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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years ago

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Pt. 8

Guerin had curled up on her couch with a beer, playing music and scrolling through her social media and texting HEET, assuring them that she was unhurt and cheerful. Seyoon had texted her that he was on his way and she expected him any moment. She messaged him the code to her door so she didn't need to get up to greet him. It was late and she had just started to doze when she heard the beeps of her keypad. Straightening up and blinking her eyes open she saw Seyoon come in, this time looking showered and stylish. Rubbing her eyes she smiled, the gestured for him to join her on the couch.

He was relieved to see her so relaxed and smiled broadly as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag on the floor. Making his way over he sat next to her and cuddled up as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his.

"Hi handsome." She said, kissing the top of his head affectionately. He wiggled against her, taking one of her hands, raising it to his mouth and kissing her knuckles before peering up at her.

"Sorry you had to wait up for me." He said, seeing her doze work it's way out of her system.

"You're working hard. Besides, I understand your hours. Today was just exhausting." She patted him.

He sat up and looked at her expectantly, not saying anything. She smiled, sitting up too to ruffle his hair, "I am actually really okay mostly. When it happened..." she grimaced and he took her hand again encouraging her to continue, "It was scary, seeing Charlie get caught in the crossfire like that. I wanted to fight whoever would hurt her like that. But it was just a kid."

"I thought you were pretty cool." He smiled, leaning into her slightly.

"Fortunately that seems to be the general consensus. Han Jisoo says that most of the feedback is in my favor, and with the court case wrapping up I can be reinstated as HEET's manager soon." She grinned.

"Noona! That's great!" He pulled her up into him for a big hug making her laugh. She enjoyed them holding each other before speaking again.

"It was kind of a scary moment to realize someone had been following us and filming." She said seriously. Seyoon leaned back to look at her and she pulled away, still facing him, finger tracing abstract patterns on her own knee absentmindedly. "Jisoo reminded me I'll have to get used to it." Guerin added, one corner of her mouth turning up in a forced smile.

Seyoon hesitated, licking his lips nervously before responding, "You don't... -have- to."

Her head shot up surprised, looking at him like he was crazy, "What?"

"You know." He said quietly not wanting to say it again. She stared at him incredulously, before getting swept up in impulse. Leaning in she stopped just short of his lips, wondering for a moment if it was the right time. Wow finished the thought for her, covering the rest of the distance between them. Their kisses before this had mostly been cute and chaste, this was different. She had been moved by his gesture, reminding her in spite of his own desires that she didn't need to struggle in that particular aspect. The thought hadn't occurred to her, and her heart dismissed the option as she had looked into his eyes. Her physical reaction was purely instinctual, as was his. Her hands went to his torso as their kiss deepened, then moved to cling to his back as he pulled her closer against him, into his lap. One hand migrated to his head, fingers entangling in his hair as she pulled him gently back moving lower to kiss his neck, pushing him with her body until he lay back on her couch under her. His eyes closed and he bit his lip as her hands continued wandering down his chest, feeling his hard lines.

She forced herself to pause, sitting up and looking at the stunning man under her. He opened his eyes, lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply and grinned at her sheepish expression.

"I guess that's my way of saying I want to learn to get used to it." She laughed, running her hands through her own disheveled hair, embarrassed.

"I don't think I got the message. Let me check again." He said, sitting up abruptly and reversing their positions on the couch.

"Hmmm, speak up would you?" She said, reaching up and pulling him toward her.

The sun was setting as Guerin waited by the corner she and Seyoon had agreed to meet at. Perpetually early she was taking her time watching the clouds, the color of the sky change, and the crepuscular birds swooping through the sky catching their dinner. Her lip tint today was a dark burgundy that completed her black outfit highlighted with a trendy tan long coat.

A wild magpie swooped down and landed on a fence near her which made her grin, "Hello Kacchi. Did you get your fill?" Guerin greeted the bird and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

"Did I keep you waiting so long you needed to make friends with birds?" Seyoon asked, approaching suddenly while she was distracted.

She glanced up at him then refocused on her picture, still smiling, "I'll always talk to anything." She pocketed her phone and turned to him, "But you'll see for yourself soon enough I guess."

They hesitated, not sure how to greet in public. After a beat Seyoon gestured the direction he wanted to go and stepped next to her as they began walking. She bumped against him playfully and he smiled at her as the awkward moment passed.

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously.

"Hongdae has some history for me, and you said you liked it too. I thought we could watch some busking, do some shopping, find something to eat." He trailed off with a shrug, "There's a lot to do."

"I love watching busking!" Guerin said excitedly, "When I first moved here I'd spend so many weekends coming to Hongdae just for busking."

"It's how A.C.E started." Seyoon mused, "We'd do dance performances and post on youtube."

"You've really come so far. You should be proud of yourselves, you worked hard." Guerin said, patting his head. As they walked into Hongdae proper the streets became more crowded. They stopped at a few shops, perusing clothes or jewelry. Seyoon had several times found the ugliest most ill fitting article of clothing and pretended to convince Guerin it would be perfect for him, insisting he could pull off anything. Unfortunately for him she began encouraging him to buy the items he chose so he had to make up reasons that he couldn't. In one the buttons had been stitched on with the wrong pattern and that was unlucky for singers. One pair of brightly colored pants that Guerin actually loved but they didnt have enough orange once he looked close enough. They went into a small arcade where Guerin displayed an incredible ability to be unusually terrible at crane games. Seyoon tried the claw machine as well, but before using it he pretended to plug in and communicate with it while Guerin giggled at his strange beeping sounds. He somehow managed to win a small cat plushie on the first try which he immediately handed to her.

"Because you suck so bad. Otherwise you'll never get a prize from here." He said, then dodged her with a laugh as she raised her hand threateningly before laughing herself.

A couple of times Seyoon was recognized and Guerin waited patiently off to the side while he greeted choice and took selfies with them. She had been nervous this would happen but the most rude a fan had been to her was to ignore her completely. Most of the others greeted both of them politely. The previous night Seyoon and Guerin had talked about what they would do if fans recognized them, so it was a relief to see it working out so well.

"Your fans are so lovely." Guerin said, as Seyoon rejoined her.

"Our Choice are the best." He grinned proudly.

Once they had reached the buskers Seyoon bought them a Tanghulu to share. Both of them had the habit of bopping along gently to the music as it played, and Guerin would sometimes sing along under her breath. There was a particularly sweet voiced singer that did a cover of HEET's debut song that she got excited about and left a hefty tip for, and she did the same for a dance group that did the choreography for Undercover. The performers recognized Wow and he chatted with them after the show to offer encouragement.

Guerin's heart was full from the evenings and encounters they had. As the night drew on Seyoon mentioned being hungry and Guerin dropped everything so the two of them could eat. They found a small hole in the wall restaurant that wasn't too crowded to order some chicken and beer.

Once their order had been placed Seyoon went through one of his bags, pulling out a small white cardboard box and pushing it across the table to Guerin.

"What's this?" She asked in surprise.

"A present. Open it." He sat back and smiled, watching her.

A silver star stud earring with a behind the lobe chain drop that ended with another star that Guerin had admired but ultimately decided wasn't worth the cost, and a dainty silver chain choker with a star in the center to match were nestled on the cotton pad inside.

"Seyoonie!" She gasped, pulling them out and admiring them, "Thank you, oh... wow." She absentmindedly exclaimed his nickname. He grinned wider at her reaction. "This is so much, you didnt need to do this."

He shrugged, "I thought it would make you happy."

"They're amazing, thank you." She was already reaching up to switch out one of her current earrings for the new one. Seyoon abandoned his seat across from her and moved onto the booth next to her, to help her fasten the choker. She turned to him, smiling and batting her eyes as she put up a peace sign. "How do I look?"

He reached for the dangly star, caressing it softly before making eye contact with her as he answered. "Perfect."

Her breath hitched in her throat as her stomach clenched and she bit her lip before she broke eye contact and looked straight ahead. She couldnt help but smile at the awkward private sensation she had gotten in a public environment. Through her peripheral vision she could see Seyoon still watching her as she got a grip on herself. Tentatively she reached for his hand resting on his thigh under the table, touching his pinky with hers delicately. He didn't hesitate to turn his hand and intertwine their fingers, resting their hands together back on his thigh. His leg muscles against the back of her hand distracted her until the food arrived and the two had to let go.

After they finished eating they continued wandering through shops. Guerin and Seyoon took turns sneaking physical contact with each other when no one was around or looking. Leaving a shoe store Seyoon suddenly took Guerins hand and pulled her into an empty narrow alleyway between two buildings. Holding her face he pulled her to him and kissed her. Despite being taken by surprise it didnt take her long to return the kiss, fingers holding onto the front of his shirt. They broke apart and Guerin looked around quickly to ensure no one had snuck up on them and met his gaze again. Pushing against him slightly she chastised him unconvincingly, "Seyoon-ah, that was risky."

"I couldn't fight gravity anymore." He wrapped his arms around her for a hug, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling against her cutely.

"Mmm, yeah gravity can be a bitch..." she leaned against him, matching his affectionate embrace, "Do you want to... head to my place maybe?" She suggested lightly, "We can have a pajama party, watch a movie..." she trailed off leaving the rest up to interpretation for their future selves.

Seyoon nodded pulling away, "I need to stop by the dorm first."

They moved together to the main road where Seyoon hailed a cab.

"Come up with me. Everyone is out tonight." Seyoon said as the cab pulled up to his dorm.

"Won't that look bad...?" Guerin asked hesitantly.

"It won't be long." He said, then asked the cab driver to wait for them. She got out of the cab with him and followed him upstairs to the door.

"This looks nice." She said as he typed in their code.

"We got upgraded a couple months ago." He said, then opened the door for the both of them. She took off her shoes and meandered into the living room, debating for a moment whether she should follow him to his bedroom before she heard a scream and exclamations.

She moved quickly to the hall to see Seyoon standing outside a door, holding it closed with his back to it and looking shocked. "What happened?" Guerin asked. Seyoon looked at her, eyes wide and he let out a shell shocked laugh.

From inside the room she heard Jun's voice, "Hyung go away!"

"I need clothes." He responded sensibly.

"Come back later!" This time it was Charlie's voice.

"Charlie?" Guerin called out. Charlie groaned in embarrassment, "Charlie we have a cab running, Seyoonie just needs to get some clothes and we can go."

"Aaahhh... okay...." Jun sounded very disappointed. There was rustling as they moved around in the room while Guerin and Seyoon tried not to laugh audibly. The pair managed to calm themselves enough to look innocuous as the door opened and Charlie hustled out past Guerin to the living room. Seyoon peeked into the room again then disappeared inside. Guerin followed after her friend. She found Charlie sitting on the couch her face in her hands.

"Heeeyyyy..." Guerin hovered in front of her, the laughter threatening to come back, making the corners of her lips twitch. Charlie peered up at her friend from between her fingers, clearly blushing. As soon as they made eye contact they both began giggling, Guerin collapsed next to Charlie on the couch as they tried to keep it quiet.

"Oh my goooood I can't believe your shitty timinggg." Charlie said in english as they caught their breath.

"What did Wow walk in on exactly?" Guerin whispered curiously, keeping the conversation in English.

"We were in our underwear, I was straddling Jun." Charlie whispered, covering her face again, "thank god my back was to him."

"Oh geez that's nothing! I thought maybe." Guerin wiggled her eyebrows, "You know."

Charlie sighed, "I was kinda hoping we'd be getting there tonight."

"We'll be out of your hair soon and you can get restarted." Guerin offered a high five that Charlie half heartedly met.

Jun chose the next moment to come into the living room with a blank expression that looked like he was trying to internalize this latest trauma of his life. "Hello. Welcome." He said dispassionately not quite making eye contact.

"Hello Jun." Guerin slipped back into Korean. She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She kept struggling with finding something to say that wasn't teasing since he already seemed close to breaking. Jun sat on the other side of Charlie, casually moving a pillow over his lap and hugging it. Guerin almost lost it but turned away in time.

"I'll go check on Seyoon." She coughed, standing up and hurrying to the shared bedroom. Before she reached the far door, she passed an open door to an office. She paused curiously, it looked like a combination music and art studio. She stopped completely as she looked at some of the art on the walls.

"You can go in." Seyoon said suddenly. He had come out of the bedroom with a small bag and saw her looking.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry." She felt embarrassed being caught in a mini snoop, "I just saw the paintings and..." she gestured unsure of the Korean words to express how they had captured her interest.

"It's our studio. We opted to have three people in the biggest room and use this one for creating." Seyoon explained, walking over and waving her inside. She took the invitation, stepping in carefully. The artwork wasn't always conventional and required interpretation, while some were simple and straightforward.

"Did you do these?" She asked. Guerin had done some homework on A.C.E when she had learned they would be promoting around the same time as HEET and remembered learning that Wow was very artistic. He nodded, looking at the pictures too.

"These are amazing, Kim Seyoon." She murmured. He looked at her as she unexpectedly used his full name. Guerin moved to the art desk to see a painting still on it.

The words "A.C.E" and "Choice" had been written in Korean, stylized as two figures. The Choice figure was walking in the lead, holding the hand of the A.C.E figure and holding a lamp with the yellow word "sarang" lighting the way. The darkness around the figures were more stylized words, eerily spelled out with jagged edges, dripping colors or washed out watercolors. Words like "doubt", "fear" and "failure".

"I finished that today." Seyoon stepped up next to her.

"It's beautiful. Meaningful and simple." She looked up at him, "This is for your fans right? The project you and Jun are working on?"

"This and a song. We finished recording it yesterday." He nodded. She moved in front of him and draped her arms over his shoulders. Instinctively his arms went to her waist.

"You're amazing, you know that?" She said, impressed with her boyfriend.

"I've been told." He said with a sassy tone.

She rolled her eyes but couldnt help but smile. Pulling away from him she patted his butt playfully as she walked past him. "Let's go." He wiggled after her happily as they left the office. They said goodbye to Jun and Charlie and went down to the still waiting cab. As it pulled away she saw three familiar figures as the rest of A.C.E walked up to the building their dorm was in.

"Oh no." Guerin pointed them out as Seyoon laughed. She texted her friend a warning hoping that she saw it before they resumed activities.

They opted to shower (separately) and go through their nightly skin care routines before settling in for a movie. Seyoon showered first and came out with his pajamas fully buttoned which Guerin found herself almost disappointed by. When she joked about it Seyoon offered to start undoing buttons but she rushed into the bathroom to avoid being distracted. After her turn she found Seyoon in the living room.

"Noona, you're not going to finish drying your hair?" He asked.

"No. It's short enough it'll dry on its own." Guerin only ever towel dried her hair enough to stop it from dripping before moving on with her life.

"You'll get sick! Come here." He motioned in front of him.

She went along with it and sat on the floor but not before saying, "You know thats not real right? It's not scientific."

He shook his head and grabbed the towel he had used for his hair, gently drying Guerin's. [It might be an old wives tale, but I could get used to this...] she closed her eyes, enjoying feeling his legs behind her and his hands in her hair. Until he started making odd patterns, moving her head around unnecessarily and making sound effects. She tried not to smile as she dropped her head backwards into his lap looking up at him.

"Seyoonie..." she said pretending to be stern. He leaned forward, kissed her forehead then dropped the towel on her face.

She jumped up and pushed him on the couch as they both laughed, he allowed himself to be pushed to the side and she lightly slapped his butt twice, "You are too much!" She laughed, pushing on his arm again.

"Noonaaaa!" He said in a suggestive tone, still grinning he bit his lip looking up and her and wiggled his rear end. Her mouth dropped in surprise and she inhaled suddenly before it felt like she couldn't remember how to breath. Covering her mouth with her hands she sat back on the couch and moaned.

"Seyoon-ah you're going to kill me."

He giggled and offered her a wink and finger hearts which got her giggling again. She fanned herself, shaking her head before standing and walking toward the kitchen, "Do you want some popcorn for the movie?"

"Mm." He grunted a yes, watching her in the kitchen as she started the microwave before getting up and joining her. He stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. "This spot was made for me." He stated, rubbing his head against hers. Guerin leaned her head against his and they stood enjoying the embrace as she ran her fingers up and down his arms.

"Babe," She used the English word out of habit, "would you get the popcorn bowl." She saw the microwave countdown nearing zero and pointed to the appropriate cabinet. He unwillingly let go but did as she asked, getting the bowl down while the popcorn beeped ready. He turned it upside down and put it on his head before trundling back chanting "Babe." In English over and over again. She looked up at him and froze as he reached out to her. She pursed her lips trying not to laugh and let him sneak a peck on the lips before she snorted once with laughter.

"Why are you like this?" She laughed as he grinned and took the bowl off his head. She took her turn to kiss him, overwhelmed by how cute she found him before refocusing on dumping the popcorn into the bowl.

The rest of the night was spent watching a movie as they cuddled up closer and closer.

"I should go home." Seyoon said, stretching and then pulling Guerin, who had tried to sit up, back into him. She laughed and allowed it.

"You could stay." Guerin offered.

"Do you have extra pillows for the couch?" He asked.

"If you want the couch sure. But you could also come to bed with me." She murmured sleepily into his chest. He froze under her and she realized how that might sound, sitting up quickly.

"I meant, like. Just sleeping I didnt mean. I mean, I want to but, I want it to- I mean it's probably too soon for you and I get that so, like, I just meant-" She was interrupted by Seyoon putting a finger to her lips as he stretched again and sat up, replacing his finger with his lips. Guerin didn't take long to shift gears with him, opening her mouth with his as the kiss deepened and their tongues met. He helped her shift to lay back as he held himself above her with one hand. He used his free hand to guide her hands to his buttons, before reaching to the hem of her long shirt she wore as pajamas. He reached under the material, touching her skin tentatively. She interrupted her important job of undoing his buttons long enough to shuck her shirt off. Their lips met again, running his fingers all along her body. Once she had finished with his shirt she pushed it down from his shoulders. He sat up long enough to take it off completely and he caught her expression as she admired him.

"I know. I'm a snack." He used her slang from the previous week. Guerin's laugh was interrupted as he lowered himself to her neck, throat and clavicle. His hand brushed the fabric of her bra causing her to inhale with expectation, but instead he migrated back up, kissed her lips a few times teasingly and sat back again.

"We should go to sleep." He smiled darkly at her, knowing exactly what he had started. Hopping up he grabbed their shirts and trotted off to the bedroom leaving her behind in shock.

"Yah! You punk!" She finally recovered and chased after him.

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lgbtyrus · 6 years ago

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TJ’s Playlist Chapter 6

Story Summary: When Cyrus finds a playlist on TJ’s desktop full of old love songs, he realizes that TJ has never been a scary basketball guy but rather a huge sap. TJ just wished Cyrus could realize that all of those songs remind him of a certain boy who likes chocolate chocolate chip muffins without telling him directly.

With insecurities and fears almost set in stone, it’s hard for TJ to admit that he has a heart aching crush on Cyrus who is trying to avoid just that. Of course, it doesn’t seem like both of them are trying to get over each other when they’re always together.

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Warning: angst, they cuss now

Cyrus found himself still lying awake in his dark room. His blanket had been thrown to the side, and he was sweating. He made his way to his restroom, and when he was washing his hands, he looked up at his mirror. He looked exhausted. He had told TJ goodnight and his intentions were to fall asleep right away like he had for the last few years. It was a gift Andi and Buffy always told him that they envied.

Only he couldn’t.

He kept thinking about his conversation with Buffy and wondered if there was anything that they had done that made her ask that question. What had put the idea in her head?

The only thing that drove him crazier was that he couldn’t get the idea out of his head. When had put the polaroid of him and TJ in his journal, he doodled a heart on the side without thinking. He quickly turned it into a shaded in circle and shut his journal.

He didn’t want to like TJ. He couldn’t like TJ. He didn’t want to be feeling all those butterflies and how his cheeks managed to feel hotter around him even though it was already 90 degrees outside. TJ was the human version of the sun to him, and it was getting harder to look at him. Cyrus couldn’t help but notice the few freckles that dotted his nose. Green was becoming a prettier color to him, and he didn’t want to know if it was because that was the color of TJ’s eyes. Their height difference was becoming a lot more noticeable to him, too. Thinking about their height difference killed him. It was when he wondered if he’d have to stand on his tippy toes to kiss him.

He would do absolutely anything to stop thinking about TJ.

Only it was getting harder.

It was kind of starting to hurt, too. It was the same longing he felt in his chest when he saw Jonah. His obstacle from being with Jonah was Andi and the probable fact that Jonah didn’t like boys. His obstacle with being TJ was simply that he didn’t like boys- making it easier to lose their friendship. If Jonah had found out, he was probably going to say “oh sorry” and then proceed to still be friends with him because of the Good Hair Crew.

If TJ found out, Cyrus had already built 22 different scenarios of it going horribly wrong. Only one of them included a “Sorry, Cyrus. I don’t like guys. But let’s still be friends.” Only, they didn’t ever speak again after that. Cyrus felt like he was driving himself mad thinking of it.

Cyrus made his way back into his room and threw himself at his bed. He hadn’t checked the time in a while, so he unplugged his phone from the charger on his bedside table. He let out a sigh as he realized it was 2:02AM. He felt curse. He had never stayed up for no reason, not even when he liked Iris or Jonah. If anything, he wanted to go to sleep to avoid the fact that he didn’t like kissing Iris as cool as she was. He wanted to fall asleep so that he could dream of another world where Jonah liked him.

But now all he could do is stay away and live in the world where TJ Kippen didn’t like him.

Cyrus shut his eyes once more, his phone gripped in his hand. He tried to fall asleep, and he knew it wasn't working. He slightly picked his head up and slammed it back down repeatedly on his pillow, hoping it'd be enough to take him out. It didn't work.

He began thinking about TJ again as he gave up and lay there. He thought about how he was actually putting in a lot more effort into his math. It made him smile.

Then he remembered.

Cyrus: Hey TJ r u awake?

In less than a minute, there was a response on his phone.

TJ: Yes but u shouldnt be

Cyrus: i can't sleep

TJ: why not?

Because of you!

Cyrus: honestly im not sure. i just have a lot of things running through my mind

You.

TJ: Do you want to talk about it?

Cyrus: I don't think so. I don't even know y i texted u in the first place tbh. sorry

TJ: youre good. i dont fall asleep until like 4am

Cyrus: oh man thats too late kgfdjgfdg

TJ: lmao i didnt think youd ever fall asleep past 10

Cyrus: i never do. i have a strict need for at least 7 hrs of sleep or ill die

TJ: looks like ur gonna die

Cyrus: please release a white dove at my funeral. make it two so it won't be lonely. Im being honest rn. im chugging a gallon of coffee tomorrow i swear. how do u do it everyday

TJ: I don't have a choice most of the time lmao. i just deal with it and let it slowly try to kill me

Cyrus: so u havent died bc you're a vampire?

TJ: u can say that. Hey can I call you instead? Im lazy

Cyrus: ye

“No,” Cyrus groaned. Hearing his voice was going to make everything feel worse. His phone started buzzing and he quickly answered it. He had never been happier about having soundproof walls. He didn’t want his parents asking what he was doing up so late talking to TJ.

“Hey,” TJ mumbled. Cyrus thought his sleepy voice was going to knock him out cold right then and right there.

“Hey, vampire,” Cyrus teased, making TJ chuckled in response.

“You sound awfully happy.”

“I’d be happier if I was asleep but I guess a late night conversation with my good pal TJ won’t kill me.”

“I’m starting to wonder if you really made up with Buffy,” TJ hummed. His voice was groggy yet Cyrus ate up every single one of his words. This was definitely a bad decision. “Did you?”

“I did,” Cyrus sighed. He was starting to wonder if he should tell him the real reason he couldn’t sleep. No. Then I’d have to tell him the idea of us liking each other is keeping me awake. But…. I don’t like him so it wouldn’t matter would it?

“We’re all cool right? I was wondering if she wanted to get her girl team to practice with mine.”

Cyrus grinned, “That’s actually be great. You should talk to her about it. I swear she’s not angry.”

“Why was she acting up with you then?”

“Stupid reasons. She admitted it herself. She’s scared of… something.”

“Buffy? Scared?” TJ scoffed. “Of what? Her reflection?” TJ paused and then said, “Sorry, that was mean.” Cyrus ended up laughing.

“No, it’s fine. She’s more worried you can say.”

“Of what?”

Of us falling in love, getting married, adopting kids, and living next door to her.

“Of us getting closer I guess.”

“So, she’s jealous?” TJ asked. Cyrus stopped himself for a moment. He hadn’t thought about it that way. He did make it clear he’d never pick anyone over her and Andi, though. He wouldn’t.

“Well we cleared it up, so I don’t think so.”

“Did she,” TJ hummed for a moment, “say anything else?” Cyrus raised an eyebrow. Did TJ know something else?

“Why are you asking?”

“Um…. Just curious.”

“You sure?”

“Well,” TJ added hesitantly. “I don’t know. I guess Amber and Buffy talked.”

“Buffy and Amber? Like my Buffy?”

“No, Buffy Summers. Yes, your Buffy,” TJ chuckled. “I guess that Amber showed her that photo where we both fell asleep and um,” TJ’s voice got lower, “I think that’s why she started acting up. Acting up is the right phrase to use but it’s 2AM. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cyrus barely managed to say. His heart was beating fast and he was filling up with dread. Did TJ know exactly what Buffy was thinking?

“But did she say anything weird?” TJ asked again. Cyrus realized there were only 22 ways this could go wrong, and then chances of triggering one wasn’t that high. He was also half asleep and his “fuck it” senses were quite activated.

“By weird do you mean her asking me a million times about the idea of us dating?” Cyrus quickly spit out, hoping TJ might miss the word ‘dating’. There was a moment of complete silence for almost twenty seconds. Cyrus palms were feeling sweaty, so he put his phone on speaker and lay it on the pillow next to him.

“Yeah, that,” TJ finally said. “I think it was because of Amber, to be honest.”

“I mean everything makes sense, now,” Cyrus replied. “I was getting worried about some dumb stuff. I think that’s why I couldn’t sleep.” He felt a lot more relieved. So he and TJ hasn’t done something that made it seem like they had “more than friends” intentions. It was just a conversation between Buffy and Amber that sparked something in Buffy.

“So you do know why you can’t sleep,” TJ told him, discarding the dating topic.

“Well, kind of. I mean Buffy and I actually fought over this. We never fight.”

“Just because her and Amber conspired that we liked each other?” TJ scoffed. “They do know that will never happen right?” Those words seemed to chew right through Cyrus’ heart strings.

“Yeah… yeah,” Cyrus cleared his throat. “I mean we fixed it. She realized she was being dumb. She admitted it, too.”

“Did she apologize?”

“No. I don’t expect her to. It’s Buffy.”

“It’s Buffy isn’t a good excuse, Underdog. If I drain the blood out of a kindergartner, nobody is going to say, ‘Well, it’s just TJ.’ Are they?”

“One, they’re totally different. Two, one of them is completely unrealistic.” He wished TJ wasn’t so blunt sometimes. It made him come face to face with the feelings and thoughts he always shoved in the back of his head.

“Buffy apologizing every once in a while shouldn’t be unrealistic.”

“Well,” Cyrus sighed. “I don’t feel like she owes me an apology, okay?”

“If you’re comfortable with lying to yourself, sure.”

“I’m so comfortable with lying to myself, I’d convince myself that I love myself.”

“Self-deprecating humor, huh. Nice”

“Thanks. It’s a specialty. My brain is full of it.”

“That’s nice. My brain is full of useless facts.”

“Like what?”

“Like a cat named Stubbs was the mayor of Alaska from 1997 until his death.

“TJ, I know I don’t cuss, but literally. What the fuck,” Cyrus softly chuckled, causing TJ to erupt with laughter. Cyrus rarely heard TJ laugh like this, but it was music to his ears. He really did hate the way TJ made him feel like he was floating on the clouds. He was starting to get sleepy now.

“I can’t remember how to do long division, but I honestly can remember the dumbest things,” TJ said, starting to mumble again. “Hey, Underdog. Have you started reading The Giver yet?”

“No,” Cyrus yawned. “We don’t need to be up to chapter five until Friday.”

“Want me to read it to you until you fall asleep? You sound like you’re going to pass out any minute now.”

“But then I won’t remember where I was before I fell asleep,” Cyrus moaned.

“Don’t argue. I’m already getting my book,” TJ told him. Cyrus could hear TJ shuffling around the bedroom. “Alright. Chapter one…” TJ read to him for what felt twenty minutes before he couldn’t remember anything but the lightness of dream.

And now the purple dusk of twilight time

Steals across the meadows of my heart

TJ was in the middle of chapter two when he heard light snoring. He smiled and whispered, “Goodnight, Underdog.” He hung up the phone and set the book back inside of his backpack before shutting off the lights. He went back under his covers and checked his phone for the time. It was 3AM, and he could hear the distant yet familiar arguing from downstairs. He had blocked it out for almost an hour thanks to Cyrus and Lois Lowry. TJ put the sides of the pillows to cover his ears and closed his eyes.

He knew time had passed when his eyes blasted open at the sound of a door slamming shut. The front door downstairs. He then registered the soft crying. Amber’s crying. He sat straight up and saw that Amber was at the end of his bed, her back against the wall.

“Amber?” TJ rubbed his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Dad left,” she whispered. TJ stopped moving. Was he hearing wrong?

High up in the sky the little stars climb

Always reminding me that we're apart

You wander down the lane and far away

Leaving me a song that will not die

“What?”

“Dad left. I heard them fighting in the bedroom like twenty minutes ago and he was packing his stuff,” she covered her face as she started to bawl. TJ lowered his hand and crawled over and put his arm around her. Amber shared a wall with their parents. TJ at least had the guest room in between which spared him a lot. Amber had always had it the worst.

“He’ll come back,” TJ whispered, his eyes starting to burn with tears. “He’ll come back.” Amber kept crying, her sobs eventually turning into wails. All TJ could do was sit there and hug her. He hadn’t even checked what time it was. He didn’t know if Amber had fallen asleep. It was getting hazy and everything felt a million times heavier. Amber’s sobs would die down and then increase suddenly, and he failed at trying not to cry. The only thing he heard was crying and the cars that would pass by in the streets. There was a ghostly silence emitting from the entire house. “He has to come back.”

Amber fell asleep after a long while, but TJ stayed wide awake. He gently laid her down before positioning himself next to his window. He was sitting with his back flat on his poster-covered wall, his eyes switching between watching Amber sleep and staring at the photos on his ceiling. He couldn’t really see them. It was still dark outside, and he didn’t know what he was waiting for. As soon as the sun beams started burst through the window and hit his bedsheets, he knew. He reached out a hand and let the light beam of sunshine hit his hand. There were striped shadows from the blinds wrapping around his skin. He let out a half-smile before closing his eyes. Everything will work out the way it’s meant to be he told himself. His GG always said that the rising sun meant a new era. He knew he wasn’t lying because the day he died, the sunrise turned the skies orange. It was his GG’s favorite color.

The music of the years gone by.

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend

The lonely nights

Dreaming of a song

The melody

Haunts my reverie

And I am once again with you

TJ laid down next to Amber and closed his eyes, almost immediately falling asleep. It didn’t feel like he had slept for more than a few minutes, but it was 6:30AM when he woke up to Amber turning off his alarm clock. He hadn’t even covered himself with the blankets, and he was cold. Amber stood up with her hands wrapped around herself as she shivered.

“Get ready, okay?” she told him, her teeth chattering. She looked horrible, and TJ knew he did, too. He simply nodded his head, and she made her way out of his room. He didn’t want to get up. He was exhausted and drained. It was a different type of tired where everything felt heavy and his throat felt dry. His eyes hurt every time he blinked. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the entire day. He still had work that afternoon, and he definitely could not skip right now.

He stood up anyways and got dressed. He went out into the hall and heard the sink running in the restroom. Amber was going to be a while. He went back into his room and got his hair gel from his bag and started doing his hair in there to get that over with. When he was done, he heard his phone vibrate. He reached over and smiled when he saw who it was from.

Cyrus: Good morning. I’m dead.

TJ: God I wish I were you right now

Cyrus: What time did u fall asleep??? I don’t even remember falling asleep.

TJ: u knocked out like at 3.

Cyrus: how much sleep did you get

TJ: idk like 2

Cyrus: 2 what? Hours

TJ: minutes

Cyrus: tj omg. Minutes?!!!!!

TJ: okay maybe like an hour or 2 I don’t really know.

TJ hesitated before sending the next text.

TJ: everything just sucks right now

Cyrus: hey I’m here if you need anything okay? We can talk about it over baby tators after tutoring if you’d like. My treat this time.

TJ: can’t. I have work.

Cyrus: I’ll walk you to work then. Sound good?

TJ: sounds perfect :^)

Cyrus: :o)

TJ heard the restroom door open, and he walked out to finish getting ready. Amber saw the smile on his face and raised an eyebrow, “Cyrus.” TJ shrugged, the smile not faltering. “Goofy boys,” Amber shook her head with a grin and walked back into her room.

When TJ finished getting ready, he walked down stairs to find Amber making them breakfast. He had heard their mom shuffling around in the master bedroom, so he knew she wasn’t downstairs.

“Eat up,” Amber told him as he sat down. “It’s almost seven, and I’m pretty sure we’re walking.” TJ didn’t say anything and gratefully ate the breakfast. They both ate in silence. TJ realized Amber didn’t have any makeup on and her hair was in a ponytail. He had seen himself in the mirror minutes ago, and he knew he didn’t exactly look like Prince Charming either.

They both turned to the kitchen doorway when their mom walked inside. She was still in her work uniform, and her hair was in a bun that was fall apart. Her eyes and nose were extremely red.

“I made breakfast,” Amber told her, not looking at her for longer than a second. TJ just saw her nod her head before walking to the coffee machine.

“You kids don’t have to go to school today,” she told them, her voice quiet yet rough. “I’ll call in.”

“I have to turn in an essay,” Amber quickly responded.

“Yeah,” TJ momentarily added, “I have tutoring after school.”

“Tutoring?” their mom turned to look at him. TJ sunk back a little in his seat. They had been told about his dyscalculia, but it was something they haven’t talked about in a while.

“Yeah,” TJ bit his lip. “I have it for math with a friend and Mrs. Pierson.” She simply nodded her head and went back to paying attention to the coffee machine. They were silent for the next few minutes as Amber and TJ kept eating, the clinking of dishes filling the air. Their mom watched them carefully as she drank her coffee. TJ checked his phone and told them, “I better get going.” He collected his and Amber’s dishes and placed them in the sink.

“I’ll wash them after I drop you kids off,” their mom putting her coffee on the counter. “Let me go get the keys.”

“We can walk if you want,” Amber told her delicately. She hadn’t taken them to school in ages. They called it an unnecessary waste of gas most of the time.

“No,” she shook her head. “I want to. At least today.” Neither TJ or Amber pressed the matter and just went to wait by the door. Amber’s eyes were already tearing up as they got to the door. TJ gave her a weak reassuring and smile which caused Amber to rub her eyes in an attempt of disguise. When the heard the keys rattling, Amber turned to their mom and said, “I have English second period. I might text you to pick me up.”

“I’ll be by my phone,” she said as they all walked out to the family car. TJ sat in the back seat and waited for the car to start moving. He felt ice cold even though fall had barely crept in, and it was making him want to sleep. He started considering skipping school. Mrs. Pierson would understand. Cyrus would, too. “Hey, um,” their mom gently said. “I just want you kids to know that I already talked to my boss. I’m getting shifts as I need them. I’m going to be responsible now, I swear. Nana and I talked. She’ll be on call if any of you two need anything, and I’m at work.” TJ knew Amber was crying again. It made him feel worse hearing her cry. Their mom started choking up, “Hey, I love you kids, okay? I’ve been a shitty mom lately, but we’ll get through this even if it’s just the three of us. I swear.”

He has to come back. He has to come back.

TJ was early to school; not a lot of kids had gotten dropped off. He walked into the cafeteria and got in line (it was only two kids in front of him). He was full already, but he eyed the chocolate chocolate chip muffins. He grabbed one and went back outside to sit at a picnic bench. He pulled out his phone and realized he already had a text from Cyrus.

Cyrus: hey I need to see you before class starts

TJ: im already at school sooo

Cyrus: im almost there. Where are u?

TJ: Benches by the cafeteria

TJ didn’t bother waiting for a response. He rested his head on his propped up arm and started closing his eyes. His eyelids felt so stiff, and he if tired had a taste, it was whatever parched feeling he had in his throat.

“Good morning!” Cyrus enthusiastically said, causing TJ to jump up startled.

“Hey!” TJ yelped. He quickly turned around to see if anyone had seen, but it was just kids minding their own business and Cyrus laughing. TJ smirked at Cyrus, “Proud that you scared the shit out of me?”

“Kind of, yes,” Cyrus grinned. He had two coffee shop drinks in his hands and one was half-way done. TJ assumed that’s where he got his energy. “Here,” Cyrus set the coffee in front of TJ. “I don’t know if you drink coffee, but I know you need it.”

“I’m usually an energy drink guy, but I tend to not splurge on them. Sleep is free energy,” TJ said and picked up the coffee. He studied the see-thru plastic carefully. He rarely got anything from the coffee shop. He didn’t know how to order it. Why couldn’t the sizes just be small, medium, and large?

“You’re not getting any sleep, and TJ, I mean this in the nicest way possible. You look exhausted. I’m so glad I chose today to get you this,” Cyrus gave TJ an apologetic look. TJ was half-asleep, so he just stared at Cyrus’ lips for a few seconds too long before remembering he was in a conversation.

“Uh, yeah,” TJ blinked furiously and set the coffee down, “thank you by the way. I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t,” Cyrus shook his head. TJ took a sip from the straw and immediately made a sour face.

“What is this, Underdog?” TJ smacked his lips a few times. It was super sweet at first, but he liked the aftertaste. He started drinking it again.

“I call it liquid cocaine. It’s 4 shots of expresso, and 4 pumps of white chocolate syrup over ice in a cold cup.”

“Sounds unhealthy.”

“You sleeping habits are unhealthy, TJ. You need to get more sleep.”

“Sounds fake.”

“TJ!” Cyrus whined.

“Fine, fine,” TJ rubbed his eyes. “I’ll take sleeping syrup or something.”

“Don’t abuse that stuff, though.”

“Do you want me to sleep or not?” TJ smiled, causing Cyrus to shrug.

“I guess,” Cyrus sighed. TJ felt nice for a change. Every time he realized Cyrus cared about him, it made everything feel better. Even if everything was a complete shit pile. “Hey we have time to talk if you want to tell me what’s wrong. Or we can wait until after school. If we don’t crash.” TJ looked around and bit his lip. If he didn’t make it to the end of the school day, it wasn’t going to be because of a caffeine crash. He was pretty good at hiding any emotional distress in person, but he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold this in.

“I’ll just um…,” TJ bit his lip harder.

“We’ll talk after school,” Cyrus reached his hand across the table and squeezed TJ’s free hand. TJ felt himself turning red, but he didn’t reach out to cover his nose. He put the coffee down and set the abandoned muffin right in front of Cyrus.

“It’s for you.”

The nightingale

Tells his fairytale

Of paradise, where roses grew

Though I dream in vain

In my heart it will remain

My stardust melody

The memory of love's refrain.

Next Chapter

A/N: Thank you for reading! Here’s those who asked to be tagged :) If you want to be added or removed from this list, just let me know! Also if I forget you I swear it wasn’t on purpose. I skip over things in my head sometimes.

@magicalcowboycalzonemoney @the-greatt-perhaps @thedampjofangirl@evaeselgreatest @musicalsfuckmeup @stupidlambforever

#stars writing #andi mack #tyrus #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #tjs playlist

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angelcatsiel · 4 years ago

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One of my previous high album reviews, A Flash Flood of Colour by Enter Shikari. My google search history after this one contains the search ‘is mooths a word�� bc I was CONVINCED that it was mooths and not moves

If you can enjoy more hardcore intense music then everyone should check this album out btw. It’s pretty heavy but relevant as hell even though it was released in 2012, it’s very focused on climate change and political issues

System... immediately nice on the ears exciting! little house getting angier tho im aroused by this this is SO GOOD oh fuck yeah

Meltdown oooooohhhhhhh I got chills i should have listened to this sooner fuuuuuuuuck the electric noises rub my skull its breathtaking Sssnakepit mooths so nicely thruogh my brain very lively spent entire song wondering if mooths is a word

Search Party soothing start oh quiet to angry is nice! that feels pretty good

Arguing With Thermometers booooom that filled my whole brain getting serious this scratches an itch i didnt know i had its almost too much

Stalemate oh im feeling this all very intensely soft voice. tickles very high now btw. music is all of existence it transcends the physical realm oh i feel it everywhere heartbeat very powerful

Ghandi Mate Ghandi oh god this is gonna be good i can feel the power building hooooooly shit this is so intense this is amaaaaaaazing its overwhelming oh yeah its too much oh my god this is the best thing iver ever expeirnced its ending too soon

Warm Smiles Do Not Make You Welcome Here its electrocuting my brain but plesantly heavy and like steel wire

Pack of Thieves pretty so much power! brilliance lots of physical sensations

Hello Tyrannosaurus, Meet Tyrannicide more evidence he is god very strong the deer are screaming towards the end is nice like water!

Constellations this is what you hear when you die when he goes from talking to singing is good shit its so overpowering amazing oh that was incredible

9/10. so very powerful and mind blowing and pleasant on the brain

#personal #music #ghandi mate ghandi was an experience

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megtriestowrite · 5 years ago

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When both your career and passion come together.

I used to play “teacher-teacher” way back my childhood days. Mama and Papa bought me a few sets of black board, chalks and teacher stuff to support this interest. I played along with my childhood friends who were younger than me, so of course I played the teacher role. We had our classroom in the balcony next to the streets. So when neighbors pass by they would always tease me “Oy si Teacher Meg nag klase na” (waray language: “Ah Teacher Meg is having a class already”). I always feel shy about this so I decided to move my classroom at the backdoor.

I made my own schedule from morning songs to my academic classes teaching my younger friends to add ad subtract and play spelling bee and stuff. I would even prepare their snacks and which probably made them stay and play with me. At the end of the class I would say “ok children it’s time to go home” and that’s literally their time to go home.

I remember during my Kindergarten graduation, we were asked to memorize this line “When I grow up I want to be a....” while most of my classmates said “I want to be a princess, I want to be Cinderella, I want to be a king” and etc. I was the only one who said “When I grow up I want to be a teacher”. Mama was really proud of me because she never asked me about it, she never forced me to memorize this line and she never taught me what to say. Even when I was in elementary and high school I was always happy when teachers ask me to write a paragraph page on the blackboard using the chalks. I feel happy when they ask me to put a check mark on the names of children who are present. I felt responsible when they ask me to list down children who were noisy and most of all when they ask me to check papers.

March of 2011 I had to take an entrance test at University of San Carlos. Mama and Ate Lady was with me. The office has to know what course would I take since the test will depend on it. Without any hesitations I wrote down “Bachelor in Education major in Special Education”. I did not have any idea about Special Education until one of my cousins who came to Samar for holidays was taking this course. I thought, ah, I want my course to be special and it would be more fulfilling to teach children with special needs. Unfortunately, I failed my entrance test because I was scared of the maniac examiner. I felt really down and embarrassed. On top of that, I don’t know what other course should I take. I was thinking about accountancy or nursing but it didnt feel right to me. The thought doesnt feel right to me. I’m so lucky that Mama was with me. She convinced me to go to the faculty of education and ask the Chair if she could give me a chance under probation. And she did.

I started my first year college at this prestigious university where my sister also finished her Accounting degree with flying honors. I thought, I wanted to follow her steps and the fact that she was the one supporting me financially for everything.

So, dich, if one day, by chance you get to read this: Thank you for all that you have done for me. I would not be here happily enjoying my career if without your love and support. Words are not enough to tell you how grateful I am to have you as my big sister, the most selfless person I know.

March 2015, 4 years later, I finished my degree and yes, Cumlaude! I started my first job at USC-Montessori Academy as Gavin’s shadow teacher. A shadow teacher works directly with a single child with special needs. During this year I was also studying for my license examination at the same time. Passing a teacher’s license is a big thing in the Philippines to become a legit teacher. You can only teach at a public school if you have this license. It is also a big plus if you apply in private sector.

And of course after 6 months of reviewing my 4 year studies, I was able to pass my license test. April 2016 I left my shadow teaching job upon knowing that Gavin will be moved to a mainstream set up in which he will be part of the regular classroom with special class in the afternoon. That was my first fulfillment as a teacher, that I made a change and that I made a big help to a little boy.

So, Mr & Mrs Chiu, if by chance too that you get to read this, thank you for entrusting your little boy to me 4 years ago. He may not remember me anymore but I would always remember his sweet and lovely face that always complete my weekdays.

April 2016 I started a new job as a Nursery teacher at Saint Anthony Montessori Learning Center. I handled 16 children. 10 in the morning and 6 in the afternoon with no teacher assistant. So whenever they cry and pee, I had to take care of everything. This was really a tough job plus I wasnt well compensated. So during the start of my 2nd school year here, I was already planning to leave and find a new job somewhere abroad. Because no matter what I do, I will never have a satisfying salary in the Philippines unless I improve my education background which would take me years to study and work for experience. So during that time I decided to take my certificate in Montessori at the same university where I took my bachelors. Not long before finished this study, I have decided to quit my job in the middle of the school year.

In November, after I got my certificate, I was jobless. I went back home to Samar and stayed with my parents. Enjoying the life of unemployed. I was depressed with my career, personal growth, and even my relationship was failing. I was unemployed and unproductive for almost 6 months.

Chim took me out of this misery again. She bought me tickets to Singapore and I stayed there for 4 months I think. I tried my best to find a job there but it was hard. First, Singapore has a different curriculum and is very strict about their education system. I was already losing hope and so I accepted the fact that I have to move on and just accept the same jobs back in Cebu. Until 3 days before I leave Singapore I tried to apply online in Bangkok schools. and whoo! I got instantly hired. So I flew back to Cebu to get my papers done and moved to Bangkok immediately. Then, my life in a new country started. Read my previous blog about life in Bangkok.

So far, I am enjoying my career here at Prep. I love the children and they make my life here easier. They give me hope and they make me happy even at my worst days. Preparing materials, preparing my lessons and stuff can sometimes be exhausting but actually teaching them and interacting with them makes the job really easier.

The sad part of this teaching life is that, yes I am happy with my job. I am very passionate with my job. Sometimes I lose motivation and I feel tired but that’s normal. I am a human being. I lose patience and sometimes I have no motivation at all. But I cant imagine not doing this. I cant imagine working in a different field. I love teaching, I love kids and I love seeing them grown and learn from me. And even tho you will never see and hear them thank you, but the way I see them change and grow into beautiful human beings, make it worth the while.

I may not be earning as much as other professionals do, I may not get rich with this kind of job, but my heart is full. The only thing that makes me unhappy is the life after teaching hours- my personal life. When I want to explore more, I want to study more and do the things I personally want to achieve but I can’t because I still need to improve on my education. And somehow, I have learned to accept things and plan out the next move. We’ll where this passion and love for this career brings me.

Like they say: follow your heart, be happy with your job and everything else will follow.

-TeacherMeg

#diaryofapreschoolteacher

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kpop--fics · 8 years ago

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Lee Jihoon (Woozi) fluff

[Roommate AU]

I wrote this with @theliqht, check her out! She writes amazing stuff! She is an adorable fluffy marshmallow who I like very much :D

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you were the first one in your shared room

and as a normal human being, you did what was most important first-

diBS ON THE BIG BED !!

ok honestly they weren’t much different in size but one was visibly bigger

you were almost done unpacking after 2 hours and you hear a soft knock on the door

“hello?” a soft voice says from the other side

and you honestly thought it would be a girl bc the voice was so timid?

you opened the door and

before you was standing the fluffiest human bean you had ever seen

,,,it was a male

and he was super smol.

all you wanted to do is hug him ;;;

but nah

that would be weird…

right?

right.

you just met him.

don’t be a creep, y/n.

you realize you never said anything back to him yet.

ehem.

talk about awkward.

“oh! um, you must be my new roommate! nice to meet you, I am y/n, come in!” you rambled hastily

he was pretty quiet, which was a plus

i mean, your previous roommate talked the ears off of your head, so..

after you unpacked all of his stuff (yeah you just helped without asking, he looked like he could need a hand)

you learned he majored in music and composed songs

and he had a couple finished songs on his laptop

so you try to convince him to let you listen

to which he keeps saying no

..the damn bastard

one day you just stole his laptop and listened anyways

i mean you were stubborn as hell and you knew it

when he found out you listened to his tracks he just stared at you in disbelief

yOu tRaItOR

I trUStED yOu

but ok he wasn’t mad

surprisingly

so now music sundays were a thing

in which he would just put on his list of newly composed songs and you sat together, enjoying each other’s company

and ngl

his songs were on pOINT

they ?? were ?? so ?? full ?? of ?? feel ??

like he had a mix of sad and upbeat songs

so you switch them up depending on your mood

and woozi says he gets inspiration from things around him

so you were just like

“so i have to be inspirational?”

and he just laughs and

“no, just be yourself, silly.”

his laughter and his smile is a adorable-st thing ever

and despite being kinda introverted

he cares for you like a second mother

he goes from soft to demanding asf in 0.001 seconds

“y/n, did you eat?”

“ ANSWER HONESTLY THIS TIME ISTG I DARE YOU TO LIE AGAIN”

it was honestly hella funny to you

and he has a short temper

but that is something you like about him

because it makes him really protective in a sense??

he won’t stand anyone hurting anyone close to him

and that includes you

so whenever you come back to the dorms with a unhappy look

he literally brandishes his knives and gets ready to kill whoever made you upset

like ok although this guy was small

yOu dOnT fuCK wiTh HIM

bc he can literally stab you with one finger and you’d bleed to death

so ya everyone in school actually knows that they should stear clear of him

except for his group of friends, of course.

and you somehow came up with a nickname for him --- ‘fairy’.

you didnt know why but you associated him with fairies so much

maybe it’s bc of his constantly changing cute hair colors

and woozi was not a big fan of that nickname

“why fairy (o_-)”

“just because :D”

but he lets you off with it bc whenever you call him fairy you start laughing and he finds it cute

and also bc you know your limits

and you won’t publicly call him fairy

you only do when you guys are alone

yeah so that’s woozi as your roommate :p

#lee jihoon #woozi #seventeen #roommate AU #collab

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cjostrander · 6 years ago

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Escape The Fate: I Am Human

Hi everyone! it’s nice to see my latest review for Queen get such a warm response. Today i am going to tackle the latest album by Escape the Fate since my new release list is still exceptionally long. This was a pretty decent album that showed the band continuing with trends from the previous album Hate Me (reviewed) and adding more production value into it. They do make a very lazy move i believe by placing the track Let Me Be on this one as a closer again. The exact same version was the closer for their Hate Me album and if i included it in my review i would score it very harshly just for the laziness. It was probably a marketing decision from the label since you didnt really hear much about the album. It was very good however and worth a listen if you get bored. Let’s get started now!

Beautifully Tragic: We begin the album with zero warm up and go immediately into some fast and emotionally cheerful guitar riffs. Craig arrives with some very fitting vocals that are soothing and deliver their lyrics with a convincing calmness. The lyrics provide a strong sense of substance to follow along to and Craig does an outstanding job of really pouring his heart into this track. The occasional backing growl is a decent touch that will infuse some form of harshness into the mix without taking the emotional bliss from it. The guitar solo towards the end is a very strong segment of the song that will do a solid job of satisfying their fanbase and succeed at achieving mainstream accessibility. Would love to see this song live. 10/10

Broken Heart (Single): This single begins with a bit more poppy of a vibe. It begins with a slight synth opening before going into an atmospheric rock style that is very similar to latest Papa Roach albums. This will signal that it is continuing to focus on improving their mainstream traits at the cost of being excessively simple this time around. Definitely not a bad piece overall since it could be a fair piece to ease listeners from their more extravagant work; but the previous song would of been a better pick for a single. 7/10

Four Letter Word: Guitars begin with a straightforward rock vibe while Craig educates you on how many letters are in love lol. The guitars keep a low presence in the background while Craig dominates the forefront with a standard delivery style. The lyrics do need a more complexity to them but the basic nature will help to shape to turn this song into an easygoing piece; which will allow you to space out to during a relaxation session. The solo is another job well done on the album so far and demonstrates how skilled the band’s guitarists can be when let off the lease for a bit. 6.5/10

I Will Make It Up to You: Now this is one of my personal favorites on the album. It begins with a moving drum beat and goes into pop punk territory. The guitars help Craig to deliver a sense of romantic bliss into the atmosphere, The lyrics are very strong here and will be perfect to follow along to during a listen. The chorus helps to round things out significantly well with their convincing sense of pleading. The instrumentals do a good job of supporting Craig and will enable this to stand out as one of the strongest tracks on the album. The solo here continues to be very stellar and brings forth some near thrash elements without losing that romantic bliss. This would be a decent pick for a live performance and may of done well as a single too due to its energetic mainstream ballad appeal. 9/10

Bleed For Me: The band changes things up a bit with a classical key opening the leaves Craig alone to keep things flowing. He actually does very well at making this opening flow very smoothly while adding some complexity into the album. The guitars keep into the background in a support role and leave the rhythm segment to control the soothing tempo of the song. Craig delivers some pretty deep lyrics that will be good to follow along with and unwind to during a rough day. I’ll give them props for making this track work out very smoothly and utilizing more classical instruments in the mix. It helps to bring some of the complex elements from their Hate Me album on here. 8.5/10

Do You Love Me? (Single): This single begins with an echoed vocal opening which brings an interesting texture to the song before some tense guitars arrive. The vocals take on a more aggressive tone and actually bring some growl verses for the first time in the album but mainly stay in clean ballad territory. The guitars are giving a lot more leeway on here and shred it a lot more often at different transition points in the song. The lyrics are simple but very effective at keeping a semi catchy nature in their flow. There is a breakdown towards the end segment that would of been nice to have been drawn out for a bit in order to change the energy of the album a bit. 8/10

I Am Human (Single): This title track and single begins with keys and Craig arrives to deliver softly melodic vocals over a really atmospheric instrumental foundation. The chorus takes its time in progressing but it works out fairly well due to its very theraputic nature and it helps to place a stronger emphasis on it as well. They bring in some synth elements at time which help to fill in some gaps that might have otherwise been there. I couldnt really see this really fitting into a live set as it is; but it could be a very good pick to do as an acoustic track. Other than that it does a decent job at what it aims for; but i’m hoping the next few tracks change things up a bit and bring forth some more aggressive elements in order to keep the album diverse and fresh. 7.5/10

If Only: This one makes things interesting a bit and is an acoustic ballad. The acoustic riffs begin with an energetic foundation and Craig arrives to deliver a very melodic yet soothing delivery. The lyrics will be a major focus on this song and actually do a very good at giving strong substance to the song. It has a catchy tone without trying to sound poppy and even the acoustic melodies appear rather strong on their own. This would be a stand out pick for a live acoustic set. They do bring forth some electric riffs at time that help to give it a romantic Spanish vibe. 8.5/10

Empire (Single): Electronic elements begin this final single before Craig arrives to deliver some more tense vocals. The lyrics match in them and the electronic elements actually provide an interesting texture for supporting him. He experiments with some empty spacing during the instrumentation in order place some extra tension and emphasis on his lyrics. Eh; not a bad piece but it continues to hold those basic tendencies that will lead this album to feeling stale and repetitive as it progresses. So far the songs are really all good on their own but don’t deviate very heavily from each other to be fully appreciated as a whole. 7/10

Recipe For Disaster (Featuring Joe Cotela of DED): I’m actually very excited at their guest musician on this one. I saw DED live last year with Korn and Stone Sour and for a first year opener they really put on a good performance. Since they are a significantly heavier band i’m expecting this piece to be a lot heavier overall. It begins with more synth elements before vocal before the guitars lead to a very aggressive rhythm format. Craig delivers very tense growl verses and his guest vocalist do a decent job of delivering a strong support element to him. The guest vocalist delivers a very compelling solo performance that should provide some interest for fans of that genre to check his own music out. I was expecting some heavier elements on it but the combination of more tense guitars, experimental electronics and growl verses will shape this up to be a very solid live track. 8.5/10

Riot: This track begins with a nice and gritty rock n roll vibe before Craig arrives to deliver a swagger infused vocal delivery. He does a pretty good job of delivering some pump up segments that should help to make this track another pretty good live piece for the listener to dance along to and party with. A few more tracks like this would be a good addition to this album for sure. 8.5/10

Digging My Own Grave:This song begins abruptly with a strong sense of tension before very aggressive screams arrive to finally bring in that harshness the album was missing so far. The instrumentals do a stellar job of emphasizing this trait and can surely be noted as the mosh pit track of the album. This naturally will make it to be a strong live pick overall. 9/10

Resistance: I’m going to treat this as the finale track since their inclusion of the track Let Me Be as a closer still aggravates me on here, I still believe that it is purely a label decision verses their own so unless stated otherwise; its best to look at it as that. This track begins with the same pump up atmosphere that the last song had and seeks to bring forth a rather tense gang shout segment before the guitars join with the bass to create a very groovy instrumental segment. It’s rhythm will be very hard to not want to dance to and it definitely shows the band dropping their mainstream ambitions for a bit and just letting loose for a bit. Definitely an outstanding crowd pleaser for a live performance and helps to shape the ending of the album on a very strong note. 9/10

Overall album rating: 8.2/10

Well this album scored decently. It’s a fair drop in score from their previous album at an 8.8/10 but i relate that due to the fact this album three extra tracks to dilute the score a bit; and that this album suffered from a lack of diversity as it reached the middle. It’s still showcases a strong growth towards their mainstream goals and further polishing of their base sound. I would recommend checking it out whether or not you are a fan of the band but i suggest checking out their previous album Hate Me first. That album showcases the superior side of this albums sound. I’m hoping that thier next album continues with their ballads since that is Craig’s strong suit as a clean vocalist; but i hope they incorporate an emphasis towards their rock n roll excess like on the last two tracks. Kind of like if they went back to their “This War is Ours” album but with a stronger lean towards a chaotic Buckcherry/ Motley Crue like vibe. Well i hope you guys appreciate this promo review and next weekend i’ll try and pop out another good choice for you guys to enjoy.

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