#lover please stay

[brokenxmachine]

NOTHING BUT THIEVES performing "Lover, Please Stay" (live in Seoul, KR - 19/01/2018) // 🎥 source

[horizonspurple]

Song sharing Sundays

'So take from me what you want, what you need Take from me whatever you want, whatever you need But lover, please stay with me'

[botanikos]

L O V E R, I know you're weary.

          Eyes are tired from the night.

L O V E R, come to the kitchen floor;

                         Tiles are cold, so am I.

                           So take from me what you want, what you need.

                      Take from me whatever you want; whatever you need.

                                            ♡

                                  But L O V E R, please stay with me.

[snowychicken]

AND I CAN SEE YOU I CAN FEEL YOU

SLIPPING THROUGH MY HANDS

AND I CAN TASTE YOU I CAN TASTE YOU

SLIPPING THROUGH MY HANDS

[digitalordeath]

Lover, Please Stay - Nothing But Thieves

[pothame]

I used to think that he was too slow and that I was too fast. In reality, it was the other way around. Despite dating many people, I had never put a relationship above everything else in my life. I realized too late that he was someone I could have made a long future with.

Love in the Big City x Grieving by Dhruv

[not-xpr-art]

i can feel you, slipping through my hands...

(yes, another bernie clifton's dressing room fanart lol)

(09/2024)

this piece went through like 5000 concept changes before i settled on 'sword of damocles meets red string of fate' lol...

[roomsofangel]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter one

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

wc 1.6k

chapter warnings brief mention of injuries but its not detailed (bloody knuckles, busted lip, etc)

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you always knew you were different from your best friend wooyoung. people described you as careful and reserved, while he was impulsive and carefree. you kept him grounded and out of trouble, while he showed you that there was more to life than your 'safe shell.' you felt like you belonged in the comfort of your shell, but wooyoung helped you explore and see that there was more out than the reassuring walls that surrounded you.

you’ve heard it said before that you two were like opposite sides of the same coin, although you've never stopped to consider it fully. but thinking about it now, especially with recent events, the more you realize how accurate that statement truly is.

and you weren't ready for when things began to change. the realization that wooyoung wasn't the same sunshine to your moon as he had been before left you feeling lost and empty. the familiar warmth you felt around him had turned cold and distant. it was as if he was turning into a stranger, someone you didn't know. but you couldn't bear to admit the fact that you were slipping away from each other.

“come on, you lil hermit.” wooyoung leaned down, whispering in your ear while gently grabbing the blanket you were clutching. his breath sends a shiver down your spine, tingling as it graces your skin. you groan, “wooyoung..” trying to seize back the comforters that are already on the floor. you felt like a petulant child being forced to face the day, being coaxed along by wooyoung’s subtle charms and gentle yet firm demeanor that now felt like a fever dream, as if they never existed now and you were stuck on the past, stuck on the days where he felt like warmth rather than the aching cold that felt like prickling needles at times

wooyoung had his hands on his hips, his usual cheeky grin on display as he approached you further. "come on!" he shifted over to pat your hip two times, adding, "i saw this new cafe, and i wanna check it out with you." you couldn't help but smile a little at the excitement in his voice, and the playful tone he had taken on despite not really wanting to leave the comforts of your bed

"can’t it wait?” you frowned, barely managing to keep your eyes open as you rubbed them gently.

“nope!” he beamed excitedly, bustling around your closet as he began to rummage through the various clothing options at his disposal. you’d never admit it, but there was always a sense of excitement whenever he did this—especially when he took the time to find the perfect outfit to match his own. "skirt today or shorts?" he asked, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes and struggling to pat down your hair.

“uhh.. shorts..” you replied and he nodded, his back still facing you while he pulled out a white shirt that matched his own, and blue jean shorts. it was pretty casual, really simple but it made you laugh a little at how it matched a lot. he wore similar, except he had his jeans were black and his faux leather jacket draping over his shirt. “hmm, wear gold.” he mentioned, and you nodded, getting up to rummage through your jewelry

things like this were your normal, it had been for years, you weren’t ready for it to end,

you never thought it would.

"hey woo, do you wanna check out this arcade that opened recently?” you asked him one night, noticing how his focus was more on whatever it was on his phone than the one-sided conversation. he was busy texting, or maybe browsing something online, you didn't really know. but the silence growing between the two of you felt more uncomfortable with each passing moment.

he replied in an incoherent mumble at first, making you sigh and take his phone out of his hand. "hey!" he huffed, finally lifting his head to look up at you. that’s when you noticed his dark circles under his eyes, "what’s your deal?" he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you blinked a few times in disbelief, wondering who you were even looking at right now. this was definitely not the wooyoung you knew. this was not your best friend. this was someone else entirely. "my deal?" you parroted back, your brows scrunched. "can’t i just want to spend time with my best friend?"

his face quickly hardened, like a wave of ice crashing against you. "you’re really going to ask me that?" he snapped, his tone sharp, cold, and harsh. it was undeniable now; this was not your wooyoung, the person you knew for so long. as he spoke, his eyes bore into you, like daggers piercing your skin. you felt like you were drowning in his gaze, unable to breathe or speak in response

wooyoung didn't wait for one either, getting up and leaving the room, but not before taking his phone back from out of your hand after seeing your frozen up state and using such to his advantage. ignoring you altogether, “maybe san wants to go," he added and exited the room without looking back at you. you were left speechless, utterly baffled by his strange and cold behavior. as the door to the room closed behind him, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of frustration and confusion wash over you.

what the hell happened to your best friend?

wooyoung didn't want to admit it, but he was having a hard time keeping everything under control. he’d gone into that bar and woken up with bloody knuckles and a busted lip, and he had no idea how it had happened. he told himself that he was in control, but he was starting to lose grip on things.

he snapped at you because he felt like you were pushing him too hard, even if it wasn't entirely your fault. he tried to tell himself that it wasn't his fault, either. but deep down, he knew that he should be

deep down, he knew that he should be accountable for his actions, even if he didn't want to admit it. but it was easier for him to put the blame on you, than it was for him to take responsibility for his own behavior. and so that's what he did, even if he knew it wasn't fair, he blamed you.

as he tried to ignore his own guilt, he felt more and more conflicted. he wanted to follow you out the door, to get on his knees for forgiveness.

wooyoung laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling that was decorated with tapestry you had gotten for him. he let out a long exhale, his thoughts filled with conflicting desires. no matter how much he tries to avoid thinking about it, you would just continue to find your way back into his head.

he didn't understand why he would want to escape the one person he had ever truly loved. slowly, he shifted over to his side where he saw the endless little letters and polaroid pictures resting mockingly on his nightstand.

he doesn’t understand why he would want to escape you, you’re all he’s ever known.

wooyoung was leaning back against the wall, a lit cigarette teetering on the edge of his lip and smoke curling around his face. you had often wondered when he picked up the habit after being disgusted with it for years, but it had started to become apparent that he had no intention of stopping.

"do you ever think there’s more to life than whatever this is?" he asked as he looked at you through the plumes of the cigarette's smoke.

you were sitting criss-cross by his feet, your nose scrunched up as you tried to get away from the plumes of smoke floating around him. your gaze was locked on the sky that had a few puffy clouds, the sun peeking through just a bit. "what do you mean?" you asked back, head tilted slightly and using one hand to block the sunlight as you watched him chew on his bottom lip that was scabby from a previous injury.

even though wooyoung seemed to be getting injuries often lately, the scars on his body were starting to build up faster than you expected. you wanted to ask, but every time you tried, it was just like dialing a number that never got a response.

"like.. do you ever get tired of the same thing?" he asked again after the mini hiatus of silence, exhaling the smoke from both his mouth and nose. "forget it, i’m speaking bullshit." he muttered, huffing and crushing the cigarette with his shoe.

“it’s never bullshit to me.” you said, looking up at him before getting up and off the floor. “you know i’l listen."

“that’s the problem.” he said, and your entire spine chilled at his words. he walked away before you could ask him to explain further.

maybe wooyoung didn’t think you'd hear that, considering how he was walking away to his car, his car keys in hand, without even turning to see if you were still behind him.

thats the problem

you didn't know where down the line of your guys' friendship that you stopped being his solution, his antidote. when did you become the one that poisoned him instead? it felt like such a sudden shift, this change in your dynamic. all you could do was wonder, why did it happen, and how did it happen so quickly without you even realizing it?

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 138

Geralt has a garden in his backyard, of which he's very proud of and very attentive to. He grows vegetables and roots and such, unlike his nextdoor neighbor, of whom grows flowers. Geralt prefers something practical. Something he can eat or give his brothers to eat, rather than just something that "looks pretty". He does like how many bees his neighbor's flowers draw in, though. Geralt has reluctantly grown somewhat of a friendship with the strange man he lives next to. For about five years now, his neighbor, Jaskier, has forced himself into Geralt's house and life. He drops by with unplanned brunches, and brings Geralt tea and soup when Geralt gets too sick to garden, and he and Geralt occasionally meet in one of their houses to drink wine until they both can't think. Geralt does appreciate all of this. He's grown to quite like Jaskier. Which is why he's been dealing with Jaskier's recent oddities.

"Oh darling, your veggies are so big!" "It's for a contest." "Contest or not, I'd love to see your melons~" "Come over, then, they're in the left patch." "Oh- Okay!" "I've just picked the last of my cucumbers." "Isn't there one last cucumber you could show me?~" "No, I just said I picked them all?" "Do you grow any corn, Geralt?" "No." "A shame! I'd love a cob in my mouth right about now~" "I'm sure there's some cheap at the farmer's market." It's the night before the contest. Geralt is laying in his bed staring at the ceiling as it rains heavily outside. Geralt thinks back on his recent interactions with his neighbor, and suddenly sits up with a jolt. WAIT. BANG BANG BANG! Jaskier yawns and saunters to the door in his best robe, still holding a cup of tea. He opens the door and is met with a soaking wet Geralt. "Geralt? What are you doing over so late?" "Were you flirting with me?" "What?" "Were you flirting with me? With the comments about the vegetables?" "I've been flirting with you for five years now." "...Can I kiss you?"

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | season of love

[horizonspurple]

Song sharing Sunday

'Lover, I feel your sorrow pouring out of your skin And I don't wanna be alone If I am tonight, I'll always be'

[savs-avvy]

Decided to fill out the template @togetherness23 made

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Mukami Family 5th Eternal Blood Vol.1 & 2 Animate Linked Purchase Tokuten Drama CD "A Certain Day at the Mukami Household"

It's almost a crime that it's taken until now for this S-tier tokuten to be available online, but here it is at long last ♡ヽ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

Click here to read the English translation, by @otomehonyaku (as always, huge thank you, Ottie, for taking the time and effort to make these quality translations for the fandom ♡ you're a gem)

Enjoy the eargasms, fellas (///∇///) (but don't reupload the audio anywhere!)

[spreadwardiard]

I miss when tumblr fandoms felt like little communities. It was so fun. You'd make a blog and start reblogging, and pretty soon, you had a few friends who liked the same stuff. I know I'm not the only megaop obsessed person on this site. Where's the community at? Does anyone actually talk to anyone anymore, or am I just the odd one out? Do I need to make a discord server? Is there just someplace else everyone is hanging out that I just don't know about? Are my takes just not cool enough? Are my fics too out there? Do I not create enough content? I feel like I'm doing something wrong. It's been almost a year, and i still haven't found the megaop community here.

[liyrical]

they don’t love you like i love you