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safarigirlsp · 8 months ago

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🌭🍔🥑 for the fic asks! Love ya!!

This was such a fun couple days thanks to you @babbushka ! We need to keep this up! It’s beyond wonderful to have you back! 💗💗💗

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Ok this is the most fun question! We should just have a weird and random HC day lol!

Flip loves vintage advertising. Those old sporting calendars you used to see in hardware stores and sporting goods stores that have nostalgic paintings or action scenes from the old west with cowboys and gunfighters and hunters and mountain men. They're his primary decor in his cabin. Walking through that heavy wooden door, you could just as well be stepping back one hundred years, especially since it's far enough from town that no lights shine at night and there are no sounds other than those made by the forest and wildlife.

Flip loves dive bars. He can take you out dancing or wine and dine you somewhere swanky, and he does often. But there's something about the gritty familiarity of a dive bar - the neon lights, the bad taxidermy, the sticky floor, the smell of greasy food, whiskey, and smoke, Johnny Cash playing on the jukebox - that really gets him riled up and hot under the collar.

Friday nights after he gets off, he asks you to meet up with him and the guys for some greasy food and a beer. Work weighs heavily on his shoulders and he takes it seriously. His usual approach to stress is to sweat it out with a vigorous workout. Weights, running, or punching a heavy bag are best. A vigorous fuck works too. He tries to get his heart racing with one method in the morning and the other in the evening. But he takes Friday nights to unwind in more traditional ways, out someplace with friends and his girl. In a dive bar, he can be boisterous and crude, laugh loud and tell raunchy jokes with Ron, make you sit on his thigh and shamelessly grab your ass, kiss your neck and growl absolute filth in your ear. For his money, it beats the hell out of going someplace he actually has to behave and act civilized.

Challenging you to a game of pool is a favorite go-to. He usually throws the game just to watch you gloat. And more importantly, to watch you bend over the pool table and stretch out prettily to make a shot. It makes his blood run hot, makes him hard in his jeans, when he looks down your shirt or eyes your ass like a dirty old man. He loves that you're all his to eye all he wants. You know this, of course, and naturally play it up a little extra for his enjoyment. When you draw attention from other men in the bar, you know that too, but it's just so much fun to see Flip puff out his chest a little and glare at your fan club. Once or maybe twice according to Flip's count, this has culminated in a bar fight with you icing his bruised knuckles and kissing his bloody lip late into the night. But you should see the other guys. According to a more accurate and unbiased count - yours - this happens almost annually. It's a nice treat to look forward to once a year or so. And the fireworks he gives you afterwards are a helluva lot better than the Fourth of July.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I really like watching movies with the vibes I’m going for while I’m writing or having them play in the background. I've currently exhausted my Victorian watchlist while I've been working on my current fic. I also like to read similar things too but that's obviously more time consuming. I recently discovered a fun series you might like with campy Victorian antics by Evie Dunmore.

When I'm a little stuck or need to picture something better, something physical helps my brain function a little. Lifting weights works for me and although I truly hate cardio, it helps to get my thoughts churning. Probably because I'm so bored and miserable, but I'll take what I can get xD.

Then there's always good ol' maladaptive daydreaming.

Omg all the edits that have been coming around the last couple years have really helped keep me rabid. Especially during these content dry spells when there's no new movies on the horizon to look forward to.

I love making aestheics/moodboards for myself and I have a ton that have never seen the light of day because they're just for me or to scratch an itch. It's extra fun because it satisfies both an artsy urge and helps stay in the zone for fics. But sometimes they also derail me with a new idea and I deviate to write a fic for the moodboard xD

These are some of my favorites that don't go with a posted fic. I may have a problem!

This is my recent desktop backgrounds:

🥑What are you currently working on?

I have one big fic that I'm currently focused on. Which is really the biggest challenge for me, just staying focused on any one thing OMG. But I'm right at the finish line for this one, then I have to chose which idea to focus primarily on next. I'm trying really hard to get some bigger projects done just because they have a chance of potentially being serious writing. And frankly because the engagement is down here, but if that changes, I'm more than happy to change with it and get rabid again. Even these HCs today are such a fun little burst of creativity!

Wargrave Hall

Victorian haunted house and occult story with romance of course. I have about 1/3 of this posted now publicly but its gotten too big to update my fic post now, which really pisses me off actually xD. I'm very near the end and it's just under 100k now, so it will probably finish somewhere around 110K and then I'll post it all. I'm having a lot of fun with it and it's much better than I thought it'd be when I started it. In my humble, biased opinion anyway.

Annees Folles

Roaring Twenties adventure story with a love triangle and plenty of romance and treasure hunting. This is hovering around 150k now and has never been published, although I've sent it to my friends here who have shown interest. I'd be happy to send it to anyone who's consistently supported my insanity. It's definitely my favorite thing I've written so far and has everything I love. After I finish the Victorian fic, my goal is to get this one finished too so I have two big quality fics in the bank, then start a new project. I'm probably 7/10 done with this one, so it will be a big one when completed.

I might be obsessed with the aesthetic...

#hearts #babbushka #my stuff!#my writing #flip #65 #jacques #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #adam driver

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thedreamydemon · 1 year ago

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I’ve been wanting to write a Johnny Knoxville hilbilly romance. This is just some drabble, maybe an intro, if I decide to actually write it. No sex or obv romance in this drabble :’(

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader

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You were working the counter at the dingy old gas station owned by your neighbors. Neighbors being the old hillbilly couple that lived 10 miles out from your home. It was a hot summer day, and you were seeking relief in front of an oscillating fan. The metal cage rattled as the fan blades spun at high speed.

There hadn’t been a customer in all day, and you were just closing your eyes when you heard the rumbling sound of an all too familiar Eldorado engine. Johnny Knoxville.

You watched as the flashy classic car pulled in. The body was shiny black, freshly waxed, and accented with crimson red moulding. The convertible top was down, exposing the flawless all red interior. That car was Johnny’s pride and joy.

He pulled up to one of the two gas pumps and stepped out of the vehicle. The tall, lean man strutted into the store, pocket chain swinging with each step. He wore silver framed sunglasses so dark you couldn’t see his eyes, and a cheshire smile so broad and self-satisfied you wanted to wipe it off his handsome face.

“Ooo mamma! It’s hotter than the backside of a fat man’s balls out there,” Johnny exclaimed as he leaned his elbow on the counter you were standing behind. He always thought he was so clever with his silly sayings. You rolled your eyes.

“Bet that fan feels good.” Johnny leaned over the counter to put his face in front of the fan, effectively blocking the heavenly breeze from hitting your own overheated flesh. Sweat was visible on his dark hairline, and the cologne that was masking his slight body odor wafted up to your nose. You pushed his head up and out of the way of the fan, getting greasy hair gel on your fingers. Johnny giggled as he stood up straight.

“Here for your usual? Beer, gas, and Marlboro reds?” You asked as you were already reaching for a pack of his brand. Knoxville came by almost everyday for those same three things. That gas guzzler of his went through almost as much gas as Johnny did beer and smokes.

“You know it!” Johnny moseyed over to the cooler and grabbed a six pack. He always lingered when he came by. There wasn’t much else to do in your podunk Appalachian town besides drink, smoke, and ride around in your hot rod.

You rung up Johnny’s purchases and he pulled out his billfold which was attached to his pocket chain. He paid you in exact change, then he cracked open one of the perspiring beer cans. “Want one?” He offered, then he beat his fresh pack of cigarettes against his palm.

“I probably shouldn’t drink at work.” You replied as you rested your elbows on the counter, positioning your face in front of the oscillating fan.

Johnny tore the cellophane off the hard pack, opened it, and flipped a lucky cigarette like he always did. Then he pulled out another cigarette, and fumbled around in his pockets for a lighter which he didn’t have. “Aw,” Johnny said as he searched himself, cigarette dangling between his teeth. “Meemaw and peepaw won’t mind.” Meemaw and peepaw referring to your elderly neighbors, of course.

You watched Johnny lazily as he fumbled around, then you plucked a Bic from the countertop display and beckoned the lighter-less man over with your finger. Johnny leaned in. His brown eyes peered at you from under his brow. And you lit his cigarette for him with a lazy smile.

“Thanks, sweetheart” He said casually with a puff of smoke and he stole the lighter out your hand.

“You can pay for that with a beer,” you said as you freed a can from the plastic six ring, cracked it open and took a small swig of the cold fermented fluid. Your face returned to the relief of the fan.

Johnny had a beer in one hand and his lit cigarette in the other, which he alternated bringing up to his lips for a sip or a puff. “You still dating that boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” you replied without looking away from the fan.

“What’s his name again?” Johnny asked, but Johnny definitely already knew. Everyone knew everyone else’s business around these parts. Johnny especially knew your business.

“Bam.” You said.

“Bam!” Johnny blew some smoke and swigged his beer, acting like he had genuinely forgotten the man’s name. “What a stupid fucking name.”

“Ok. Johnny Knoxville.” You peered up at Johnny with a smile, amused by your own remark.

Johnny gave you a funny look that said ‘watch it’.

Johnny stood there drinking his beer, and when he finished, he decided he aught to get going. He had to paint some old biddy’s fence for a few bucks.

“I’m coming by tomorrow for some of your mountain dew, if thats alright with you.” Johnny said with a wink before he made his way out the door.

“That’s fine,” you said. The bell over the doorframe jangled as Johnny exited and you watched him climb into his flashy car and drive off up the mountain.

Not a single other customer came to the gas station and the sun was starting to set. You grabbed your bolt-action shotgun from under the counter and a copy of the Sunday comics from the newspaper rack as you left the little store. You locked the place up then climbed into your own car that wasn’t nearly as flashy as Johnny’s. Your shotgun and Sunday comics sat in the passenger seat.

#johnny knoxville #fanfic #fiction #writing #female writers #ao3 writer #my writing #hillbilly #romantic fiction #romance

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delphiniumarchangelmoon · 10 days ago

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Tell us about your spotify playlists I adore playlist lore /silly /nf

I actually don’t even use Spotify anymore cause they started to piss me off, now I have a notebook that I write them down in and put little stickers and decorations on them which really sets the scene for my thought process tbh.

Most of my playlists both then and now are fandom related but I never actually title them as such it’s always something vague because I cannot deal with being Known.

The thing about THAT is due to the adhd and how long I’ve been in certain fandoms, I’m hardly making proper fandom playlists anymore. It’s not “this is a playlist about Bram from Bungo Stray Dogs” it’s “this is a playlist about an AU that only exists in my head based off a tumblr shitpost about how the greasy rat man has a fetish for guys with long silver hair”

And that’s how the songs Angeleyes- ABBA, I, Carrion-Hozier, Deja Vu- Olivia Rodrigo, Before he Cheats- Carrie Underwood, and Milk and Honey- Hazel English ended up on the same playlist.

My Minecraft playlists are even worse back in the day I had like three separate playlists dedicated to various npc’s Oli Orionsound was in love with on different servers. I had a playlist for the goddamn butler in rats smp. It was like 30 songs long.

Anyway.

A list of some of my favorite artists includes

Kacey Musgraves

Dog Park Dissidents (saw them live earlier this month it was incredible!)

SailemFromHell (my most obscure pick they’re so underrated)

Garth Brooks (unfortunately hard to find his stuff online he’s very cagey abt uploads :( but VERY much worth a listen he’s one of the top selling artists of all time for a reason)

Switchblade Symphony

Poppy

Slutever

Johnny Cash

Hozier (…they can’t all be weird and obscure picks! I am not immune to the Hozier)

…

And here’s a picture of + a transcript of a list I just made today!

Not gonna say who it’s for y’all either know or you don’t.

I find that doing them on paper helps me pare down to just songs that really suit the theme so my recent ones are a lot more condensed and sensible even if the genre varies a lot, I’m proud of this one (even if a certain someone kept hogging the list. But like half her songs are about this topic!)

TRICK

Clown- Switchblade Symphony

Breadwinner- Kacey Musgraves

Terror Couple Kill Colonel- Bauhaus

Solitaire- MARINA

Los Ageless- St. Vincent

Sympathy is a Knife- Charli XCX

Start Together- Sleater Kinney

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang- Specimen

Oh Ana- Mother Mother

Power and Control- MARINA

Some Unholy War- Amy Winehouse

Crazy- Patsy Cline

The Size of Our Love- Sleater Kinney

Hopelessly Devoted to You- Olivia Newton John

Bust your Kneecaps- Pomplamoose

E.V.O.L- MARINA

Happier Than Ever- Billie Eilish

Favorite Crime- Olivia Rodrigo

🤍🖤🤍🖤

#I don’t even know what to tag this as

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nctzenchuu-blog · 6 years ago

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I am you, you are me

request: hello! Can I get an au with nct's Johnny where soulmates communicate/talk to each other only at night?

Hello! Ok I hope those reading this won’t hate me since I made this into a bullet thing,,, also char is a better writer so plz don’t hate me- millie

This is CHEESY but johnny is a greasy man what can I say,,,

a/n: btw he looks godly here

Soulmate AU!💙💙💙

Johnny/reader

· Ok so this request straight up made me think of bf johnny like its cute ngl~

· Your parents used to tell stories about how everyone was destined to be with someone that made them whole, and that you would know the minute you spoke with them

· This was called “crossing” bc many people actually met their soulmates IRL

o and when u met them it felt as if you were pulled together

o soulmates were shown to have matching scars on their bodies

· so you knew you had a soulmate because they always got hurt or did something dumb

· one time you woke up with a giant black bruise that showed your soulmate probably,,broke their leg

· as a teen they were more frequent so you guessed they did athletics since u didn’t play out much

· some of your classmates would tease you because you haven’t discovered your soulmate

· it was common to have already met them

· so one night after studying you were a bit down worried, “ will I never meet them?”

· you lied down onto your bed when you just started talking to yourself when you hear this D E E P voice break through the SILENCE

· it freaks u out so bad that you knocked your head against the headboard,,,tragic

· so youre just angrily whispering where the heck that voice came from

· and the mysterious voice responds back with, “wait- you can hear me too?”

· you both realize you’re not making this up so the two of you introduce yourselves

· johhny he tells you, but you swear you’ve heard and seen that name before,,

· since the two of you are intrigued by the fact that the two of you can communicate y’all just become friends right away

· school, gossip, it was all comfortable talking to johnny about this stuff

o it felt natural since he always listened and offered his input

o there was still a thought that nagged ur brain whenever he would sleep so he couldn’t hear you think, “ could he be my soulmate?”

· you find out johnny is a single child, in the football team,and a ladies man (though you didn’t ask him to tell you)

· as time progresses, the more you want to learn about him besides the times when the two of you could talk at night

· it wasn’t enough! So you thought about the voice that filled your head every night with new stories

· during a night where johnny didn’t talk to you, it hit you at that moment that you missed him BADLY

· like to the point you worried about him and tried to dial his number to ask if he was ok,,,,but you forgot to ask

· at this time a truck of emotions hit u

· worry, anguish, but love?? It never occurred to you that you felt such feelings towards johnny even though the two of you have never met??

· Bc of that you looked into your journal where you document all the imprints that appeared on your skin since the day you could remember

· And you find a journal entry where it said that one of the bruises was from your side when you fell down a slide and cut your elbow, and ended up with a crescent scar on it

· So seeing that you thought back to one night convo w johnny

· And he told you about how he had an unusual scar hohohO-guess which one

· It was the crescent! But he said he thought he got it during football practice but you knew!!

· He was your soulmate!

· So at this point you’re trying to call out his name in the darkness hoping he could hear you

· A thought comes up that maybe you should do it while looking around the city

· A dumb,,,dumb + dangerous idea (what are u getting yourself into)

· So downtown with just a jacket and pajamas your just calling him out in your head

· But you KNOW hes near,, something strong was just pulling at you to search for him

· Hours pass and it’s a busy night and you end up in front of a pond at a park

· Its breathtaking, and it reminds you of all the things that led up to that moment

· “ I wish u could see the moon with me, here beside me you know”

· “ yeah wouldn’t want to miss the view”

· But you heard his voice so clear you thought it was a fluke, it was impossible he was here!!!???

· You turned around and there he was in all his boyish glory

· A literal giant

· You were holding in your breath bc you thought it was a dream

· He was worried you weren’t responding so he was about to ask if you were ok before u SLAMMED into him, the poor LOG

· It felt unreal, I mean he was real, him breathing, him smiling, him existing

· It was something you would never have thought possible ??

· You tell him everything , about the scar, your fears, you even blurted out how worried you were

· And it didn’t cross your mind that you were clueless as to wether he reciprocated your feelings

· Cue freaking out

· He just smiles that goofy grin (yall know WHICH ONE)

· “hey, didn’t it cross your mind that I fell in love since the first moment we spoke to each other?”

· A cheesy G R E A S Y line

· But its johnny, and u loved it regardless

· Now that the two of you were tgt, the pull blossomed into a beautiful feeling between you two

· Abd from that you no longer needed to only be limited to talking at night

· Bc now fate led you to each other

· All beneath the moonlight, and for many moons more

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haifengg · 4 years ago

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Lucas can’t really go without affection. He needs a smooch at least before he leaves the house or when he says goodbye on dates. He wants to be reminded that their S/O loves him and that he loves them. It’s as easy as this.

B = Before (What were they like when they had a crush?) Dude would try to impress. With bad jokes. With flexing his guns. He would always ask his crush if they want to come with him and the guys to do whatever. And if they agree he wouldn’t really be able to hide his excitement. It would light a spark of pure joy in his eyes. It would be very obvious really.

C = Confession (What was their confession like?) Regardless of his looks and height Lucas still is a very childish man and he’s not that old either. I would honestly go that far and say that during his life he wasn’t the one confessing often. He usually got confessed to. So when it is actually his turn he would probably get all shy around his crush and he maybe asked Kun for advice as well on how to tell them and what to say since he is not the very best with words.

D = Date (What was the first official date they went on?) I am guessing something cheesy. Lucas may or may not be a romantic person but being all nervous about fulfilling expectations and doing a solid job he would take their S/O out to go an amusement park. He is a child really and his sometimes subtle playfulness is probably what attracts his S/O to him as well.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Please don’t come for me on this one but I recon he would choose a text. As I mentioned in section C = Confession I imagine him being this popular kid in school everyone had a crush on at least once a week. (We’ve all seen the pics he’s adorable.) That being said he maybe got too used to dumping people interested in him. I won’t say it is the same with his S/O as it was with high school sweethearts but he might just fall back into old patterns due to convenience. Breaking up would still hurt him and still be difficult.

F = Fights (What would fights look like? What are things that upset them?) Honestly: Fights with Lucas would be a pain mainly because he doesn’t see where he’s wrong or what the issue exactly is. He is a very loyal person once fully committed but maybe not the most understanding one.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) His emotional way is very gentle. His physical way in terms of hugs and holding hands is too. Simple mind - Simple showings off affection other things we don’t discuss here it is SWF, please

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Just like Johnny his arms are insanely long and wrapping them tightly around his S/O is just way to nice to not do it constantly.

I = Intimacy (What is their favorite form of intimacy? Do they have problems with it?) He knows why he’s in SM. He got casted off the streets for his looks. He also really radiates the vibes of only being there for the fun and the people only. Lucas is very confident in the way he looks and he is aware of how many thousand people find him insanely attractive. I am pretty sure there are close to no problems when it comes to intimacy but that is something very personal because we know that everyone has at least one issue with themselves which we sometimes could never tell.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He gets jealous. Not much but he does in general. I am not sure how exactly that would display or how he would show it but overall: Yes he does.

K = Kisses (Are they a good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) I hope he is. Okay no honestly, hear me out lmao. Lucas ... is either very excellent at kissing or he isn’t. I just look at him and I really hope he is because that would be so grate and elevate him one step closer to being the complete package. He meets the height requirements. He has the hands to hold his S/O. He surely has the lips as well. Which is also where they like to kiss/be kissed the most.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Lucas is the perfect personality type for getting along well with kids. He is goofy enough to play around with them and fun and fool but he is also calm enough to not out-child them and keep an eye on them. He is guiding their playfulness in a way only a few people can.

M = Messages (How often do they text his S/O?) He texts them A LOT when he’s bored. During practice or some random meeting he would get distracted by his phone and text them about how bored he is. Also he would often take pictures or snaps of stupid little things he wants to show them but they’re not around. Speaking of SnapChat: Filters.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights out in clubs are hot and fun. Nights out in bars (if they are dates) are hot. Nights out in movie theatre would be so much fun. He would totally get this slushies that turn your tongue in different Colors but would also hold his S/O during scary parts of the movie even though he’s scared himself. Acting all tough

O = Opinion (Would they ask for their S/O’s opinion a lot? How important is it in terms of decisions?) He would ask for their opinion but mainly because he thinks he has to or that they would want to be ask. If it’s about his personal matters. When it comes to mutual decisions it’s different because well of course he asks for his S/O opinion. What they say matters to him and he wants both of them to be comfortable. So when they say that sofa is ugly - it’s ugly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Getting on his nerves is quite hard I assume. He probably would be the one getting on his S/O’s nerves (most of the time by accident tho.) If it’s something about them that actually bothers him he will be patient and ask them to maybe change that behaviour for a long time before actually admitting how much it is bothering him and eventually raising his voice.

Q = Quizzes (How does a bar trivia night teamed up with them look like?) A complete mess. Lucas once admitted he is not the smartest one and I adore people who are aware of that and own it in their own way. He would still try his best to not let his S/O and maybe other teammates down. BUT he is still an important part of the team: The one who chugs everything for the sake of the cause. IDK I just see him being able to drink a lot. He radiates this frat boy energy help

R = Remember (How much do they remember about their S/O or their relaitonship in general?) Lucas does his best but he is forgetting a lot. He writes it down in his phone. For example there could be a list for his S/O's family member’s birthdays and all their important anniversaries. He may still forget them tho. When it comes to memory Lucas knows it’s not his forté but he is trying hard.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He is maybe one of the most protective boyfriends you will find in whole NCT. He shields his S/O from wind or rain, he corners them in crowded subways. He flags and gets in cabs first. He will shove between his S/O and other guys dancing at clubs casually so they don’t notice. He will tell people to fo k off if they are obviously bothering his S/O. He does it all.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) He might be sloppy with everyday chores but he will rather often take his S/O on spontaneous coffee dates or bring home take out aka steal something from the dorm Kun cooked.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a S/O?) What makes Lucas unique as a S/O is definitely his awareness of his ... stupidity? Now I can see people coming for me for saying this but he once said he is not very smart and he is probably correct about that. His abilities lay more in the practical and emotional/empathic area. So what makes him special is is ability to pull his S/O’s guard down. If they come home from work super stressed he will put their mind at ease by simply talking to them about not so heavy or challenging topic. He will be their save heaven. A place where they don’t need to pretend or to impress. Lucas loves his S/O 190% for their character or quirks and maybe even for their intellect as well but he doesn’t compete with it and is real about himself.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) SO. MUHC. He has sloppy days tho but they will mostly never catch him with greasy hair or anything. And also he is in shape and plans to stay that way.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their S/O?) He would. If he is not with them for a long time he can feel how he is losing his inner center or balance. Lucas would be fine on his own but honestly exactly just fine.

X = X-Ray (How transparent are they?) Lucas is an open book. He can’t hide anything and he is so easy to fool on like April 1st or some prank they want to play on him. If he’s feeling down they’ll see it. If he’s happy they’ll know it. if he truly loves them it will be on the local news.

Y = Yuck (Everyone has flaws. What is theirs?) Bruh okay. Well. He leaves his underwear everywhere. Or his socks. and he leaves the toilet seat up.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Being asleep he grabs everything and pulls it in close. There is no escape. And I feel like he will wander towards the mid of the bed so if their S/O is avoiding being hold custody they will have no where to go but the sofa or wake him up.

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a-cupof-jo · 3 years ago

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Set Up My Heart Pt. 7

PT. 6 – PT. 7 – PT. 8

College volleyball player!Johnny Suh x reader

Rivals-to-lovers

Fluff and angst

Synopsis: Ever since that fateful day Sophomore year of high school, Johnny Suh had been an insufferable thorn in your side. Once you made it to college you thought the two of you would never have to see each other again. That is, until a sudden school transfer has the entire university buzzing

Your breath caught as you pounded up the steps. The door slammed as you raced into the building and down the hall to your Chemistry lecture. You were very late. Maybe the professor won’t notice. With nearly 200 students crammed into a classroom, it’s a big class. You had stayed up late the night before cramming for a Finance exam you had later today. That means that you slept through your alarm and it wasn’t until Des was leaving for her class that you woke up.

You glanced around the classroom when your eyes settled on a recently familiar seat. Shimmying down the aisle you stepped up to a seat with a backpack sitting in it. The owner of the backpack looked up, “Hey, I wasn’t sure you were going to make it,” Taeil tucked his backpack under his seat.

“Slept through my alarm,” you grumbled as you pulled your notes and a pen out.

Taeil gave a sympathetic head shake but turned back to the professor. You had been surprised when you found out that Taeil was taking this class. The senior had told you the previous week that it was because he had pushed it off until his final year. He claimed he was fighting the system that told him that a science class was required for his music degree. ‘I get it’s a bachelor’s of science, but how is Chemistry going to make me a better musician?’

You couldn’t give him an answer, but then again you are a history major. How does it tie into yours? You glanced beside Taeil looking for Jungwoo’s unmistakable blonde hair. “It’s Wednesday,” Taeil muttered.

You lean back in your chair. That’s right mister mechanical engineering wasn’t actually a student in this class he only came in on Tuesdays and Fridays to make notes for students he tutors.

Taeil tapped your desk making you sit forward and stop pouting. “Focus so you know what you need to go over with Jungwoo tonight."

You pick up your pen and attempt to follow along with the professor. She was going too fast and instead of understanding what she was saying you sat there just trying to write down the calorimetry problems.

When the class ended you threw down your pen. Taeil reached over to pat your hand. "Rough morning?”

“Understatement of the century,” you shove your pen in your pencil case. “Woke up too late and I have no idea what’s going on in class. Plus I have a finance exam later today that I’m still not entirely ready for.”

“Well would coffee or lunch make you feel better, I have two hours before my next class. Or we could go to the library or a study lounge and we could try to get you feeling more confident?” Taeil waited for you to stand up from your seat. He watched as the next class started to trickle in.

You step out of the aisle and up to the classroom door, “What about both, we can grab something from the union and study there?”

Taeil grins, “That sounds great. You’re paying though.” You give a light shove as you both race out of the building. For a moment, you felt yourself relaxed as you chased Taeil through the quad.

“Watch where you’re going,” you heard a voice yell out panic laced through it. You glanced back at the voice coming from behind you before slamming into something hard. You felt your elbow catch as you tumbled to the ground.

You heard another voice grumble, “Dammit, how hard is it to pay attention to where you’re going. I have an expensive camera- of course.” An unmistakable voice scoffed, “Are you trying to cause problems, Y/n?” Johnny glowered as you turned to glare back. You hadn’t seen him in almost a week. You couldn’t say he was looking great. His eyes had bags and his hair was slightly greasy.

“Are you guys okay,” a taller male with pink hair skidded to a stop in front of you two.

Johnny brushed off his jeans, “No thanks to her.” He jerked his head toward you.

“Look here mister, I don’t know why you feel like you have to-” you were cut off as Taeil rushed into your eyesight.

“Y/n! I’m so sorry I didn’t realize that I had left you behind,” he grabbed your hands and pulled you up. You brushed off your shoulders as Taeil fretted over your state, “What happened? You were beside me just a minute ago?"

You nod to the two standing behind him, "I accidentally ran into Johnny."

Taeil glanced behind him and smiled when he caught eyes with the second man, "Hey, Taeyong, how’s it going?” You watched as the two exchanged pleasantries. Johnny shifted looking back down at his camera pushing several buttons before sighing. “We were just about to grab lunch at the union. You should come with us!” You watched as Johnny’s shoulders bunched up tight.

“Sure! Johnny and I were just finishing up here, so we could definitely join you,” Taeyong grabbed a bag that sat on a nearby bench. “Come on, Johnny!"

Johnny looked like he was going to protest. Taeyong grabbed the camera from Johnny’s neck and put it in the bag. Johnny sighed obviously not able to get out of this.

Taeyong grabbed a hold of Taeil’s arm before dragging him towards the union, "So you know I was thinking,” you heard Taeyong start talking about a piece of music with Taeil.

Johnny stepped up next to you, “Look,” he ran a hand through his hair, his face pinched. “I just wanted to say.”

“I’m not happy about this either so why don’t we just get this over with so we both can be on our merry way,” you snapped.

Johnny’s face morphed his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened, “Glad we’re on the same page.” He turned away from you and you finished your journey in silence.

“We’re really happy with the track you made for us,” Taeyong smiled at Taeil from across the table. “Seriously I could never thank you enough."

Taeil waved him off, "I’m using it for my composition class. I’m just glad you guys are able to use it."

You turned to the book you had laid out on the table in from of you. The notebook sitting on top of it showing recent notes you had taken. You clicked your pen as you attempted to solve a math equation. The paper crinkled as you scribbled across it.

"You have to make sure you add in the overhead cost,” your head snapped up to Johnny who had sat across from you. “Then you can take it from annual costs. You’ve got the rest of it right."

You frowned at him before writing down what he said, "It’s correct.” You stared at him wide eyed.

“Woah, Johnny knows finance,” Taeil and Taeyong turned from their conversation to you two. “I didn’t think you were in Finance though?” Taeyong eyebrows pinched together.

Johnny shook his head, his dark hair flying in all different directions, “I was. I took a couple of business classes before switching to journalism. Finance just happened to be one.” Johnny turned back to you slightly, “Just thought I’d try to be some help. You seemed like you were struggling with that problem."

You wanted to glare at him. To tell him that you don’t need any help, especially not his. Who was he to decide that you needed help. Even if he did get you to the right answer he didn’t need to step in. He never had before. You gave him a tense smile, "Thank you, I have an exam today that I’m cramming for."

Johnny smiled back. His less tense and closer to genuine, "No problem, let me know if I can try to help you with something else."

You gave him a slight nod as you went back to your work. "So is that why you transferred here? I didn’t think NCU’s journalism program was that good. Actually, isn’t SMU’s the top program in the region.” Taeyong dipped a french fry in ketchup.

Johnny shrugged as he played with the food still on his plate, “I had no choice, well that’s not completely true, but on a sports team when a player gets injured they become a money hole. It was either stay at SMU and be off the volleyball team or go through PT, transfer, and maybe have a chance of playing again. NCU was just one of the universities that was willing to put me on the roster."

You kept your head ducked as you listened to their conversation. Taeyong had leaned forward, his head now sitting on the table, "So, why NCU? I mean you said this was just one of the options.”

Johnny nodded, “Yeah, it was between here, UofE, and RCU. A guy I knew at SMU said he had a friend that goes here and got me hooked up with him. Just so happens that guy,Jaehyun, was looking for another roommate. Plus, NCU doesn’t have an awful journalism program so I ended up here. To be honest, I like it here much more than SMU."

Taeil nudged your elbow catching your attention. You hummed as you resumed your studying, "You doing okay there?” He peered over you shoulder attempting to read your handwriting.

“Yeah, I think that I should do fine,” you grinned lightly. “I think I was more stressed out about it than I should have been."

He nodded at you before turning back to Johnny, “So you’re here. Now how do you know Taeyong?”

“We met in a photography class! I need it for my electives and Johnny’s specialization is photojournalism,” Taeyong perked up. “We sat by each other Johnny’s first day.” That intrigued you. A memory of Johnny standing in front of you camera flashing and pencil scratching danced around your head.

Johnny hummed as he pushed buttons on his camera, “We have an assignment for still life photography and I asked Tae if he could be my model.”

“You liked photography in High School also,” you hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you had watched as Johnny lit up with talking about his class. The stares that the table gave you told you that you shouldn’t have said that. “Although, your skills as a journalist were shit.” You pulled your backpack from under the table. The book you had open slid closed and into the waiting bag as you panicked. You shouldn’t have said anything.

Johnny fixed you with a look that begged for understanding, “You know that we had a lot of restrictions on what we could write and publish. It all went through the teacher and principals.”

“That didn’t stop you from publishing that article about me now did it,” you hissed. The chair scraped the ground as you stood up. “I bet you loved getting to destroy my name. ‘Volleyball Prodigy Turns Out to be a Fraud’. First article on the sports page.”

Johnny stood up across from you, “Y/n I did not have any-”

“You were the one that interviewed me and used that in the article. Were you not?” You held up a hand to stop him from coming around the table. Johnny opened his mouth to speak, “I don’t want to hear it. You used my pain for your own personal gain. You don’t get to say anything.” You glance up at the ceiling urging the stinging in your eyes to go away. “Taeil, Taeyong thank you for lunch. We’ll have to do this again.” You turned and fled from the table. You had to stop letting him get to you.

Johnny sat heavily on his chair. He ran his hands down his face as he tried to compose yourself. Taeil and Taeyong glared at him from their seats. “I guess I should explain to you how Y/n and I know each other.” Taeil raised an eyebrow at him, “It started in Y/n and my sophomore year of high school.”

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thepeakyfckingblinders · 5 years ago

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The Whore || John Shelby x reader

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Anon requested: “11&19 with John boy? cause I miss him “ (I miss him too, my poor heart aches)

Summary: n.11 & 19 from prompt list: “Please, please, please” + “I’ll burn this fucking place down” Warnings: swearing, a lot of angst, prostitution, nudity, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, misogynistic talk, graphic description of signs of physical abuse

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

So, this request’s been in my mind for ages, and even though I’m not happy with its final part ‘cause it sucks, I’m literally obsessed with this idea, I love it so much that I’ll probably write a long fic about it, right after Contagio, but it will depend on you babes, because, first and froemost, I need to know what you think about this piece. ⤟ IMPORTANT

Please, if you’re a victim of any kind of abuse, talk to someone who can help you, nobody should go through something like that alone.⤟ IMPORTANT

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I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

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Birmingham was somehow silent that night, John noticed the unusually empty streets around him, as his feisty pace easily led him towards a well-known destination, his confident steps resounding in between the damp walls of those sordid blocks made of innumerable overcrowded flats. The unmistakable stench of stagnant urine viciously permeated his nostrils, soon causing a disgusted expression to taint his angelic face, while he avidly took the umpteenth drag of smoke from his Cuban cigar and finally stopped his unceasing walk in front of the most renowned brothel in the entire city. For about three years by then, day after day, his life had been perilously circling the drain: things had got totally out of hand, fate had pitilessly thrown him into profound despair, giving life to an apparently endless spiral of darkness and desolation, which was gradually corroding his fragile self, brutally strangling him, rapaciously plundering each of his already strained vital breaths. And, nevertheless, it was beyond hard to blame him for such catastrophic outcomes, after all, he’d scarcely survived the battlefield, only to find himself with a handful of nothing, left alone to deal with a dead wife and four children to raise on his own, while his guts crawled with excruciating grief and ravenous acrimony for the whole world, having him develop a tendency to self-destruction that was just as concerning as it was well concealed. As a matter of fact, in spite of his private hell, he still remained a Shelby, and a Shelby wasn’t meant to be soft, nor weak, none of them could afford to succumb to their affliction, never, not for a moment. They had to be invulnerable.

Or, at least, they had to look invulnerable, for truth was that John was scared, utterly frightened by all those unmerciful changes. Deep inside he felt like a hopeless, undefended child, forsaken by God and discarded to wander that grim world without any destination other than death and misery, thus his blood boiled with virulence and venom, having his heart clench with blind wrath and his devastated young soul desperately long for sort of any distorted kind of unattached affection. That was basically the main reason why his bed was incessantly warm, or more accurately, warmer than it had always been before, because, needless to say, John Shelby had actually been an authentic ladies’ man since his first cry. His stunning beauty constantly teemed on everyone’s lips in Birmingham, there was not a single woman in the whole town who hadn’t dreamt of sleeping with him at least once in her life. Therefore, John was more than happy to please them all, literally, welcoming them with wide open arms, even during his past marriage; and, on those rare times when no girl went to knock on his door, he had now grown accustomed to seek relief into whorehouses, rather than sleep alone and become an easy prey for his ferocious demons.

So he eventually ended up dropping his smouldering cigar on the uneven asphalt of the most rundown place in Small Heath, “Le Belle Donne”, an Italian house of tolerance, quite dilapidated and about to fall to pieces, but which often happened to have his favourite prostitutes. Indeed, ever since the Peaky Blinders had defeated and subjugated Sabini’s clan, they’d occupied a prominent position among the country, to the point that several other Italian gangs on their territory, including the Changrettas who owned that brothel in particular, had finally given in to the Shelbys. As a direct consequence, to put it simply, John and all his brothers had, in a very real sense, earned the full right to abuse of whatever business the wops held.

“Hey, man!” Johnny resonantly barked as he entered the hall, maintaining a pretty intimidating attitude and a menacing look on purpose, in order to strike even greater fear in his newest flunky. “C’mon, show me what you got” That rough order cunningly glided onto his lower lip, immediately followed by his hot tongue, while his famished gaze travelled around the room, examining the face of each harlot standing there with meticulous attention, without however finding something that could come anywhere close to seriously rapture him. Robert Turrini, the whoremaster, was a bizarre bloke, for his physical appearance could be probably described as both disturbing and amusing: his revortingly corpulent stomach wobbled and his short legs dangerously stumbled, when he made haste to stand up and accommodate his toughest client. “Mr. Shelby, what an honour and a pleasure to have you back!” Those sycophant words fled his moist and malodorous mouth, and nonetheless, his stubby fingers inexorably betrayed his true thoughts, since they were either nervously torturing each other or, as only alternative, convulsively running through his greasy, mangy bangs. “Please, sir, follow me, these are for yokels and boozers, nothing to do with gentlemen like yourself” Once again, Turrini’s shrill fawning tone relentlessly grated his ears, making clear reference to the bunch of second-rate whores who could be found at the entrance; thus the lame pimp quickly moved, his hand anxiously beckoning John to tread upon his heels, then headed towards an eerily narrow corridor, so scanty that it was almost impossible to cross, if not walking on the bias. The secret lounge was illuminated only in part by a squalid red light creating a gruesome atmosphere, a dull silence tyrannically reigned into that small space, although you were not alone, but practically glued to another girl; both sitting on a minuscle sofa, your elbows touching, still none of you dared emit a single sound. Everything felt like lead upon your papier-mâché ribcage, that horrible sensation forcing your traumatized brain to involuntarily keep counting the seconds until that heinous burden would’ve potentially staved in your sternum, definitively annihilating your splintered heart. As a result, when the ramshackle door opened and a high-pitched squeak scraped your skin, you really thought to be about to die. Your torturer made his entrance, and right after him, another man came in, yet you couldn’t spot his face, since the peak of his cap designedly casted a mysterious shadow on it. “These two right here, they're real young, real fresh” Robert flaunted his goods along with a nefarious grin, rubbing his soiled paws with evident greed. “Behold the finest offering of flesh and bone on the market” A sadistic snicker repugnantly accompanied his speech, instantly causing John to frown, visibly disgruntled with the way that man deliberately talked about human beings. Luckily, it was a known fact that the middle Shelby was used to treating his women with all due respect: whether he paid them or not, he always made sure they were comfortable with him and never shrank from giving them some good time as well; therefore, a vexed glare was shot in the direction of his gross interlocutor, before his crystalline eyes briefly fluttered around the place, then bumping into your elegant figure almost at once.

Your bloodstream seemed to benumb on the spot as the stranger’s confident stare entangled yours, his rawboned features being now fully displayed, for he had lifted his chin a little in order to properly look at you, and you only, despite Clarissa’s desperate and petulant attempts to get his attention with malicious smiles and ridiculous pet names. Even though your dazed mind had just been ruthlessly brutalized by the sudden, ablaze assault of his glacial irises, a few moments were enough for you to realize how profoundly different he was from all the low-down rats who usually came through that horrible place.

Each sharp, still somehow delicate, trait of his face was brimming with delicious youthfulness, a less keen eye might have even confounded his freshness with actual naivety, but not yours; you were far too clever to make such a coarse mistake. Furthermore, the midnight-blue posh fabric of the classy suit, remarkably folding his majestic body, left gaunt doubt that he was, in all likelihood, a considerably rich man, which was beyond disorientating you, since the price to pay for some tawdry delight in that brothel was outrageously derisory, to say the least. And ultimately, as much as it killed you to conceive it, he was without question one of the most enchanting men you had ever seen, to the point that you found yourself subconsciously wondering the possible reason why a heavenly creature of his kind would’ve needed to buy a miserable hour of dissembled love.

“There she is” That malleable murmur, filled with longing and gratification, furtively sidled past John’s roseate mouth, as its corners seductively bent upwards and his gaze persevered in its praiseworthy commitment to scrupulously linger your finest shape in sheer adoration. Lace and organdy sublimely merged on the light crimson negligee you were wearing, your immaculate form appeared as a beguiling paradox into his dilated pupils, being your long legs lecherously left exposed, while every inch of your porcelain skin, from your lean neck to your groin, was painstakingly disguised by that unholy material, dark and inscrutable, albeit thin enough to allow him to glimpse the inviting turgidity of your nipples. His breath shuddered in awe when he went back to contemplate your aphrodisiac facial features, flushed cheeks and plump lips having him ache with desire, and then your doe eyes flooded by melancholy, strangling his soul with no mercy, entrenching into his brains the treacherous conviction that, at the end of the day, he would’ve gladly dilapidated his fortune, if only to venerate you from afar. “Oi, sweetheart!” His low voice finally rumbled within the walls of that small space, overwhelmingly vibrating into your abdomen, while you forced yourself to swallow the painful lump obstructing your throat and stand up, promptly responding to his command, aware as you had become that rebelling against your pitiable destiny would’ve served no purpose at all. Holding your client’s hand behind your back, but keeping your head down during the whole route, you silently guided him up the spiral staircase to the best room in the house, like you had previously been instructed by your pimp. His jacket and hat were quickly hung on the apposite coat-rack, leaving his muscular top covered with just his white shirt and blue vest, an alluring grin was flashed in your direction and you detected a libidinous sparkle in his irises, as he healed the rift between you at a slow pace. “What should I call you, sweetheart?” He knowingly used the same flattering pet name once more, whispering that barely audible question into your ear, for he was now behind you: his large hands laid around your waist, gently making your back and his vigorous chest fit together, while his skilled mouth brushed forthwith against your nape, drawing an ardent contrail of ephemeral pecks up until your jaw. “Just y/n” You gasped in response, the marked contrast between his warmth and your bitter cold body, along with crippling dread eating you alive, caused your scrambled stomach to squirm and your eyelids to distressingly shut into a frown. “Well, that’s a pretty good one, I’m John, by the way” A lovely, yet hinted giggle fleetingly filled your ears together with that little compliment; there was no record of mockery in his tone, though, it simply sounded like he wanted to be nice to you, without any aspiration of personal gain, and you almost blushed, caught off guard and no longer used to any form of kindness. Nevertheless, it was a matter of instants before another wet, long kiss was pressed on your jawline, making you startle with evident apprehension and, at a later time, definitively back away from him, as soon as you sensed his touch abandoning your hips only to climb your sides, till he reached for your nightgown’s collar and his fingers began to fiddle with its round buttons. “No, I’ll do it!” You curtly gave notice, as you temporarily lost control of both your speech and actions, placing your hands above his in order to shrug them off, then turning to face him with short breath, your open palms shielding you. “I got it” A noticeably softer voice supplanted your preceding rudeness once you gradually metabolised how much damage your incautious reaction could’ve done.

“Aye, aye, darling, as you wish” But John just chuckled, tenderly humouring you, while his forearms jokingly lift in surrender to your commands, although, truth be told, your strange behaviour had left him a bit bewildered, well-nigh confused. Carefully moving backwards, he cockily made himself comfortable on the edge of the double bed, sitting right in front of you with splayed legs, his yearning stare never deflecting from you, and started to unbutton his waistcoat along with his shirt and undershirt, until his statuesque torso was completely nude, in all its glory, as the moon transpired through the curtains and shed its faint rays on his every contour, superbly enhancing all of his muscles.

Without reprieve, he ogled up at you in pure adoration, devastatingly astonished afresh by your dazzling beauty, eager to feel your afire flesh around his, literally hanging on your every word or move, while a provocative smirk steadily rippled his lips. Still, he kept questioning why a seraphic vision like you was slowly withering away in that authentic hell on heart, adamantly squandering your blush of youth amidst that rabble of unrestrained putridity. It made absolutely no sense, and he couldn’t get rid of that pernicious thought haunting his mind ever since he had first seen you: you looked nervous, extremely defensive, almost paralyzed with fear; you seemed so different from all the whores he’d had before, hence his instincts, however obfuscated with cupidity, were screaming that something was wrong. And when he watched you turn your back on him again, so to avoid his penetrating gaze as you reluctantly got undressed, it was enough for him to understand that his execrable hunch was right. Nevertheless, by the time his head managed to eventually reconnect to his mouth, it was already too late, the soft textile of your nightdress ineluctably fell to your feet, leaving you naked under his starving leer.

John choked on his own breath; for the very first time, he felt like a fledgling kid at his earliest experience, no matter if nothing could be further form the truth, in some turbid, cryptic way, you were able to make him vulnerable. His craw went hellishly dry while he continued to gape at you in awe, the sinuous curves of your flawless glutes, the meandering line of your superlatively arched back covered in part by your soft hair, your tensed shoulders and your refined legs, everything about you caused his mind to go entirely black, words stifling in his throat. Yet, as soon as you moved to face him and his sight was blessed with the full view of your voluptuous figure, something altered the light in his cerulean eyes, suddenly making it dark and gloomy. His jaw slightly dropped under the weight of that violent dismay: in conjunction, an obnoxious sense of nausea cruelly shot him in the gut and blind anger virulently assailed him, for your front bust was completely martyrized.

“What the hell...” That unmeant babble died in the gelid air, his shocked orbs demarcating the strokes of your damaged silhouette: your neck and collarbone were horridly plastered with several violet fingerprints, as if someone had mercilessly strangled you over and over, greenish bruises with the shape of full palms circled both your arms, there were conspicuous signs of ligature around your tiny wrists. Worse still, his eyelids had to squeeze a little in order to bring into focus the multiple oxblood dots stigmatizing your soft breasts, until he noticed in horror how those round specks were effectively cigarettes burns; all of the oxygen bluntly withdrew from his lungs, when he dwelled on the multiple blue and black marks barbarically desecrating the protuberances of your ribs. But what irremediably drove him over the edge were the two ghastly scars digging stretched grooves in your lower stomach, in parallel with your bulging pelvic bones and down almost to your livid groin.

Prey of that deleterious humiliation, you observed raw disgust contaminating his features and, with no apparent reason, the dormant hatred you had for yourself began to ferment inside your belly. “I-I’m sorry” you forced yourself to swallow your imminent tears, unexpectedly, the awareness of not being able to please him somehow inflicted more suffering on your mangled soul “If I’m not to your taste, y-you can...” The young man quickly stood up and, before you had the chance to finish your nonsensical sentence, he readily grabbed his shirt, approaching you with dispatch, his cold irises burning with an implausible mixture of fury and concern. “I don’t fucking care right now” His voice was unsteady, rolling down his tongue in fatigued panting, as his hands hastened to wrap his shirt around your shoulders, his trembling fingers struggling to put the buttons through the eyelets “Who did this to you?” In truth, he was talking to himself rather than with you, noticeable impatience worsening his mad tone, yet you persistently steered clear of his inquiring look, more than determined to keep your mouth shut, forasmuch as your dizzy head was already helplessly spinning, along with your heart rabidly hammering against your sore ribcage. You were having a hard time figuring out what was going on, everything around you was so confused, you didn’t even know whether to trust him or not, you only wanted to close your eyes and forget about that lucid nightmare. “I’m not asking you, for fuck’s sake! Tell me who it was!” That searing order tersely brought you back to reality and cleared how easily his rash temper could reemerge; indeed, all of a sudden, no trace was left of that kind, cheerful boy who earlier that night had succeeded in making you genuinely blush, on the contrary, when he cupped your cheeks and vehemently shook you, in a desperate effort to get your attention, his rough, authoritative command unbendingly hit you, and the sweet child within him ended up being thoroughly smothered by the scary, ruthless gangster that he truly was. That unforeseen contact had your feet automatically stagger backwards, your eyes fell to your tiptoes and your teeth started skewering your lower lip, while your exhausted brain resorted to its last ounce of strength, thereby obligating you to spit out a bit of your sorrow. “Three months ago, the man I once called father sold me to settle one of his debts with the Italians” Your thorax seemed to shrink to the point of absurdity once you became aware that it was essentially the first time you allowed yourself to say it all out loud. However, the presence of that compassionate stranger still represented for you a substantial barrier to surmount, leading your unquiet glance to franticly move from the grime on the floor, to the broken window on your left, anywhere, but never daring to meet his. “ I tried to run away, I swear I did, but they always caught me and-”

A large knot callously plugged the bottom of your palate, causing you to hesitate for a minute, gently rubbing your own arms, in attempt to comfort yourself . “Robert has a short fuse, he g-gets pretty brutal when you don’t cooperate” Those disenchanted considerations carried an involuntary grin, it was nothing more than a spasm, but hid the unmistakable sign of an imminent cry, and John’s attentive irises certainly did not let it go unnoticed, yet he chose to stay quiet, because the last thing he would’ve wanted in that crucial moment was to scare you even more. “He beat me to death, each time harder than the time before, and then he let those men-... He-e kept me tied to that bed for days to teach me a lesson” Copious tears were now unremittingly streaming down your flushed face, your heart aching with raw affliction, preventing you from breathing properly, one of your palms instinctively went to cover the space between your breasts, in a vain whirl to ease that excruciating grief. “Oh, God” John simply sighed, he was precariously theetering on the verge of tears as well, thick veins untamedly pumped in the proximity of his temples, till his solid shape ruinously keeled over the longest side of the bed, his elbows piercing his own thighs, as he hid behind his clenched fists and finally permitted himself to indulge a couple of muffled sobs. Innumerable atrocities had clouded his eyes and soul during his brief life, he himself was capable of unspeakable acts of cruelty, still, that was absolutely intolerable, hearing your story was taking a terrible toll on him. Try as he might, he couldn’t conceive how somebody could have been so hopelessly evil, to abuse in such a heinous way a defenseless creature as pure as you were. That thought was irretrievably disturbing him, rancorously eroding his bowels, almost depriving him of his sanity.

“U-until I stopped fighting them” Your last, indescribably anguished whisper struck the fatal blow, it unrelentingly plunged into his chest, sending an unbearable jolt of pain through his poisoned veins. For a brief instant, his expression, together with yours, harshly turned into a mask made of neat despair, as if your synapsis had been ravelled and both of you were enduring the exact same ache, at the exact same moment.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” Then, all at once, something apopletic inside him violently detonated, he berserkly stood up, roughly tripping over the beside table and everything placed on it. “Fucking kill that filthy bastard with my own two hands, bloody hell!” His hoarse yells made your bruised skin cringe and his furious steps covered the whole length of the room in the space of a scant minute; he was literally seething with murderous fits of rage, teeth grinding with irrepressible choler. “No!” your desperate voice erupted afresh and you hurried to reach for him, your hands unconsciously enveloping his cheekbones “Please, please, John, please, stop!” For the first time, his name slipped out of your aching throat in between those pathetic pleads, your wrists forced him to look at you, in attempt to dissuade him from his homicidal purposes; the mere thought of the potential disastrous consequences to his calamitous ire totally asphyxiated you, rampant panic assaulted your frail mind and, soon after, you found yourself hyperventilating and simultaneously rambling a bunch of incoherent words, your fingers gradually tightening their grip on him. “He’s gonna get so angry at me, he’s gonna- he-he’s...” “I’m a fucking Shelby, he does not draw a damn breath unless I say so” He firmly grabbed your chin with just two of his fingers, guiding your depleted pupils to entirely focus on his confident stare, and he growled that undisputable fact a span away from your nose. Petrified by that new awareness, you fell utterly silent, only gawking in his direction, while he put his undershirt back on with ease and rapidly grasped his cap. “Just stay here, do you hear me? Don’t move until I come back” An incandescent kiss was impulsively pressed to your forehead, no other words were spent, before he disappeared behind the door of your private hell. When your persecutor saw his special guest unyieldingly storming towards his desk with a truculent expression exuding fervent disappointment, he jumped on his feet, ready to find a solution to whatever problem had possibly arisen; one thing was sure, he never would’ve guessed what was about to happen. “Mr. Shelby, what’s wron-” John’s fist savagely collided with his jaw, nipping his cloying speech in the bud, without giving Turrini a second to process what was going on, another punch pitilessly smote him, and then another one, and then another, until hot, plenteous blood gushed from his multiple wounds. “You son of a bitch” Animalistic groans left his rabid maws, sheer hate rushing through his brains, as he violently tossed him to the ground, immediately beginning to kick his torso with all of his brute force. “Mercy! I beg of you, sir, have mercy!” His victim’s prayers and harrowing screams barely titillated his ears, everything he could think about was your tragically marred body, hence an unbridled desire to give him a taste of his own medicine completely took over. “Where was your mercy when you were torturing her?” Expertely holding his hat in the most efficient way, in a fury, John went down on his sacrificial lamb, promptly disfiguring just one side of his face, in order to take a quite theatrical pause from his wicked work.

“When she was imploring you to stop?” Robert was now crying out loud, overwhelmed by that merciless agony, reduced to just invoke the glacial scynt of death, since nothing in his entire miserable existence had ever caused him more intense pain, than the coarse perception of a finely sharpened razorblade brutishly lacerating his flesh once more, inch by inch.

“Now bend your ear to this” despite his wrenching laments, John rudely lift him up by seizing the blood stained collar of his jacket “if anyone else but me goes near her fucking room again, I’ll burn this fucking place down!” And with that first, deadly threat the pimp’s head was brutally slammed into the wall, an umpteenth whine of contrition escaping his mouth filled with blood, nevertheless, no time was left for redemption.

“You lay a finger on her again” his skull was doggedly crashed into the bricks once again, a crimson spatter smeared the pale plaster covering them “I will break your neck” John’s knuckles clasped, having his red right hand effectively strenghten its hold on his neck, nearly killing him on the spot. However, fortunately for the whoremaster, Johnny would’ve not put an end to his sufferings, nor he could've simply taken you away, deep inside, he knew he needed to discuss it with his family, first and foremost, with Thomas, for the unstable equilibrium reached by the Peaky Blinder was far too fragile to start a new war against the Italians. Thus, with great difficulty, he forced himself to keep his mind clear and put a lid on his beastly instinct. “From now on, no one of you dirty swines is allowed to even look at her” Throwing him to the floor, the middle Shelby delivered one last kick straight to his fat abdomen, and disrespectfully spit on him, marking with his salt slaver the end of his brutalized prey’s calvary. “By order of the Peaky Blinders” As soon as the crackling door snapped open, your heart seemed to explode, your eyelids bolted with pure fear, whilst you pulled your knees closer to your clavicles, an ancient prayer lingering your lips together with heavy breaths, as you prepared for the worst. But the worst never came. “Y/n, hey, calm down. It’s all right” John’s husky voice echoed in your ears, and, you could’ve sworn it, that was, without the slightest doubt, the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Your head abruptly tilted in his direction, an oxymoric mixture of fear and hope twinkling into your watery irises, deep pants still rocking your tiny self. “It’s me, it’s just me” Keeping his arms up to indicate his innocuous purpose, he carefully approached you. Almost immediately, you noticed the several scarlet handprints staining his pale top, eloquent sign that he had tried to wipe his palms on that ivory material as best as he could. Yet, you were so profoundly relieved to see his friendly face, that, to be honest, the sight of fresh blood didn’t upset you at all. It was like you had fallen into a fugue state, every single thing around you was so distant, your numb senses were only able to concentrate on John’s lean silhouette kneeling in front of you. “ No one will hurt you anymore, darling” his hands gently went to caress your thighs, while his worried gaze tirelessly sought yours and he spoke those soft, reassuring words “You need to trust me”. And you did want to put all of your faith in that young man. His delicate flair easily awakened you from that ostensible slumber, building a rousing fire inside your belly; without a thought about your unforeseen actions, you threw your arms around his strong neck, your knees producing a dry sound as they collided with the wooden pavement, still you didn’t care and you held him tight, letting out loud cries and drowning into his muscular chest, finally revelling in the feeling of that warm embrace. Soon, he entangled his callous fingers with your velvety locks, subconsciously narrowing his solid shoulders, as to shield your frangible figure from the outside world. “I'll get you out of here soon, I promise”

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smokeybrandreviews · 4 years ago

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Smokey brand Movie Reviews: I Like Toast 'Ems

I love Jennifer’s Body. I’m on record singing this thing’s praises from the top of my lungs. I honestly believe this is one of Megan Fox’s best performances. She loved this part and it really shows. I was one of the few who saw this thing in theaters way back when, it came out on my birthday so the narcissism demanded i partake, but i was wholly surprised by what was presented. When the reviews came out, i was stunned because they did not reflect the film i had watched. Over time, the appreciation for this movie has grown considerably and with Fox experiencing a ind of career resurgence, i wanted to revisit her best role thus far. Plus, there’s an unrated edition of this thing that i didn’t even know existed so i wanna check that out anyway. IS the Unrated version worth a watch? Let’s find out.

The Good

I have to commend the direction in this flick, it’s absolutely superb. The choices made in constructing this story were right right on the money. There is a definite female energy which permeates every scene, which is makes sense considering the source material. Karyn Kusama did an excellent job putting this film together.

This thing’s soundtrack is kind of amazing. It’s weird hearing Florence + The Machine, Hot Chip, Black Kids, and Hole in such a mainstream movie but i dig it hard. I’m such a f*cking hipster, man...

The dialogue in this sh*t is not anything a proper teenager would say, but i still love every bit of it. It’s ridiculous and campy and ridiculously charming. Diablo Cody has a knack for that. It’s not realistic in any sense, old suits in stuffy boardrooms would say otherwise, it’s still quaint in it’s own right.

Look, i give the dialogue in this thing the most sh*t, but the writing is actually pretty tight. Diablo Cody is brilliant at her craft. Juno was amazing and so is Jennifer’s Body. It’s weird that her career kind of petered out there at the turn of the decade. I mean, it didn’t, but it definitely felt that way. Cody has written some dope sh*t since Jennifer Body. Both Young Adult and Tully were great, but even so, it’s like she just disappeared. I guess that is the fleeting nature of being the “It” in Hollywood.

I was talking about this the other day, but Megan Fox is outstanding as Jennifer Check. She has this smarmy, arrogant, sultry energy about her and it just permeates the entire character. Fox humanizes the monster in Check, in spite of this try-hard dialogue. This is easily the best role i have ever seen Fox in and she deserves more visibility. Ma has the talent to be great in this industry, all she needs in the opportunity.

Amanda Seyfried is, arguably, the linchpin of this entire narrative. I love how she brought a deceptive frailty to Anita “Needy” Lesnicky. I’ve been a huge fan of Seyfried since i saw her in Mean Girls and have followed her career ever since. She’s made interesting choices, Lovelace and Chloe immediately come to mind, but Needy is easily my favorite in her filmography. That said, it’s super weird watching Seyfried pretend to be the frumpy friend.

I really like this cast. There’s a few standouts, outside of the two leads, but it’s chock full of great performances from a pretty legitimate ensemble. I was surprised by a few but, overall, this thing feels like everyone fits their roles perfectly.

It’s hilarious that Adam Brody is considered a sex symbol in this flick. He plays the murderous Nikolai Wolf, the whole reason Jennifer got possessed in the first place. This sh*t is definitely a product of it’s time.

Kyle Galner is his greasy, creepy, self as always. This time, he’s a scuzzy wannabe rocker named Colin Grey. I don’t know what that dude looks like after a bath. Every character I've ever seen him play, always seems so sticky.

Speaking of out-of-place cameos, f*cking Chris Pratt is in this thing! Andy “Star-Lord” Dwyer, himself! He’s the douchebag almost-cop. I can’t believe i didn’t make that connection until now.

I would be remiss if i didn’t the great J.K. Simmons. Dude is Jennifer and Needy’s teacher, Mr. Wrobleski. Dude isn’t in this too much but what we do see of him, is dope. As always. That guy is the king of cameos.

So Johnny Simmons is in this. He plays Needy’s boyfriend, Chip Dove. Dude is kind of forgettable but i think that’s the point. The thing is, i know this dude from something else but i couldn’t place it for the longest time. Then it hit me like a truck; Young Neil. He played Young Neil in Scott Pilgrim! Which is hilarious because Chip Dove is literally the same character.

I really like this story. I don’t go for the teen drama too much but this one does a great job of supplanting that with actual, interpersonal, conflict. Jennifer’s Body isn’t a horror story. It isn’t a gore fest. It’s not some vapid, superficial, teenage wasteland of a flick. This is a character study. It’s an expose of growing up and growing apart. This is coming to terms with a broken heart and a lost love. This is a proper, character driven, tragedy and i love it.

The Verdict

Look, i love Jennifer’s Body. That is no secret. it’s not a surprise. High recommend. This review is more for the “unrated version” of the movie. That little bit is actually wildly misleading. There isn’t any extra violence, you don’t get to see Fox’s boobs, it’s not really “unrated.” It’s actually closer to a directors cut than anything. As far as a recut, this thing is awesome. I think i prefer this version over the theatrical but both versions are still great. Megan Fox gives an amazing performance as the demon possessed lead, while Seyfried is exceptional was the evolving heroine. The story is a little cliche but the characters are more than enough to keep you hooked. Jennifer’s Body is a gem and it’s a proper shame it didn’t get the shine it deserved upon it’s original release. If you have time to kill, and considering we’re about to go round two in quarantine so you just might, give it another shot. I think you’ll be charmed.

#Jennifer's Body #Megan Fox #Amanda Seyfried #Smokey brand Movie Reviews

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moondustaeil · 5 years ago

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monologue , Jung Jaehyun

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ⋅ monologue

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⠀ about

⋅ genre : song fic : angst (more like sad)

⋅ characters : Jaehyun x fem!reader

⋅ word count : 3.1k

⋅ note : Inspiration from Monologue (Kim Jongkook x Lee Taeil i’m addicted to taeil) , time skips + announced flashbacks.

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⠀ summary

⋅ Jaehyun had never been able to confess his feelings towards you, when someone else came into the picture he can see that you’re in love with the other guy. Jaehyun never told you about his feelings, and had to let you go.

⠀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ? ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ⠀ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

Jaehyun heard some laughter in the grocery store that he was walking in, the cart that he was pushing was left where Doyoung was searching for ingredients. His feet dragged him out of the aisle to look for the familiar sound: a sound that he could recognize everywhere, and a sound that once sounded like music to his ears. The sound that he hadn’t heard for a month because that was how long it had been since he had last seen you. And the laughter wasn’t something that was heard over the occasional text you sent each other.

The laughter got louder as he got closer to the right aisle. Slowly he peeked around the corner from where he had heard the sound, his eyes meeting a couple that was playfully fighting over a packet of cookies. Soon, it wasn’t that what he was focusing on: it was you that he had his eyes on.

You looked so happy and the cute laughing that fell from your lips was something that confirmed those feelings even more. Even though he felt as if he had never been able to make you this happy, he didn’t feel any hate towards the guy who you were with. Clearly, he could make you smile, he could make you happy. Jaehyun could only watch when you retrieved the packet of cookies after you had given the other guy a small kiss on his lips.

His feet slumped back to where he left Doyoung and Taeil standing with the cart, only to see Doyoung with those scolding and yet sympathetic eyes. “It was her, right?” Doyoung asked as he got closer to his younger friend, Jaehyun could only nod and raise his head so that tears couldn’t fall down his cheeks. He licked over his dry lips as if that would make it easier for him to speak about what he had seen, yet only one thing managed to slip out.

“She looks happy”

⠀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

{fb.}You smiled as you stood in the coffee place together with two men, which was a strange occasion and you were sure people would give you some looks for that. But somehow, while being outside with Jaehyun, you ran into the person that you had a crush on for a little while now.

And the three of you decided to go for coffee, just because you thought it was a nice occasion for the two men to get to know each other better. If you would ever get further with your crush then maybe he and Jaehyun could be something like friends, or you could still be like a mini squad.

“Tell me about yourself” Your crush had said to Jaehyun and Jaehyun was about to tell his name and just some basic information. Nothing special as he wasn’t even going to mention the connection he had with you. But, before he could even properly part his lips, you spoke up and decided to do it for him instead. “This is my best friend, Jaehyun. We’ve been friends for so long” you said as a proud smile displayed on your lips.

Jaehyun couldn’t speak anymore even though his lips were still slightly parted from the speaking he was supposed to do less than a minute ago. But there was nothing he could do, no protests he could make when you said those words. Even though to him, you were more than just his best friend. To you, he was not more than just your best friend. He swallowed away the words he had wanted to say and watched you and your crush talking more: sometimes he tried to involve himself, only to grow quieter as time passed on. {fb end.}

⠀ ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ⠀ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ⠀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

“Goodnight”

Everyone went to their rooms as they had gotten themselves ready for the night. But then there was Jaehyun who had already been in bed since the early afternoon, still wearing the same sweatpants that he was wearing two days ago. His hair hadn’t been brushed or washed for an entire week: leaving it greasy and somewhat untamed. The members had no idea when they had last seen him well and healthy in the living room: he only came out for food and even that was something he ignored after one bite. It was quiet in the dorm at a late hour like this, even in Jaehyun’s room since the man rarely uttered out words these days.

Jaehyun continued to write lyrics through the early part of the night, droplets of tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the sheet of paper that he was holding. A tear landed right on your name that he had scribbled down in the corner of the paper, turning your name unrecognizable under the wetness. Anger overtook him when he thought about you being in bed with your boyfriend at this moment: while he was here, the lyrics on his paper were so sad that they seemed to be written with the blood of his broken heart.

He looked down at the written words but an angry line now covered them, or just made them even more eye-catching. The piece of paper was crumbled into a deformed ball as the lyrics he wrote, were rather things he would write poetically in his diary. His voice no longer was made for singing, not talking. His eyes looked upon the paper once again, even though the crumbled paper made the words less recognizable, the eye-catching words still remained. ‘I love you’

Abruptly, the door of his bedroom was opened and the bright light turned on instead of the gloomy-colored moodlight. “Leave me alone!” Jaehyun said before anyone had the chance to touch him, but no one listened to the one thing he requested. Taeyong and Taeil were already sitting on the edge of the bed: Taeyong tried to wrap his arms around Jaehyun for a hug while Taeil just began to whisper comforting words. “Just leave me! She did so too” Jaehyun said and broke himself free from the light embrace that he was held in, even if it took him a lot of effort.

Jaehyun laid on his bed, curling up his body to make himself as small as possible. Tears fell down rapidly and they were unstoppable at this point. The loud sobs echoed through the room and he could almost hear how his heart’s last full piece broke as well. He hadn’t seen you in another month now and all of the members were sure that the breaking point was no point, but an entire road instead.

Taeyong’s arms once again wrapped around Jaehyun’s body, while Taeil moved Jaehyun’s head carefully so that it was resting on the oldest boy’s thigh. It was a weird sight but it was one of the only ways to get Jaehyun to sleep, even though even then Jaehyun cried himself to sleep. “I guess I should have told her” Jaehyun mumbled before his exhausted eyes closed.

That night, the tears lulled him to sleep.

⠀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ⠀ ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ

Jaehyun’s eyes were on the bright resolution of his phone screen, ignoring the wallpaper of you as he unlocked the device. The notification of you posting a picture to your Instagram was immediately clicked on by him. As soon as the App opened itself, the picture started to load underneath your username.

The caption was romantic enough for Jaehyun to know what was going on, but he didn’t back away because he just didn’t have the mind and strength to do so. Once the picture loaded, he saw you but also saw your boyfriend next to you: both of you sat on the bench in the park, looking at each other with the imaginary heart eyes that the fitting emoji in the captions had too.

When he looked away from the picture, it was only because a dm from you had settled itself down in his Instagram inbox. He stared at the text for a little while, going over towards his dm’s but didn’t open them at all, he just stared at the messages for a little while, even though the only thing he could see was the one that you had sent him.

Against the advice of the other members, he still opened the dm and stared at the full text that you had sent towards him. It took another few seconds before he put the letters together and started to read them: his eyes scanning over them slowly as if it took him much effort to read.

‘hiiii Jae, wanna go to the cinema tomorrow. bf/n isn’t home, so I thought we could hang out together. I miss you :( ‘

Jaehyun looked at the small text and wished he was able to focus on the latter part of the text. But the only thing he could see was that you were just doing this before your boyfriend wasn’t home, in his eyes meaning that you wouldn’t have texted him if your boyfriend actually was home to keep you entertained.

He wondered if he was supposed to reply to he text but wasn’t sure, the members would tell him to delete the dm and forget about you, but his heart wanted to say yes so bad. He was supposed to be strong, but in reality, he was weak.

‘I can’t. Sorry, maybe next time’

The words were typed in his strongest moment and yet he wasn’t strong enough to press the blue send button. He closed his eyes and just pressed his fingers onto his screen a couple of times, and when he opened them again, he noticed how the message was sent.

His feelings were out in the open but kept locked up behind the vague reply over social media. Something he was grateful for, as he wanted to hide his feelings.

⠀ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ ⠀ ᴍʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ

“It will make you feel a lot better,” Johnny said as he sat next to Jaehyun on the edge of the bed. Jaehyun’s phone clutched tightly into his hands as he tried to listen to Johnny’s advice. His eyes went up to Doyoung who was standing in front of him and seeing Doyoung nod made him know that all of the guys had the same advice for him.

Jaehyun didn’t unlock his phone to do what the others had adviced him to do, he just couldn’t do it yet. It was too hard to suddenly get rid of every little thing that reminded him of you, or that gave him the memories of you.

“I’ll do it for you,” Johnny said and was about to take the phone out of Jaehyun’s tight grip, but Jaehyun only moved his hands away from Johnny’s reach and shook his head. If anyone could delete you from his life, then it was he who had to do it and not the others. “I’ll do it myself” He mumbled towards the older guys in the room.

Slowly, he unlocked his phone with his fingerprint, shielding the others from seeing his lockscreen of you and him together in happy times. He went to his contacts and rapidly deleted your contact from the device, his instinct had taken over at that moment as he himself would have hesitated for another few hours before actually doing so. “It’s gone” He claimed but didn’t give an eye towards the people that lured him into doing this.

“Jaehyun, we all know that it’s not gone. You follow her on social media, and your gallery is filled with pictures of her.” Doyoung said instead of Johnny, Johnny was slightly more aware that his friend needed time to delete everything. While Doyoung thought it was better if everything was deleted from Jaehyun’s life immediately. Jaehyun swallowed as soon as he heard the words: of course it was obvious that he had dedicated a part of his life to you, and couldn’t just get rid of the memories and evidence of that.

His eyes went to Johnny and then to Jaehyun, filling with tears for the third time that day as he continued looking at his friends. His lips were parted as he wanted to speak while his fingers blindly went towards his gallery already: the place where more than eighty percent of the memories were stored. One glance down at a picture of the two of you having happy and silly times together and his words were on the tip of his tongue.

“my love story won’t come true, right?”

He asked the words towards his friends but also partly to himself, a question that was answered by his mind but his mind often dared to tell him lies at these moments, which was why he was also in need of his friends to help. Even if their help, was more hurtful than soothing.

“it’s time for you to leave her now”

⠀ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ⠀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

For the first time in three long months, Jaehyun had left the familiar dorm and went outside again. It was as if he had never been outside before: the colors were so vivid and bright, the sounds around him were so loud, and the people around him carried on with their lives even though his life had been standing still.

“Let’s go, we’re getting coffee first and then we will just sit in the park for a little while” Jaehyun heard the voices of Yuta And Johnny in the background. But it was Doyoung who was actually speaking to him instead. “Mark recommended this place because he’s been here before” Doyoung added towards his already explanation of what they were going to do. But Jaehyun didn’t really care about coffee, neither did he care about Mark’s love for the particular coffee.

Yet, his feet followed behind the others slowly. Just walking with them as Doyoung used his senses to get to the right place, sometimes muttering small directions to himself that Mark had given him before they left. Jaehyun didn’t realize it, but it actually did him well to be outside. His body finally got fresh air, and the way that he had to actually take care of himself before coming here, was something that his body secretly was very grateful for.

The walk was longer than expected but no one complained, the others seemed to be talking about eating pancakes after they had sat in the park for a little while and Jaehyun just hummed as a sign that he didn’t really care what they did. As long as he could be in silence or didn’t have to be the one making decisions.

Once the four of them had gotten coffee, they all headed towards the park and looked for a bench to sit on, seeing the grass was still a little too wet to sit on. “I will ask if we can sit there,” Jaehyun said as he mentioned towards two people who were seated on a bigger bench, a bench that the four of them could still sit on with the couple, even if it was slightly awkward. Jaehyun said those words, just to be away from his worrying friends for a little while even if he didn’t care that they didn’t have a spot to sit at.

He approached the couple from behind but decided to go towards them more so that they could see him while he was asking them the question. His head for once hadn’t been hanging low as he was feeling relieved for a couple of seconds. As soon as he was in front of the couple, he let out a soft sigh. “Excuse me,” he said first as he looked at the couple, but hadn’t realized how it was you in front of him until he heard your hum.

His eyes met yours and immediately the following words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat. They were forgotten and instead he nearly spilled out the three words that he had always wanted to say to you. Before that could happen, his three friends were already by his side.

Jaehyun had dreaded so much to say the words, he had always wanted to say the words before and now they were on the tip of his tongue as well. It would be better for him that he could say the words: maybe it would be a step towards getting rid of the heavy heart, maybe it would end the process of mourning he had gone through.

No one spoke for a couple of seconds, it was awfully quiet aside from the surrounding people around you having small talks or children already playing with each other. It was as if everyone was waiting for either you or Jaehyun to speak up: after all, it was you two playing a starring role in the story.

⠀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ⠀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ

The silence seemed to continue for a little while as you and Jaehyun looked at each other, eyes intense but yet his seemed more broken than yours were. In your eyes, he could see the happiness which your boyfriend made you feel.

Johnny, Yuta, and Doyoung seemed to get slightly uncomfortable in the silence, just like your boyfriend. Although neither you or Jaehyun noticed that because of the immersion you two felt. It nearly seemed as if it was just the two of you in the world, the rest disappeared into the background.

“Jaehyun”

The words made his eyes shift to your boyfriend for a second even though it was you who had said his name. He had missed the way you would say his name, and had missed the way your voice sounded in general. But your voice got him back to the real world: a world where you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

The switch in his mind was unexpected but suddenly it was as if all of the cracks in his heart started to slowly puzzle themselves back together. It didn’t make his heart less broken but at least some pieces still managed to mend themselves at that moment. A smile appeared on his lips, the first smile in all of those months. A heart-wrenching smile that still held the genuine feelings he had for you, directed straight towards you. Right before he turned away from the person that used to be his life, he offered the last one and only thing he could do for you.

“Goodbye y/n, I hope you can forever be happy”

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earthrealmlesbian · 5 years ago

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Cassie x Frost?

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? Cassie makes the mistake of rocking the seats. She doesn't even go crazy but her fate is sealed. Frost gets startled by it then immediately seeks revenge by shaking them hard enough to make Cassie scream and hold on for dear life.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Cassie has a pretty high sex drive! She's not really into sex in crazy places though so she'll wait till they're behind closed doors. She's down for making out in riskier places however.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? They.....don't shower together almost ever. Cassie likes scalding hot showers and Frost is a demon that likes hers cold. (it started as a training thing and now she's genuinely hooked) Sometimes they'll compromise and run the shower at a normal temp specifically so they can enjoy sexy times.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Cassie likes to walk around in a training bra and boxer shorts pretty often or nude straight out of the shower until she's dry. Frost complains that she's not gonna be ready in an emergency or if they get attacked. Cassie laughs it off. She's ready to start swinging irregardless.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Cassie. Frost doesn't ask her to but she saw Johnny do it often enough growing up and thinks it's just the thing to do if you need space after an argument. It doesn't happen often since they're usually able to hash it out but if things get serious Cassie is on the couch until Frost calms down and asks her to come back to bed.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Both though Frost is hesitant to admit it at first. Cassie takes pictures of everything but she's got a folder dedicated to pictures of Frost making cute sleeping faces.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? (This got long oops) Frost in both cases. Frost stewed in her feelings for Cassie for awhile. She was mad at herself for wanting her so bad when she was supposed to be concentrating on her training ( Kuai Liang please have a talk with your child) and refused to act on her feelings for a long time. Cassie was smitten too but respected that Frost seemed hesitant to act. They were sparring one day when the dam broke. Frost managed to pin Cassie who was laughing way too much for someone that just lost a match. Frost couldn't even be mad because she realized then just how much she wanted whatever they had to keep going. She admitted she loved Cassie before she could lose her nerve. Cassie jokes she should have let herself get manhandled sooner if she wanted to get Frost to make a move.

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Cassie. She visits the Lin Kuei temple often enough and sweaters are a necessity so she'll steal one of Frost's. "You could just bring your own if you know you're visiting." Cassie says she (conveniently) forgot.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Cassie won't wake Frost up from what little sleep she gets because she values her life. Frost has awful insomnia though so if Cassie wakes from a dream and finds her awake then she'll tell her about it. Frost rarely has nightmares because she rarely sleeps. Cassie unfortunately has nightmares often. Headcanon that Kuai Liang is a great singer and would sing to Frost in private to soothe the raw edges of her nerves when her temper flaired. (fuck you nrs, Kuai Liang cares) She picked up the habit and does the same for Cassie to get her back to sleep.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? (at games) Cassie and it drives Frost up the wall. Johnny taught Cassie how to be the most merciless cheater at every game he knows. Card games, board game, shitty playground games that kids go hogwild for. Doesn't matter. He taught her how to cheat her way to victory. Frost didn't even know you could cheat at monopoly and yet! Cassie manages.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Cassie teases Frost all the time about it. She thinks it's especially funny considering how many months Frost pined after her. Frost gets flustered about it and grumbles how they've been together a long time and to quit being a brat.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? Cassie but Frost gets into it to since she's a sucker for competition. She starts freezing food into little bullets though and then all hell really breaks loose.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Cassie can't sing well but boy does she try. Sometimes she'll get lucky and Frost will join in but only in private and she grumbles about it. She's thankfully a better singer.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? Frost likes to look like a hardass but she actually enjoys physical affection. Cassie's more keen on initiating but Frost will usually oblige If they're not walking around the temple. If they're out shopping Frost will hook a thumb into Cassie's belt loop to keep her close. It's sort of a protective gesture. Neither do butt grabbing unless they're home alone.

15) Who writes the others name on their wrist? Neither though Cassie might doodle Frost's name during boring meetings.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Neither. They're embarrassing. Just.....no. Cassie is louder in bed.

17) Who is more protective? Cassie. Her parents, Uncle Jax and Raiden* were all fiercely protective growing up. She learned to be the same. That's just what you do for your loved ones as far as she's concerned.

*Raiden has good uncle/grandpa energy and I'll die on that hill*

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Frost. She sits awake long after Cassie falls asleep most nights. She'll discuss Lin Kuei drama or upcoming missions.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? Cassie drives! Not terribly surprisingly.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Cassie is the one to fall asleep on Frost's lap more often than not. Frost might grumble a bit but she thinks it's endearing. She'll carry Cassie gently to bed when it happens. Frost will nap (don't tell the grandmaster) on Cassie's lap once in a blue moon.

21) Who cuts the others hair? Frost will trim Cassie's hair if she asks but Frost's haircut requires a bit more than Cassie knows how to do so she'll go to a barber.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? Frost isn't awful at sexting but it's embarrassing for her to try so she generally doesn't. She prefers to dirty talk in person where she can actually do the things she's talking about. Cassie likes to send cute little messages throughout the day. Frost kinda likes that Cassie thinks about her often enough to send them.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of losing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Both have struggled in the past with feelings of inadequacy. While they're confident women in their own right, they both have moments were insecurity bleeds through. Sometimes they'll look at each other and think "Damn, she's on a whole other level than me." They're quick to reassure each other in those momenta. Both deal with loss pretty well but Frost definitely loses more sleep thinking about Cassie dying on a mission.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Cassie initiates dancing of any kind. Frost can dance but she's stiff so it's not something they do often. Frost always conveniently puts an end to it quick by picking Cassie up for kisses.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? Frost, honey, I'm so sorry you're dating the daughter of Johnny Cage. Cassie learned from the master. Not the sex jokes, but the puns. God the puns. The internet taught her the sex jokes unfortunately. Frost's not known peace since that first god awful joke.

26) Who kissed first? Frost. Back to who said I love you first, Frost confessed right there in the training room and then kissed Cassie senseless while they laid there bruised and sweaty. Cassie thought it was pretty hot honestly.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? Depending on where they're staying they might order a greasy ass pizza if they can't sleep OR sneak into the temple kitchen and make some horrific combination of barely edible food. Frost will glare daggers if Cassie whines for some water but she'll usually get it.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Neither write poems or love songs but Frost can be talked into singing some popular love songs in private.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Listen...both. It's less about impressing one another though. They just get so competitive. Neither wants to admit that their pride can get the better if them, Frost especially, but :)

Cassie: Look at this sick flip I can do, babe.

Frost: Oh yeah? Watch me shoot ice out of my hands to fly like some fucked up version of iron man.

Cut to them both getting scolded by a medic.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Cassie used to be a little embarrassed about her glasses but as she gets older she's more confident about it, especially when Frost tells her they suit her.

Thank you for sending this in! It was a lot of fun~

#mortal kombat #asks #cassie cage #frost #headcanons

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grimelords · 6 years ago

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My November playlist is finished and I've done something slightly different by actually ordering the songs into a cohesive playlist rather than leaving them in the order I added them. Listen in for everyone's favourite genre, acoustic guitar instrumentals, followed by old fashioned cowboy country, comedy and ridiculous songs, 80s and modern dance, out-there piano instrumentals, rocks and rolls, oddball rap, christian rock buried where nobody will find it, noise rock of all flavours and Mirror Reaper in full. I guarantee there'll be at least something in four hours of music that you'll like. listen here!

Deixa - Toquinho: I love how much happens in this song even before it even kicks off at about a minute in. It cycles through so many different feelings before it really powers up and the drums come on. The rhythm from then on is just mesmerizing, it's just so busy and never dwells on any section for too long, the interplay between the melody, bassline and chord rhythm is amazing. And then at about 2:20 it powers up again! Bossa Nova Strong. Also I'm feeling very disrespected because I just did some research on this song only to find out it was sampled by Nujabes on one of his bad anime youtube hip hop songs.

Just A Closer Walk With Thee - Marisa Anderson: Traditional And Public Domain Songs is Marisa Anderson's weakest album, which is a shame because I love Traditional and Public Domain songs. Her playing is on point as always, but the tremolo and distortion she's using overwhelms the recording more often than not. This song is the best on the album purely because she's playing so quietly that it only shows up when she gets loud so it works perfectly near the end as it crescendos.

The Three Deaths Of Red Spectre - Gwenifer Raymond: Gwenifer Raymond has a new 'non-holiday specific single for a cold climate' in her words and I absolutely love it. The sheer velocity of the middle section is flooring, before it breaks apart totally and reforms into a sort of shanty before metamorphosing again into a heightening mania. I love the constantly shifting structure of this, it barely stops to give you room to breathe all the way through before the very end where it almost feels like it's going to collapse entirely.

Mister Sandman - Chet Atkins: Happy to report that I've had Mr Sandman stuck in my head for three weeks now and still don't really know the words because of tumblr posts. It alternates between 'mr email / e me a mail / make the attachment a pic of a snail' and 'mr sandman / sand me a man / make him the cutest man car door hook hand'.

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind - Chet Atkins & Dolly Parton: I've never gone much on Chet Atkins but my girlfriend showed my this song and it has completely reversed my opinion and it's mostly due to Dolly Parton. She is just so lovely on this it makes me tear up - the song itself is so nice and the playing is perfect but her personality just shines through so brightly it's an absolute delight.

There's A Man Going Around Taking Names - Lead Belly: I've been doing research to try to find out what this song is referring to, or its origin but I cannot find anything concrete. A few people are saying it inspired Johnny Cash for The Man Comes Around, which is plausible and adds a mystic bent to it. It seems incomplete, like it's missing the turn at the end that reveals who exactly he is or what's happening so the whole song just ends up feeling very mysterious and ominous.

When Mussolini Laid His Pistol Down - Merle Travis: This song is from 1943, which is sort of amazing because that means it's not a song about history particularly but rather current events. A great paragraph from wikipedia: "On 24 June Mussolini gave his last important speech as prime minister. It went down in history as the "boot topping" speech, with the Duce promising that the only part of Italy that the Anglo-Americans would be able to occupy (but forever and horizontally, i.e. as corpses) was the shore-line (for which he used a wrong word to define it). For many Italians, that confused and incoherent speech was the final proof that something was wrong with Mussolini." Mussolini, truly history's greatest moron.

The Master's Call - Marty Robbins: As a result of Red Dead 2 and my own natural instincts, I've been having a bigger than usual moment with cowboy music this month which of course includes Marty Robbins' Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs. In my mind this song is both the true ending and end credits music of Red Dead 2. Arthur sees the face of Christ in a lightning bolt and abandons his life of crime and sin, pleading with the lord to forgive him and then God kills a hundred cows with another lightning bolt just to make damn sure Arthur knows He's serious.

Saga Of The Ponderosa - Lorne Green: I was hanging out with my old housemate a few weeks ago and it turns out we were both having concurrent Marty Robbins cowboy music phases which was great news because then he turned me onto this album by Lorne Green who was on Bonanza and apparently took it upon himself to expand the Bonanaza Cinematic Universe in the 60s with a few albums. This song is apparently an origin story of Bonanza which I have never seen. It's extremely good, very powerful music. Great story of this godlike man striding across the country and overriding his wife's decision by naming his son HOSS.

Hard Sun - Eddie Vedder: I think it's interesting in A Star Is Born that Jackson Maine doesn't seem to be a real life equivalent of any actual musician. He's not obviously an archetype of any real person and so it's hard to place how exactly famous he is in the world of the movie. He's washed up enough to be playing pharmaceutical conferences but still has enough industry respect to be playing a tribute at the Grammys. The closest I could think of was Eddie Vedder oddly enough, and this song from the Into The Wild soundtrack really does sound like a Jackson Maine original.

For Chan - Tim Heideker: I'm having a real thing with comedy music recently and I can't tell if it means I've got a brain parasite or comedy music is good to me now. I think what I like about this song is the bluntness. There's no two ways about these people, and after years of hearing about the alt right as mysterious political genius computer brains it's a nice break to just hear them called greasy fat basement guys like we used to.

That's Right I'm Five - Don't Stop Or We'll Die: More good comedy music! They played this song on Comedy Bang Bang without announcing what it was called first, so the chorus really surprised me and made me laugh a lot. "They're selling the stocks so buy them, launch the torpedoes, tell my wife I love her, and send my son to college, bury me in the desert in my osh kosh b'gosh - that's right I'm five!" might be my favourite lyric of the year.

Future Brain - Den Harrow: Den Harrow is very good. He's like a beautiful moron American man that some italian scientists built in a lab in order to conquer America from the inside. Here are some good highlights from his wiki article: "The name Den Harrow was conceived by producers Roberto Turatti and Miki Chieregato, who based it on the Italian word denaro(money)." "After years of fame and popularity, it was revealed by frontman Stefano Zandri and his producers that Zandri did not actually sing the Den Harrow songs; he was essentially a character who lip-synched to vocals recorded by a number of other singers. Furthermore, since they did not consider Zandri's name and origin to be "trendy" enough, the producers R. Turatti and M. Chieregato concealed Zandri's Italian origin, marketing him as having been born Manuel Stefano Carry in Boston. This was done so Polydor Records could market him more easily in the English-speaking world, where Italian-produced music was, at the time, viewed with skepticism"

Love A Girl Right - Little Mix: Check out this rewrite of the Thong Song they did for the new Little Mix album. It's beyond belief. My girlfriend loves Little Mix and she's right to because they're the only girl/boy band that actually takes advantage of the form and does harmonies instead of just having them all sing in turn or all at once. They've got good vocal arrangements but they have the worst fucking songwriters working for them. Songwriters that pitch 'what if the Thong Song had a crunchy nu-metal guitar in it'.

This City Made Us - The Protomen: It's interesting to hear a band change styles - most other Protomen songs are a sort of Springsteen pastiche but this one from their newer single is more like Iron Maiden or Thin Lizzy. Approaching the 80s from a different angle. It's impressive to switch so radically and still have enough of a unifying sound that it feels like the same band. 80s throwback rock is a generally pallid genre populated by freaks who can't move on but Protomen put so much heart into it it's hard to write them off.

Teardrops - Womack & Womack: I love this song because it has two choruses. The drums stay the same throughout, the chords stay the same through the verse and chorus and only change for the second chorus/bridge part ("the music don't feel like it did when I felt it with you"), which just gives the whole song this feeling of beautiful endlessness. It goes and goes and goes and you're always already living in the best part of the song.

Boys Will Be Boys - The Duncan Sisters: Very very good piece of disco with a very nice piece of country picking guitar near the start for some reason. I quit like that the chorus of 'boys, oh boys, will be boys - they can really hurt you!' goes from a lighthearted thing about relationships until the bridge near the end where it sounds more like a dire warning. She's staring straight into your eyes and saying 'they can hurt you. boys can hurt you. they can really hurt you.' while motioning toward the exit with her eyes.

Ayaya - Bicep: I've been trying to train my ear a bit better so I got a piano app on my phone and I just try to pick out the melodies of songs now when I'm bored. It turns out this is a very satisfying song to play. The melody is very simple, but the constant build and the couple of other melodies that come in around it make you feel like a super genius for just playing the same thing over and over.

The Call - David Mayer: I completely forget how I came across this song but I'm in love with the vocals on it. The effect reminds me of the one on Problem With The Sun by Nicolas Jaar, sort of pitched down and layered over itself. Outside of the vocals it's a pretty straightforward euro house chunk but damn sometimes a song just has a really good sound in it that you can't deny.

Problem With The Sun - Nicolas Jaar: My girlfriend's brother was telling me he was riding his bike the other day and had some kind of mental break where he was riding north in the afternoon but the sun was on his right, in the east - and for some reason his first instinct wasn't that he was wrong or disoriented, it was that there was a problem with the sun and it was in the wrong place. That boy ain't right but this song is good. I love that Nicolas Jaar uses this weird down pitched voice on a few songs and I really wish he'd bring it back, it sounds great and also funny to me.

Ensaslayi - Cecil Taylor: I don't have the brain power to comprehend any of Cecil Taylor's ensemble work that I've heard, free jazz in a band setting is simply too much for me it turns out -but I've really been getting a lot out of this solo album of his called Fly! Fly! Fly! Fly! Fly!. This song in particular is one of the longer ones on the album, where another is only 53 seconds long and a few last around ten minutes. This is a nice midpoint, where he gives himself so much room to get lost in different directions without losing the thread entirely. I said it last time I was talking about him but I've really never heard anyone play piano like this and I absolutely love it. A lot of reviewers describe it as him playing the piano like it's a drumkit, which I think is accurate to a degree - but I think looking back from here this music makes a lot more sense within the context of black midi and things like that. The extreme edges of what a piano can theoretically do, but with a decisive and beautiful human edge and human brain that's responsible for and making sense of the chaos.

The Homeless Wanderer - Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guèbrou: I found out about this album cause Benjamin Booker was posting about her on his instagram story and it's just incredible. The TL;DR of her story is she's an Ethiopian nun that studied music in Switzerland and Cairo and wrote this beautiful piano music based on traditional Ethiopian pentatonic music. I love the rhythm of it, every note in the right hand get swirled around and around before it's settled on while the left hand moves so smoothly and delicately. Unfortunately-ish she's obviously in that genre of Searching For Sugarman secret blog music evidenced by her spotify similar artists being Karen Dalton, Alice Coltrane and Connie Converse. That's not a bad thing exactly, at least people are hearing about her, but her music is unique and amazing enough on its own without needing much mythologizing.

Carnival Of The Animals: No 12 - Fossils - Camille Saint-Saëns: My girlfriend was showing me Saint-Saëns' The Swan and then we were going through the whole rest of the Carnival Of The Animals and I'm happy to report that he not only did he do one for fossils but also centered it around the idea of a bone xylophone. I'm going to write an article for Vulture tracing the origin of the cartoon bone xylophone and my thesis is it starts here.

Perth - Bon Iver: Just thinking about how good Bon Iver is. I love how massive this song can feel, the drums combined with the big brass. It's small and soft on the grand scale, but on an album that gets as quiet and soft as songs like Holocene this song blows up like an atom bomb.

Yet Again - Grizzly Bear: This really is one of the best songs of all time I've decided. It feels like I get into a thing of listening to it on repeat almost every month now. I don't know what it is exactly - I guess it's every part of it. The lyrics are impenetrable (check) the riff is simple and powerful (check) the drums are doing a lot and keeping it simple at the same time. The the way the harmony vocals all intertwine in the prechorus part is amazing. The way the whole song blows up into a big radio static solo at the end. Every part of this song is great, I just love it.

Fuckin N' Rollin - Phantastic Ferniture: I found out that Julia Jacklin has a side project with a very shit name and they make very good music. I love when people have a whole other band for another side of their self. This is just Julia Jacklin if the lyrics were just first draft whatevers instead of incredibly poignant and beautiful and the music was just rockin and rollin with your friends. It's great!

Soft - Kings Of Leon: Number one best song ever about havin a bad dick!! I'd love to hang out lady but my dick! I'm passed out in your garden, I'm in I can't get off I'm so soft! I'd pop myself in you body, I'd come into your party but I'm soft!

Soft Serve - Soul Coughing: I played this while I was driving with my girlfriend and she said 'what the fuck is this' and she's right, as usual. It's Soul Coughing baby! The 90s 'slacker jazz' band! They sound dated as fuck, a real product of their time but I think they've still got a lot to offer. I had the chorus of this stuck in my head for a couple days which made me listen to this album more than usual when I mostly prefer their first one Ruby Vroom. Irresistible Bliss might have the worst album cover of all time though, so it's got that going for it. Google it.

Ya Mama - Wuf Ticket: There wiki article for this band says they had two songs in 1982 and that was it. Then it has a section titled Greaseman and then the article ends. Here's the Greaseman section in its entirety: "Wuf Ticket's “Ya Mama” achieved its greatest notoriety, and airplay, as a music bed for bits by shock jock The Greaseman on WWDC-FM in Washington, D.C. and later his nationally syndicated radio show where Greaseman would argue with a surly service industry worker." Anyway this is more of that very good early hip hop shit where everyone assumed songs should go for 8 minutes. It's just extremely weak sauce Ya Mama jokes for a very long time before they change tack completely and start talking about how Every Woman Is An Angel And Without Mothers We Would Never Have Been Born So Think About That Next Time.

Gon Be Okay - Lil B: I had the part of this song where he sings 'things are never gonna be the same again' along with the piano in my head the other day and spent fully an hour googling to try to find what song it was from before giving up. I woke up the next morning and suddenly remembered it was this song but was very shocked to find out that he actually never sings that line along with the piano melody, he says it once at the start and that's it. What's going on with my brain. Anyway in my searching I found out that the piano is sampled from the Spirited Away soundtrack so once more in my life I've been led to ruin by anime.

2 Minute Drills - Allblack & Kenny Beats: This whole EP is great. More sports themed rap please. Allblack is ferocious and Kenny's production throughout is great, the perfect mix of simple straighforward beats that still have a lot of space and energy in them, plus 'Woah Kenny!' has my award for Best New Producer Watermark.

Don't Gas Me - Dizzee Rascal: I don't know how he keeps doing it but somehow Dizzee Rascal continues to make extremely fun bangers without ever slowing down. The best line in this is when he says "no I don't drink Appletiser" (the sparkling apple juice) which is an extremely weird flex if there ever was one.

Acid King - Malibu Ken: It feels insane that a Tobacco and Aesop Rock collab sounds as good as this. I love that there's no drums the entire time he's rapping and I completely love the Mort Garson vibes in the instrumental which turns out to be a perfect soundtrack to the Ricky Kasso satan worship LSD murder story that Aesop's telling. Also in reading about Kasso I just discovered the very good stoner doom band also named Acid King, so expect to see them in next month's list.

Pirate Blues - As Cities Burn: As Cities Burn have reformed and put out a new single so I've been thinking about them a bit. On paper they don't sound good, over three albums they morphed from a christian metalcore band to a christian alt-rock band, and while they never reinvented the wheel I think they're a remarkable band who took a lot of risks in their own way and made a lot of rock solid music. They've got a lot of great songs but I think this is my favourite from their third album when it finally felt like they'd settled into a steady alt rock sound informed by their much heavier past.

This Is It, This Is It - As Cities Burn: The thing I like about As Cities Burn is that as much as they're a christian band (yuck) they're more of a band of guys who are christians (slightly less yuck) and the difference is huge. Rather than evangelising or preaching, their songs are about their own personal struggles with their faith (still slightly yuck). I like this song especially because the lyric feels close to gospel, 'we're all singing for our sins, unless grace be the wind' but with the added twist of being furious that you're trapped by the sin of your physical body.

Timothy - As Cities Burn: I think this song is just incredible. The lyrics are so strong and direct and heartbreaking, the vocal performance especially is amazing and it may be the only time in history that a 6 minute guitar solo has seemed good and necessary.

Face Tat - Zach Hill: There's an incredible video of the recording of this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGi9SOFX5rc that really looks exactly how it sounds and has a very similar energy to that video of 80 guys singing the halo theme in the boys bathroom. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRG9KwvbVhk . This is what it sounds like when the boys are left alone. The biggest draw to Zach Hill's drumming is the intense primordial immediacy of it. He is just pounding away like a possessed animal and it's really on show here, especially combined with the occasional punctuating shout. Carson McWhirter's guitar is incredible too, the tone he's got where it sounds like three at once playing these incredible twisting riffs that turn on a dime. I think what I like most about this song is just how in sync they are - for such a chaotic, noisy song it sounds so rehearsed, somehow every single note is perfectly in time in the storm.

Betty's Worry Or The Slab - Hunters And Collectors: This is maybe the sweatiest song I've ever heard. It's a disgusting song about being incredibly sweaty and horny and I love the weird squeaky noise he makes after he says 'say it! say it!'. The bass sound in this is so fantastically meaty too, and combined with the brass at the end it's just great.

Worms Of The Senses / Faculties Of The Skull (live) - Refused: I cannot believe just how absolutely ferocious live Refused is. Insanely powerful without ever missing a beat in a song like this that requires incredible timing throughout. For some reason I've always thought Refused were an only ok live band after watching Refused Are Fucking Dead because all I remember of it is a clip where the guitarist accidentally hits the singer in the face with his headstock and they have to stop the show.

Mirror Reaper - Bell Witch: I got to see Bell Witch live a couple of weeks ago and it's one of the best shows I've ever seen. I can't really describe it other than it feels like the closest thing to a legitimate summoning ritual that I've ever seen. An invocation and an expelling of raw power and emotion between two people, it was really something. Also the best part was about two minutes in when they were really setting the scene with the sort of ambient beginning of Mirror Reaper and the whole crowd was dead silent and entranced as they built this mystic atmosphere and set the vibe a guy behind me said loudly to his friend 'hm pretty good so far!'

What's You Gonna Do When The World's On Fire - Lead Belly & Anne Graham: This is in my opinion the best genre of gospel song where they they just roast you for not being saved yet.��

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jaeminlore · 7 years ago

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How NCT 127 + Ten Would Kiss You

now listen since y'all sleep on taeil so much that you probably don’t know this but he has really pretty lips and really nice hands so ,, naturally ,, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide)(i’m literally five why did i say that) anYwayS kissing taeil is going to be soft at first bc yeah he’s awkward but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare and you. probably tucks a flyaway lock of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he fINALLY kisses you, i imagine taeil is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s rlly in the mood bc he just likes the intimancy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be tho ngl.

um speaking of hands,, johnny’s are always on you. likes it the most when you’re on his lap bc then he can feel every curve of your body as he’s kissing you. he’s is definitely going to nip at your skin and lips it’s jUST a FacT i do not make the rules. runs his hands down your thighs and likes to squeeze them whenever he feels especially happy. kissing barely ever leads to anything else bc?? tbh?? johnny just loves making out w you?? he could do it for hours and it would never get old to him he’s like a teenage boy i swear. probably says cheesy things that kill the mood. always wants to cuddle afterwards just give the boy his cuddles pls.

wow you already know taeyong doesn’t necessarily wanna be in charge when it comes to kissing. taeyong is in charge of a lot of aspects in his life, so when it comes to kisses and whatever he loves it when you take the reigns bc it allows him to relax for a moment and breathe. speaking of breathing, definitely rlly breathy during kisses. like always breathes rlly hard and basically if you have glasses they are going to be foggy by the time y'all are done. but yeah taeyong probably likes dominance battles and pretending he wants to be the one dominating the kiss, but you and he both know he’s going to let you take over in just a second like he doesn’t have the patience to fight you forever. loves being close to you. his arms are basically all the way around your waist it they can be and your chests are pressed together. and the growls y'all. the gRoWLS. like that close to your ear??? and like his lips are proposals so close and feathery against yours … taeyong stans collect your man that’s all i gotta say abt that.

okay so yuta is the greatest kisser out of all of nct idc who your bias is, it’s a fact. he’s not even on my bias list and i know. it’s set in stone. props you up on stuff (walls, counters, couches, etc) bc he saw it in the dramas he watched and thought it would make him seem manly. is another thigh squeezer except unlike johnny he never stops squeezing your thighs. loves your neck. probably likes his hands on your neck when he’s kissing you. feeling the vibration of your vocal chords and the movements of your jaw is a turn on for him idek okay. sighs your name. likes to give you visible hickies and gets cocky when you can’t hide them bc he wants them to be seen by everyone. loves it when you run your hands through his hair. like a lot. he’ll probably get sad if you don’t do it.

well well well if it isn’t doyoung himself. mister classy nd elegant when it comes to kissing … idk i just picture doyoung being sort of princely when he kisses you? likes to hold your hands when he’s kissing you but that’s partly bc he likes how frustrated you get when you can’t hold his face or run your fingers through his hair. goes crazy if you grab at his waist. flushed cheeks, a stutter, wide eyes,, your touch affects him a lot and it’s probably his biggest weakness. a messy kisser probably. not bad messy,, just,, everywhere at once. sporadic. spontaneous. low groans if you tug on his hair. likes to kiss your nose nd forehead nd hands afterwards and giggles too bc skinship is still so new to him and it makes him giddy. esp w you.

um yeah if we’re honest i wrote this one last bc ten is my bias and i want to get his perfect lemme just,,, okay,,, so ten is a snuggle bug anyway he’s just clingy so let’s put this in the perspective of cuddling. nd you two are just on the couch, him on his back and you sort of half squished between him and the couch and half on him,, y'all get it. anyway if you lean down and give him an eskimo kiss he’ll get really giggly and shy because it’s a cute and sweet gesture. but then his hands fly to your waist and his eyes trail down your face slowly bc,, wow he really wants to kiss you properly. so he kinda tilts his chin up and his lips meet yours and it’s just a slow, molding of lips for awhile,, and sometimes his hands rest on the skin underneath your shirt because he likes the warmth and like you’re definitely not complaining. the both of you are pretty lax with kissing, and go with the flow, so he doesn’t get surprised at all when your kisses start to trail his jawline. if he wasn’t smiling so widely you might could go back to probably kissing him but alas,, the dweeb keeps smiling.

alright let’s skip formalities and just announce that jaehyun likes it when you sit on his lap. like straddling him? bc it’s hot first of all, but also because he kind of likes to just take you in and compliment you before you two make out on the living room couch lol. probably starts at with open mouthed kisses against your collarbones and then trails v v slowly up your neck until he reaches your lips. a soft kisser. softest in t world. wants to show you how beautiful you are through the kiss. rubs circles into your sides. probably says greasy stuff in between kisses that have to two of you pausing for laughter bc “that was horrible” “yeah it wasn’t my best” like,,, it’s all sweet and nice.

no one talks abt sichengs lips but listen,,, they’re there,,, all plump and beautiful and begging to be kissed but no one pays them any attention and i’m tired!! and like yeah, they’re chapped like all the time but so are yours i bet like cut the kid some slack. after that rant no one wanted: kissing. sicheng probably cups your face bc he’s too scared to touch your waist. cautious but steady. his fingers thread into your hair and it’s like you get a lil massage every time he kisses you. he can get a lil sloppy with his kisses but it’s just because he gets excited at your responses and overeagerly tries to elicit more from you. his heart flutters whenever he thinks of kissing you. it starts a fire behind his chest and he gets this really focused look in his eye. his eyebrows get all furrowed and it’s honestly the cutest thing because he looks like a confused puppy. all you gotta do is peck is lips tho bc then it’s like oh!!! that’s what i was looking for!!! cuties.

time for markaroo. what a sweet nice boy. definitely has no idea what he’s doing when he goes in for the kiss. overthinks while he leans in and bumps his forehead against yours. tries to act cool but fails. eventually you just have to do it bc he’s not going to get over his awkwardness any time soon. the sweetest kisser ever. always worried that he’s doing it wrong or that you don’t like it. stills against your lips sometimes and you have to coax him back to reality. if you run your hands through his hair he’ll probably loosen up and relax bc hey, it’s you, and you love his kisses, even if they are a lil awkward. that’s what makes them his. that’s what makes them special.

aw look lil donghyuckie is getting a kissing scenario. idk how to write this one bc were the same age and it feels weird but i shall try. a giddy giddy boy: you? want to kiss him? like the thought alone just makes him so happy: to know he’s loved and wanted. not as awkward as mark but also not as experienced so his kisses are probably pretty sloppy. like teenage kisses are i suppose (i have no experience so i can only suppose). likes to just hold your hands while you kiss but it’s more innocent then doyoung bc donghyuck does this purely to stay close to you and keep you close to him. your noses brush all the time. kisses are always short, bc neither of you rlly know how to prolong them. usually you kiss him on the cheek afterwards, and surprisingly this makes him more flustered than the actual kissing.

a/n: enjoy!!

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