you.

"it does!" You laugh in suprise , touching his cheek .

"oh! You have a baby's ass face too" Jake touched cheek before pinching it making you yelp and pinch his cheek back .

"OW! I DIDN'T DO IT THAT HARD!" Jake slapped his hand over his cheek in pain .

"you did too! I just wasn't so dramatic about it" you say , lifting your chin slightly to tease him .

"I'm not dramatic! It's not my fault you've got bloody caveman hands!" He teased back and you gasp as he laughs at your reaction.

You remembered the last time you were at the mall with Jake and your dad's friends and Jake had carried you around everywhere on his shoulders as you pulled on his hair making him walk around in pain , and you kept giggling at him . You were about 5 or 6 years old that time .

"y|n?" A voice called from behind you , distracting you from Jake .

"Ethan!" Your eyes widen in faux suprise as you turn around, not expecting your ex to be here , walking over to you .

"hi!" He says as he flexes his arms with his hands in his pockets , looking behind you at Jake.

"didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?" Ethan asks. And Jake notices you were suddenly uncomfortable.

"I'm- I've been good how are you?" You ask back even though you wanted this conversation to end as fast as possible. It took you ages to get over Ethan after he broke you after your dad died . He was being an asshole while you needed him.

"who's this?" Ethan asks , looking at Jake .

"oh this- this is my- Jake- he's my guardian parent thing" you muttered.

"godfather" Jake corrected , moving next to you .

"ohh I thought he was your boyfriend or something. Yaknow how you told me you liked older guys?" Ethan explained with a light laugh, clearly looking up and down Jake from head to toe , judging him .

"no" you laugh lightly panicky, looking at Jake who seemed unamused and somewhat irritated.

"you look pretty" Ethan said , tilting his head , making you cringe out of your skin.

"thanks. I just got a facial done" you throw your thumb over your shoulder at the spa behind you.

"we should hang out sometime" Ethan says.

"uh-" You look at Jake and he seemed to be looking away at other stores in the mall . Pretending to be uninterested in your conversation with Ethan , but you could see his jaw clenched tight from his side profile.

"uh- ok- sure" you force out a smile as you watch Ethan finally walk away while waving at you. What a nice day completely ruined, you thought. .

"alright let's go to the arcade" jake says , his voice too flat for something so exciting. But you smile widely anyway and follow him to the escalator to go to the arcade .

Jake seemed down but tried to pretend to push it off while playing games with you like a child. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but you couldn't bring it up .

"so who was that guy?" Jake finally asks, curiosity getting the best of him.

"Ethan? My ex" you answer and Jake immediately snapped you an "are you okay" look.

"I needed him after dad died. And he wasn't there for me" you explained.

"prick" Jake cursed at him before giving you a look of sympathy and rubbing your back.

"focus! We're losing the game!" You yell as you gestured to the dinosaur jungle setup in front of you.

Jake immediately got back to shooting the dinosaurs . And you ended up losing as you yelled at him playfully because he was playing badly.

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"wow we wasted the whole day" you say as you drive out of the mall parking to find the sky being pitch black .

"it wasn't wasted" Jake seconds. "I had fun" he says , taking a turn onto the road.

"I did too" you smile .

"just like old times" he says as he pats your knee , except he keeps it there .

"just like old times" you repeat with a nostalgic smile , paying not much attention to Jake's hand on your knee until his thumb gently caressed your knee before pulling away .

His touch was so inviting. You wished he kept his hand there always . And everytime he moved his hand to say something you wished he would put it on your knee again but it kept going back to the steering.

Obviously he wasn't going to have his hand on your thigh the ride home . You weren't his girlfriend. Wait- what about his girlfriend? Would she mind? I mean- obviously not .

"is Carrie coming over today ?" You ask , and you notice panic set in Jake's eyes.

"what's the time?" He asks , looking at the phone you held in your hand . You pressed the power button to see 7:36pm as the time .

"shit" Jake mutters under his breaths as he drives faster .

"w-whats wrong? Did you forget she was coming over or something?" You laugh , but he didn't laugh .

You watched as he sped down the road . In no time you reach home but he didn't turn to park and you look at him confused.

"go home I gotta be somewhere" he says and you nod and get out the car as he quickly drove off . How shit.

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Jake came back earlier than you expected. You heard him breathe out a heavy sigh as he took his shoes off by the door .

You were watching tv , sitting horizontally with your feet up on the couch . You turned your head and looked over the backrest to watch as he came in .

"hey I'm back" he say with a slight smile , noticing you watching tv.

"what's wrong? What happened?" You ask as he walked to the couch and lifted your legs up to make place for him to sit down at the other end of the couch , letting your legs rest on his lap .

"Carrie broke up with me" he said nonchalantly.

"what!? Because you were late for one date?!" You yell. But he didn't really seem to be bothered.

"nah. It wasn't just that" he says softly , his hand massaging your feet barely with his eyes fixed on the tv , trying to catch on the show you were watching.

"I'm sorry- this is my fault- I should've gone to work-" your voice cracks when you realise you were the whole reason he was late .

"what? no! Y|n. Don't be stupid" he glares at you and you look away shaking your head, you couldn't help the corners of your mouth dropping down.

"Jesus- it wasn't your fault!" Jake speaks , noticing the look on your face like you were close to tears as he moves his hand up your leg , trying to reach out for you to look at him .

"honestly I don't even care I didn't even like her" Jake confesses.

"promise?" You ask as you turn at him . You knew the guilt would eat you up.

"sweetie I swear" Jake said , looking right in your eyes .

"okay" you mutter to yourself before looking back at the tv .

"why were you dating her if you didn't like her then?" You ask .

"can you let it go? It wasn't your fault and I'm not heartbroken or anything okay?" Jake speaks calmly.

"I promise" he says again , his warm hand rubbed your leg in reassurance before giving it a slight tap .

"okay" you breath deeply, deciding to believe him.

"I'm going to pour myself a drink. You want one?" He asks as he slowly stands , giving you time you lift your legs off his lap.

"no. But can you get me that tub of ice cream you got me? It's in the freezer" you ask with pleading eyes .

"ofcourse" the corners of his lips lift as he pets your head while walking behind the couch to the kitchen.

You hear glass clattering on the cold slab and the fridge door opened a couple times as you wait anxiously for your ice-cream.

According to you , eating during your period wasn't going make you put on any weight . It was dumb and you knew it . But you just liked to tell yourself that .

Your stomach had been starting to ache, the cramps getting worse , you knew you were going to have a hell of a night. So why not treat yourself?

"thank you" you smile as he hands you the tub of icecream with a spoon . You move your legs for him to sit down on the couch next to you with his drink in his hand . But he stretched your legs back on his lap and places his free hand over them .

You and Jake had gotten pretty into the show until your cramps began to make you sweat . You couldn't sit still anymore.

You whine as you sit up in discomfort, pulling your legs away from Jake's lap, trying to find a position on the couch to soothe the pain .

"you okay?" He asks as he watched you grab a pillow and cover your lap while folding your legs , leaning against the backrest.

"cramps" you answer , eyes fixed on the tv.

"c'mere" Jake gesture for you to sit in his lap . Which you gladly did . Crawling up to him as he turned you to sit horizontally on his lap with your legs stretched out on the couch, and your head resting on his shoulder , the both of you letting out comfortable sighs as y'all made yourselves comfortable.

Jake switched his drink to his other hand , resting it on your thigh . while he began to massage into your lower back with his now free hand , making you hiss in relief .

"better?" He asks and you nod against his shoulder, your eyes stuck to the tv in front of both of y'all. But all you could think of Jake. His scent and his strong hands kneading into your sore flesh , his warm breath tickling your face , his chest raising as he breathed.

How you wanted to just turn to him and nuzzle your face into his neck and take in a deep breath of him before kissing his neck and leaving new marks on him to cover Carrie's almost faded ones .

You groan and wriggle on his lap as another cramp hits you.

"my poor girl" Jane coos , his words making your mind to blank. His voice deep and manly. HIS. POOR. GIRL?? Oh god he was going to be the death of you.

You wondered if he could hear your heart thumping out of your chest. Good thing the room was dark and only lit up by the light of the tv , or he would've been able to see how red you were .

Despite how distracting pJake was being, the two of you were actually catching onto the show.

"you want me to get you anyone one?" You ask , pointing at his glass in his hand that had been empty for quite some time . Probably because he didn't want to make you get up.

"no it's alright I'll get it" Jake says as you stand off him , he was getting up with you but you don't let him.

"I got it" you say as you grab his glass and walk off to the kitchen. You knew exactly how Jake liked his drinks.

"thanks doll" Jake takes the glass back from you as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again. Was it normal? To feel so comfortable with him?

You guessed being away from him for a while and talking about stuff really broke the barrier of awkwardness y'all had before. Y'all were never awkward before your dad died though. Jake was always your favourite.

Whenever your dad and his friends hung out to do anything, you'd be on Jake's lap . Ever since you were little. It's weird how age and time changes so much , only to bring to back to the same.

About two hours went by and you had started to drop of again. You knew Jake's thighs were probably cramping and you could easy get up and go to bed . But you didn't want to . You wanted it to last forever.

Jake didn't really seem to be bothered with you dropping off on his lap . He was busy enjoying the show with his drink , his hand firmly holding your legs with his other arms around your body as you lay on his shoulder.

Jake only realised you'd fallen asleep when he laughed at something at the tv and looked at you to see if you caught the joke too. But you were fast asleep already.

"okay let's get you to bed then" Jake smiled , knowing this was the second time in a row that you'd fallen asleep on him .

NEXT PART

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[sluttynfemme]

my favorite lyrics from halsey’s new album, below the cut if u care :p

only living girl in LA

i think i’m special 'cause i cut myself wide open as if it's honorable to bleed

ego

feel so low but i’m high at the same time / i can’t keep my feet on the ground and i’m nervous what you’ll think of me now

dog years

well, they say all dogs go to Heaven, well, what about a bitch? what about an evil girl left lying in a ditch?

letter to god (1974)

please, god, i wanna be sick, i don't wanna hurt so get it over with quick, please, god, i wanna be loved, i don't wanna be somebody that they wanna get rid of

panic attack

and i would love to love you but my body's keepin' score and i don't know if i can see you anymore

the end

and i know it's not the end of the world, but could you pick me up at 8? 'cause my treatment starts today

i believe in magic

back in the day, my dad and i would share a laugh at all of her mistakes but that alliance didn't save me from her fate

letter to god (1983)

because i never would have said it if i knew i’d have to wait until the moment i was happy, then it all disintegrates

hometown

like the others from my high school, all those sad suburban ghosts trapped in a cross next to a highway, while the rest of us get old

i never loved you

‘cause you never listen and i’m terrible too. you kept driving away from the issues. if you stopped i would’ve kissed you.

darwinism

if everyone has someone, then the math just isn't right and i’m the only outlier, the lonely archetype

lonely is the muse

and when you’re done you can discard me like the others always do and i will nurse my wounds until another artist stains me new

arsonist

i’m glued to a building that's on fire handcuffed to a narcissistic liar, empty space and leather jeans, eyes are blazed with apathy

life of the spider (draft)

too tired to sleep, too sick to eat, i feel like a monster and it doesn't help that you will treat me like i’ve got the venom in my teeth

hurt feelings

you know my father isn't dead, but it don't feel like he's still here, it’s strange now that he's grey and getting older by the day and my eyes tell me that he's harmless despite what my heart has to say

lucky

did it all to be included, my self-loathing so deep-rooted inner child that's unrecruited, truth is i’m not suited for it

letter to god (1998)

and i don't ever wanna leave him, but i don't think it's my choice so i’m basking in these moments where i feel a shred of joy. i don't think my pleas are heard because i’m screaming in the void

the great impersonator

this is a cry for help, callin' for assistance but you can't tell i need it when you’re watchin' from a distance

[deliriousmonk]

A Tonic For The Troops

I did not forget about that review. It is very unserious though; don't expect quality writing here. Enjoy!

Overall rating: 9.5/10.

Like Clockwork

A cynical song (which is good! A little cynicism never hurt anybody). The first verse seems to be taking the mickey out of trend-hoppers and the monotonous parts of life. For some reason, I thought it was from the perspective of a rogue robot. Fingers killed it on the keyboard; real good stuff.

I really liked this song, even though it overwhelmed me greatly. 10/10!

2. Blind Date

Do you really have to ask? 10/10.

3. [I Never Loved] Eva Braun

T. Keslering asks a valid question. Why did they decide to create this song? I'm not complaining though, because it rocks. Very interesting that it's from Hitler's point of view; it does seem accurate from what we saw of their relationship. My favourite part of the song was the bridge:

Eva Braun wasn't history Wasn't even part of my destiny Never really fitted in the scheme of things She was a triumph of my will

Really nailed it! Another 10.

4. Living In An Island

An awfully handy guide for the suicidal island dweller. I do wonder though; is Geldof trying to tell this guy to kill himself? What a terrible friend. A relentless, solid 10/10.

5. Don't Believe What You Read

Kesslering comes in clutch yet again in the comments. What it says on the can... but they did tell us to not believe what we read, so maybe go take a listen for yourself. (Go ahead, pelt me with rocks. I deserve it.)

Another 10. Don't roll your eyes!

6. She's So Modern

There's the album title! I laughed when I first caught it. The way Geldof says 'modern' really tickles me. I've got more opinions on this song, but I can't seem to articulate myself at all today.

....9/10.

7. Me and Howard Hughes

Easily my favourite song on the album. If I had learned of its existence earlier, my friends would've never heard the end of it.

10/10. Hang in there buddy.

8. Can't Stop

... Won't stop. This reminded me of Trainspotting, even though it wouldn't be right on the soundtrack. I might be alone on this, but does anyone else think this is about quitting drugs?

10/10, again.

9. (Watch Out For) The Normal People

They're coming for your house, cats and bank statements! There's a feeling of dissatisfaction with the petit bourgeoise Jack's and Jill's up on the hill; the normal folks will be smashing in your windows shortly, friend.

I can't decide if this should be an 8 or a 9.5/10.

10. Rat Trap

My second favourite on the album, solely for the saxophone. The lyrics remind me of Young Americans by David Bowie; another good song.

10/10.

I wouldn't play this album in front of my mother. That's a true indicator of musical quality. Absolutely listening to it again!

[naraven]

≫ ⑥ⓇⒺⒺⓏⒺ

≫As an aspiring musician and composer, you always dreamed of creating music of your own and sharing it to the world. However, time passes and the biggest part of your life was working behind a sound system, behind the scenes of one of the largest entertainment companies in the world producing idols. Put under the new and upcoming boy group 6reeze, you come to realize how… eccentric some idols could be. And with all these bright new faces, you can only handle so much before you break.

~~~

hi everyone! its been a hot minute. but yeah, let's not talk about how long it took to write this. it's unimportant.

with that out of the way, please enjoy! i can't guarantee i'll write something like this again, but maybe when the next break comes around i could write something like this again.

c o n t e n t w a r n i n g // alcohol, stalking, whatever is going on with scaramouche, overall yandere themes,

w o r d c o u n t // 6k

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“Nice to meet you guys, I’m (Y/N).” You raise your hand in a small wave. “You’ve probably seen me operating the audio system for all your stuff. If you have any complaints, feel free to bug me about it.”

They all greet you back with varying levels of enthusiasm, and they leave for the next part of their tour of the agency building.

You fiddle around your keys behind the soundboard, there’s not much to do right now. Most of the trainees are out eating lunch and your boss told you she had a meeting with the execs today. Maybe you could spend your time a bit more wisely?

You set up your synth near the audio system so you don’t have to move too much. It’s so quiet that you’re probably your only audience, and you hum along without any lyrics. In short, you’re just improvising bits and pieces that you think sound nice.

What you failed to notice is a certain idol on break, listening to your aimless hums and chords without a path. He hums to himself, but who knows how and why?

Venti

The leader and oldest of the group, Venti is like the wind itself: flowy, as if never stopping.

His voice is light like that of a cloud, and anyone who has heard his voice says it sounded like Barbatos himself had blessed them.

His guitar skills are unparalleled, acoustic or otherwise. You know next to nothing about guitar but even you stared in awe at how musically talented he is. 

But despite all this praise you throw at him, he’s still…

The most irresponsible person you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!

Although cheerful and enthusiastic, he’s always off without a care in the world. Jean has had to drag him home after practices because he was off at a bar drinking with coworkers or friends. As much as you look up to him as a musician, he’s always somehow causing some mischief to Jean and making her sigh for what feels like the hundredth time that morning.

You aren’t the biggest idol fan, but you remember how he and Xiao were a duo for a while. They had a much different image back then. They were more mysterious, never really posting about themselves on any social media and having little to no interviews. While that sounds like a PR nightmare, fans were entranced by every little thing they did. It was like feeding a single slice of bread to a thousand pigeons.

You listened to a couple of their songs so you could feel a little more familiar with them. Their songs were usually slower and melancholic than the pop and dance music they make at the moment. Venti’s voice was so different to what you were used to that you were shocked to hear such deep and moving vocals. It still retains the same powerful voice you’re familiar with but somehow it holds something… else

You never had the chance to bring this part of Venti’s life in a conversation, but it’s usually because he’s trying to convince you to sing for him.

You never understood where this desire came from. It’s not like you ever sing anything while on the job, and the only thing you really can do is play the keys. Yet whenever he has the chance he’s laughing joyously while you’re too flustered to do anything about it.

“C’mon, Dove, you have to know at least one of our songs!”

“N-No, Venti, stop pushing me towards the stage!”

At times, it feels like you’re marching to the beat of his steps. 

“Aww, but your voice is so beautiful! Why hide all this talent behind so many doors?”

“I’m not hiding anything-”

“Aww, don’t be like that! It’s only lil ole me here anyway! Unless you like having a big audience for all the music you’ve written.”

You sigh, until you really process his words. 

You’ve been alone with Venti for… about 20 minutes now. So far, your lunch sits cold at your usual table near the back of the room. Venti has now asked you about the music… you’ve written… which you have never told him about.

You slowly look towards Venti, who tilts his head to the side as if he didn’t reveal how he knew you wrote music. You’ve only ever told that dream to your parents and close friends, so it’s beyond you how he could drop something like that so casually.

“How do you know… I write my own music?”

Your voice sounds too strained, even to your ears. You gulped down the rest of your water before break, yet your throat feels like a desert. Venti hums before sitting a bit too close to you. Even as you scoot away, he puts his arm around yours before pulling you down closer to see his face. 

“Aww, is that what you’re so worried about? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!” 

His casual wink does nothing to quell your concerns. That’s not exactly what you’re worried about, he giggles lightly as he leans on your shoulder.

“After all, I don’t like it when my muse is looking at others when I’m around.” He cups your chin and leans in closer, your heart and mind racing, “Especially when I’ve been searching for them for so long.”

Aether

The fan favorite of the group!

He may not have the best voice or the prettiest face, but he has a certain charisma that the others just don’t have. 

You have to admit, you were also drawn into his aura. Something about how he smiled, and the way his eyes glimmered when they narrowed into a sly grin, caught your eye. 

He has an approachable air around him that you were attracted to. Surprisingly, he was the one that talked to you first. 

He was having trouble with his mic, so you found him a spare while you tried to see what was wrong with the original mic.

After trying out 5 different ways of fixing it, it turned out that the battery was out of juice.

Oops.

Afterwards, you told Aether what happened with a very hot face. He took the mic and laughed good naturedly at the situation while you wallowed in embarrassment.

“It’s ok! As long as it’s good, it’s fine, right?”

You feel like you’ve been blessed by an angel. His fans are so lucky to have such a patient and kind man to simp over.

“Good work today, Aether. Are you still available for dinner tonight?”

You hand him a cool water bottle. Your work ended an hour ago, but you had made plans to eat at the new sushi place that you wanted to try out. Originally you were going to go with Heizou, but he vaguely mentioned how he was busy and pulled Aether toward him as he was walking by.

“But Aether is kind enough to go with you! Enjoy your dinner, you two!”

Aether blinked as Heizou ran off to do whatever it is he needed to do, leaving you two in his dust.

“Um, well, Aether, are you free on this day?”

You organize a dinner with Aether and when the day comes, you see him there earlier than you were. You came… half an hour early so you wouldn’t be late.

“Oh, Aether, you’re already here.”

“Ah, hello! Yes, I was already in the area.”

A lie. He was there because Lumine bullied encouraged him to be a “gentleman”. Not wanting to be late, he got ready and arrived an hour early before the appointed time.

“Alright then, ready to go in?”

“Of course! After you.”

The sushi was amazing. You enjoyed it thoroughly. And from the looks of it, Aether did too.

Afterwards, you both went out for something to drink. He brought you to a bar that was nearby that he was familiar with and you both had light enough drinks so that you both were sober enough to walk home.

Still, you were tipsy enough that your tongue was loose. You blurted out a couple things you probably shouldn’t have, particularly about work.

“That darn Kazuha, he’s so cute, y’know? Aether, you should’ve seen him years ago when he was still a trainee, his cheeks were even softer and rounder than they are now.”

“Aha, is that so?”

You failed to notice the faint hollowness of his voice, instead bragging more about your dear Kazuha.

“Mhm, he was also shorter. By like, a noticeable difference. It felt like yesterday when we were about the same height, and now I have to look up to talk to him. Makes me sentimental, y’know?”

He takes another light sip. The crystal ice reflects the dim lights of the bar, creating a calm atmosphere. Your Kazuha rambling continues on and on, buzzing in Aether’s ear.

“And y’know, I don’t think I would still be working at this stupid company if not for Kazuha getting into 6breeze.”

“Is that so?” He finally starts to respond back to your rant, “So what you’re saying is Kazuha is your anchor here.”

You hum, clearing your throat loudly.

“In a sense, yeah. If not for him, I think I would have found another job elsewhere.”

Aether puts his glass down on the bar louder than he intended to. You startle and jump up in your seat.

“Archons, Aether, that scared the hell outta me! What’s wrong, d’you think of something upsetting?”

He turns to you as you take a gulp of your own drink. He turns back and leans on his forearms while you exhale from the alcohol.

“Maybe.”

“Dang, even when I ranted for how long? C’mooon, I won’t tell anyone! Tell me, tell me!”

You poke at his arm, eager to hear him say anything.

But what could he say? That he didn’t like how Kazuha was so important to you? That’s cruel to everyone. He downs the rest of his drink before talking, not facing you.

“I’m glad you have someone so important to you at work.” He starts. You don’t notice the grip he has on his coat, “But I wish you weren’t so close with Kazuha.”

“I know this might sound out of line. It really is. But I hope you can forgive me.” His hand reaches for your face, so gentle that you barely feel it at all.

“After all, living with siblings, you tend to get selfish. So with all that being said, I pray you don’t forget tonight.”

Xiao

Probably has the most simps, online and in real life. 

Everywhere he goes, there’s always people staring and whispering about him. Having him in a disguise is like slapping those silly glasses with funny noses on him: they don’t work.

You’d rate him a 12/10. You think he’s attractive, and people are right to simp for him.

That being said, you’re a bit too busy worrying about how well he sounds on stage to be looking at his face. You get a bit frazzled when the boys have a concert that you have to prepare for, plus all the musicians who have to play in the pit for them.

The first time you really talk to him, it’s more you trying to not embarrass yourself in front of one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever laid eyes on and Xiao nodding along to how you said the weather was “moist at best.”

He only perks up when you mention you had to go home after work quickly so you could feed your cat, which leads to you showing him your 879 picture, 263 video long gallery in your phone of your dear feline companion. 

When binging his old videos of just him and Venti, you recall how intense he looked when performing. Whether it be a music video or live performance, he always had this tense look on his face like he was experiencing something troubling. Or maybe that’s just how it was when they were a duo. You should know better than anyone that being an idol is some tough shit.

While doing group practices, Xiao decided to branch out and start doing some solo work. As the leading head of the audio team, you often work with him to record his songs while your team helped with the rest of 6reeze.

As he stands alone in the recording booth, you sit outside and do all the necessary things so his voice isn’t too out of place with the rest of the music.

Venti wrote this one for Xiao, so you hear a couple familiar bits that remind you of him. The subtle passing chords, the pacing and structure, it’s all very “Venti.”

“Nice work, Xiao. Jean told me another staff member would lead you to the practice room soon, so rest up a bit.”

“Alright, good work today.”

He takes a seat behind you while you fine tune the rest of your work. You hum along to an old Venti solo that was reminiscent of the one Xiao just sang.

“Is that… one of Venti’s songs?”

You startle and turn to face Xiao. He’s looking up from his phone, probably scrolling through the 6reeze group chat where you saw a Shrek edit of Kuni (made by none other than their leader), and you nod, seeing as how he recognized the song you were humming along to.

“It reminded me of the song you just recorded. Y’know, the sort of lo-fi ballad type of deal? Maybe Venti was ahead of his time, that song would do great nowadays.”

“Are you saying Venti is better than me?”

You blink. “When did I say that?”

“You implied it.”

“Did I? Well, I like both your vocals. I think the whole group’s vocals are really nice. Some of the younger ones could use some polish, but that can be fixed with practice and experience.”

Xiao looks down. You shuffle your feet awkwardly before turning around to continue your work.

“Do you think I sound good?”

“Hmm? Of course I do. Your voice is unique in that you can sing in basically any type of music. You have a very versatile tone, you can practically sing in any genre and sound like a natural.” You’re probably rambling a bit, so you stop yourself before you go too far.

“I don’t think you should doubt yourself, Xiao. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I’m not doubting myself.” He shoots you a glance, “I just wanted your opinion.”

“Really? Is my opinion that important to you?” You ask jokingly. 

“Of course it is.” He goes back to scrolling on his phone. “I don’t really care how anybody else sees me. If you were to hate me, I’d hate myself too."

Kazuha

You’re more familiar with him than the others. You saw him around as a trainee in the building for a couple years and actually talked to him before he debuted.

You’re more than sure he’s going to get popular. His love of writing and poetry and his unique vocals are sure to capture the hearts of many. His soft demeanor would also make fans swoon after him for sure.

So you aren’t at all surprised when you scroll through the 6reeze announcement post on Instagram and the comments about Kazuha all have them freaking out over the exact things you knew he’d be popular for. 

“He’s so cute!!!! His voice is so soothing to listen to even when he’s not singing too…”

“OMG I LOVE HOW HIS HOBBY IS WRITING AND POEMS I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY WHERE I WOULD SEE A KINDRED SPIRIT IN THE IDOL INDUSTRY”

“His cheeks look so squishy I want to hold him gently in my palms…..”

“See? They love you, Kazuha, look!”

He doesn’t have to, but you show him anyway. He skims over them quickly before drinking half his water bottle. He pants lightly with sweat on his brow. You fan him with your 6reeze official merch fan, and he grins in response.

“I’m glad to see people appreciating my efforts. I never thought the day would come.”

“Are you kidding? You were born for stardom, so don’t let me down, ok?”

You raise your fist up in the air, letting him knock it with his own. His break ends and you start to get ready to go to your team too. 

Kazuha thinks back to your words often and he swells with pride. Ah, he’s so happy to see you smile at his progress…! Jean calls him over and he snaps out of it, walking over to the rest of the group.

Heizou elbows Kazuha, watching as his face focuses more at what Jean was saying.

“Hey, man, what’s got you in lala land? You weren’t paying attention to anything Jean was saying just now.”

Kazuha rubs his torso, glaring lightly at him. He thinks back to his conversation with you and blushes. He covers his face with his hand and turns away so Heizou couldn’t see how red his face was from talking to you.

“It’s nothing. Just a bit more motivated now.”

Heizou hums, not at all believing what he was saying.

“If you say so.”

Kazuha goes on to practice till his part is near perfect. His arms are sore and his legs ache, but he’ll do anything to get you to praise him again.

He looks over his individual and group recordings for the 6th time that evening. He notes down mentally how he could improve.

He goes through his nightly routine. Before going to sleep, he checks the same post you showed him earlier that day.

He reads through the comments again. He’s glad for all the positive feedback about him. He smiles at all the comments that compliment him and the rest of the group.

But they will never know how or why he started working as hard as he does now. 

He remembers how you first approached him as a trainee, awkwardly making conversation. He remembers how he was ready to quit right then and there. He was so tired of all the expectations the company wanted from him that he could never seem to achieve. 

“But, y’know, I think you’ll make it big someday.”

He tilts his head towards you. He remembers where you were and how you looked. He was sitting against the wall and you were leaning back on a chair nearby. You were wearing a green Snoopy tee and baggy jeans. 

“I mean, I’ve seen you working harder than anyone here. If you don’t make it into a group one day, I’ll still be cheering for you. Kazuha, right?”

He remembers exactly how you encouraged him and how you said his name.

Kazuha turns off his phone and turns onto his back. He closes his eyes, still remembering your bright eyes.

Hearing his phone vibrate, he picks it up again to see a notification saying you posted. He unlocks his phone to see what it was about.

He smiles gently, liking it on his personal account. He exits the app and goes back to his camera gallery, just to look at his collection of pictures of you.

It’s nothing that would invade your privacy that much, it’s only you going around your daily life. His light grin juxtaposes how he was literally stalking you, but he gets a pass because he’s cute.

He scrolls through his favorite pictures of you, most of which is you being completely unaware of his actions. It gives him a rush of adrenaline to see you doing the most mundane things, imagining himself with you in those scenarios.

“Ah, how cute…”

He loves how your smile leans more to the left, how your brows furrow together in the middle when you focus, how you show a beauty mark on the back of your ear when you turn away from him.

One day, he’ll be the one rooting for you. Your insecurities on his shoulders, he’ll take care of you from this cruel world.

“Wait for me, (Y/n).”

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Kuni wasn’t always an idol, in fact he was part of another entertainment industry as a whole.

He started out in films, stealing the hearts of many as a character he’s played. 

You vaguely remember how the internet exploded when he sang a song for the OST of a drama he was a part of. His voice sounded young, naive, hopeful as he gave one of the best performances you saw in cinematic history.

In short, he was multitalented in both acting and singing.

While his dancing was still amateurish, his acrobatic skills carried over form acting into pulling the craziest stunts on stage. You swear he’s flying from how long he’s in the air.

“Hello, you can call me Scaramouche! It’s nice to be working with all of you!”

He greeted your team with such a kind smile. They all say their hellos and greetings back, his smile never fading.

But that day, you had to stay back and fix some new found issues that you wanted to get out of the way quickly. New idols to work with means new issues to be fixed.

You down the rest of your Americano, cringing at the bitterness. You check your phone for the time and it reads… 10:32 pm.

You really didn’t think fixing all these problems would take this long, but you should have seen it coming. 

Maybe you should procrastinate just a bit. It’s not like you skimp out on work than often anyways, you could use some help.

Turning off the lights and locking all the important equipment, you exit the building with the intent to buy some warmer coffee than the room temperature one you finished just now.

Rounding a corner, you rammed face first into a person you didn’t see.

“Ow, fuck, sorry about that-”

“Watch where you’re going, worm.”

You pause and hold your poor cheek. Your brain reloads before you nearly snap and punch this asshole’s nose in.

“Listen here, bastard-”

As the figure turns around, you stop in your tracks and see a very pretty, familiar face.

“I don’t have time for you. Fuck off.”

Woah. If the public were to see what their beloved idol was saying, the scandal that would arise would be bigger than his attitude towards you right now. 

He probably realizes that in the moment too, because he immediately backtracks on what he said.

“Oh it’s you- ugh, great, now I’m jeopardized before I can even start a new career.”

You blink. His usual face that brimmed with confidence was now one of tired defeat. It was jarring seeing the same face from earlier look so gloom.

You should probably say something, but what could you say? Anything to comfort him would probably end up really badly, he doesn’t seem like the person to take that kindly.

“Who said I would snitch?”

You blurted that out without thinking. Oops, now he’s turning around and giving you the nastiest look you’ve ever seen on such a pretty face.

“What, like you’d keep this a secret? Don’t make me laugh, of course you’re going to tell someone.”

“I mean, snitches get stitches. And no bitches.” You tell him like a mother telling her child a lesson, “Honestly, I don’t gain anything from this. Besides, you’re too pretty to just give up like that.”

Maybe you’re more tired than you thought. That last part you only meant to say to yourself, but you end up making the poor guy red as hell.

“Wha-What the hell did you just say? Weirdo.”

Woah, this guy’s neck was turning a really red color! Maybe you could…

“Oh, oops, I didn’t mean to let that out. But I mean it. Plus you said it yourself, it’s too early for you to just stop being an idol now that you’ve only just started.” 

You bring your hand to your chin and smirk, “If it means I can keep seeing your beautiful face, I wouldn’t mind keeping your real personality a secret.”

You get exactly what you want when you see him turn around, face and ears tomato red. You hide a grin behind your hand, trying to keep in your giggles.

“Ugh, whatever, talking to someone like you is going to make me even more irritated. Good riddance.”

It seems Princess Mononoke taught you the valuable lesson of calling someone pretty in dangerous situations. You should compliment him more often to see how he reacts.

“Hi, Scara! I like your eyeliner today, care to teach me how you do it so neatly?”

“Wow, your hair looks so nice like that! You should do it more often.”

“What kind of gloss do you use? Your lips always look so soft.”

You made sure he heard that last one. You’d stare at his lips twitched into a strained smile, trying his best to not slap you on the spot. Damn, teasing him was more fun than you thought.

He’d break character every once in a while to slap your arm, but you were usually laughing while his face was red so no one ever gave it much thought.

It’s only then he retaliated, guns blazing, did you start to regret it.

“The gloss I usually use is strawberry flavored, and I would share some with you but I left it at home today.” He smirked as you covered your face with your hand. He leaned in closer and watched you take a step back, “Care to have a taste?”

Shit.

This game of chicken lasts basically forever. It’s not until he realizes he genuinely likes you does your relationship start to change.

“Xiao, why’d you get that tattoo on your arm?”

You poke at his bicep, leaning forward to see the smaller details. He angles his arm so he could see it himself.

“It’s a sort of promise between my friends. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you about it later.”

With that, Scaramouche touches his own tattoo on his nape. Would you care about the story of his tattoo?

It’s not until he realizes how much attention you give to the other 6reeze boys than him. The only times you talk to him are usually to tease him or to talk about certain businesses you needed him for.

But how could he start a normal conversation with him now? At this point all you two were doing was playing chicken without either of you admitting anything about the other.

“Just be honest, Kuni!” Venti advises, “You won’t get anywhere if you don’t say anything. Communication is key in any relationship!”

Stupid leader, that’s the last thing Scaramouche needed. He had already shown you parts of his real self, how much more did he have to show?

He decides the next time you approach him, he’d tell you… somehow that he wanted to get to know you better.

“Scaraaa, are you going for a more natural look today? You don’t have your usual-”

“I like you.”

Huh.

“I like you so much it hurts my chest whenever you talk to Venti. It hurts my head when you get too close to Kazuha. It hurts my body when you push me away and cling to Shikanoin.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your throat feels stuffed, you can’t get anything out. Scara is basically holding you against the wall. You feel suffocated as he rests his arm above your shoulder. His eyes almost glow in the dark, hauntingly enchanting.

“So stop hurting me by being selfish. If you really did find my true self beautiful, you’d be more attentive to my needs, worm.”

Heizou

Baby of the group. Small. Evil. Will steal your snacks.

Apparently he was also a trainee alongside Kazuha, but you’ve never seen him around. Honestly, you have no reason to believe he’s lying, so you shrug and go on with your life.

If Venti was being mischievous, then Heizou was the biggest enabler of his endeavors. While he never did anything too insane, Jean would still scold him for not stopping Venti when he went out to grab a martini from his favorite bar.

“Shikanoin, why do you never stop Venti from doing all the weird things he does?”

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You always see Venti going off with an “I’m going to Diluc’s!” and Heizou will always wave with a “Have fun! Bring some for me while you’re at it.”

“Well, before I am a friend I am an enabler.” You deadpan as he rewatches his individual practice, “It’s fun to see what my dear leader will bring back.”

“That’s… it?”

“What more reason do I need? Sometimes you need something fun in your life to keep things interesting.”

He’s certainly a character. His intro post had him appear a bit more serious and straightforward, but he seemed to only keep his “straightforward” part of his character consistent.

You like to rewatch the 6reeze intro post from time to time just to remember how the boys are actually supposed to act. Venti and his iconic “Ehe~,” Kazuha’s soft voice emanating a boyish tone, Scaramouche’s somewhat cocky attitude. The only one that diverges a lot would be Shikanoin’s.

He seemed more laid back than the intro post made him to be. Although still an intellectual, he’s more than happy to cause a bit of trouble for especially you. You still aren’t sure why.

“He made me troubleshoot his mic twice today. Twice!”

“Ehe, really? It seemed like he was just trying to get on your nerves.”

Venti sips his water as you sigh loudly. You were slowly learning idols were more trouble than they were worth.

“But why? I’m too stupid to understand the logic of a guy like that.”

Venti exhales after drinking his water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up to stretch his arms above his head.

“Maybe the boy has an itty bitty crush on you? Personally, I think it’s quite adorable that he thinks he can steal you away from me.”

“Venti, you…” 

Venti laughs in your face at the warmth spreading across your face. You might not see it, but Venti could tell how your ears betrayed you.

Unbeknownst to you, Venti peaked behind you to see a young maroon haired idol casting him a particularly nasty glare. He winks and sticks his tongue out in typical Scaramouche fashion, making Heizou clench his water bottle until it’s basically flattened.

“Aww, don’t be like that Dove! Anyways, love to stay and chat, but a certain Kuni caught on to the fact that I made another edit of his face so I need to hide until Jean catches me!”

And off he goes. You huff, running a hand over your face and closing your eyes. When you open them, you're startled to find the youngest member of 6reeze right in front of you.

“Archons, Shikanoin, you scared the hell out of me!”

As you get up from your chair, Heizou stands behind you.

“What did Venti tell you?”

You check the time before shoving your phone into your back pocket.

“It’s nothing, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I will worry about it if he’s telling you things he shouldn’t.”

He crosses his arms at you. You awkwardly shrug, you honestly don’t know how to say it without embarrassing him.

“Really, it’s nothing serious, Shikanoin. Besides, I think he was just trying to get to you.”

“In that case, he won’t get mad if I respond in turn right?”

He tugs you forward, your noses barely a centimeter apart. You stop breathing and tense up, feeling his breath hit your face.

“I can’t be faulted if I get defensive about what he said about me, right?”

.

~OMAKE~

You scroll through your phone, going past all the edits of the boys you came to work and care for. One particular one makes you pause to read it. It’s one of those imagines you see about old boy bands from the early 2010s, those wackass weird ones that you think are parody but are so serious. 

You take the time to read through it:

IMAGINE

Venti throwing a grape at you with a playfull smile. You decide to throw one back at him, but you miss so he starts laughing at you. You get so upset that you throw the entire plate at him, knocking him unconscious.

You pause, reading it over a couple times and laughing harder each time. You click on the account to see whether this person was either a masterful troll or a 12 year old that actually wrote this genuinely.

And when you see the “(yes this is parody who in their right mind would find this hot)” in their bio, you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. You’re so glad you decided to ditch your tea today, otherwise you’d probably throw up from laughing so hard.

You click on their most recent post, breathing uneven as you put a hand over your mouth to keep your giggles from spilling out.

Imagine:

xiao crawling inside your ear. you tell him to stop but he is in there

You let out a laugh that sounds more like a bird squawking. Your face feels so hot and you can feel the bile rising from your throat. 

“Um, (Y/N), are you okay?” 

Aether looks at you concerned, probably because at some point you fell out of your chair rather loudly. You feel drool at the corner of your mouth and you wipe it with your sleeve. Aether offers his hand towards you and you grab it. 

You propel yourself up and lean against the wall, still giggling. You probably look drunk and insane, but you can’t get what you just read out of your head. 

“Ehehe, sorry Aether, I’m f-fine. I just found some-something funny while internet scrolling, don’t worry about it-hrnk…”

The blonde idol watches as you bent over to laugh. 

“If you say so… What’d you find that got you laughing like a psycho?”

You take a deep breath in before turning to him, “Do you really want to know?”

You see in your peripheral that he nods, so you tap onto the account again and show him one of the imagines you found about the whole group.

*IMAGINE*

imagine seeing the 6reeze tour bus and you run toward it but they run over you and you die. And when they bury you they dance on your grave.

You watch as Aether’s face scrunching up more and more in confusion and start laughing again, doubling over in laughter. 

“What’s so funny, (Y/N)?”

Heizou turns the corner to see Aether holding your phone in mass confusion and you on the wall losing your mind. 

Aether notices him and gives him a weird smile, giving your phone back to you.

“Hey there, Heizou. Don’t worry about it too much, it’s nothing that needs your focus. In fact I think it would be better for you not to see.”

Heizou pouts and crosses his arms, very much acting like a child, “Well now you’ve got my full attention. Show me, dear (Y/N).”

“Of course, Shikanoin, anything for you!”

Imagine:

Having to bail Scaramouche out of jail because he stole kale smoothies

You laugh at his reaction louder than you did Aether’s, and you hear another voice from around the same corner Heizou came from.

“Dove? What’s happening over here?”

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #11: Symphonie Fantastique

Madness has taken hold at the Maidchen court. What always comes across as so easy here, is a real challenge, which unfortunately also takes its toll. I now have a real coffee problem by now, so I sometimes have heart palpitations at night. Then there's the incredible time pressure to present you with something cool that has to be ready in less than 24 hours.

If anyone asks why we're sitting in a three-person cell in a asylum by November, tell them it's because of absinthe, reading too much Lautréamont and hysteria. Please.

And that brings us right back to today's topic. Yesterday we escalated. Really. So much so that one girl is hoarse and the other is on the verge of tinnitus. Additionaly, one of our speakers died due to the volume and overdrive. Here you can listen a true masterpiece by Maidchen standards. We had to stop in between, because of laughing over and over, again and again. Both while writing and during the recording itself. Even while cutting. And even more so when the neighbor simply started practicing the tuba for unknown reasons. I didn't even know he had a tuba. It must be new. Totally surreal. But luckily, he didn't call the police on us. And you wouldn't believe how many takes we “indulged” in. (There were 26. 26!) I hope we can convey these moments of pure joy. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO GET THE VIBE! ;)

The reason for this was our contribution for today, Berlioz “Symphonie Fantastique” aka probably the creepiest piece of classical music that has ever existed. And thank you so much, @franzliszt-official for giving us this opportunity.

So, here’s our plot summary:

We really always wanted to write something about this masterpiece of brainf***, but unfortunately we didn't have the right idea - and you see: With a gun to your head, even the muse must speed up. Let’s see how far we can go with this. The plot of the symphony - just like the story before and after it - is so obscure that it has become a kind of running gag for us. Life (and art) can't write better stories. Never ever. And before I tell you the whole story, if you don't know it yet: there's a wonderful YouTube video with a short summary that I highly recommend you watch (the whole channel is amazing!!!). WTF, Berlioz, really, WTF.

Oh well, it's still about Liszt. Liszt was a huge fan (Really, Franz. I love you, but why? WHY?) of this symphony, just like Wagner (but nobody here give a shit about Richard‘s opinion anyway)  Franz may not have been directly involved in the creation of the “Symphonie Fantastique”, but his piano transcription and his interpretations made a significant contribution to this work becoming one of the most important works of Romantic music. Liszt made it accessible to a wider audience, interpreted it and developed it further, thus having a lasting influence on music history.

That's why we originally wanted to deal with the “Dies Irae” theme, but let's be honest… everything stinks against the main story.

And then there is the “Idée fixe”, the central theme of Berlioz's symphony, the beloved, who appears again and again musically as a motif and ultimately drives him mad. You could also apply this to the Maidchen. Fun fact: 97% of all our lyrics have a hidden hint to Franz. Sometimes so well that Lacelove doesn't even notice ;) Whoever finds them all: Get in touch. You'll get an exclusive shirt and your own song written. I promise.

Oh, dearest, dearest love, you surely will never know that I’m gonna write to you A symphony of love  in just one night Oh, dearest, dearest love, I only dream of you and in my longing I wish you were here Oh, dearest, dearest love, Where have you gone? You dance with a hundred others You erase me from your mind Oh, dearest, dearest love, Fate is not fair My sky, full of violins But my heart, it's so heavy So heavy I try to forget you On noble pastures The shepherds who soothed me Make their songs known But then I see you before me With a smile like a sword You belong to someone else now You're...not worth it That's why I'm whistling opium now And will just kill you. DIEEEE! DIIEEEEE! OH GOD! JUST DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE God alone knows, I will be judged for everything I have done and none of the heavenly angels will weep at my grave And so I see your face One last time before my face Oh, dearest, dearest love Why don't you save me? Oh, dearest, dearest love then it comes back to me You spawn of hell You are the queen of the witches. ORGIES! DAMN ORGIEEEEEEES! OH GOD! ORRRRRGIIIIIESSSS! Oh, dearest, dearest dearest, will you be angry with me? I invite you on the day of the premiere To find out Oh, dearest, dearest love then you'll be my wife Otherwise I'll threaten you with my own s*i*ide You know that very well IF YOU DON'T MARRY ME, I'LL K*** MYSELF! I'LL K**** MYSELF! AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!!! YAAAAAAAAA! And then, she actually married him.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Halloween (chapter 1)

Book: Open Heart

Chapter: 1/7

Pairing: Multi (Bryce Lahela x Jensen Valentine (MC), Jensen Valentine x Original Characters)

Characters: Jensen Valentine, Bryce Lahela, Aliyah (OC), Aurora Emery

Rating: Teen

Words: 1266

Summary: A collection of moments throughout Jensen's life, focused on his struggles and accomplishments because of and, more importantly, despite the one relationship he can't seem to let go of. Inspired by Halloween by Noah Kahan.

A/N: This is the most future-based part of the fic, and it actually addresses some hcs I haven't mentioned publicly yet. As I post more chapters, they will go in reverse chronological order, and the relationship in reference will become more clear

Lyrics:

But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in

And the bridges have long since been burnt

The ash of the home that I started the fire in

It starts to return to the Earth.

The snow pummeled into the ground, large clusters of snowflakes settling on his shoulders and hair. Jensen tucked one of his gloved hands into his pocket as he hurried inside. 

He caught the door with his elbow, greeted by the familiar smell of alcohol disinfectant and lemon cleaner. Patients and doctors milled about the lobby as he headed for the elevators. After a few floors, the doors slid open, the floor relatively empty save for a few nurses chatting around the small station just off from the elevators. 

“Aw, Valentine, d’you get us something?” one of them—Samara—asked with a grin. He glanced down to the takeout bag in his hand she was referencing. 

Continuing down the hall, he replied, “Nope, sorry. Just Bryce and I today.”

“Wow, favoritism, I see how it is,” she said with a sarcastic eye roll, Jensen giving her a quick smile before continuing towards the diagnostics office. 

The lights flickered on to a steady, fluorescent glow, Jensen dropping his pile of things onto the center table. The others had coats, bags, and charts spread out here and there, most with patients or out for lunch themselves.

Checking his watch proved that Bryce was five minutes late. He gave him until he pulled their food out of the bag, spreading the takeout boxes across two adjacent seats before pulling his phone out of his pocket. In the time it took him to type out something and press send, the door gently creaked behind him. 

“Hey, sorry,” Bryce said, giving his waist a quick squeeze before unceremoniously flopping into one of the chairs, the force sending it back enough that Jensen had to pull him closer.

“You’re lucky I didn’t lock you out and eat it for you,” Jensen said with a quick wave to the food in front of him, taking a seat in his own chair. “M’fucking starving.” He was already shoveling crab rangoon into his mouth, ignoring the steam coming off of it.

“I can tell,” Bryce offered with an exaggeratedly judgemental look. Jensen kicked his chair, sending him rolling away once again. Laughing, Bryce scooted himself back to the table.

He got a grand total of three bites in before he was telling Jensen about his surgery from that morning. Jensen was happy to see him excited about it, especially knowing how slow it had been with mostly post-op check-ins and consults for the last couple days. 

By the time they were both nearly done, Jensen had his feet propped on Bryce’s lap, head resting on his arm over the back of the chair as he listened to Bryce talk about his schedule for the next couple weeks. He happily nodded and offered input where necessary, but, as per usual, he was content just listening to Bryce talk, turning off his brain for the first time all day.

The only thing that stopped Bryce was his pager going off, Jensen giving him a sigh and a look as if it was his fault. Bryce smiled and started to clean up just as the door opened again.

“I think my face is still frozen,” Des said as they approached, wrapped up in winter gear from head to toe. 

“Not quite Florida, is it?” Jensen asked, receiving a glare in return. Des had only moved up a few months ago, but they were settling into the team just fine. Maybe not the weather, but definitely the team.

“Okay, I’m not saying this on record, by the way,” Bryce said, stopping at the large glass wall of windows, “But honestly it is pretty with the snow.”

Jensen shook his head as he walked over next to him, tossing the empty containers in the trash. “Wow, really? It’s almost like I’ve been telling you that since we were in Boston,” he replied, entirely deadpan.

Bryce gave him a mocking expression, Jensen smiling as he followed his gaze out to the icy Lake Michigan, snow piled up along the edge of the water. Chicago winter could keep even the most dedicated runners inside, a notable lack of movement outside. The trees and ground were white, but the walkway along the water was twinkling with festive lights, entirely lit when night fell.

Bryce gave him a quick smile before scooting past, giving Des a wave before heading off.

“Oh, Tara told me to invite you guys to the Tavern tonight, by the way. We’re going pretty late, but if you get time you should stop over for a drink,” Des said as they arranged their things at their seat.

“We’ve got plans tonight, thanks though.”

“Shit, you literally said you had dinner plans, right? I forgot.”

Jensen nodded and waved it off before grabbing a few charts from the desk, thumbing past a few pages. He collected the necessary things before heading off to grab some results for their most recent case.

The midwestern-based diagnostics division had been his most dedicated project for the past four years. Doing split time for the first two was hell, so many flights and so many nights away from home, one he nor Bryce really enjoyed. But, now, he was content. They were content. Him, Bryce, Barry, and Corn all comfortably settled into a downtown apartment, able to enjoy the bustling city nightlife, events, and opportunities.

Jensen met Bryce at home later that night, Aliyah already comfortably settled in the kitchen awaiting his arrival. Corn didn’t even bother to greet him, too worried about the potential of a chip falling off the counter from the bowl Liyah and Bryce were both picking at.

Bryce greeted him with a smile and a quick kiss to the cheek, Jensen giving Corn a look. “At least someone missed me,” he said. 

“She just likes me more,” Liyah said with a smile, Jensen rolling his eyes and shedding his many winter layers on the way to the bedroom. 

On his way back, he scooped Barry out from under the bed, holding him up in the air as he meowed in protest. Bryce was happy to give Barry shit for nothing in particular with him, Jensen finally dropping him into his arms, carrying him like a baby towards the living room.

Their couch was dark green, adjacent to their tête-à-tête sofa. The room was doused in cool yet natural colors, light boxes keeping it bright despite the early winter darkness. Their Christmas tree in the corner brought some warmth to the room with yellow lights and a messy mix of ornament types. Out the main windows was the familiar sight of a glittering Chicago night, lights scattered throughout the surrounding apartment buildings and shimmering against the falling snow. 

Jensen set Barry onto the cat tower overlooking the street, watching him settle in before returning to the kitchen.

The door opened before he could get there, Aurora and her partner, Z, both entering with dishes of food. Jensen was quick to help them, setting out the food along the dining room table with the dish Aliyah had brought, as well as the filler he and Bryce covered.

It was part of their monthly routine, one dinner where they get together and all make something different. The rest of the night was spent talking and drinking and lounging around in the living room after dessert. And they could do it comfortably. With nice furniture, and with plenty of space for everyone, and no worry of cost or rent or food or just fucking surviving. He was comfortable, with the people he cared the most about, and doing what he loved. And that was all that mattered.

tagging: @jerzwriter @cariantha @kyra75 @gutsfics @inlocusmads @choicesficwriterscreations

[pardonmydelays]

fav lyrics from carnaval del barrio?

i love this one so much... honestly, seeing it live in theatre changed my life. that was the moment... my favourite lyrics (once again, not easy to pick just three because it's such a long song):

my mom is dominican-cuban, my dad is from chile & p.r. which means... i'm chile-domini-curican... but i always say i'm from queens! - the delivery of this one, IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE!

vanessa, don't pretend that usnavi's your friend, we all know that he loooooooooove you.../now that you mention that sexual tension is easy to see!/yo, this is bogus!/haven't you notice you get all your coffee for free? - you gotta love this one i also want all my coffee for free usnavi pls marry me

yo yo yo! now now, everyone gather round, sit down, listen, i got an announcement, wow, it involves large amounts, it's somewhere in the range of ninety six thousand! atencion, i'm closing shop, sonny, grab everybody a soda-pop! yo, grab a bottle, kiss it up to god, cause abuela claudia just won the lotto! ABUELA CLAUDIA WON THE LOTTO, WE'RE BOOKING A FLIGHT TO D.R. TOMORROW!!!!! - i hope you can see me rapping this one while i'm typing-

ALZA LA BANDERA (...) - this entire moment is just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

everything changes today, usnavi's on his way, off to a better place, LOOK AT VANESSA'S FACE! - no because it always makes me laugh

hold up, wait a minute, usnavi's leaving us for the dominican republic? & benny went & stole the girl that i'm in love with? she was my babysitter first! - i love sonny, ok?

maybe you're right sonny, call in the coroners, maybe we're powerless, a corner full of foreigners, maybe this neighbourhood's changing forever, maybe tonight is our last night together, hOwEvA, how do you want to face it? do you wanna waste it, when the end is so close you can taste it? y'all could cry with your head in the sand, i'm a fly this flag that i got in my hand! - idk i can't decide i love this one so much AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

from puerto rico to santo domingo, wherever we go, we rep our people & the beat go - i broke so many rules already shit i can't stop typing

vanessa, forget about what could've been, dance with me one last night in the hood again!/WEPA! - ok, i'm gonna stop right here

bonus: i'm just gonna give you the reunion concert video cause this is already too long lol

[jennay]

Breakfast with Jamie

Request: Reader makes Jamie breakfast with 4+7 Fluff.

It's cold; why are you so cold? You softly groan, not wanting to open your eyes. You feel around the bed searching for covers, but none are near. 

Jamie. The worst cover thief.

"Babe," You cuddle close to his side and pull the corner of the blanket, attempting to cover yourself, but Jamie doesn't budge. "Jamie," You whine.

Jamie mumbles and protests, not letting go of his tight grip. You give up and roll to the other side of the bed; kicking your legs over the side, you wipe your tired eyes and decide you'll get up for the day.

You reach the end of the bed where Jamie's shirt from last night rests, slipping it easily over your head. You let your messy hair flow down your shoulders, not bothering to run a brush through it.

Coffee. You needed coffee.

Entering the kitchen, you walk straight to the coffee pot and turn it on. Jamie would appreciate it when he woke up, and your brain would enjoy it now.

You scroll through your phone, searching for something to listen to. You decide it's a morning for pop music. You needed to dance your way into a cheerful mood. 

You were going to make your famous pancakes with bacon and eggs. It would be your thank you to Jamie for a fun night and for letting you stay with him. A smile drapes your lips when memories of last night run through your mind. Jamie's naked body pressed against yours; how he praised your body...

Focus. You laugh to yourself. Don't burn the food. You shake your hips side to side as you start singing the lyrics that blare through your phone's speaker. "I can buy myself flowers..." You flip a pancake and sing, "Write my name in the sand,

talk to myself for hours." You hum to the parts that you don't remember. "Yeah, I can love me better than you can."

You shake the pan allowing the pancake to drop on a plate. You freeze when you hear laughter behind you. Turning around, you freeze as your eyes meet Jamie's tired ones, "How long have you been standing there?" You laugh, slightly embarrassed. 

"A while. Don't stop because of me." He walks toward you with his famous toothy grin plastered on his face. He wraps his lanky arms around you. "Is that my shirt?" 

You nod your head against his collarbone. "Sorry, but you ripped mine off, and I'm not sure where the pieces are." You pull out of his grasp. "Also, I've told you this before, but you are the worst blanket hog I've ever met." 

He chuckles and proceeds to the counter to pour coffee for himself. "Well, love, I can't control what I do in my sleep." He stops like he's in deep thought. "By the way. You don't need to buy yourself flowers or hold your own hand. I think I've got that covered. Wouldn't you say so?"

Rolling your eyes, you dish up a plate for Jamie and hand it to him. Jamie was right, you're singing a song like you are a free woman, but you haven't exactly been single for the last three months. "Just let me sing my songs." You laugh.

You join him at the table. His eyes close when he takes his first bite. You smile at his reaction to your food. Before he takes another bite he glances at you for a quick second, "I never pegged you for a Miley fan. What else don't I know about you?" He teases.

You shrug your shoulders, "Well, I guess you'll have to stick around and find out. I'm full of surprises, trust me." You teasingly wink at him.

His mouth nearly drops to the table, "Maybe you should call off work today." 

You lean back in your chair and cross your arms over your chest, "I guess I can do that, but you owe me a new shirt."

Don't forget to like, comment, and share! Hope you enjoy.

[pianocat939]

Because I'm struggling to write this Slasher request, have this while I work on it.

I'm putting both English and Korean lyrics, only because why not.

For those of you who have no clue who's Danielston III, he's an alter of Donnie from my crackfic.

Tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, MC's ankle is restrained, tranquillizing, kidnapping, fake identity

Drunk-Dazed by Enhypen - Yandere Danielston III

Beautiful and brilliant. My glittering vision is a diamond. 아름답고 황홀해. 반짝이는 내 각막은 다이아몬드.

Danielston III roams the market's streets, squinting his eyes at the festival's bright lights. Such a crowd for a holiday about mining uranium.

In a world with no rules. Everything's been turned upside down. 규칙 없는 세계는. 전부 뒤집혀 뒤집혀 서있어.

It's nice knowing that he can walk through these paths without a single person noticing with this commoner clothing on. Then again, few people know what he looks like.

Turning up the party, now. My feet up in the sky, wow. Turning up the party, now. 하늘엔 내 발이, wow

The people seem to get louder every second, a crescendo of intensity. Danielston walks faster, wishing to exit the noisy area and opt for a more tranquil one.

People going ha, ha, high. Ringing in my ears is la la, loud. 사람들은 ha ha, high. 내 귓속에는 la la, loud.

The laughing and chatting seem to only get more annoying, burning into his ears: it's agonizing.

It's blinding, baby. His light, shining. 눈부셔, baby. 이 조명, shining.

But there it was. The reason he came to this torturous event in the first place; is to lay his eyes on the one he admires once more. His obsession, it poisons his heart.

We're in love with this carnival. We're in love with this carnival.

His mind is plagued by them completely. He's utterly swallowed by these dark thoughts.

Honestly, I'm scared. The world's drunk in a swirling glass. At the edge is my burning heart. 사실 무서워 난. 출렁이는 잔속 이 취한 세계. 그 끝엔 목이 타는 내 맘.

It's not the first time this has happened. Oh no, this has been going on for years. He's always been terrified of his feelings. But...

But I just wanna stay. But I just wanna stay.

He's never tried to get rid of them.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He loves watching them, staring at them for hours. Oh but he especially adores listening to them. Their voice could lull him to sleep on restless nights.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He wants to eternally be encompassed by them. He wants to run after it and capture it for himself.

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

He can't stop it. He doesn't want to stop it.

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Fangs glowing red. Can't control my body, dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도. 붉은빛 송곳니도.

And yet today, he can't seem to control his own body. He wants to take them home, and take them to the palace.

Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

And maybe he will, tonight: right at this very moment.

Mmm, call me out from across the line. Everything changes, everything crumbles. Mmm 경계선을 넘어 날 불러 날. 모든 것이 바뀌어, 모두 무너져.

They call out to him, holding a bag full of items they've bought: happy with the products they found. A complete contrast to his dark demeanour.

I reach past the locked door. Pain welcomes me, a feast of thirst. 잠긴 문 너머 손 뻗어 난. 고통이 날 반겨, 갈증의 향연.

He smiles and heads in their direction, his heart burning with hunger. He wants affection, he wants to indulge himself in their kindness.

Honestly, I'm scared. My reflection in the mirror is unfamiliar. The pitiful truth behind this mask. 사실 두려워 난. 거울 속의 내가 낯설기만 해. 이 가면 뒤 초라한 진실.

Why are his feelings so powerful? He doesn't usually act like this, even the times he's met you before. Is his cold behaviour finally breaking?

But I never escape. But I never escape.

Maybe it's a sign to give in: that he shouldn't hide his feelings anymore.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He greets them, plastering a façade. He acts normally as the demons of his mind reminisce the same thoughts over and over.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He grips the tube of glass laying in his pocket, eager to be used.

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

Their so nice to him, sweeter than the cakes he engorges himself on at the palace.

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도.

Ugh, the fact they're so unaware of his intentions, piercing an evil thought into his mind. They don't see the killer swirling around them.

Fangs glowing red. Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 붉은빛 송곳니도. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

His hand suddenly jolts outside his coat pocket, holding the tube of liquid. The needle attached to the barrel stabs into their neck, enabling the drug to flow through.

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Light that’s been given to me. Flames of a torch, ah. 나에게 주어진 그 빛. 성화의 불길 ah.

He walks into a chamber, his formal attire fluttering behind him. He eagerly skips to a person sitting on a bench, grinning with delight.

'Till I own it, I'ma ride. 주인이 될 때까지 I'ma ride.

Thank goodness his plan was a success! Otherwise he would have to do something drastic.

I feel it, my head's in a daze, daze, daze. I'm addicted, I replay, play, play. 느껴져, 내 머린 daze, daze, daze. 중독에 빠져 replay, play, play.

He stands in front of them, a lovesick look adorned in his eyes. His foot briefly clinks the chain attached to their ankle.

The way you want it. Go as far as you can to reach it. 원함 원하는 대로. 갈 때까지 가봐 go.

He made the perfect decision. Taking them home to his palace is such a delight!

Trapped in the carnival, wow, wow. My heart's again in a daze, daze, daze. 나를 가둔 carnival, wow, wow. Daze, daze, daze.

"My sweet, aren't you excited? You get to see what the king looks like!"

Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. This sweet scent. Can't control my body dance, dance, dance. 달콤한 이 향기도.

He blabbers on even more. The love he's retained for so long seeps through. "I can't wait to show you the inventions I've made! I haven't been able to show you because of well...This royalty situation."

Fangs glowing red. Revel in it, this carnival, wow, wow. 붉은빛 송곳니도. 즐겨봐, 이 carnival, wow, wow.

The room is cold, just like his heart. But their body is so warm, like his mind.

I wake myself up. Burn my heart. 난 나를 깨워. 심장을 태워.

He pauses and takes their face in his hands. Odd for someone who revolts by physical touch of any sort. He smiles warmly, his stare softening.

Fill my dreams oh oh. I wake myself up. Burn my heart. 내 꿈을 채워 oh oh. 난 나를 깨워.

"You were always so lovely. You disregarded the fact I am a monster."

Fill my dreams oh oh. 심장을 태워 내 꿈을 채워 oh oh.

His mouth briefly ghosts their forehead, silently stating that they can never escape his wrath.

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THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT HIGHLIGHTING EVERY GODDAMN LINE IS WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH.

Anyway, I hope this will keep you guys fed while I TRY to get this Slasher request up and going.

If you couldn’t tell, I love Danielston III so much.

- Celina

[snwusberry]

ʚ road trip ɞ - yoon jeonghan

pairing: est. jeonghan x reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): allusions to there being conflict in the relationship, eating, food

wc: 917

ʚ reader pov ɞ

there are shoes flying everywhere, clothes laying all over the floor and an open bag placed almost perfectly in the middle of the mess.

our luggage is everywhere but in the bag and the growing mess is only making me grow more annoyed.

jeonghan has been walking back and forth in from our bedroom to the bathroom for the past five minutes while i've been trying to get my skincare done.

there's products scattered all over the bathroom counter causing some things to fall as i rummage through the mess, trying to find what i'm looking for.

a true nightmare.

"jeonghan, can you please pass me that?" i request when he walks back into the bathroom, pointing at the towel draped over the shower door.

he sighs before handing it to me and walks back out.

once i'm done getting ready, i walk to the room to see that he's made some progress with packing.

you see, we planned to go on a little retreat out of town together for the week which we have to drive to today, only thing is, we haven't packed yet and we have to meet up with the counselor at a certain time at the resort.

"you go finish getting ready, i'll continue packing." i offer and ge nods before walking off.

it's gonna be a long ass day.

"BABE!!" i hear jeonghan yell from the bathroom, i pause for a little bit, looking in out the door to make sure i heard right before he calls for me again.

i run to the bathroom and see him looking around in frustration.

"what's going on?"

"i can't find my hairband." he sulks.

"you wore it last night, where did you leave it?" i asked and he just shrugged.

i stop, spotting a hair tie on his wrist.

"just tie your hair if it's gonna be a problem."

"i wanted to wear my favorite hair band though."

i sigh, a small smile creeping onto my face as i reach for his hand, taking the hair tie off. he just silently looks at me while i do my thing.

i grab the hair brush and walk behind him, ready to do his hair.

we make eye contact through the mirror and i see him just looking at me endearingly with a soft smile on his face. i smile back at him because it's hard not to.

"why are you looking at me like that?" i ask him and he just shrugs.

"no reason."

i continue doing his hair smiling slightly at myself.

i'll forever love this man no matter what. even in this slightly awkward time in our relationship and regardless of everything that's gone down within these passed three months. none of that can change how much i love him.

once i'm done, we finish packing everything and head out.

"are you sure we have everything?" he asks and i confirm. "keys?"

"yes, i have the keys right here. let's go."

i'm driving while jeonghan handles the radio. we have lizzo playing, screaming the lyrics just having a good time when i feel my stomach rumble.

"hannie." i sheepishly call him, getting his attention. he turns the volume down to hear me better looking at me with slight concern.

"what's wrong?"

"remember how we said no stops?"

"yeah."

"i'm hungry."

"what to do with you... are we near any gas station stops?" he asks, looking around as if we haven't been surrounded by nothingness for like 35km now.

"gps?"

"no reception."

"ain't that lovely." i state sarcastically making jeonghan laugh

we finally got to a rest stop where we bought tons of snacks and got food from the restaurant.

i sigh in relief after finishing my food. while jeonghan gives me an amused look.

"why do you keep staring at me, you creep?"

"can't i just admire you? i got so lucky with a partner like you, let me appreciate that."

if he doesn't stop.

"not in the public like this." i tell him, covering my mouth as if he said something scandalous.

"why not?" he chuckles.

"there are people listening."

"let them. come on, let's go."

i let out a yawn, standing up and jeonghan notices.

"should i drive?"

"please do."

"alright, let's get going."

we put the things in the car, following suit, getting situated to continue our road trip.

"you all buckled up?" jeonghan teases and i roll my eyes.

"i'm not five." i protest.

"you act five."

"hey."

and he drives off.

i look at the signs and notice jeonghan completely missed the exit. i look back at him as he just nonchalantly drives.

"we not going to the resort no more?" i ask him rhetorically.

"what?"

"you missed the exit."

"shit."

he slows down, moving into the slower lane as he tries to think of something.

"there's probably another exit somewhere. we'll be fine."

"it you say so."

"baby. wake up, we've arrived." i hear jeonghan say as he shakes me awake.

i open my eyes, taking in my surroundings.

"we've arrived."

i look around, eyes finally open and see that it's getting dark.

"were late." i tell him, sleepily and he just smiles.

"only by a few hours. don't worry, i let the counselor know we'd be late."

"oh good." i smile, still half asleep.

"come on sleepy head." he helps me out, placing a kiss on my forehead as we head into the check-in office.

"i'm tired." i mumble.

"i know honey."

[chaisshitposts]

EYELASHES/🍓 ANON POPS UP RANDOMLY

Here is a little detox questions for you because you deserve it for the hard work 😔✨

1. OOOO your MBTI?

2. What's your favorite season? Like a season that makes you melt in bed 🏃🏃🏃 (only me?)

3. Favorite singer? And their favorite song?

4. ANY FUNNY SCENARIO HAPPENED THAT IS STILL IN YOUR MIND?

5. If you had the ability to posses one power, what will it be? 😗🧐

6. Do fishes have thirst for water 🧍

(yes that last one was random and had me thinking nonstop like wtf do fishes drink water orrr-)

ANYWAYS LOVE U AND TAKE CARE, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD

aw :( ty 🍓 !!! you're v sweet, these are some fun lil' questions :D ya should tell me yer own answers if ya get the chance, I'm curious !!!

1- I honestly have no idea 😭 I took the test a couple times before bc I kept forgetting cause all those letters are hard to remember and I still don't remember!!! heh im sorry 👉👈

2- melt in bed... that sounds so funny 💀 I'm a fan of winter!!!!!! I love the chrimuth decorations and the cold weather bc I like to get all warm and toasty, plus I like to wear the sweaters I crochet/knit throughout the year

3- favorite singer... That's a hard one indeed 🤔 I listen to all types of music that makes my brain go brrr especially music with lots and lots of bass, I think my favorite type has to be hard metal screamo rap music simply because headbangin' is somethin' I do to stim when I'm overwhelmed with hefty emotions. 🧍 my favorite song that I'm currently hyperfixatin' on though is 'I love you hoe' by odetari & 9lives, I don't care for the lyrics but I really enjoy the 'spacey' feelin' I get when I listen to it... Kinda like that one song where people had this belief that it made people do their homework faster I think it was somethin' like... 'i can run faster with no wind resistance' or something, but the beat was so wiggly I have to find that song again... I JUST LOOKED IT UP-- the song is literally called 'no wind resistance' holy shit 😭

4- sigh... for some reason, I can't keep myself from laughin' when I hear someone pourin' liquid??? I used to have a thermos (I need to buy a new one) that I would fill with hot black/green tea and then whenever id pour the tea into the lil' cup I would giggle hysterically like some crazy person 😭 I think it's hereditary however, cause this morning I was drinkin' coffee near my mom and I have a tendency to 'slurp' from my mug and she kept gigglin' when I would slurp from it 😭 she also laughs when things are poured. the autism is strong in the family ngl. I even laughed RN at the memory of pourin' a cup of tea ._.

5- oh ya already know I'm gonna have my mailtda powers manifested soon 🧍 I'm talkin' telepathy, spell castin', teleportation, levitation, all that shit, but I do not want the ability to mind read bc that does not sound fun. hmm... pyrokinesis could be fun too

6- you'll have to ask 🐠 anon for that one 💀 bUt!!! I did learn a terrible fact today about dolphins! did y'know that dolphins terrorize pufferfish so that they can get high off the chemical that the pufferfish release in defense of predators? they throw the pufferfish around with the use of their teeth and stuff, tossin' them up and around, even above water, and then they like know when they need to stop gettin' high before the chemicals become lethal. there's enough poison in one pufferfish to kill 30 human adults but dolphins just love gettin' fuckin' HIGH!

im sorry for the ramblin' but if there's one thing to be told about me... I talk way too fuckin' much despite bein' an ambivert with a heavy lean towards bein' an introvert 🧍