#in my defense i don't listen on all my liked songs on shuffle unless i'm in a music rut

[frobisher-smythe]

🎶shuffle tag!🎶

thanks for tagging me @awistair

shuffle your library + pick ten songs, I won't upload a playlist bc my spotify is between me an god but here's the first ten songs

like crazy - jimin (as god intended)

pierre - ryn weaver

hypnotik - keys n krates

work song - hozier

live well - palace

sos - abba

simple romance - coin

inner child - bts

calgary - bon iver

interlude_dream, reality - agust d

tagging @dashuisofanubis @joysmercer @thechosenanubis and anyone else who wants to :)

[worldlxvlys]

complicated (part 1)

chris sturniolo x reader

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: making out, mentions of sex, suggestive, angst, cursing

a/n: this one is longggg so i broke it up into 3 parts. i already wrote parts 2 and 3 so they’ll be up soonnn :)

matt, chris, and i were all chilling together in their living room.

nick had gone to his room to start editing a little while ago.

matt and i were seated next to each other on the couch, chris sitting on the loveseat.

my relationship with the two of them was complicated.

matt was my best friend, he knew me like the back of his hand. with one look at me he could tell what i was feeling.

we spent so much time together, we were often with each other longer than we were apart .

we were so close that we blurred the lines between friends and something more every now and then. but it never went further than lingering touches and almost kisses.

i’m not sure why, but late nights staying up talking have often led to our lips being mere centimeters apart lately.

i chalked it up to sleep deprivation and getting caught up in the heat of the moment.

chris, however, was different. i wasn’t as close to him as i was matt, but the few times where it was just us hanging out, i always had fun.

there was this unspoken tension between chris and i. we never said anything about it, but we were both well aware it was there.

he made flirty comments toward me whenever matt wasn’t in the room, finding joy in my flustered state that resulted from it.

i never let anything happen though, out of respect for matt being my best friend.

it seemed like chris made it his mission to get me to break, constantly testing my self-control.

the three of us had just finished watching a movie, watching as the credits began to roll.

immediately, matt stood up, patting my knee as he did so.

“alright, i’m gonna get food. you guys coming?” he asked.

chris stood up as soon as matt asked the question.

“no, i’m good” i answered, not feeling like getting up.

chris glanced at me for a second before answering, “actually, i’m not really hungry”

matt narrowed his eyes in confusion before shrugging and beginning to leave.

“alright, i’ll be back in a little” he said before leaving.

chris walked over to me, replacing matt’s spot as he sat down next to me.

“wanna listen to some music?” he asked as he grabbed the tv remote.

“sure” i answered, watching as his long fingers worked the remote.

“why didn’t you go?” i asked, watching him from the corner of my eye.

i watched as he clicked shuffle on a playlist, before the room was filled with the melody of a song.

wet the bed - chris brown

“chris, you’re not fucking serious right now” i deadpanned as the suggestive lyrics played out.

“i didn’t pick the song” he held his hands up in defense. “i just picked a chris brown playlist, i know you like his music” he said.

i just wanna take your legs and wrap 'em round

girl, you cummin' right now

my head to your chest feelin’ your heartbeat, girl

“how do you know that?” i asked, confused.

“you’re always listening to his music, so i assumed you liked it. i mean, unless you just listen to music you hate for fun”

“i didn’t realize you were paying attention” i said.

“of course i am. you make it hard to focus on anything else”

i don't want to be a minute man

baby, you're just like a storm rainin' on me

girl, your soakin' wet

i turned my body towards his as he caught my attention.

“what do you mean? do you find me distracting?” i asked, leaning forward slightly.

“you know i do” he said as his eyes traveled down to my lips.

i’ma kiss you right (yeah, yeah)

i'm gon' lick all night (yeah, yeah)

girl, when i'm inside (yeah, yeah)

“why’d you stay?” i whispered as i stopped myself from pushing my lips to his. “you know damn well you wanted to go”

“i did, but i wanted to stay with you more” he said.

“why?” i asked as he rested his forehead against mine. he placed his hand on my thigh, lightly gripping the side of it.

“because i want you” he breathed out, hooking my leg over his waist to straddle him.

yeah, girl, you heard what I said

i'm gonna make you wet the bed

i looked down at him, steadying myself by grabbing his shoulders.

“we really shouldn’t chris” i spoke as my lips brushed against hit.

“definitely not” he spoke against my lips, his eyes closed.

“it’s wrong” i whispered.

“but one kiss wouldn’t hurt, right?” he asked, his hands running up and down my waist.

“chris” i sighed.

“please, i need it so bad” his hands now traveled down to my ass.

“just one-” his lips were on mine the second i spoke the words.

i'ma put your legs behind your head

when I make you wet the bed

my hands found their way to his hair as his lips moved greedily against mine.

one of his hands found my jaw, holding it steady as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head.

after a while, we pulled away for air. “one more” he spoke before attaching his lips back to mine, barely giving me time to breathe.

one more turned into two more, two turned into three, and before i knew it i was lost in the way his lips pressed against mine.

his hands traveled to my ass, squeezing it, eliciting a moan from me.

when i let out a gasp in surprise, he slid his tongue past my lips.

“what the fuck ?” came a voice from behind us.

i pulled my lips away from chris, moving off of his lap.

“matt-” i began before he cut me off. “what? what excuse could you possibly give me right now?” he asked.

“look, i’m sorry that i hurt you, but i’m an adult. i don’t really need to give an excuse for anything i do” i spoke defensively.

“whatever” he scoffed as he shook his head, “ i brought you food for later, i knew you’d probably get hungry anyway. but i guess i’m the only one here who thinks about other people” he spoke in a low voice before walking away.

my face dropped at that, starting to feel bad about not considering his feelings at all.

“hey, if you wanna blame someone, blame me. i’m the one who kept pushing you, so please don’t blame yourself” chris spoke, practically seeing the gears turning in my head.

“yeah” i whispered in response, still feeling incredibly guilty.

“hold on, i’ll be back. i’m gonna go talk to him” he spoke, squeezing my hand before going off to matt’s room.

after sitting there in anticipation for a few minutes, i began to get nervous. not knowing what was going on was killing me.

my body moved quicker than my brain as i got up and made my way towards matt’s room. i pressed my ear to the door, listening to what they were saying.

“you know how i feel about her” matt’s muffled voice traveled through the door.

“you barely even hang out with her, you just want her because you know you shouldn’t” matt continued.

“you like the thrill of having to sneak around, and chasing after someone you can’t have. you never once showed any interest in her before i did, now suddenly you just have to have her?” matt asked.

“it’s not like that, matt. i don’t hang out with her often because whenever i do, you accuse me of stealing her away from you” chris started, but was cut off by matt.

“that’s not true, and you know it. you can’t just warp the truth to support the sorry excuses you come up with. just admit it, you don’t actually want her” matt said.

“that’s the thing, matt, i do want her. i just didn’t wanna make it obvious, since you obviously can’t handle that”

“what i can’t handle is the way you think you’re entitled to do whatever the hell you want. did you ever stop to think about what this would do to my friendship with her? or my relationship with you? do you ever think about anything other than yourself?” matt asked.

it didn’t seem like their conversation was going anywhere. the second they started to get somewhere, someone would throw an insult at the other.

deciding to intervene, i knocked on the door loudly. the arguing stopped immediately and the door opened a few seconds later.

i was met with an angry matt, but his face softened as soon as he saw me.

knowing i wanted to be let in, he moved to the side to let me pass. he closed the door behind me, watching as i went to sit on his bed.

“look, i’m sorry guys. i shouldn’t have kissed chris, it was a mistake. the last thing i ever want to do is break the bond that you guys have. let’s just forget this ever happened” i said to them.

“no” chris started, taking me by surprise. “i want you to pick”

“what?” i asked, my face dropping at this.

“chose who you want to be with. it doesn’t make sense for us to fight over you, it’s your decision. whoever you decide to stay friends with won’t take it personal, right matt?” chris asked.

“yeah, we’re not gonna force you into anything you don’t want. if the feelings aren’t there, then they aren’t there” matt agreed.

two minutes ago they were arguing uncontrollably and now they were able to come to an agreement in seconds? this was weird.

“so, who do you want?” chris asked.

who do i want? i had no clue.

i loved spending time with chris, but what if matt was right? what if i only enjoyed the thrill of having someone i can’t have ? was that worth jeopardizing my friendship with either of them over?

and matt? i had such a deep connection with him, i didn’t want to lose him. if i fucked up our friendship, i’d never forgive myself for it. the last thing i ever wanted to do was hurt him, yet that was exactly what i was doing in the moment.

“i don’t know, i don’t even think i can pick” i spoke honestly.

“then why not give us both a shot?” chris asked.

“wait, what ?” i asked, confused.

“well, you wanna see if this is more than just tension, right ? and you wanna know if you have feelings for matt?” he asked.

“i mean, yeah” i answered.

“well, there’s a way to answer both of those questions” he spoke as he pointed to the bed.

my eyes widened at the implication , “sex?”

“if it’ll help you decide who you want, then why not?” chris asked.

“that’s not really the first approach i would’ve taken, but he’s not wrong” matt hesitantly agreed.

“obviously sex isn’t the only factor that goes into a relationship, but you already know all of the other factors. you know how we treat you outside of the bed, so maybe the key to your decision is what happens in it” matt spoke.

“i mean, if you don’t want to that’s fine but-” chris started. “i’m in” i cut him off.

“so, who’s first?” i asked playfully.

“me” chris spoke eagerly, “i mean, we should finish what we started earlier, right?” he tried to cover up his excitement.

“alright, get out of my room” matt started, ushering us out. “and please don’t be loud, i don’t wanna hear that shit”

🌀🌀🌀🌀

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[allfortzu]

in my dreams you love me back

-- dahyun / tzuyu. 1.9k, fluff / suggestive-ish. MEN DNI.

tzuyu listens to dahyun sing.

tzuyu lies conscious in the dead of night. 

she hears dahyun’s voice softly through the walls, wonders if she’s writing a new song. 

there's a thought that's long settled itself in the back of her mind.

would it be strange to call her now, for no reason other than to hear her better? 

tzuyu surmises it would, especially if dahyun sees her no other way and unrequited lovers shouldn't call each other when they are touch starved and lonely at three am on a friday night.

 

but her heart is heavy and everything feels so cold by herself.

this hour has never been known for good decisions. 

the call rings twice. tzuyu feels a little pathetic. 

but she does pick up. 

“tzuyu?” 

that’s all she needs to be impulsive again. 

“can i come over?”

dahyun doesn’t reply.

the world seems to go silent, more silent than it already is. there’s a shuffle on the other line, a phone set aside. tzuyu doesn’t hear a guitar strumming anymore, nor does she hear dahyun breathe. 

she regrets asking almost immediately. 

“i mean, come over and take that guitar away from you because it’s noisy.”

moments like these, tzuyu wonders why she even tries. 

she doesn’t know what’s worst; avoidance as a defense mechanism or clinginess as a coping one. maybe she’s not much of a rational thinker when it comes to dahyun. 

dahyun huffs, finally making noise. “hey, i was just fingerpicking, don't exaggerate!" 

"well, just- " tzuyu bites her lip. "turn it down!" or else i might just fall that much harder for you and your stupid pretty love songs. or else you'll plague my mind until sunrise and i'll never be able to forget the sound of your voice. 

"and if i say no?" 

i won't do anything about it. 

"then i'm coming over personally and banning you from ever playing after ten pm again." 

dahyun laughs. "okay." 

does she think she's joking?

"what?" 

tzuyu really doesn’t understand dahyun sometimes. 

"come over." 

...what?

“…to take your guitar?”

another laugh, this time fuller, like what she said was that much funnier. "no, tzuyu, i have a new tune.”

oh. 

“i want you to come and listen." 

oh.

“unless you wanna sleep, then nevermind.” 

tzuyu’s chest tightens.

butterflies in her tummy.

a lot of the times, dahyun doesn’t know the effects of her own words. 

“no, i’m coming.”

somehow, the thought becomes more jarring the closer she gets to dahyun's door. 

she's never really gotten this far before, has she? 

now that she's here, she's not quite sure how to go about it. 

she lifts a knuckle, hesitating for a split second before fully committing to the knock. 

two times. not too eager.

the door opens in a flash.

dahyun in all her glory. 

there are no words exchanged between them.

dahyun pulls her in by the wrist, the room illuminated by the moon, and fetches her guitar on the way. white in colour, because tzuyu told her she liked it more than plain mahogany. 

dahyun pats the space on her bed. “sit here.”

tzuyu squeezes in, settling cosily. she pulls her knees up to her chest so she can look at dahyun straight on and still leave enough room for both of them and a guitar. maybe also to be closer. 

“It’s just a melody, but tell me if it’s good.” 

they’ve both seem to have forgotten tzuyu’s previous threat of confiscating guitars. 

“i’m not much of a musician,” tzuyu warns. 

if dahyun knew better she would know tzuyu gets distracted just watching her. 

“i trust you.” 

it’s that simple. 

dahyun plays. 

she picks at the strings, the same tune tzuyu heard from her room before she called. tzuyu can tell she already knows the words to the song but for some reason isn’t singing. 

she doesn’t know if the flutter in her chest comes from the music or the intimacy of it all, but dahyun looks prettiest playing her guitar and tzuyu wishes she could kiss her. she wishes she’d call before so she could listen to every song dahyun’s ever wrote. she wishes this song was about her. 

dahyun stops playing though, perhaps she's noticed tzuyu's zoned out. “thinking hard?” 

tzuyu laughs sheepishly. “it’s good.” she doesn’t know how else to put it. “i like it.” 

maybe the response sounds half-hearted, but dahyun’s always been able to understand the words tzuyu never quite knew how to say. 

dahyun grins. “did you see what i did there? the major to the parallel minor change?” she’s bouncing in place a bit now, the musical genius in her eager to come out of its shell. 

tzuyu has no idea what she’s going on about, but she nods enthusiastically anyway. “my favourite part, arguably.” 

“right!” dahyun chirps. “i thought it would be weird, but it adds a nostalgic feel to it, doesn’t it?” 

again, tzuyu has not even a hint what major or parallel minors are, nor does she know what gives songs a nostalgic feel, but she knows she enjoys seeing dahyun this way. “yeah, it really does!” 

she can’t help but ask, “what’s the song about?” 

dahyun stops grinning. tzuyu fears she’s asked the wrong question. 

but then dahyun leans closer, over her guitar, a sudden teasing lilt in her voice. “what do you think?” 

tzuyu’s never been very good at reading people. “i don’t know,” she mumbles. what’s dahyun planning now? “what were you thinking about when you came up with it?” 

dahyun laughs. tzuyu doesn’t know what’s so funny, but dahyun’s smile is bright, and she’s very pretty up close.

“i was thinking about you.”

it’s inevitable, really, for tzuyu not to fall in love when dahyun says things like that. a natural flirt.

“hey, don’t say things like that,” tzuyu chides. “what if i develop feelings?” it's a joke, or maybe not. 

“would that be so bad?” dahyun raises a playful brow. “little old me bagging the chou tzuyu? the media’s gonna have a field day.”

tzuyu giggles at that, uncontrollably flushed at the praise. “keep it down low then, write secret love songs about me?” why is she playing into dahyun's trap? 

it’s excessively flirty, probably, but tzuyu can’t seem to help herself. 

“yeah, love songs about thr mystery lover of mine who has the softest lips and cutest smile, and doesn’t know music but pretends to care when i talk about it?” 

there’s a thought in the back of tzuyu’s mind screaming, maybe she’s talking about someone else, maybe she shouldn't keep entertaining this fantasy. maybe this is a bad idea. 

but tzuyu is selfish, so she keeps going.

“how romantic, i could kiss you right now,” she jokes. not really.

dahyun shuffles closer, laughing. “really?” 

she puckers her lips playfully and closes her eyes. she's waiting for tzuyu to nudge her disapprovingly or something of that sort.

normally, tzuyu would. 

it’s how it always goes, isn’t it? 

yet, there’s something about the darkness around them and dahyun lit by moonlight that makes tzuyu press a hand softly over dahyun’s lips. 

everything is soft under her palm. 

tzuyu lays a gentle kiss on the one side. 

if dahyun keeps her eyes close, she would never know. 

a kiss, barely.  

they don’t move. tzuyu imagines she’s kissing back. 

but she pulls back, and leaves her hand on dahyun’s lips. she pretends everything is real for a moment. 

dahyun tugs her hand away herself. 

they’re silent for a while. 

she looks at tzuyu, eyes darting, lips parted. tzuyu's heart is thrumming in her head, deafening. 

then a laugh bubbles from dahyun’s throat, light and airy. “what kind of k-drama kiss was that?” she teases. 

tzuyu soars and falls. “what?” 

she’s frozen in place, uncertain. doesn’t know if dahyun’s weirded out, or maybe trying to hide it all with humour as she always does. 

“come here.” 

tzuyu’s too scared to move. 

“tzuyu,” dahyun repeats. “come here.” 

tzuyu listens. of course she does.

their knees touch. dahyun slides a cool hand behind her neck. 

“next time,” she says, pulling tzuyu's face downwards. the touch tingles until tzuyu can’t see anything but her. “kiss me like this.” 

tzuyu is pulled downwards. 

dahyun presses her lips into hers fully. 

tzuyu’s mind goes blank. 

oh.

tzuyu’s mind is filled with infinite thoughts. 

her breath catches in her throat, all the air in her lungs sucked out. heart pounding so quick it threatens to burst out her chest. 

dahyun’s lips are mind-numbingly soft. 

warm. 

gentle. 

everything tzuyu imagined. everything more. 

she tastes like melted sugar, tastes like everything nice in this world. tzuyu might just combust. 

she gets carried away. she always does.

she pushes forward for more, addicted. captures dahyun’s lips when they part, grasps onto the hem of her shirt so she doesn’t stray. 

once. twice. insatiable. 

this is her favourite place on earth. this is a dream. 

she melts into the kiss like mercury to a mould. snow to lava. slow, like they have all the time in the world. 

then there’s a hand squeezing her shoulder, digging into skin. so painfully good she's snapped out of her trance. she opens her eyes for just a moment. 

dahyun is flushed and flustered beneath her, pushed back on her elbows. her pyjama shirt ridden up her tummy, dangerously high, abs taut and heaving under tzuyu's fingers because tzuyu's greedy hands couldn't stop touching. 

tzuyu jolts back. 

"i'm so sorry," she scrambles in a panic. "that was over the line." 

dahyun is still out of it. "hm?" 

tzuyu's head is hot from embarrassment. "we just…" 

"kissed?" 

"i'm sorry."

dahyun is still panting, dazed. "are you regretting it?" 

"no!" it's so loud, she might as well have just woken up the whole dorm.  

"no," tzuyu says again, quieter.

"then what's wrong?" 

what's wrong? 

what's wrong is what comes next. 

"is this…okay?" 

is it okay when you don't like me the same way i like you? 

"why wouldn't it be?" 

you're so dense. 

"because i like you, dahyun."  

is this it? 

she has so much to say. 

tzuyu keeps going, because she will never be able to do this again. 

"so don't…don't talk to me so nicely, and don't kiss me like that, and everything." she rubs at her wet cheeks uselessly, snot getting messier. her voice cracks in between, throat closed pathetically, suddenly sniffling, hiccuping. can't even see dahyun through the tears anymore. it's stupid. dahyun's so stupid. "i don't know how to stop liking you, stop making me like you." 

dahyun is stunned silent. tzuyu has never been more scared. 

then, a murmur. "...don't stop." 

"what?" 

"i'm not stopping." dahyun purses her lips. "i don't know what happens now, but i like you, and i like us, so don't stop yet."

tzuyu feels like she's missed a few plot points. 

"you like me?" 

"wasn't that obvious enough? i kissed you?"

"well- i thought it was a platonic kiss?"

"tzuyu! you're so dense!" 

she's dense? 

god, maybe she is. 

tzuyu gasps, face flushing. "no, you're dense! shut up!" 

dahyun laughs. all the tension dissipates in an instant. "okay, i'll tell you straight: that wasn't platonic, and i'll kiss you right now if you don't stop me." 

the air becomes warm all around again, and dahyun's eyes fall as she leans over tzuyu once more. "and don't stop yourself." 

tzuyu lays a careful hand over dahyun's waist. she doesn't think she'll be able to stop herself anyway.

dahyun sits astride her.

oh fuck. 

"your call, baby." 

the pet name sends flutters down her tummy.

tzuyu surges forward for another kiss.

arguably my favourite ship, very underrated </3

thank you for reading! interactions appreciated <3

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (875): Sat 10th Aug 2024

Went out for a run tonight for the first time in about fifty billion years and decided I was just going to shuffle the music player on my phone and not skip any songs. I'll be honest while there were some songs that got me pumped and energised for the remainder of the run there were three songs by Leroy Carr and gospel music from the 1920's isn't exactly the kind of pulsating beat you want to get the adrenaline running through your veins (unless you're a hardcore Christian in which case that's what I imagine they exclusively listen to when they're at the gym punching a bag, either that or they make themselves angry by picturing a teenage rape victim not being forced into birthing the rapist's child. That normally gets them pretty damn angry, certainly angrier than the rape itself). Half way through the run I saw this pair of rough looking teenagers walking towards me and I imagined them giving me a double clothesline as I walked through them. I wondered when the best defense against this would be and I thought it would be good if I had a pair of handcuffs with me and as they both swung their arms towards me I could clasp each of their wrists in the cuffs and then be on my way as they stood there flumoxed and befuddles like some sort of Laurel and Hardy caper. I didn't actually get to do this because a) I didn't have a pair of handcuffs with me because in a rookie runners mistake I'd left my pair in the house and b) the kids just let me pass between them without incident Incidentally why don't the police put a little bell on the chain part of the handcuffs so that if a prisoner ever escapes they can track them down easily? I feel a bit bad to be honest because over the last few weeks I've come up with so many ideas for the Dragons Den that every episode of the next series is just going feature me. There was a moment when I was running past the spot where the old Southwick working mens club was where I considered sitting down to take a breather but I pushed on and I'm so glad I did because if I'd sat down I know there's a chance that I'd convince myself to just give it up and walk home. If you just try and drown out the voice that tells you that you can't finish then eventually I think your mind will be distracted by something else and you'll just push through the pain. As soon as I got home I had a cup of tea with honey then jumped in the shower and then climbed into bed (I dried myself off after the shower I'm not an idiot. What would be the point of going to bed soaking wet. To dream that you're a dolphin or something?). There's no better feeling than the run / shower / bed combo because you've still got the endorphins from the run then the relaxed muscles from the hot water. It's a great high and a valid alternative to drug taking because no-one has ever overdosed as a result of too much exercise…except for all the people who have but that's why I counteract the exercise I do with all the junk food I eat to make sure I'm not so healthy that my heart conks out.