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charcubed · 1 year ago

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Hey! Yeah, I'm happy to clarify myself. Thanks for not jumping down my throat.

This reply (though public) was in response to someone who I know has followed me on here + on twitter for quite a long time, so I was sort of "cutting to the quick" as it were and knowing I was working with her having some sort of context lol. But this is the open internet, obviously, so it's definitely not on you to know the full POV of who I am and other things I've said about this topic previously.

Firstly: my sexuality has layers, but one of those layers is that I'm ace too. Sex-repulsed ace, actually! Don't fuck, never intend to fuck, have never seen myself fully represented in media, etc. etc. So everything you've mentioned regarding the ace experience are things I also live.

And I'm also not a kid either! I'm nearly 30. When I said "the ace mostly-children of the fandom," the "mostly-children" part wasn't saying all the ace people are kids. It was saying that the people who make logic leaps and act like what I said above (who also happen to be ace) are, in my experience, mostly the kids of stan twitter.

As for the rest of it:

I'm gonna link you to this other post of mine where I talked about exactly what you're mentioning/asking here. It was/is a direct response to people saying they "hope Aziraphale and Crowley don't have sex," even (in some cases, which seems to apply to you too) despite seeing the subtext pointing towards it.

That post covers most of what you asked/mentioned! I'm gonna do us both the courtesy of trying not to repeat it lmao. But I'll elaborate on this sentence of yours a bit too as an add-on:

"However, I'm an ace who enjoys other earthly pleasures... without enjoying sex... so I'm honestly not sure what the issue is, or how it's homophobic."

The thing is that – saying this in the least patronizing way possible, but I gotta state this in order to deconstruct this – the rules of stories are not the rules of real life. By that I mean... Yes, ace people like you and I can and do enjoy other earthly pleasures and not enjoy sex! Totally, yeah. But that is a level of nuance this story is (thus far) purposefully not engaging with, and is in fact antithetical to what it has now laid down (post-season 2) about these characters and their behaviors.

The omission of them enjoying or openly seeking after sex so far is not an indication that they can't or don't crave it with each other. (Like a viral post recently said on this site, "sometimes a story is about the gay sex that's not being had" lmao.) And, sorry for the repetition here, but by many people's admission there is evidence that the story does have some indication of subtext about that craving and desire for sex – partially because it is a story, and stories (unlike real lives) work within the construct of themes.

In Good Omens, pleasure – and the denial of it but desire to engage in all forms of it – is a huge theme in the narrative. It's an unavoidably queer theme that connects to the (religious-coded) trauma the characters are living/experiencing, the way their relationship is deliberately deeply illicit and hidden, the blatant imagery of Muriel being dressed as a cop and looking for evidence of that illicit relationship which is very connected to historical connotations of cops enforcing laws against queer people / gay sex... and more.

We know that they do both want and enjoy earthly pleasures – music, clothing, culture, food. Once Aziraphale gets one taste, he ravenously yearns for more. In Crowley's case, he also sometimes starves himself of things because he's afraid to admit how deeply and desperately he wants (i.e. watching Aziraphale eat while barely eating himself).

They are both so very Different from all the other characters (and are constantly under threat of being punished for it, especially if they engage in anything too Visually Different) because they are "of the world." They are enamored with all of the experiences and pleasures of humanity, and they rebel despite the dangers that presents because it's part of who they are. As part of that, they Crave, while fighting with the shame and fear of knowing they're strictly not allowed to Have.

Considering the breadth and depth of these themes, and the fact that those themes are explicitly queer, at this point that craving for pleasure cannot and should not be divorced from all forms of pleasure. Queer sex included. Because they're characters, not real people, so it's not a leap to see the subtext (with the ox scene only being a part of it) in the story overall, and then to look at how Aziraphale just got a first taste of Crowley. We can follow that thought to its future natural conclusion – and want to see the story follow that natural conclusion on our screens as well for necessary thematic consistency.

[Side note: As you said, ace people can and do have sex. I do think one can argue now and in the future that these characters are ace spec, if someone wants to! But I am also not naive to the fact that when people say they want "ace rep," they often mean visible ace rep, aka not seeing characters have sex. Because if characters fuck and don't have a conversation where they sit down and establish that they, y'know, don't experience sexual attraction but have sex with each other because they're demi or because it feels good or whatever (which is not gonna happen in Good Omens!)... then the majority of the population is not gonna watch it and see them as ace. And at the end of the day, plenty of ace people looking for "visible" rep would be angry about that, I'm sure. And that's the issue at hand. It is what it is.]

Thank you for being like one of the TWO people I've seen who agree with me on Neil's whole Thing right now, on Twitter they are really gunning for the "a+c having sex would be acephobic" position and it's making me so tired

"a+c having sex would be acephobic"

I'm going to commit murder <3

Sorry that's not helpful but this actively introduces so much inarticulate frustration and near-rage in me that I don't even know how to begin to unpack how stupid and often lowkey homophobic that is lmao. And I know I don't really need to (in terms of replying to you because you get it)

feels like this though

Neil Gaiman, being pedantic and somewhat insane for kicks: Of course that kiss wasn't sexual. (Crowley was not asking to fuck Aziraphale in that scene. The kiss was about something else entirely in their moment of fraught miscommunication.)

The ace mostly-children of the fandom: Omg soooo true Mr. Gaiman 💕💕💕 a kiss doesn't have to be sexual! They're ace! Aziraphale and Crowley don't want to fuck because they're ETHEREAL BEINGS who crave other earthly pleasures but NOT SEX, why would they want sex, that would be silly! Thank you for my beautiful ace rep 😍 Anyone trying to erase this is acephobic and I hope they NEVER fuck!

Me: Every single one of you, Mr. Gaiman included, is making me grow grey hairs and I feel like I'm actively in the twilight zone right now

#good omens #IN THE WEEDS TODAY FOLKS.#I will not be Discourse Posting any more today because it's now 4:30pm <3 perhaps I am now the true chronically online one? who is to say #char writes things #also earlier I wrote about how I think neil is fucking around and finding out with the ace community in an unwise manner #but this post is already long enough so I don't need to touch on that or link to it lmaaooo

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4dtk · 3 years ago

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sugar daddy jaemin is so hot like HOT H O T. can you write more 🥺

i didnt see this when i wrote that jaem & johnny drabble btw sorry ashdfhj, also idek what im writing, hope this is ok lol!

warnings: sugar daddy!au, dom!jaemin, sub!reader, bit of daddy kink, sir kink, breeding/creampie, cowgirl, sorta mating press, blowjob, deep throating, face-fucking, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, aftercare

taglist: @goingbananasoverpotassium

N///SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!!!

“but jaem…” in front of you is a pendant, a birthstone that you ranted to jaemin on a random dinner in an event. it was a lost memory to you, laughing it off amongst whiskey that didn’t even taste that nice, but jaemin’s hand on your thigh was enough to give you at least a bit of comfort.

the other remembered, making sure that the stone was crafted and wrapped by the finest hands until it’s finally reached the doorstep of the Na household. in a nice little box like he requested, his initials burned into the crystal like he requested. it made him giddy, his initials on your stone that represents the day you were born — one day he’d just have to convince you to tattoo his name on you.

name tattoos were never a good thing, but it was a good thing that he was never letting you go.

“look at the back, doll,” your gasp was like music to his ears, the N.J.M. makes you smile and that makes jaemin shift in his suit. he feels hot.

“it’s beautiful, jaemin, but don’t you think this is too expensive?”

the other pouts, “are you rejecting my gifts now, hon? you bein’ ungrateful?”

your mouth hangs open, and you shake your head frantically. it didn’t help that jaemin would always tease you about taking his black card away, and when he actually did it, you spent the day sulking. it was a lesson well learnt, but other times, jaemin also really liked joking around.

“’m just kidding,” jaemin hums, flashing you a bright smile that makes your heart skip a beat, “do you like it? and don’t you dare call it too expensive.”

“nothin’ is too expensive for my girl.” the declaration has you flushing, cheeks hot from the compliment that you can’t help but throw your arms around him as thanks. his body is hot hot, an observation that doesn’t go unnoticed by you until your body is fully pressed up against him. he hates three-piece suits all of a sudden, he hates dressing up for events, he hates going for tailor appointments. he just wished that he was naked, feeling up every part of you.

it’s become unbearable. “where would you want to wear it, angel?”

“u-uh,” his lip brushes against your ear, “anywhere you’d like, jaem.”

“really? hm… then maybe i should make you wear it on your neck. classic, but i get to see it as you ride me. or maybe you would like it on your wrist? for when you’re jerking me off.” the thoughts of those two scenarios excite you more than you’d like to admit, pressing your thighs together. his whispers become your main reason of the arousal forming between your legs, “or maybe on your ankles? so i can hear it right beside my ears when your legs are on my shoulders.”

you smile just a little at all the possibilities, “why not all?”

jaemin only calls you a little minx, unable to take what she dishes out. that much rings true when the other bottoms out in your throat, causing you to gag uncomfortably around his huge cock. the guttural sounds point to your discomfort, but jaemin only forces it down your throat more — you’d say the safe word like you always gone through if you didn’t like it.

the sensation becomes better after a while, nose buried in the short tufts of hair on his pelvis until he pulls you off of him and then right back at where you started. jaemin groans when you get the message, hands clutching tightly onto his exposed thighs as you start to deep-throat him.

“am i doing good, sir?” jaemin shakily exhales, thumbs travelling under your eyes to wipe at the tears that’s formed at the corner of your eyes. the chain that came with three lengths holds the pendant he gifted you, dangling like a reminder of his love for you and his love to spoil you like a stubborn reminder. it makes such a memorable sound that jaemin would make you wear it each time you go at it like rabbits.

“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart.” he praises, smiling slightly when he sees you working harder on his cock. “c’mon, use your hands, now.”

you obey, beginning your cycle of bobbing your head and using both hands to cover his dick. you twist, squeeze, everything to provide the best for na jaemin. moaning out, he tangles his hands in your hair, the blowjob becoming so sloppy that drool drips from the side of your mouth. you slurp up his pre-cum, providing such lewd, obscene noises in his bedroom.

“mhmm- your cock always tastes so good, sir,” you comment, switching back to placing your hands around his ass to anchor yourself. jaemin catches the hand that dons the bracelet, letting your other one hold on for dear life.

“yeah? is that so?” you’re face-fucked in the next second, mouth being a cocksleeve for jaemin as he uses your mouth like a toy. it’s the second best place compared to your cunt, but he doesn’t like to compare. while your mouth is warm and wet, so is your pussy, but nothing quite gets him going like the way you clench your tight, little hole around him. “that’s it, take daddy’s dick.”

you moan around him, pleasantly surprised at the name change. vibrations shoot through his body, spurring his hips on while he fucks your mouth and you take it so well like a good girl that he stops himself. he pries you off in a second and ignores your protests, cheeks lovingly caressed by his ring-adorned fingers.

“it’s okay- it’s okay, jus’ wanna feel you around me, ‘kay?” jaemin reassures you as he pulls you atop him, paralysing you slightly by tracing a finger along your pussy lips. it sends a surge of pleasure up your spine, and while you know you’re always an open hole for jaemin, the sharp plunge of his dick into you stretches you out so well. it’s just a little painful from the sudden intrusion, but once jaemin rocks into you, everything melts away.

and all you know is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.

“want princess to cum first. you can do that, can’t you?” you nod eagerly, “but. i’ll need you to switch your bracelet out, baby. daddy’s hands are full.” you know he’s just making it harder for you once he starts thrusting, non-dominant hand slipping on the clasp every time. it’s even harder that you keep getting distracted by how his cock pistons into your pussy.

“a-ah! sir, c-can’t! it’s too much!”

“don’t disappoint me now, baby. and here i was... hnn- thinking about giving you my babies.” jaemin cooed, pelvis never resting even when he sees you struggling with the pendant. you finally manage to unclasp it, but you reach blindly around for the longer chain, grasping at the sheets, the pillows. there!

your whimpers hasn’t stopped one bit, looping the pendant through as jaemin’s hands move from your ass to your torso. jaemin loves to taunt, and he does just that when your hands reach behind to secure the clasp, snapping his hips a little hard right into your cunt. it draws out a long moan and a sick grin from the older, eyes swirling with how easily your body reacts. it’s a wonder jaemin hadn’t proposed yet. your hole squeezes him, the brief stilling of the other allowing you to secure the now necklace.

“ride me now, princess.” it flips a switch inside, and your hips slam down onto the other’s, creating such lewd noises that only professionals could dream of, juices slowly leaking from your thighs to stain jaemin’s. and once again, he becomes mesmerised with the pendant hanging above him as a reminder that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“wanna cum? hm? are you close?” jaemin asks, countering your hips with his own and you nod furiously, humping the air to get any form of friction against your clit. he sees your struggle, pressing a single finger against it and you whine like a bitch in heat, pulling the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. “come on, pretty girl, cum for me. cream my cock-“

it snaps, eliciting a scream out of you at the knot coming undone. you shiver and tremble, gushing all over his length that’s drenched with your cum. but the thrusts don’t stop, they always never do, driving you into overstimulation even when you’re crying out too much, s’too much, daddy! jaemin shamelessly admits that he likes daddy as much as sir; maybe he’ll add it to his baby’s vocabulary.

“hold your legs up for me like a good girl, still have ta’ cum.” jaemin flips you over and like always, he boasts the skill of his fingers, taking out the necklace and searches for the shorter chain, all while his shaft moves in and out. he’s reaching his end, but the anklet next to his ears is what drove him to pay loads to get the pendant done, and with new positions in his mind, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t fuck you in the one position that’s inspired all this in the first place.

“oh- fuck, i can’t take it, daddy!” jaemin loses grip, a whimper escaping just a bit at how your sensitive, puffy pussy clenches, and the ringing in his ears feel like ecstasy. he remembers watching N and J and M being carved into your birthstone and he replays your shocked reaction. if you were willing to give your all to him, then this was his way of claiming you as his, along with cumming deep inside your cute, wet cunt.

“almost there, bunny. gonna cum in ya, that okay?” once again, you fail on words and rely on your nods, the coldness of the chain settling around your ankle not doing much to pull you away from how your pussy felt sore. “gonna make me a daddy, fuck-!”

jaemin presses his body weight down onto yours, in the process, pushing your knees right up to your chest before groaning out loud. his tip shoots out his semen right up your womb, so much so that it oozes out of your cunt even after he pulls out. the ringing of your pendant stops, obviously, but the memory is already locked away safe in jaemin’s mind as he sighs tiredly.

“you okay?” he’s tender after sex, massaging the skin around your cunt that feel like it’s been driven to the point of exhaustion. you are, too, eyes barely kept open. but you want to drink in jaemin, tugging him closer with your legs.

“just great. now… about making you a daddy…”

a wave of panic flashes across jaemin’s face, “shit. wait, did i misread it? did you actually shake your h-“

giggling, you take his face into your palms, “no! naaah, i meant it. we can’t be so sure, right?”

“what are you implying, baby?”

“need you ta’ cum in me, again, daddy.”

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armoricaroyalty · 2 years ago

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What is one thing you've done in your story so far* that you feel most proud of? (could be a scene, plotline, piece of dialogue, screenshot, etc)

*so far = something you've already posted, not something you've got coming up 😎

Honestly? Most of it!

There’s a natural tendency to look back at your old work and cringe, and while I haven’t entirely freed myself of that impulse (I remain unsatisfied with lots of parts of chapter 1) but I’m very satisfied with most of my recent work on this story, particularly beginning with Chapter 2, Part 1.

A few specific things I am proud of include:

Chapter 2, Part 1. Beginning with Ch 2 Part 1, I decided to try telling more-constrained stories with fewer characters. There are bits and pieces I might handle a little differently now, but overall, I’m still extremely happy with this chapter overall. It’s a very contained story, and I’m still satisfied with the quality of my screenshots, the banter, and the way this part develops Rosalind and Mary and their relationship.

My most recent story post. This post represents a bit of a turn for the dark and dramatic. I think it’s natural to be a bit self-conscious about really dramatic developments in the story -- is it out of character? does it fit within the setting and the established relationships, or does it feel unearned? do my readers expect different things from me and my story, or will they welcome this development? I feel like I did a good job threading the needle with this update, and I also really like the way I lit and blocked this scene. My story is very cinematic in my own head, and this is one post that just matches up with the way it existed in my own head.

Kelly’s playlist. I love this just because I worked on it for over a year and it just came together really well. My mean older brothers used to tease me about my favorite bands/albums (leaving me permanently insecure about my musical taste, rip) and I’ve also got various brain weirdnesses that mean that the way I engage with music is very different than the way most people engage with music. (It’s complicated to explain, but I’ve got some auditory processing issues that mean I can’t fully hear/process pitch and rhythm but I also have sound/color synesthesia.) I really like this playlist and it was SO validating to have people say nice things about it to me. Thank you all for validating me, lol.

Thank you for the question and the excuse to brag :)

#ardeney-sims #armorica asks

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gubler-me-up · 4 years ago

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Unsung Heroes

Request: Hi! I just found your account and I am in LOVE. I know this is a sort of very specific ask, but could you write Spencer Reid dating a masculine/trans masculine person? I think it would be really cool so yeah lol thank u in advance 🥺🥺💖💖 (ur literally so damn talented)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, anon! Sorry it took a long time to get to but I’m glad I’m getting it out before the end of the year. This is my first masc trans reader fic out of two in my requests, so I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if there is anything I can improve on or anything you would like to see in my next masc trans spencer reid fic that I didn’t portray well here. I did a bit of research to make sure my portrayal was accurate but I am always open to improving my work especially so readers feel comfortable and represented while reading. Hope you enjoy and happy reading! 💕

Couple: Spencer Reid/Masc trans!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None just pure ~fluff~

Word count: 2.5k

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You threw on your favourite flannel to complete your outfit. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time to fix your hair properly before Spencer arrived. He might not be a fan of styling his hair but making sure your hair was to your liking was your thing. Especially after getting a fresh cut it was important to you that you made the best of it before your hair started to grow back.

You then quickly checked your beard to see if there were any noticeable razor bumps. You didn’t see any visible ones but the ones below the surface were always the dangerous ones. You ran your hand over your beard to feel for any up and coming bumps. You stopped your finger over a spot that felt tender to the touch.

“Ah, you already feel as if you’re going to be a pain,” you mumbled to yourself.

You heard soft knocks on your door before you could continue your battle with your soon to be razor bump. You grabbed your wallet and keys off of your dresser before leaving your bedroom to answer the door. You opened the door to see Spencer standing in front of you with his hands gripped on his satchel strap and an excited smile plastered on his face.

He gently lifted his satchel to bring your attention to it. You chuckled as you saw how full it looked. You looked at him with a quizzical expression as he started to laugh himself.

“I thought we could read some light literature as we indulge in these breakfast burritos you’re so excited about,” he said.

“I haven’t read a good book in a while let alone encyclopedias,” you chuckled.

“They’re not all encyclopedia’s. Just one,” he said.

You laughed as you closed the door behind you. You didn’t believe him one bit about only having one encyclopedia in his satchel but you weren’t going to overly tease him about it. You were more interested in him trying a breakfast burrito for the first time.

You originally didn’t get the hype over breakfast burritos for a while until you were running late to work one morning and saw a food truck nearby. They convinced you to try their breakfast burrito and you’ve been loyal to them ever since. You knew Spencer was more of a coffee and go person but you thought he might enjoy trying something new.

“We’ll find out the truth after we get something to eat,” you said.

Spencer smiled and nodded as he loosened his grip on his satchel strap. He let his hand loosely fall to his sides. You smirked as you reached your hand out to him and he immediately grabbed it. To say he was forever touched starved was an understatement.

You were glad you could give him something he didn’t already have plenty of in his life. Touching books and case files all day definitely couldn’t give him the physical touch he deeply desired. You were happy every day for the past six months you could be the one to embrace him in any amount of touch. Bonus points for him always smelling good as well.

Spencer pressed the button for the elevator. “Are these breakfast burritos really as good as you say they are?”

“You’re doubting me now?” You asked.

“No, I would never do that. I’m just saying we sometimes have different tastes in things,” he said.

“Oh? What kind of things?” You asked.

“Well, you prefer listening to more contemporary artists while I’m more into classical,” he said.

“Musical taste is whatever though. I can get down to Mozart any day,” you chuckled.

He laughed. “Well, you take your coffee with oat milk and three brown sugars. I take mine black with a little sugar.”

“If you think half the sugar canister is a little sugar then I don’t wanna know what you consider a lot of sugar.”

You both laughed as the elevator doors opened. You both stepped into it and you pressed the lobby floor. You looked at him with a smirk before grabbing his chin. He smiled at your touch as he looked lovingly into your eyes.

“What?” He asked.

“I think there’s one thing we can both agree we have good taste in,” you said.

You leaned in and kissed Spencer on the lips which you knew he longed for. He didn’t hesitate to embrace you fully into his mouth. You don’t think you’ve ever kissed a guy with softer lips than him. He latched his hands onto your face and started to stroke his thumb against your beard. It ran over the growing razor bump but you didn’t mind if he touched it.

You parted your lips from him before you changed your mind and opted to spend the day with him in your apartment. He chuckled and didn’t move his hands away from your face. It didn’t seem as if the good doctor was quite finished with you.

“You want another taste?” You joked.

He nodded. You obliged and leaned in to kiss him again. You could have him for breakfast all day every day. Since breakfast was taken up by a breakfast burrito with your names on it, you guessed you could have him for lunch instead.

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You and Spencer had found a rock to sit on near the lake. The park was quite full for a Sunday morning but with such nice weather you couldn’t blame people for wanting to be out and about so early. You watched Spencer carefully as he took his time eating his breakfast burrito. You couldn’t quite tell if he liked it or not based on his blank stare into the water as he ate.

“How do you like it?” You asked.

He quickly snapped out of his long gaze into the water. He looked over at you and smiled but it couldn’t fool you. You knew something was running around that big brain of his and you wanted to know what.

“I like it. It’s definitely an interesting concept,” he said as he took another small bite.

“Spence, what’s wrong?” You asked.

He shook his head in response to you as he finished chewing. You gave him a second to finish whatever was left in his mouth before he started talking. He let out a drawn-out sigh before licking his lips.

“I was going over case files this week and went over this one from a few years ago. This little boy’s family was murdered and he was the only survivor. Found out he left his aunt and uncle’s house to go into foster care. Apparently, he’s been having a hard time no matter where he goes,” he said.

“Well, from being a human I can tell you family sucks but from working in social work I can tell you the foster care system sucks. It’s hard to look at some of these cases and talk to these children having a hard time for sure,” you said.

“I just don’t feel as if I’m making a difference,” he confessed.

You shook your head in protest. If anyone was making a difference it was Dr. Spencer Reid. You knew how doubtful he could be of his capabilities sometimes but you knew he just needed a little reminder here and there.

“Are you kidding? You’re out here risking your life to catch serial killers every day and you don’t think you’re making a difference?” You asked.

“But it just stops there. The lives ruined never get fixed. The survivors never know a sense of peace. I just help solve cases and then move onto the next thing,” he said.

“You don’t have to deal with the social work or therapy side of these cases because there are people who take that area over for you. You do enough, Spence,” you said.

“And you do the most, Y/N. You’re so good at social work and when you’re not doing that you’re dedicating your time volunteering for homeless youths,” he said.

“It’s easy to volunteer though. Anyone can do it,” you said.

“And here I am not doing that.”

Spencer stared back into the depths of the water as he took another bite from his breakfast burrito. A bigger bite this time. You were honestly impressed. He probably took a bigger bite so he had more time to chew and less time to talk about his worries. A true genius.

You looked into the water yourself. The waves coming in reminded you of what one of your coworkers said to you once. You laughed to yourself which brought Spencer’s attention back to you.

“You know when I first told one of my coworkers I was transgender they asked if my transitioning period felt as if that one scene in Mulan where she looked at her reflection and knew she was supposed to reflect who she was inside and then decided to pretend to be a man to go into war on behalf of her father. I said not exactly and before I could explain to them why their analogy wasn’t really accurate, they hugged me and said they were proud I was able to reflect who I was inside on the outside,” you said.

“The lake reminded you of your coworker’s ignorance?” He questioned.

You chuckled. “No, it reminded me of that scene in Mulan and then that reminded me of my coworker’s ignorance. That being said though they did tell me how a lot of people they know are unsung heroes. I asked what they meant by that and they said unsung heroes are people who are trying their best but aren’t acknowledged or are overlooked by others or themselves.”

“Are you trying to say I’m a little harsh on myself?”

“Just a little.”

He looked back out into the lake again. You could see the wheels in his head turning as he thought about what you said. You continued to enjoy your breakfast sandwich as you let him ponder on your words. Usually it was the other way around and the words you were pondering were a bit more complex but you were nonetheless glad you could get him thinking.

By the time he looked at you, your burrito was nearly done. His whole time thinking he hadn’t taken another bite of his burrito. You didn’t know if you were happy he was about to talk to you about his insights or upset because he made a good breakfast burrito get cold.

“You don’t think I’m an unsung hero do you?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Of course not. I think you’re just a hero who wants to save the whole world at once but can barely finish a breakfast burrito.”

He chuckled. “This thing’s huge.”

“And so is the world but just like your bites, you have to solve issues within it in small nibbles,” you joked.

He laughed as he took another bite out of it. He tried to chew it with a smile on his face but you knew he hated the fact it was cold. You laughed at him as he swallowed the remains of his bite. He carefully wrapped his half-eaten burrito before looking at you with a wide smile. You were glad to see him smiling again and the doubt lifted from his face.

“I think you’re right,” he said.

“You think I’m right? Say that I’m right again and you might just have to hand over your Ph.D. to me,” you joked.

He chuckled. “Which one?”

You both laughed. When Spencer made a joke, it was definitely one for the books. However, when he made a good joke it was one for the history books. You believed the longer you two are together the better his humour could become.

“All jokes aside, I want to spend my free time volunteering with homeless youths with you,” he said.

You looked at him surprised but a smile soon appeared on your face. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He looked at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes of his filled with hope. You nodded your head.

“I would love for you to volunteer with me. I think the kids would love learning a thing or two from you,” you said.

“Teach?” You said.

“Yeah. Every Friday we teach youths a different arrangement of skills that will help them in life. It’s a great sight seeing them have hope in their eyes again. I first started with counselling transgender youths in the program and have branched out to other members of the LGBTQ2S+. I now help homeless youths who have been victims of physical abuse. It’s definitely hard stuff to hear but seeing their faces when they know they’re being helped through their problems is the biggest reward I could ever ask for.”

Throughout your whole speech you could see tears at the brim of Spencer’s eyes. He tried to wipe his eyes before any tears could fall out but you already knew you had touched his soft spot. He smiled brightly at you before letting out a soft chuckle.

“I hope they like physics,” he said.

You laughed. “Taught the Dr. Spencer Reid way, I think they will have a new appreciation of the science.”

You both broke out into laughter again. You broke the laughter by kissing him on the lips. You could never get over how happy he looked every time you kissed him.

“I love you, Spencer,” you said.

He grinned. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“How about we get you some real breakfast and head back to my place for lunch?” You said.

You stood up on the rock and placed your hand out for Spencer to use to get up. He gladly grabbed onto it as you hoisted him up. For someone with a Ph.D. in physics you would think that he would have a better sense of how to balance. It was just another cute quirk of his you loved.

“Some real breakfast?” He questioned.

“Yeah, your coffee with a “little” sugar,” you said.

“Ah, my real breakfast. So what’s going to be for lunch?” He asked.

You grabbed his hand to hold as you two walked through the park. You smirked at him as you looked him up and down. He blushed as he let you examine him from head to toe.

“Your encyclopedia’s of course,” you said.

“Wait, what? Why my encyclopedia’s?” He asked.

“Ah-ha, so there are more than one in your bag,” you said.

He sighed. “Was this your way of making me confess that you’re right again?”

“Yes.”

“So there’s no lunch?”

“You’re lunch.”

“Ah, I see you’re on a diet then.”

“You know what? I love that my humour’s rubbing off on you so well.”

“I think it’s a sign we belong in each other’s life for a long time to come.”

You laughed. “I’m not the romantic type but I have to agree.

“So how come I’ve told all my friends from work you’re the most romantic person I know?”

“Oh? I guess I’ll show you how romantic I can be during lunch.”

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crashingmeteorz · 4 years ago

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Music Shuffle Challenge!

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people!

thank you so much @savsfeelings for tagging me! music and tag games are some of my favorite things lol, and i’m flattered you’re interested in my music taste! btw, love on top is THE superior song.

Playlist Title: lately. it’s a mix of my favorite songs and songs recommended to me on spotify. idk how accurate it is since i haven’t really been listening to music as much lately, but it makes me happy whenever i listen to it!

The Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Experience

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

(You) Got What I Need - Freddie Scott

Can’t Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

Crash My Car - COIN

Family Friend - The Vaccines

We’ll Meet Again - Vera Lynn

It’s Been a Long, Long Time - Harry James

Right Back Where We Started From - Maxine Nightengale

Cecilia - Simon and Garfunkel

idk that this really fully represents me - on some levels it does, but it’s also missing the fact that i have say so by doja cat and a lo-fi rendition of the roost from animal crossing by blue brew music on this same playlist lol. it’s a long playlist. let me know if any of you guys listen to the same artists!

i’m tagging: @earringsokka @sifu-sugarqueen @disruptive-existence @sen-raq @ethemreal @katarahairloopies @gayronan @billycaplans @gingersnapped @ordinaryfruitpunch and anyone else who wants to participate!!!

#tag games #beyonce #the orion experience #cage the elephant #freddie scott #frankie valli #COIN #the vaccines #vera lynn #harry james #maxine nightingale #simon and garfunkel #doja cat #blue brew music #animal crossing #candy talks

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tellyouwhatilike · 5 years ago

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WILDFLOWER PART 1 - CALUM HOOD

So this is what I’ve been working on! I’m finishing part 2 as I post this. I really hope y’all like this, it’s been super fun to write and I haven’t posted any new writing in a loooooooong time- so please let me know what you think! <3

Part one does not contain any smut, part 2 will 100% be smut lol.

WARNING: This contains mature language and subject matters, 18+ please!!

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PART ONE

“Cal!” An excited voice called from across the large patio.

Calum’s head whipped around while his eyes searched the scantily-clad crowd at one of this month’s industry networking events the label requested he attend. He had to admit, this was one of the more amusing ones, a themed pool party with a barbeque style spread. With that signature phony, ostentatious LA touch to it, of course. This is the kind of thing Calum typically steered clear of in the past; less so since officially uprooting his life to Los Angeles and being conditioned by his band’s record label to make appearances at gatherings like this on a regular basis. His eyes finally landed on his target and his lips curled up instantly—the melodic voice that had called out his name over the masses of valleyspeak blending together in the background, and subsequently, the only true reason he’d agreed to represent the band tonight at this function.

“My, my, my; look what we have here” he said with cheeky implication as he took a moment to slowly look her up and down with a shit-eating grin spread across his face, leaving his eyes squinted and cheeks rounded. She looked even better than he remembered, her long tousled hair neatly spilling over her shoulder just how he’d always liked it. It had been months since he’d seen her in the flesh and the sight of her was enough to make him feel giddy to his core.

“I’m so glad you could make it” she replied with a breathy laugh, cheeks slightly flushed as her arms wrapped around his neck for a quick squeeze ‘hello.’ In that moment, she was very pleased with her decision to wear her sleek black one-piece suit under her cutoff shorts with a red lip—a combination that always delivered. His palm lingered across the span of her waist around her back, squeezing gently, letting it run down to her hip before letting go. When they parted from their embrace and their eyes met, Calum’s cheeky confidence quickly turned shy and boyish, as it typically does.

“Yeah, me too. This is—this is quite the soiree.” He motioned to the mingling bodies around them. “Um, so how have you been, how was Morocco?” He looked down awkwardly at his shoes for a brief moment, cursing himself and nature for not being smoother. Trying not to come off too eager although he’d been thinking about this interaction daily for nearly a year now, whether they had been speaking or not.

They had been engaging in a modest flirtation for months and months now, they had tried going on a handful of dates right around the time the band came back to LA from touring to focus on writing the following album, ‘Calm.’ The term ‘dates,’ however, should be used loosely; Calum’s record label doesn’t approve of the guys getting snapped by paps casually dating around. Rules have certainly been broken in the past— but he figured, since they’d only just met, it wasn’t worth the headaches that these things cause on the harsh world that is the internet. People always talk and it tends to confuse the masses. So, they opted for more intimate yet appropriate venues for their rendezvous like dinner at Calum’s outdoor living space, tight knit shin-digs at his bandmate Michael’s house, or lengthy facetime calls from their respective home couches.

Calum was absolutely smitten- a feeling so new to him, he couldn’t even remember if he’d ever felt it with anyone else before. He was also terrified things would fall apart just like they always had in the past, she ran free and untamed, never staying in one place long enough to make lasting connections, making Calum wary of her potentially leaving and breaking his heart. He could always see it in her face, there was a wild side to her that she couldn’t explain. Things quickly began to prove too consuming for him as he tried to juggle really getting to know her, despite his reservations, and focusing on pouring his heart into the upcoming record. He’s the type to completely immerse himself in whatever it is that’s important to him, so he felt it wasn’t fair to them or his art if they continued building on the relationship. The pair chalked it up to poor timing and decided to give each other space while he worked with his band tirelessly on their music for a number of months. Forever the wandering bohemian, she jetted off to spend some time living with friends in Amsterdam and then frolicking about in Morocco for the summer.

Once the record was released, promotion was finished and the tour was completed; he and his band mates arrived back to LA for some much-needed R & R before eventually returning to the writing process to start it all over again. She returned back to her home base, for the time being, sun-kissed and thrilled to be back in the states for one major reason. Calum had spent nearly the whole first month home catching up on sleep, ordering sushi on grubhub and lounging around in boxers doing next to nothing; standard procedure. But now he was fully rested, extremely rejuvenated, and he was eager to get up to no good.

“I’ve been good, yeah, Morocco was gorgeous and…mind-altering…” She trailed off, losing her train of thought while taking in his face, she shook her head slightly. “Wow, it is so nice to see you again.” She reveled, her green eyes catching light of the twinkling strings adorning the canopy above where they stood. “It’s been a while, huh?” Her cheeks swelled up as she flashed him a smile and attempted to calculate quite how long it had been in her head, remembering some of the last times they hung out vividly. Thoughts shifting to his scent, how he looked different but it was somehow even better than before, the way he had to look down to meet her gaze, the hand he had pressed against her waist when he greeted her earlier, how she felt at ease and wired at the same time to be in his presence.

“Way too long” He said through a toothy smile, already having to remind himself of how they vowed to take things slowly over the text messages leading up to tonight, and simultaneously imagining leaving cherry red marks down the length of her neck. He couldn’t stop sneaking glimpses of her exposed skin and imagining her dark hair splayed across his crisp white sheets or holding her tightly while she wore one of his old t shirts, he desperately hoped that’s where this night was headed. His tongue slipped out and ran its way over his bottom lip when the thin black strap of her bathing suit slipped down her shoulder, his hand moving before the rational side of his brain had any time to talk him out of it. He gently brushed her hair back to expose her bare shoulder and slid the strap back up into place for her, their eyes meeting as his hand lingered there for a moment too long. His jaw tensed as he pulled his hand away, looking down briefly, she swallowed and made herself busy with her champagne flute. He swore he could feel little tiny electric sparks flying each time his skin met hers. “Sorry” He muttered, ever apologetic.

“Don’t be” She said softly and gave him ‘the eyes,’ the eyes that Calum still thought about before he fell asleep some nights. A face that looked like it came straight out of his dreams, innocent yet sinister all rolled into one, making him shiver. A face he couldn’t help but imagine staring up at him while she takes him into her mouth slowly, then all at once. Quite a regular fantasy he’d been having these days, this face felt like she was giving an open invitation to daydream of her. They’d been calling or texting almost daily for around two weeks since she arrived back home, anticipation rising with each passing day.

“So,” He cleared his throat some, “What are you doing after this?” He asked, meaning for it to come off more charming than it did. “I mean, would you want to go hang out somewhere… else? Or something.” He suddenly regretted going in for the kill so soon, he couldn’t read her expression, though he thought if he stared at her pouty pink lips and long dark lashes for long enough, he might. She smirked to herself and let out a chuckle, using her index finger to poke him in the chest. He, rather dramatically, twisted his face up and rubbed the spot vigorously with his palm.

“Owww!” He whined, wide eyed and feigning disdain. “What did you do that for?” He carried on while she rolled her eyes playfully. Tired of the party’s cold chickpea ‘cheeseburger’ sliders and shallow conversation, she decided to speed this process along. She was no fool, they’d both been waiting for this very moment as an excuse to hang out alone again.

“Let’s get out of here.” She leaned in to put her lips up close to his ear, brushing her palm up against his bicep lightly. She pulled back to look him in the eyes, a little smile taking over her plush lips his eyes kept finding their way back to. “I wanna come to your house” She stated, stepping forward slightly to close the space between them, her scent creeping up into his nasal passages and making his mouth go dry imagining how sweet she’d taste.

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat, his eyes widening. “Sure… I mean, yeah, sounds good. I’ll grab the car.” He said, trying (and failing) to sound as cool as possible, turning abruptly and b-lining for the gate, lightning suddenly coursing through his veins at the thought of what was to come. Once to the car, he used the mirror to check his hair as he pulled around to the front drive of the house, moving it around and smoothing it down, not making much of a difference with his recently-buzzed ‘do. Now, he knew exactly where the night was going.

(To be continued...)

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shades4dogs · 4 years ago

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i had a SUPER tiring day i mite talk abut later but RIGHT NOW i wanna talk about the make it sweet! album for Um Jammer Lammy because i listtened to than a couple days ago, and just today i showed it 2 my little brother, and i wanted to write down what i thought about the tracks!!

youtube

i wrote down my personal thoughts on each track and gave it a rating out of 5 Dashies (-= It’s because i’m autistic plain and simple

if you read all of this you’re officially a legend

[1/2) Let’s Jam Together!/KEEP YOUR HEAD UP!!] - waow!!!

I LOVE THIS SONG <3 i really liked this song when i heard it in the credits and was wondering what its name was, it was nice to hear it in the album as the very first track!!

i love the additional dialogue at the start, the “Hey, do you play the guitar? Let’s jam together!” really represents the ragtaginess of the band just kind of throwing themselves together to make music so naturally... like little jigsaw pieces... it makes me want to know exactly how they interacted before the formation of MilkCan, how long they’d known each other/how they had known each other, or if they met right as they made the band.

the playful and funny lyrics of this song are really great, and i like the way it trails off in the middle. like the song was just Katy Kat truly venting off her frustrations and heartbreak about someone she used to like.

i wonder who exactly Katy Kat is talking about here in this song... well anyways she’s got lammy now so all’s well (-=

the second portion’s lyrics sound a little dopey and off-key, but i think it reflects katy’s mood regarding the lyrics of how easy her life used to be, and it all comes together beautifully for the chorus reprise with some pretty strings (i love strings in rock music!)

i bet this kind of music really resonated with some young girls listening. Can’t relate however as I hate men.

overall this is a 5/5 dashies! “Amazing!”

[3) FRIGHT FLIGHT!!] - LOOK UP IN THE SKY.

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS IN THE GAME! when it started obviously i was expecting fussenpepper, and it was shocking to hear katy kat singing it

i think this is one of the covers that katy kat’s voice matches the most! her voice really fits shouting like that, it’s really hyped up

my favourite line from her cover is the “Now it’s time to move on, it only gets much harder, so carry on!”

and obviously i love hearing her say “Now do you like munchies? I wonder where lunch is!”

i do think that captain fussenpepper’s voice suits the song better than her, because it was made with him, but her voice definitely shines on this track!

overall this is a 4/5 dashies! “Really Good!”

[4) BABY BABY!!] - Imagine kids singing this on a car trip with their parents looking dead inside in the front seats.

I USED TO NOT LIKE THIS SONG. but playing it myself really warmed me up on it, and this version on the album made me like it even more!! i love katy kat’s additional lines between the baby’s, she suits giving those secondary vocals and they add a whole additional layer to the song.

i also like that the baby’s lyrics kind of echo over lammy’s guitar parroting, like you can hear the “... ma ma ma ma” coming in at the end of her first part, it sounds really nice!

this is the song i can really imagine kids shouting the lyrics to at a birthday party or something and i think they knew that when they added it O_O

overall this is a 4.5/5 dashies! “Almost Perfect!” i think it would’ve been cooler if the lammy and katy kat parts were more integrated with eachother. don’t ask me how exactly, because i don’t know, and maybe they didn’t either... it still came out REALLY nice!

[5) FIRE FIRE!!] - Aweome where is chief puddle? )-=

i think that this is my favourite song in the entire game, altho that will change depending on what day you ask me it, and a big part of it is fire chief puddle’s vocals and the brass and sound effects of the song

it kind of sucks that a lot of that seems lacking in katy’s version, although i like that it kind of seems like theres more emphasis on the percussions of it!

i don’t like the distant whispery vocals on the “Put it on the fire, feel good, Put it out cold and feel good”, it sounds really weird. because those lyrics are one of my favourites in the original song with chief puddle. i’d definitely rather listen to his version

overall this is a 3/5 dashies! “It’s Good!” i like katy’s vocals, but they definitely come out better on other tracks, and i miss chief puddle.

[6) PJ Berri Jam] - Much Love To The Funny Bear That Make’s Me Smile.

title made me a lot more excited for this song than i ended up feeling about it... OBVIOUSLY NO INSULT TO PJ’S JAM BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN COOL TO HAVE A BEAT WITH ORIGINAL LYRICS instead of just lines from the one cutscene...

it’d have been cooler if it was longer too, but i understand why it wasn’t, because the instrumentals work best in this little snippet instead of long-term where they’d definitely require more lyrics

i like that it sounds like the Fire Fire! parappa version considering that’s his first stage! i don’t know if there’s any verification to this, but it makes me think that the beats for all of parappa’s songs in Um Jammer Lammy are made by PJ, which is just really nice to think about... he’s so skilled ;_; PJ and parappa’s iconic collabs...

i don’t know how to rate this at all, but for the headcanon it gave me, i’m giving it a 4/5 dashies! “Really Good!”

[7) BIRTH SONG] - i wouldn’t play for someone else

EXTREMELY FUNNY NAME

i think i like the choir vocals of the song in the cutscenes, but i definitely love katy’s voice in this one, it sounds really sweet

i can’t remove it from the weirdness of the scenario (the first time i saw that shit i was so goddamn baffled) but this does actually Make It Sweet!

i love how her voice sounds in the chorus, and the last line (“Our newest little baby!”) sounds really nice in her voice!!

IDK EXACTLY HOW TO DESCRIBE IT... her vocals just seem... sweetly genuine? like not that she’s really invested in what she’s saying, but just that she’s really enjoying singing it in a small and cute way? IDK... EITHER WAY i like it!

i like the additional lyrics as well! extensions to parappa/ujl songs should always be welcomed i think.

overall i rate this a 3.5/5 dashies! “Pretty Good!” weird song made fun and sweet by katy kat, thank you so much!

[8) THEME OF RAMMY] - music that makes you cause problems

yesssss YESSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSS

WHEN I GOT TO THIS TRACK IT BECAME ONE OF MY NEW FAVOURITES OF THE WHOLE GAME!

i love the ditzy yet cool lull of the electric guitar, it sounds playful and silly, but with the aesthetic of the instruments used in the song it sounds awesome at the same time.

the strings throughout the song following the rhythm of that guitar add a slight classical feel to it as well that i really like, a level of elegance in contrast to the next part i describe

the muffled and staticy electric guitar parts sound so discordant, yet perfectly in control at the same time, and very In-Your-Face as they just come and go at random over the base sillysong. i really really like that, and it shows off Rammy’s fiery attitude!

i really love how the violent clash of the instruments seems to come together so well in this. it is a really well-made song that made me like Rammy more than i did previously. i think people who know me well will understand that i really like strings in otherwise intense songs, like violins and stuff, so i was really happy to hear some!

FULLY HONESTLY, MY ONLY WISH? is that it was longer. LOL

as an aside, the lull i described reminds me way too much of the theme for sam and max’s office in the TTG series. which obviously is a very personal reason to like the song more, but it is a reason for me NoneTheLess.

overall this gets a 5/5 dashies! “Amazing!”

[9) CASINO IN MY HAIR] - texan ear worm signs.

PAUL CHUCK COME GET YOUR SONG

ALSO THIS SONG BELONGS TO SANDY CHEEKS.

katy kat’s voice fits this song EXTREMELY SURPRISINGLY WELL! i like that she puts on the accent and everything, the rhythm of the lyrics and her enthusiasm go together so NICE!

i like the expansion of the lyrics and the repetition of it is one of its strengths, like any song of that kind (hopefully)

it’s a really big earworm for me, and every so often ill just sing out “Where’s that place that comes in pairs whenever I’m aware? Casino here, casino there, casino in my hair!” VERY SIMPLE YET VERY CATCHY

Yee Haw!

overall i rate this a 4.5/5 dashies! “Super Cool!” it couldn’t be better, but i wouldn’t say it’s one of the best, just for the sheer quality of the other songs i’ve given 5/5 to so far

SIDENOTE - [10) Radio Signal Jam] - F*ck you

OK. i like the presentation of this as if it’s playing live on a radio. it’s a nice little additional flavour to the whole thing that i enjoy immensely. HOWEVER.

nothing can match my disappointment at the next song not being Master Onion’s song. My heart will forever be broken by this traitorous deception. I was promised Tamanegi Sensei. Where is he! WHERE IS HE!!! WAS HE TO BUSY GAMBLING?? COME BACK I LOVE YOU

O-K let’s move on

[11) TASTE OF TERIYAKI] - songs that have mood swings

this song baffles me. i definitely get what they were trying to do with the intro portions with the dramatic quiet, the focus on the vocals and guitar with the creeping and echoing drums and reverberating electronic sounds

it could’ve been really cool, but for the most part it frankly sounds sh*t.

if they could’ve gotten some line re-dos from Teriyaki’s singer to match the lower tempo, it definitely would have sounded most excellent. But the use of the lyrics from the high-tempo song here is just jarring. when i showed this to my brother he genuinely just started laughing from how bad it sounded.

BUT HERE’S WHERE I CAN’T JUST RULE IT AS A BAD SONG.

THE SUDDEN SHIFT INTO THE HIGH TEMPO. IT IS BEAUTIFUL. IT ADDS SO MUCH EXTRA POWER TO THE CHORUS OF THE SONG. i like the song more with the brass and the backup singers, but this genuinely sounds so goddamn cool.

i LOVE the additional lines from teriyaki, it makes them sound even more like an idol! they sound amazing!

And then it stops. Back to the slow nonsense. I am left to dream of what could’ve been. i will say this one sounds better than the other one. Possibly because it’s shorter.

AND THEN THE AWESOME SONG COMES BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I’M LIKE YEAH WOO!!!!! i love the additional discordant sounds in this version, and i like that they did sometimes include the cool SHHH-PSHHH slap-ish sound in the chorus for this portion. the da da da DA DA! being with guitars instead of brass used to disappoint me, but the more i hear it here, the more i like it.

and then my favourite part of the song: the backup vocals combined with a fast rattling-off of teriyaki’s vocal lines from parappa’s version. this sounds godlike. This is the best. I roll around in circles listening to and thinking about this part. the fact that it fades out right as it gets to that breaks my heart into little pieces.

and then it’s over...

i think it’s very fitting that the song that takes over the album out of nowhere and is literally from hell is the most baffling and loved/hated by me. i don’t think i’ve ever been able to truly say that i both love and hate a song.

if someone was good enough at editing to combine this with the actual version of the song, as well as the vocal lines from parappa’s version, into an essentially extended cut of the album version without the weird slow parts, i would be forever indebted to them.

overall i rate this a ???/5 dashies. ”Help!” it flipflops way too much for me to give a number. Thank you Teriyaki Yoko.

[12) POWER OFF! POWER ON!] - HYYYYYYPE

i need to say it. this song has the coolest sounds in the entire game. this is one of the songs that i might abruptly decide is my favourite for a day or so and then go back to Fire Fire! or Taste of Teriyaki (game version). the guitar is most exquisite in this song.

my little brother adores this song, and a big part of that is credited to the silly vocals of Paul Chuck. he’s like Goofy but extra lethal. i love him

ANYWAYS. after Fire Fire! i was concerned that this song’s vocals would be replaced entirely by Katy, but it seems like they understood Paul Chuck’s integral nature to the charm of the song, and so we get a back-and-forth of them both singing lines, with lammy playing in between. it sounds REALLY good!

i like the additional lines by Chuck at the beginning during the intro. they’re a nice little bonus for the three Paul Chuck fans that exist (two being me and my brother)

as always, gotta love katy kat’s vocals!! they definitely benefit from being combined with the vocals of the original song. the chorus parts where they both sing in unison sound AWESOME!!! i wonder if the Fire Fire! cover would have benefited from this alternation....

the filter over the “NEVER USE JOE CHIN’S CHAIN’S FOR THEM!” really adds to it as well! i like that addition.

by the way my favourite line from this song is the “All I wanna hear is you’ve come over here, there’s no fooling around with gears!” it just has such a good flow. not really explicitly related to this version specifically, maybe less so since i prefer it with Chuck’s voice over Katy’s, but yeah.

this song is really hard for me in-game. like, more than any other song i think, apart from Taste of Teriyaki. which i would like to thank this song for allowing me to escape from (-=

this gets a 5/5 Dashies and a “DA-HYUCK!” from me!

[13) WE ARE MILKCAN!!] - Woaah My Head Is Spinning!

another original that only plays during the cutscenes, understandably without the vocals. i liked it then, and i like it even more now!

katy’s lyrics add SO SO MUCH to the high-tempo intensity of the introduction to this song, and the chaos of the entire thing makes it really fun to listen to

i do still enjoy the slower parts of this song! i can imagine katy singing this as the events she describe happen in real time. i really like listening to her try to encourage lammy and ma-san to get it together and play with her.

the bouncing between the full music of her lines contrasting with the quiet and dinky replies of ma-san and lammy makes this track really fun to listen to!

after that part, it goes back to sounding like the intro portion again, but increases in tempo drastically overtime, before suddenly slowing down again and then launching into high speed at random. it’s a really fun and theatrical and dramatic piece to listen to!!!

personally though, it’s not so much my thing based on the sound alone. it’s definitely a great song but i like things a little more relaxed and orderly than this. the quality of it comes from the lyrics and the emotions they manage to carry through with the instrumentals. its a really good glimpse into the nature and personality of MilkCan!

i give this song a 4/5! “Really Good!” there’s nothing i’d suggest to improve this song. it’s just a little to hectic for me, and feels more like music for a theatrical play than any other track. i generally don’t like that kind of stuff (altho there’s definitely exceptions)

SIDENOTE - [14) Jam Chin] - F*ck you eggplant head saunaman.

You disrespected Parappa. You disrespected Sunny Funny and her sweet smile. You have disrespected MilkCan.

Thank you Ma-San for killing this man. I love U.

[15) GOT TO MOVE! (Millennium Girl)

the final song... i knew it would be Got To Move... it makes COSMIC sense

i like the additional little part before the song begins giving some time to breathe in before my head starts screaming in excitement at this song.

this is an AMAZING song and another one of my little brother’s favourites! he likes to sing it! it’s not one of my favourites but it’s definitely revered with me. it’s a sheer quality song and the one that best captures the soul of MilkCan!!

and i have to say. this album version made me like it EVEN MORE. at first i was enjoying the regular song, but then in the second part PARAPPA comes in with the alternate lines from his version in-between Katy Kat’s lines. it is SO SO SO cool. i often think about how songs in the game would sound with parappa’s versions incorporated in some fashion like this and it comes out so EPIC!!

it seriously made me pog SO hard when i heard him coming in. SOOOO exciting!

some thought notes about this song:

i really like the guitar during the portion leading up to the chorus, it sounds really cool.

katy’s singing in the chorus itself is the best of ALL her singing! her voice blends perfectly with the tone, the pitch shifts, the vibes... angellic truly

parappa‘s lyrics in-between add such an awesome additional energy, especially the lyrics that go on a little longer, like “But let me give you a word of advice, it seems like a waste of time, but it’s nice!” those lines shine the most to me.

my other favourite part is the rapid backforth in the later part of the chorus, especially the “GO! ON! MOVE! ON!” between katy’s lines. it goes together IMPECCABLY

it should be obvious, but this song gets a 5/5 Dashies from me! “Amazing!” it truly blew me away, just like the 5/5 Dashie portions of Taste of Teriyaki did. i love the fact that Parappa’s lines are slightly more muted and behind a bit of a filter to make sure the focus is on Katy’s iconic lines, but are clear enough to be enjoyed.

Truly Thank U so much if you read this far... i love u so mach.... thank you for listening to me ramble about my current hyperfix <3 (-=

#txt #ptr #um jammer lammy #autism moment

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ddaenghoney · 5 years ago

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chapter seven

masterlist link in blog description.

As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.

Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N

disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.

Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)

Chapter warning(s): none.

Word count: 5064

if you enjoy please, please let me know!

Yoongi, 2:36pm: Can you meet me at my apartment? I have to upload some things, and my stylists are going to set up there.

Y/N, 2:37pm: Yeah, hopefully I’ll be there before four. I don’t know what Yerin wants.

Your head lifts from your rigid posture on the couch, glancing in the direction of the elevator as a random employee delivers mail to the secretary. She told you to sit and wait approximately twenty minutes ago. The man returns to the elevator, bidding a cheerful goodbye to the girl who waves back at him. Your eyebrows furrow back down at your lap, hoping her normal demeanor can be taken as a positive sign for you.

Yoongi, 2:40pm: Whatever she says can’t be too awful. You haven’t done anything wrong.

Though you’re inclined to agree, at this point in your hole of misdeeds you wonder if even the tiniest things could set her off nowadays. The dates you and Yoongi go on aren’t blatantly full of affection, but given your mutual lack of acting--and desire to be affectionate with one another, you think you’re both done pretty good. Twitter likes it all, from what you have looked at, and celebrity news outlets commonly refer to you both positively as well.

Y/N, 2:42pm: Maybe she’s going to ask me to break up with you at the dinner thing later

Yoongi, 2:43pm: Wouldn’t you like that lol

Yoongi, 2:43pm: Well me too though

If anything good has come from the fake dating, it’s getting on stable foundation with Yoongi. Especially where production is concerned, he’s your favorite person to work with, even if all the things he’s let you have been informal content. The collaborative efforts have been a great use of your spare time, so much so that you don’t mind if they don’t amount to anything he’ll ever actually use. He said the songs aren’t likely to be, because of what he wants done with him, and how their styles won’t work properly with the conjured persona his management team deeply loves to publicize.

An image that you’ve found to be quite different to whom Yoongi actually is. One he also dislikes.

Yoongi, 2:50pm: I’m ordering pizza because I hear the food they plan to serve is going to be weird

Y/N, 2:50pm: You’re a hero… If you get cheese stuffed crust… I’ll buy one million copies of your next album….

Yoongi, 2:51pm: Get your wallet ready then (was already getting stuffed crust though)

“Ms.,” You turn your gaze to the secretary, thoughts of the enjoyable comfort food drifting from your thoughts as she smiles politely, “Ms. Baek is ready for you.”

Walking into the office, you’re met with Yerin sitting back relaxed in her seat, seemingly tranquil. She gestures with her hand to the empty chair across her desk, then uses it to take hold of her coffee mug, taking a languid sip. Unassuming, somewhat welcoming. You remain proper in the straightness of your spine as you sit, simply saying a small greeting that felt repressed like you were in her presence.

“I won’t take long with this.” She flips her hair behind her shoulder, rolling the wheels of her seat closer to the desk. “Just a check-up.” You nod, not fully understanding what she means, considering she hasn’t done anything like this since your first year of working in the company. “From what I see in the press the relationship is going over nicely. It helps giving some official information first to the main news sites that’ll give beneficial commentary.” She goes on like there’s a check-list of points in her head to cross off, while you nod. The first headline to drop the company’s official statement dressed the relationship with pretty phrasing, and light-hearted banter in the paragraphs about pictures of you and Yoongi on the first visible date. “It may start getting a little trickier now, though.” She takes another moment to drink her beverage while you noticeably frown.

“The appeal won’t simply die down?” You ask, words weightless of strength and only curious. Yerin shakes her head, finger tapping on her notepad while she explains,

“No, there’s always going to be a desire for public pictures of an open relationship like this; especially considering Min Yoongi’s prestige in the public’s eye.” At that you nod once, accepting that tidbit of information to be correct, especially with how much acclaim his work has received in recent years. “With that being said, there needs to be more out of you both.”

You only stare at her, taking in the ideas behind her words, hoping you’re misunderstanding, but knowing that not to be the case.

“Yes, as in more physical interaction.” Straightforward. Yerin rests her chin on her hand as though what she’s saying is cumbersome to explain. She shrugs, catching you off-guard as she beats you to commentary, “I know it’s obnoxious and, perhaps, uncomfortable, but that’s how it is. I’m not telling you to make out with each other in the streets, but hand-holding won’t cut it forever.”

“I,” You bite your lip, not happy with the idea of talking back to her, considering you and Yoongi had already gone in this deep with the thing. But you should speak for yourself. “I don’t think I can do things like that with someone I don’t genuinely like in that way. It’s going to look awkward-- I can’t even see Yoongi agreeing to this idea, either.”

“I know he wouldn’t.” She nods, glancing from you to the window. “Like I say: I don’t need you both to make out, or even kiss. In fact, I don’t want you both to be spotted kissing, that runs the risk of being too unprofessional. Just act more friendly than you both do now. You can still have your boundaries of no real physical affection, but delve deeper for the sake of cameras and people outside of the company’s perception.”

Your head tilts in disappointment of her unwavering decision, though you can’t help but agree with her worry of media’s perception. Not that you truly wanted to deceive people, but from the objective perspective of a general person, Yoongi and you only ever held hands in public, sat across at tables with no further physical interaction-- you both haven’t even faked a selfie session. You bite the inside of your cheek, still trying the last card, “And if Yoongi doesn’t go along with this at all?”

“He will.” Yerin cooly responds to you, finally shifting her crisp stare back to your person. You’re stiff at her words’ finality, wondering how she can be so sure. “Besides that all,” Her calculative actions and stoic demeanor are truly the most intimidating things about Yerin. “You’ve been working on music with him.”

Like how she’s able to state information she has received without you possibly understanding where she would have received it from.

“Y-Yeah,” Because you’re surprised, the affirmation stutters, but you clear it up in the retort. “It’s not against policy.” She nods in agreement,

“No, it’s not. I’m not upset with the fact. Just acknowledging it. Of course I’d want the best of the company’s songwriters to be collaborative with one another.” You nibble on your lip, eyes widening slightly at the high-praise of your value. “I was going to try and get you to help him with his upcoming album anyways; it’s best that it happened naturally, considering how particular he is.” Your shoulders feel less burdened to straighten, fueled by the change in topics that ended up being so much more uplifting than you would like to admit out loud. “Keep up the good work. It always shows you do your best.”

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A plate with crumbs and the faint remains of a few drops of tomato sauce sit cold on the night stand beside Yoongi’s bed. You sit in a desk chair wheeled in from his spare room under bright lights the stylists brought from the company as you receive their final touches of makeup. It feels like an hour has passed, making you murmur of worry at the idea you and Yoongi would arrive late to this dinner he was cordially invited to.

But on the other hand you’re fine with the delay. Still trying to figure out a way to express Yerin’s order of more PDA to Yoongi, after avoiding discussion of anything in regards to the meeting once you arrived at his apartment. Timely as it was, he had just finished his appearance preparations, and greeted you with steaming slices of cheesy pizza questioning immediately if everything went okay.

You hurried in a yes, fumbling over words but able to avoid untactfully blurting that she wants more from you both.

“Y/N,” The familiar stylist says your name with pride, overlooking you from behind as you take in your freshly styled makeup, hair, and the perfectly fitting dress that you chose out of five options. It holds the contours of your figure with grace, a bandeau-style neckline, with the sleeves purposefully sewn to fall off your shoulders loosely, and somehow in an ethereal way. The fabric’s shine under the fluorescence entirely highlights the rich shade of bronze, and as you take in the entirety of the ensemble-- beautifully black heels and all-- you can definitely agree with the tone that the stylist goes on in. “This dress kills. You have great taste.”

If the foundation didn’t layer your skin, you’d likely have a noticeable flush of confidence, but that aspect is evident in your widening smile. Hell, looking this nice may be convincing enough for Yoongi attend more to those demands Yerin asked you of.

You bite your lip at the thought, head shifting to disperse it entirely--silly idea, maybe even conceited, plus it’s Yoongi you’re talking about. It’s only Yoongi.

“Wow,” You catch sight of the man himself enter behind you, his reflection in the mirror showcasing a fixated, noticeably surprised, expression. Your chest beats with more warmth, fueled in confidence from his reaction that you didn’t genuinely think would occur. You turn, biting your inner cheek as he simply remains quiet, unabashedly taking in the outfit as you properly faced him. Then Yoongi startles in the quiet, releasing the door knob from his hand and entering into his bedroom, wandering towards the rack of clothing that was brought for him, facing it as he finishes. “You look nice, Y/N.”

“Nice isn’t enough, Yoongi.” You nearly cough as his stylist interrupts the moment, missing your lips tighten to refrain from smiling bashfully at his comment. “You should tell her at least a paragraph’s worth of words-- I mean, look at her!” She rambles, adjusting his suit coat while Yoongi allows her to, casting you a glance. This one contained entirely to find your eyes. He smiles softly and nods as though to tell you he genuinely means the small sentence he said.

You didn’t need him to. You knew.

“So,” Yoongi says, comfortably beside you as you both ride to the destination. “Sorry if this dinner thing ends up being really boring for you.” He speaks quietly, somewhat slowly like he’s looking for something to comment on. “I wanted to skip it, since I’m not a fan of the host, but couldn’t get out of it with Yerin.”

You know the statements reasoning invite you to question his disdain of the host, but you miss the chance to keep on track with the subject of Yerin. “Speaking of Yerin,” Watching him flinch a little as your voice raises, you just ignore it and get out the phrasing as innocently as you can, “She,” You reach to fiddle with your hair, smiling in a nervous manner that he could get upset by the idea. Yoongi’s lips curl a little in a frown, taking in your evident worry about whatever you are about to say, and he knew he had the right idea when you shuffled past him to get your makeup done, barely remembering to get pizza until he reminded you. Something definitely happened. “She wants us to be a bit more physical than just holding hands.” Your voice trails, as does your eye contact in favor of the seat’s polyester.

Yoongi’s frown remains, due now to the confusion on why that was so difficult for you to say to him. Judging by past interactions with her, he had a feeling that would eventually come. The idea that she directly asked you instead of having himself present as well for the request makes him uncomfortable. Wondering what her methodology was when this message clearly made you worried to pass along. He sighs, irritated again by the odd work relationship between you and Yerin. But Yoongi’s gentle as he answers you, subconsciously happy when he notices your shoulders lose tension and he settles your small bundling worries. “That’s okay. We’ll figure out some other stuff to pacify the media.”

Your eyes find Yoongi’s profile as he looks out at the passing evening scenery. You’re skeptical. He was just as against the fake relationship as you were in the beginning, so seeing him go along with this new addition as easily as this feels strange. And you wonder even more how Yerin was able to assure you this occurring outcome would come to be. “I’m sorry I couldn’t convince her against it.”

Yoongi faces you, eyebrows furrowing in dismay at your need to apologize, “This isn’t your fault; you don’t need to apologize.” He shrugs, admitting softly, “I had a feeling she’d want more eventually.”

“But not a lot, don’t worry.” You try to soothe your own discomfort as you remind yourself, “Just small things-- not kissing obviously.” Yoongi chuckles, rubbing his neck, humored by the way you pop in small comments.

“Obviously.” He mimics your tone, earning a small pat from you against his arm as you pout at the teasing. Embarrassed, but he didn’t push it. “I know what you mean, Y/N. It’ll be okay, we’re not doing anything either of us are uncomfortable with.”

“Do you want to have some sort of signal in case we cross boundaries like that?” You ponder ideas of how to be subtle, but pause as Yoongi murmurs absently, as though what he says is casual knowledge,

“I think we understand each other well enough to know without that.” Despite the statement sounding unassuming, you can’t deny little jitters of warmth at its implication, but you shrug them away, thinking in the end that it’s silly to read so much into simple things like that.

The car comes to a stop, the area outside sparse of crowds due to the lowkey nature of the dinner party that is apparently only supposed to be learned about after the event concludes. Nonetheless, you exit from the vehicle, holding Yoongi’s hand as he helps you out. The usual. Leading you both into the tower, you think maybe posting a picture with him on your social media account could be enough to suffice for the evening, leaving you both with an opportunity to think of other things for future dates, but as Yoongi’s hand strays to find a gentle purchase around your waist, tugging you closer to him in the slightly busy elevator shaft, you realize he’s able to adapt easily to the new parameters of the fake relationship. Like he didn’t have to think at all.

“Too much?” The words feel like they brush into your hair, but so quietly in order to keep the other few people in the elevator as away from the question as possible. Your head shakes only a little, and it’s not enough to convince him as the grip begins to loosen, then stray away, but you can’t be the only one lagging in this. He didn’t like it either, but you shouldn’t force Yoongi into making all of the effort. You hand shadows over his before it leaves your waist, keeping it situated, warmth leaving the tips of your fingers and onto his skin chilled from the short walk inside. “Okay.” You register his nodding beside, as well as the fluster very slightly in his voice.

Your responsive giggling falls before you’re able to stop it, humored by his shy reaction and how you thought Yoongi was effortless in acting like your boyfriend. Clearly as nervous about the small things as you are. You shift closer towards him when his hand suddenly squeezes in a tickling manner, and you glance up at him only to try harder to muffle laughter as he looks down at you completely embarrassed with his lips straight in a tight line that makes his cheeks fuller.

“Stop-”

“I’m sorry.” You nod away the entertained thoughts, then smile at him dramatically, overly apologetic, trying to play it all away with humor. Yoongi just shakes his head, sighing softly when the door opens.

“I’m not good at this I know.” He says vaguely enough for those who could happen to listen in, but of course you understand. As such you shake your head, walking as he leads you both to the reception area cluttered with celebrities and those sporting designer clothing to fit into it all.

“Listen, we both clearly suck at this.” You respond, catching sight of the refreshments going around on dishes. Yoongi was right: they looked weird. “But we’ll probably get better, I guess.” You shrug, wondering why the event is called a dinner party when no formal dining tables were anywhere to be seen. Instead, you catch sight of people throughout the music industry and beyond, casually involved with one another in dignified manners. Practiced at the art of social interaction, and from what you could see most weren’t meeting for the first time that evening. Feeling like you’re the odd one out. “Don’t ditch me in this, please.”

“No plans of that. Don’t worry.” You step in further with him, altering position so that his hand leaves your waist in favor of your hand, for the ease of walking. You keep close, realizing more and more by your unfamiliarity with everyone that you’re not a part of the world that plays out in the party. Idol and producer Min Yoongi’s date, but not songwriter and producer yourself.

“Just when I thought I was going to get iced out of here.” Walking ceases at a clear voice that causes Yoongi to pause, looking beyond you while you do the same. You immediately bite your lip, trying to refrain from the shock of Jung Hoseok walking towards the two of you, suit sleek, with the patterned shirt beneath it glimmering, a flute of a drink half-finished in his hand, and a bright smirk present. You’re silent, glancing back to Yoongi who responds instantaneously,

“How are you here?” Yoongi speaks quietly, eyes narrowing with baffled shock. You try to think back on any mentions of him knowing Hoseok before, but draw blanks. Then again, why wouldn’t we, they worked at the same company previously. You narrow your eyes at this thought, in your own world for the moment while you get vague recollection of headlines surrounding Hoseok about a year earlier than you hadn’t paid much attention to. The implications of so leading to his removal from the company, and left uncontracted to SoundWave following the merger.

“Believe it or not, people still like me that aren’t the press.” He says with a shrug, sipping at his flute while Yoongi continues to look perplexed by Hoseok standing there. You can’t think of why in particular. Hoseok looks to you before Yoongi can fumble out any other response, smiling politely with an extending hand, “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. You must be Y/N. I’m Hoseok.”

“You know who I am?” You ask in surprise, then recall his hand and shake it in greeting.

“Yoongi told me about you-”

“Hoseok, this is Seulgi’s party.” Yoongi’s continued concern shows, attempting to get Hoseok back on task to the conversation of being there. At mention of the host’s name, you remember it in relation to Hoseok’s in the headlines last year. Jimin had mentioned something about one of their careers getting damaged because of their relationship being caught in limelight. You hadn’t concerned yourself with that, instead fixating on the way the same could happen in your own situation, so as Yoongi sets the last piece of the puzzle in your mind, you revert into quiet.

Calmly looking up at Hoseok who turns his gaze back to Yoongi, you wonder like Yoongi what he’s doing there. A tiny part of you wanting to ask what happened if only to grasp at some fake comfort in knowing that it wouldn’t happen to you at this point. The only good thing perhaps that you could find so far.

“Obviously I know that.” He nods, taking a moment before speaking. “She let me in, it’s not like I snuck through security.” Yoongi’s hand around yours stiffens, worrying you a little that the small statement made him upset, but his expression looks torn instead. “Came with a friend that wanted to come.”

“Yoongi-” The three of you startle as a new person enters the hushed conversation. She steps passed Hoseok, ignoring his presence entirely, and instead smiling wide at Yoongi as she goes on, dress glittering under fluorescence. “You came after all. I’m glad.”

Where Hoseok’s sudden entrance felt easy to adjust to, the appearance of Seulgi is opposite. You feel uncertain of how to take in her sunshine tone towards Yoongi, while Hoseok takes another long drink to finish off his flute, eyes drifting from her to somewhere away. You swallow nervously, feeling implications hiding quietly around the bubble that felt hostile despite the cheerful demeanor the model and idol group member in front of you portrays. “Company said I had to.”

“Don’t be like that,” She teases reaching for a gentle nudge against Yoongi’s arm that intends to remain until he shrugs it off. The hand holding yours tightens once more, and you step closer to him before realizing so, concerned only with creating some type of barrier between them, because Yoongi seemed uncomfortable. “Ah,” Seulgi’s styled waves of rich brown fall over her shoulder as she looks towards you, polite smile, discerning eyes. “The rumors were true after all, hm?” She disregards greetings, head tilting back to Yoongi, “I want to catch up. I’ll show you to the open bar?”

“I’m not planning to drink much, or stay too long actually. Y/N and I have things to do in a while.” After listening to the decline, Seulgi’s eyes take a quick glance again, searching for confirmation that comes in the form of your head nodding, putting on a false, polite smile of your own. Your gaze perhaps more irritated than she would have liked to receive, so she smiles coyly. Nodding once, though chuckling sarcastically,

“What kind of plans happen at almost midnight on a Friday night, Yoon?” In the corner of your eye, Hoseok’s frame notably tenses, releasing a baffled scoff that Seulgi pays no mind to, and Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat in his reply,

“Things that don’t concern you.”

“Harsh.” She giggles like the conversation is an amusing game. “Y/N, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You’re undeterred by her obviously knowing who you are, trying to roll with the punches as well as Yoongi does.

“You have your work cut out with this one.” She never looks at you as she speaks, never acknowledges Hoseok beside her, just intent on staring daggers into Yoongi’s eyes while the rest of her presents itself as quaint and easy-going.

“I didn’t ask.”

Seulgi’s head turns towards you, dark red lips parted for only a moment at your dry remark, before they close again. She properly takes you in, eyes narrowing in what appears to be a lapse of confusion, while Hoseok beside her chuckles in the midst of it all. She exhales a sigh at his antics, then a small smirk blossoms, matching the condescension in her speech, “Guess it’d be boring if he picked someone that can’t talk back.”

“Seulgi,” Yoongi steps between you two, eyes narrowed towards her but his voice is controlled, appearance utterly poised for any outsider to notice. She takes only a half step back, unafraid, but giving distance to cross her arms dismissively. “Leave her out of this. Don’t get any ideas.”

Seulgi looks at him silently, unbothered by the definite demand Yoongi speaks towards her. You get the feeling that she doesn’t buy it, likely hoping to push him even further. Letting you easily understand why Yoongi had so much reluctance in attending this particular event.

You tug the connection of your hands, causing Yoongi’s head to glance back at you, eyes speckled with the lighting and appearing concerned that something is wrong. Your lips tighten towards him, the smallest of head shakes telling him this isn’t worth it. You feel relaxation in his grip on your hand, returning to the feelings you’re used to, and Yoongi turns to Seulgi who speaks before he can get the two of you away, “Humor me with a chat.”

“Why should I?” His eyes narrow at her offer that she’s confident in. Seulgi takes a look to Hoseok who’s maintained near complete silence despite what his character is known for in the public. Eyes to Yoongi, releasing depth that you didn’t understand,

“Considering last year, you owe me.” Despite the majority of him faced away, you knew her statement struck a chord with Yoongi. Jaw stiffening and eyes narrowing in emotions other than anger. Like he lost to her. Lost to something that happened. You can’t help but frown, worry cascading around your stomach that tells you this isn’t a good change at all. As you turn to see Hoseok’s opinion on this discussion you find him only looking at Seulgi from the corner of his eyes, concerned, confused, curious.

If she was his ex then what does she want with Yoongi.

Yoongi sighs after what feels like an eternity, holding your hand still as he steps away from Seulgi and Hoseok only a few paces. His body faces from them, blocking you from their view as your holding hands dangle between you both. “I’m sorry, I need to talk to her though.”

You want to ask why but your lack of involvement and importance to Yoongi lead you to avoid that, but you’re visibly worried. Tone matching as you still try softly with concern, “Is everything okay, Yoongi?”

He nibbles his lip, though nods. Words gentle, apologetic. “I’ll tell you about it some other time, but I won’t take long.” He pauses, eyes appearing to frown in memory of his earlier promise to stay with you through the entire party. “I’m sorry, I really won’t be long. We can leave after; I don’t want to stay.”

You nod slowly, still wondering if you should let him, but having no reason to stop the situation that is the biggest cause of his discomfort. “Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re bad at lying.” He says softly, smiling a little sheepishly, while giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You shake your head, but Yoongi halts you from your need to cover up. “I think you’re worried. It’ll be okay though, it won’t be a long talk. Wait for me at the bar?”

You nod, thinking he appears hesitant to leave you, even after releasing your hand. But Yoongi eventually turns, finding Seulgi patiently behind him despite her still crossed arms. Hoseok’s disappeared, escaped to another part of the venue, and you’re unsure if he spoke to her at all during your small discussion with Yoongi. Then Yoongi and Seulgi disappear as well, mixing into the crowds and going off somewhere.

You sigh, wondering about the dense amount of history and problems between the three of them, and thinking if Yoongi would be okay when he seemed so bothered by Seulgi’s implications. Stepping in the direction of the bar, you try to ignore it, leaving it to Yoongi to handle, because it is clear he wants to. Despite his obvious animosity there is something for him to work through. He said he’d tell you about it.

Your lip drags between your teeth in an attempt to smother the warmth you feel that he trusts you in that way. After Yoongi’s tried to give you an outlet for your problems, and trying to overlook his early judgements of your person to give you the benefit of the doubt, you feel happy that there could be a way for you to help him through any of his troubles as well.

Through the partygoers you walk along, finding the bar as lively as it would be. However, you’re not entirely interested in passing time with anything, instead using the location just as the place to meet with Yoongi after his discussion concludes. You take another look at the attendees, curious if any other big names that you admire have come out, but for the most part see artists of other agencies, socialites, and people you’ve never seen before in the slightest. The atmosphere seems inviting, though you can’t help but feel away from it. Aside from your lack of public image, the people around act separate, like there are things to hide and appearances to keep up, like how Yoongi did his best to maintain visible composure in the jabs between him and Seulgi who herself acted just as well-adjusted as him. Even in this semi-private sphere, people are on guard, unwillingly to give out pieces of themselves that are unsightly, or even human.

Your eyes hit head after head, bewildered by how different this party is despite what you would expect from people who seemingly have it all; even the recognition you crave. Then the gaze halts, locked on sight with the most familiar face you should’ve expected to see tonight. In the midst of Yerin’s slight praise, and the advancing air of friendship between you and Yoongi, the idea of something to upset the positivity left your thoughts long ago.

But as Jimin stands paces from you, eyes greeting yours silently, you wish you considered this outcome. And wished you tugged Yoongi and you out of this party altogether to have a night unbothered.

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astrologicallygracie · 6 years ago

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Moon in the signs 🌛☁️✨

The moon in astrology represents our emotional nature, our instincts and inner intuition, as well as our reactions to things. The moon is our more emotional, intuitive, and feminine nature as the moon represents the “mother” and the sun represents the “father.” The moon shows us our emotional development, how we connect with our emotional nature, and how we go about it.

Moon in the signs:

ARIES: Aries moons are filled with so much passion and energy and that’s one of the many great things about this placement. Aries being a cardinal sign, a fire sign, and ruled by mars gives it such an energetic, impulsive, and passionate energy in regards to their emotions and reactions. When they feel things, they feel it on a level others can’t simply understand. When they have opinions and feelings about something, they’re going to stand up for themselves and say something. They can be true warriors when it comes to their own (& even others) passions and feelings about things and that’s why people love and admire you. As “intense” and fiery as this placement can be, there’s also a childlike energy about you guys. Being the first sign of the zodiac, you’re not only leaders but you’re also childlike in the sense that you can go all in without thinking about the consequences. When you are feeling something, you feel it on such a level that when you’re excited, you’re really excited. When you’re mad, you’re pretty mad. Your emotions can kind of be so extreme like a toddlers if not fully matured. Aries moons embody what it means to have spirit and passion about things and I love that so much about you guys.

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TAURUS: Taurus moons are the true embodiment of what it means to be a pillow princess. You’re soft, romantic, and have a love of comfort. Taurus being a fixed sign, and earth sign, and ruled by Venus makes this a very sensitive and grounded sign when it comes to the senses, stability, and comfort as a whole. These people are often attracted and sensitive to the senses: smell, taste, touch, sight, and even things they pick up intuitively so it’s important for these people to really express these things with blankets, candles, comfort food, etc because it adds to the luxury of comfort that they seek. Don’t let their romantic nature fool you though because these people are very strong emotionally and in their opinions despite the feminine Venusian energy they embody. They aren’t very big on change and can have a lot of arguments and issues regarding it. It can make them feel emotionally out of control and so it’s important for them to feel balanced and in control. They have a very stubborn streak to them and so don’t be surprised when these people put you in your place, argue, or share their opinions as they are very opinionated and specific in their wants. They seek security in pretty much every way (emotionally, financially, etc) and they can emotionally spiral when they don’t have these things.

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GEMINI: Gemini moon individuals are very expressive in their emotional nature. These people can often be very good at expressing their emotions, passions, ideas, and even interests and this expressive nature can even make them great writers or inventors so I’ve noticed just because these people are so quick in emotion that they often need an outlet. With that being said, these people can also easily have a hard time with thoughts always coming to them (especially about problems they me be having) so they can easily get into this mode of disfunction where they need an outlet (just make sure it’s healthy). Their own minds/emotions can drive them crazy sometimes and they can even battle between mind and heart. Gemini moons are such interesting individuals because they’re constantly on to the next thing no matter if it’s their interests, emotions, or their physical activities. As a mutable moon sign, they definitely like change and it’s important for them on an emotional level to have that and to learn and discover new things. I’ve noticed that Gemini moons can either be really bubble and expressive or they can be really moody and almost on the brink of a meltdown because of how thought provoking and mutable this energy is.

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CANCER: cancer moon individuals are definitely at home with this placements as cancer is ruled by the moon. Cancer moons embody the essence of being a maternal figure whether they mean to or not. They definitely have a natural caretaker and protective energy to them and I find many cancer moons are great with animals, kids, plants, or just doing something where they feel maternal or can take care of something or someone. Like Taurus moons, cancer moons are very big on home and comfort and these two share a kind of home body energy and likeness and I find cancer moons can easily become emotional eaters or just find “comfort” things when they’re feeling emotional whether it’s retail therapy, watching tv all day, binge eating, etc. they can easily fall into little indulgent behaviors like Taurus moons. Cancer moons are also very intuitive and in touch with their feminine energy and I find they just have this ability to pick up in things especially if it’s changes in their family, friends, and the people they are closest with. This is definitely a highly emotional placement so make sure you’re taking care of yourself first.

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LEO: Leo moons tend to embody the essence of passion, romance, and just fun. These people are very fun and energetic in their emotional desires and wants and that’s what makes them so interesting to be around. They’re just so... warm in their emotional nature that they really have this gift of radiating it onto the people around them. Leo moons can easily be drama queens or just a very diva like personality. My sister is a Leo moon actually and she is so fun and motherly but she’s also very big on attention and can even be a bit of a baby when it comes to her emotions in ways where it’s like you are literally fine stop whining lol. Like she is just very dramatic with it and I feel like that’s so leo moon. Leo moons are known to be confident but they can actually be really insecure. Leo is very fixated on appearance and just “ego” and in the place of emotion it can become such a focus that it might turn into insecurity or anxiety. Leo moons are very creative individuals and a lot of the time this is a great placement for artists and musicians because they just have this creative and expressive yet radiant quality and my leo moon sister is actually a really great artist and Leo moons definitely need a creative outlet. When I think of Leo moons I always think of art during the renaissance period with all of the royalty of god images and the rich colors and detail.

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VIRGO: Virgo moons are often very critical people when it comes to themselves or even to their tastes, ideas, and the people around them. Virgo moons can drive themselves crazy with how much attention they pay to things whereas others wouldn’t even bother to notice. They just have this amazing ability to see things in ways others can’t and I think that’s what makes them so great but is also one of their biggest faults. The feminine energy of this moon sign definitely gives a nurturing and caring energy to Virgo moon individuals and these are the people that care so much and can do a lot with helping others because they have really big hearts. Virgo being a mutable energy buy also an earth sign can cause a constant need to nitpick and change things about themselves, others, or things they have created and I see this a lot in my step dad who’s a Virgo moon and he’s constantly on time, doing things so routine, and nitpicking when he cooks or does something. Virgo moons can truly drive themselves crazy with the amount of drive they have to fix, fix, and fix even when it doesn’t need to be. On the plus side this can make them very detail oriented and very nurturing.

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LIBRA: Libra moons are very big on harmony, equality, and tranquility. They definitely strive for balance and security in their emotions and in their life to the point they can spiral if they don’t have it. The thing about Libra energy is that because it’s the mediator, people are often drawn to it to rant, dump their problems, etc and so Libra moons can easily lose themselves in other people’s problems/needs/demands/etc and so it’s important for them to learn no. They definitely have such a creative, independent, and romantic nature and so it’s really important for them to express through art, music, etc. and to really find an outlet for their frustrations and emotions in healthy ways so that it doesn’t turn into feeling unbalanced and out of control.

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SCORPIO: Scorpio moons are definitely very emotional and intuitive in the way they feel. They can easily pick up on emotions, energy, etc. when others can’t and that’s one of the many ways why they are so receptive to feeling emotions on the level that they do. Nobody will quite feel as intensely as a Scorpio moon and that’s the difficulty and the admiration behind them. Being a water sign that’s ruled by Pluto, they can easily transform immensely through their emotions and that can be a major life lesson/experience them overall because anywhere Scorpio or Pluto is, it can create a huge transformation process so it’s important to pay attention to. As a fixed sign, it can hard for Scorpio moons to adjust to change or to really let go of things so it can be hard for them to leave people, change their ways, and stop unhealthy habits if they have any. It can be hard for them to find a new direction and I think that’s why this placement often feels doomed and stuck when they aren’t. It’s a mental and emotional difficult for you. Emotions are often intense. Whatever you’re feeling, you’re feeling it SO much stronger than the people around you and that can be such a difficulty for you. Just know that you’re loved and you’re not alone and you’re not crazy for feeling the way you do.

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SAGITTARIUS: Sagittarius moons are truly free spirits at heart and that’s why I love you guys so much. Having Sagittarius in the place of moon can create a desire to be free and learn because Sagittarius is a fire sign but they are also mutable so they really have this passionate and energetic spirit and they often put it towards change, adventure, travel, people, and experiences. I think more so than anyone, Sagittarius moons are just looking to have fun. They don’t do well when feeling trapped, tied down, or just overall not having their independence. Sagittarius moons are learners and I feel like this placement has such a desire to learn and experience and that’s why so many people are attracted to you and your energy. I wouldn’t say Sagittarius moons are less emotional but I would say they have a more independent look on things. They are definitely passionate in life and oftentimes live their life to the extreme if possible for them.

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CAPRICORN: Capricorn moons are very similar to Taurus moons in the sense that they seek security and comfort in life. They want to be able to not constantly worry about financial issues, job issues, and just overall life issues. They want to feel secure emotionally, financially, mentally, etc. and when they don’t feel in control they can easily spiral and feel lost. As a cardinal sign, Capricorn moons are very initiative, driven, passionate, and heads on in their pursuits while remaining cautious, tactful, and secure. Capricorn moons are often very responsible, many times because from an early age they were expected to be or growing up was pushed on them at a young age and they had to sacrifice a lot of their childhood for whatever responsibilities and I think because of this maturity and nature they have, they can easily play it safe and restrain themselves from doing things they want to do in life. This can bring on a lot of feelings of anxiety, insecurity, and even not feeling like you’ve truly lived because you’re not allowing yourself to. With this behavior, however, is where you hold a lot of your strength and power and to you that’s just another part of having control of your life and the things/people in it and without your power you don’t feel in control.

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AQUARIUS: Aquarius moons are definitely rebellious at heart. They can be fun, quirky, different, rebellious, inventive, etc. Having Aquarius in the moon can make for a very.... interesting individual because of how futuristic and strange the sign of Aquarius is. These are the people that are going to be interested in humanitarian issues and the people who are going to feel strongly for the outcasts and the people who are different because they themselves get what it’s like to feel or be different. Aquarius moons have so much power on their strangeness and I love that. Being an air sign, aqua moons can be a bit distant or not as showing in their emotional nature and instead can seem cold or even aloof. Much like Gemini moons, these people don’t like to be put in a box or be labelled. They go their own path and that’s how it’s always going to be. You can’t own or control an Aquarius moon.

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PISCES: pisces moons just interest me so much because of how intuitive and imaginative they are. Like I truly feel like after meeting a Pisces moon it’s like you just really double check your originality because of how interesting and quirky they are in the best ways possible. They’re so emotional and they definitely have a strong intuition and I love that. Pisces moons are truly sensitive beings and so imaginative and creative and it’s amazing. Pisces moons are also highly romantic signs as they do have that dreamy and emotional quality to them and I think it’s very important for them to be careful with who they share a connection with because not everyone sees the same thing as Pisces moons and so you guys can kind of not see things for what they truly are.

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omg you have to tell us how you made your tinder interesting to others. us gays are starving to have a successful relationship like you

IM LITERALLY CRYIN AT THIS ASK LMAOOOOO. IM REDOWNLOADING IT JUST TO SNAG A SCREENSHOT FOR YOU LMFAO

OK SO AKJFHDSKFJHS first off , i am Not in fact 18 LOL so i had to set a boundary for myself Not to swipe on anyone over 19. i mentioned that in my bio as well, so people over 19 wouldn't swipe on me as well.

here's a video of what my profile looked like!

the selfies weren't too revealing, but still captured my personality! some with makeup, some without since i wanted to fully represent myself and not give off the wrong image. don't be embarrassed to express yourself through your bio n typing style! i'm eccentric and have to capture that if i want to attract people who will genuinely vibe with me

state ! your ! boundaries ! i don't smoke or drink!!! my gf smokes here n there but expressed to me that she would never pressure me into it which is incredibly important to me. also i'd day stay away from people who have a lot of sexual stuff in their bio because going into an encounter with that mindset can really change the feel of the experience, if that makes sense. like if that's what their intention is, they're going to see you through that lens, if that makes sense.

connect your spotify! music taste is a good conversation starter! don't hesitate to message first! a go to for me was something like "omg i love your style!! how are you?" or a compliment on hair/a specific facial feature. perhaps asking them what kind of art they made if that was applicable! be engaging and try to steer away from one word answer questions. rather than just a 'how are you?' accompany it with something else that'll help steer the convo. i messaged sadie first with "i absolutely adore your style omfg, you're gorgeous" !

try to keep your distance range close! the worst is when you hit it off with someone but they're like. 20 miles away LMAO. especially if you're like me and can't drive!!! this one girl matched with me and was 95 MILES AWAY... WHAT... LMAO

if you're being sneaky like me and not 18 yet, don't put that in your bio because people will report u n your acc will get taken down lol. let the person know once you've hit it off just to stay honest. one of my friends advises to tell them over a different social media and unmatch with them on tinder so they can't report you at all but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this is literally so funny but god i hope this helps LMAO. may we all find lasting relationships and prosper LOL 💗

#asks #chatter #op #this is so funny oh my god #relationship stuff

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idkxwriting · 6 years ago

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Devil’s Backbone - Chapter 9

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

A/N: alright guys, I think there’s one more chapter after this, but it’s starting to wrap up. Thank you so much for reading and sorry this doesn’t have any smut lol hopefully you’ve stuck with the story though and enjoyed it! Also apparently the breaks/formatting doesn’t work in mobile so sorry if it seems like a lot of random jumping, but uhhh yea there’s breaks in it.

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“I can’t afford this,” Y/N hissed as she looked at the price tag on the dress she was wearing.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, dismissing the issue with a wave of her hand. “Turn.”.

Y/N did as she was asked, taking in her appearance in the full length mirror. “And look at this slit,” she complained. “I can’t pull this off…”

Rebekah tilted her head. “Don’t be foolish. You’re gorgeous. Elijah will lose it when he sees you in this.”

Y/N blushed. She looked at the dress, gold - a color she didn’t usually wear. It was off the shoulder, with a slit on one side that ran up to her thigh showing off her legs. She was definitely out of her comfort zone as she took in the beaded bodice and open back.

Rebekah wasn’t wrong though, she looked amazing.

“It’s too much.”

“Nonsense.” Rebekah moved to stand behind her. We are getting the dress, I have spectacular taste,” she pulled Y/N’s hair up into a makeshift updo to see see the neckline better and noticed the mark Elijah had left. “Bloody hell, Y/N.”

Y/N moved away, letting her hair drop to the side once more and Rebekah pushed her into the dressing room. “You can’t walk around advertising to the entire Quarter that you’re a blood bag,” she hissed.

Y/N took off the dress, changing back into her clothes, her back to Rebekah. “I’m not a blood bag,” she argued.

She sighed. “Whatever you do in private with my brother is your business, quite frankly I hope I never have to hear it again...but a little subtly goes a long way.” She bit the palm of her hand and held it out to Y/N.

“I’m fine,” she pushed her offered hand aside and tried to exit the dressing room, but was stopped by Rebekah.

“Drink,” she demanded.

Y/N sighed. “I already told Elijah-“

Rebekah walked her back into the wall. “I don’t care what you told my brother, you will be in a room full of vampires tonight, the majority of which want your head on a platter. Let’s not tempt them anymore than we have to,” she said as she forced her hand over Y/N’s mouth until she had no choice but to swallow a bit of her blood.

Rebekah released her. “There,” she said checking her neck once more. “All better. Now grab your dress, and meet me at the front.”

They spent the rest of the morning searching for accessories, none of which lived up to Rebekah’s standards, which Y/N was realizing were quite high. When it was lunchtime, Rebekah claimed shopping made her ravenous, and when Y/N suggested a burger joint she knew, the vampire smiled. “I need a real meal,” she clarified before dismissing herself.

Y/N was down the street from her apartment when her phone buzzed. She smiled at the screen, Elijah’s name appearing.

“Hey,” she answered.

“Hi,” his smooth voice came through the receiver, making her grin even more. “How was your morning with Rebekah?”

Y/N sighed. “I don’t think I’ve ever tried on so many dresses in one day before, I’m exhausted.”

“I trust you found something suitable for this evening?”

She looked at the garment bag in her hand. “It’s a little much,” she began.

Elijah chuckled. “Rebekah has excellent taste. Besides,” he continued. “I’m confident that no matter what you wear, you will without a doubt be the most beautiful woman in the room.”

Y/N’s cheeks heated at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mikaelson.”

“Where are you now? Perhaps I should swing by, maybe get a preview of this dress…”

Y/N laughed. “I’m walking into my apartment building right now,” she tucked the phone with her chin and shoulder, and opened the door to her building to find Emily sitting in the hall. “...And I’ll have to take a raincheck on that visit, but I’ll see you tonight?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yea, I’ll see you tonight, fancy dress and all.”

Elijah’s voice softened. “I look forward to it.”

Elijah hung up the phone, staring at the screen, his thoughts lost in what Y/N might be up to. She had only been gone a few hours and he had missed her. He glanced at the clock; the party wasn’t for another five hours. He sighed.

“Brother,” Klaus greeted from the doorway. Elijah put his phone back in his pocket. Klaus stepped into the room, his face stern. “She deserves more than this life, you know.” Elijah said nothing, keeping his eyes fixed ahead, so Klaus continued. “Freya will fix this,” he said with confidence.

Elijah nodded.

“And when she does, Y/N will have no part in this life.”

Elijah turned then, squaring his shoulders off to Klaus. “Is that a threat, Niklaus?”

Klaus placed his hand on his shoulder. “I have no need, after all, you always do the right thing, Elijah. My noble brother,” he took his exit, leaving Elijah alone with his thoughts.

Freya paced back and forth. She hadn’t slept in days, doing everything she could to help Y/N. She clutched her pendant in her hand, chanting quietly to herself.

“Freya?” Hayley stepped cautiously into the room. “You okay?”

Freya paused just a moment, her eyes shooting to Hayley, before she went back to pacing and chanting.

Hayley moved into the room and sat on the couch. “I want to put a stop to this curse just as much as you do, but you need to eat something, get some sleep...you have to take care of yourself.”

The witch continued to chant until she threw her head back. Hayley shot up and steadied her, but Freya calmed quickly, rushing to the coffee table, drawing a circle onto some blank pages and lighting a candle. “If I link Y/N’s lifeline to Elijah, I think I can destroy the curse.”

Hayley furrowed her brow. “I don’t understand.”

“The hunter’s curse is trying to take over her body, it will destroy her soul. If I link her to Elijah, someone she cares about, she has an anchor. Something for her soul to grip onto - which means if we can fully wake the hunter and destroy it, Y/N’s soul remains intact, the hunter dies, and Y/N can wake - in her body - when we wake Elijah.”

“What do you mean, ‘when we wake Elijah’?”

Freya’s gaze met Hayley’s. “I have to dagger my brother.”

“Great, let’s just tell him we promise to wake him up, and we are good to go.”

Freya shook her head. “No, we can’t tell him.”

Hayley was confused. “Elijah would do anything for Y/N…”

“He would never risk her life. There’s a good chance this won’t work and if this doesn’t work, she’ll die.”

Hayley swallowed. If Y/N died, Elijah would never forgive them for their part in her death. But Hayley needed to protect her pack. Surely Elijah of all people would understand the need to protect family. “What do we have to do?”

Elijah placed his phone back in his pocket, checking the clock for the fifth time in as many minutes.

“Calm down, Elijah, she’ll be here,” Rebekah slid up to him looking flawless in a sleek red gown.

Elijah nodded.

“And when she arrives, you’ll see she was worth the wait.” She placed her hand on his forearm, squeezing gently.

He appreciated his sister’s reassurance. Y/N had texted that she was running late after a long afternoon of consoling her friend. She had asked Klaus to stop by and compel Emily, and though he tried not to read too much into it, he wondered why she hadn’t come to him. He shook off his worries, clenching his jaw and observing the packed courtyard below. Each faction - the humans, werewolves, vampires and witches - were represented and a temporary peace was acknowledged.

A peace Elijah would feel once Y/N was in his sight. He made his way to the bar, pouring his second bourbon of the evening. He pressed the glass to his lips and let the liquid burn down his throat and calm his nerves.

He sensed her before he saw her, acutely aware of her particular heartbeat, the sweet scent of her blood pumping through her veins. His eyes roamed the room and stopped at the doorway, taking in her appearance.

She was a goddess.

Y/N glanced around the room, looking for Elijah. Before she could find him, Klaus stepped into her vision.

“You look beautiful, love.”

Y/N cast her eyes to the floor. “Thanks. Hey, have you seen your brother?”

Klaus shrugged nonchalantly and offered his arm to her. “I’m sure he’ll find you shortly. Until then, may I have this dance?”

She smiled softly at him. She preferred this with Klaus - being friends again, repairing what they had lost. She took his arm and he led her onto the dance floor, spinning her around as she laughed gently.

Elijah observed them for a moment, his breath catching as he watched her move. Beautiful was an understatement. She was achingly gorgeous. He thought once more to his brother’s earlier words. Once Freya had gotten rid of the curse, Y/N would have the opportunity to lead a normal life, far away from the dangers Elijah’s mere existence would bring her. Klaus was right, Elijah would have to do the right thing eventually, and his heart clenched in his chest.

Klaus spun her once more, this time, Elijah was there to catch her. She jumped before a grin overtook her face. “May I cut in?” He asked politely, not waiting for Klaus’ answer and taking her hands in his own. He danced her away from his brother.

They danced to the music for a few moments in silence, Elijah intertwining their hands and looking her over, leaving her feeling naked. He pressed his lips to her temple. “You’re incredible,” he whispered sweetly. He breathed her in, the nerves he felt all day subsiding.

She pressed her body into him. “I missed you today.”

“Mmm,” he spun her out and pulled her back in. “I think you should never leave my sight again, I’ll just keep you here, in my room,” he teased.

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “A girl could get used to that,” she laughed.

He pulled her into him, so her head rested on his shoulder. She shut her eyes for a moment, letting the smell of his aftershave and the feel of his body pressed against hers wash over her. When she opened her eyes she caught a glimpse of a familiar face across the room. She separated from Elijah then.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern etched on his features.

“I think I just saw Emily…” Her gaze trailed after her and she moved to follow.

She turned the corner, following her down a hallway, Elijah behind her. “Emily?” She called out.

Her friend turn, a smile of recognition on her face. “Oh my god, Y/N? Hey! What are you doing here?”

Y/N glanced at Elijah over her shoulder and back to Emily. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for the bathroom, actually. Chris invited me.” She looked Elijah up and down, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Elijah,” Klaus’ voice called from the other end of the hallway. “A word, brother?”

Elijah looked between the two girls, and Y/N nodded. “Go, I got this.”

He hesitated just for a moment before following Klaus into a room.

“We have a problem,” the hybrid hissed. “In 1612 I turned a young man by the name of Christian. You and I were estranged, I was bored and murdered his entire family, he swore revenge, blah, blah, blah.”

“Get to the point, Niklaus.”

“He’s been plotting his revenge for centuries and he’s here.”

Elijah placed his hand in his pocket. “So end it.”

“He has a witch,” he stated.

“So end her, too, what’s the problem?”

Klaus swallowed, his jaw tightening. “She has Cami.”

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Marcel has Davina doing a locator spell, but it’s taking too long. I need to find her,” Klaus clenched his fist.

Elijah understood his brothers anguish.

“I’ll go,” Rebekah interrupted.

Klaus looked at her gratefully and Elijah nodded.

“I won’t let any harm come to her, Nic.” She was gone in an instant.

Y/N pushed Emily into the bathroom, her nerves on edge. “You should go home, get some rest, you’ve had a long day…”

Emily looked at her like she was crazy. “I literally did nothing all day...besides, I’ve been dying for Chris to ask me out and I’m not about to bail now.”

Y/N sighed and poked her head outside as Emily stepped into the hall. “Marcel!”

The vampire turned at his name as he was walking briskly past the doorway.

“Right? That’s your name? Your friends with Klaus and Elijah?”

Marcel grinned. “Sure, you can say that...today…”

Y/N stepped outside of the bathroom. “I’m Y/N,” she said, holding out her hand.

Marcel nodded and took her hand in his own, shaking it politely. “I know who you are.”

“Great. Listen, I need a favor.”

After convincing Marcel to compel Emily to leave the party and forget about her date with Chris, he agreed to take her home while Y/N went off to find Chris and make sure he went home, too. The last thing she had needed was her human friends ending up in this mess.

Elijah stepped into the hall with every intention of finding Y/N again when a thump followed by a blood curdling scream came from the center of the party. He rushed to find a corpse, one of the wolves, in the center of the dance floor. He had been dropped from the roof of the open courtyard, his bones shattered. The music had stopped, guests silently murmuring as the Originals approached the body.

“This was Christian’s doing,” Klaus hissed quietly as Elijah knelt by the body. There was a gaping hole in his chest where his heart once was.

Just then Y/N came rushing into the courtyard, and all eyes turned toward her.

“It was her!” A voice in the crowd accused.

One of the crescent wolves stepped forward and Elijah moved in front of Y/N instantly. “You’re protecting a hunter!” He shouted angrily. “Meanwhile our people are dying, your people.”

Murmurs of agreeance passed through the crowd.

Klaus took his stance in front of Elijah and Y/N. “By all means, wolf, if you have a death wish, go through me.” His eyes shifted yellow and the wolf stepped back, the crowd surrounding them. “That goes for all of you! Even if you manage to get to her, I will end all of you!”

Y/N buried herself into Elijah’s back, gripping his arm. She slammed her eyes shut, trying to hold onto herself as she felt the hunter’s curse move within her. “Elijah,” her voice was full of warning.

Elijah whipped around, holding her face in his hands. “You heard what Freya said,” he whispered urgently. “Just focus on me.”

She nodded and concentrated on the feel of him, his smell, the sound of his breathing...anything she could grip onto, but she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on. She felt herself begin to panic.

“This was not the work of a hunter’s curse, this was the work of a traitor!” Klaus continued, holding the crowd’s attention. “Christian!” His voice was laced with venom.

The crowd looked around, no one coming forward, whispers of his name passing from their lips.

“Christian!” He shouted once more. “Come forward, your coward!” Klaus looked around slowly, until the crowd parted and Christian stepped forward, clapping his hands together slowly.

“Well done, Klaus,” he was amused.

Y/N snapped her eyes open at his voice. “Chris?”

Chris peeked around, taking a glance at Y/N. “Hey Y/N, nice to see you again.”

She furrowed her brows. “I don’t understand. Ben was your friend…”

He shrugged his shoulders dismissively. “He was your friend, too, until you killed him,” he countered.

“He attacked me!”

Chris smiled eerily. “Ben was collateral damage. Waking you up has been my goal the whole time. I wasn’t counting on you entangling yourself with the Mikaelson’s, but here we are.”

Klaus moved, grabbing him by the throat, lifting him so the tips of his toes scraped the ground. “This is your traitor!” He shouted.

Elijah stepped forward slowly, addressing the crowd. “It seems this evenings little event has come to a close,” he stated calmly. “I suggest you take your leave now.” The majority of the crowd dispersed, not wanting to get involved in Mikaelson business, but a few remained, demanding answers, not willing to let the hunter go so easily. No matter, Elijah would handle them if need be.

Freya had been on the outskirts, watching the events unfold. She glanced down at her screen, waiting for Rebekah’s text.

“Freya,” Hayley whispered from over her shoulder. “We have to do something.”

The phone buzzed and Freya sighed in relief. “Rebekah’s located Cami, we have one shot at this…”

Hayley nodded in understanding, and rushed towards Y/N. “I’m so sorry,” she stated as she grabbed Y/N’s arm, slicing the palm of her hand with the dagger. Elijah turned on her, shock and betrayal on his face.

The vampires in the room shifted upon smelling her blood. Elijah reached out for Y/N, whose eyes began glazing over. She blinked rapidly, holding on as tightly as she could. “Y/N, focus on me,” he said before turning on Hayley. “What have you done?”

Hayley looked at him apologetically, the bloodied dagger in her hand, and Freya began chanting. A circle of flame erupted, pushing Y/N away from Elijah. He tried to get to her, but found himself encircled as well and he couldn’t cross the barrier. “Freya?”

Freya continued her chanting.

“What is the meaning of this?” Klaus demanded, loosening his grip on Christian.

A circle of flame went up around Klaus and his foe, and Klaus dropped him to his feet, slamming against the invisible barrier to get to Freya.

“Elijah, what’s happening?” Y/N backed away from the flames that surrounded her, the heat licking her skin.

“Freya stop this!” He shouted.

Freya’s chanting stopped abruptly. “Now,” she commanded.

The flames around Elijah dropped, releasing him from his temporary prison. As he charged towards his sister, Hayley cut him off, shoving the dagger into his chest. He dropped to his knees.

“Elijah!” Y/N shouted, frustrated that she couldn’t get to him.

Freya cradled her brother, helping him down to the ground slowly. “Forgive me, brother.”

Chris laughed, his voice carrying over the small crowd that stood in shock and confusion. “Turns out I don’t have to ruin a Mikaelson at all, they ruin themselves.”

Freya glared at him before smiling sweetly. “Rebekah found Cami,” she said quietly, Chris’ face draining of color as he realized he had no leverage. “His witch is dead.”

Klaus rounded on him, grabbing him by the throat once more. “You are pathetic,” he spat. “I offered you immortality, and you wasted it.” His hand ripped into his chest, seizing his heart, and pulling it out quickly - Chris’ lifeless corpse dropping to the ground.

Y/N screamed repeatedly, her voice hoarse and tiring. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

Hayley looked from her to Elijah. “Did it work?”

Freya watched as death crawled up Elijah’s body, his eyes shutting peacefully. She laid him down and Y/N’s screaming stopped. When Freya met her eyes, the hunter’s curse stared back. She nodded. “It’s done.” The flames dropped, releasing Klaus and Y/N.

Klaus moved towards Freya, but she anticipated his rage and she dropped him, clutching his head in pain.

Y/N stood, her stance threatening. One of the vampires foolishly charged forward, wanting his revenge and unable to resist the smell of her blood any longer, and Y/N spun so she was behind him, snapping his neck. She ran to the stairs, kicking out one of the metal posts in the banister and turned, throwing it with force into the chest of one of the werewolves. The remaining crowd began scattering, the human faction fighting their way through the doors as quickly as possible.

Hayley rushed in front of the wolves. “Go,” she commanded. “Now.” They shuffled hesitantly, not wanting to leave Hayley behind. “I’ve got this.” They obeyed their alpha and left.

Y/N was taking out anyone who entered her field of vision, leaving a path of blood and destruction behind her.

Klaus screamed in pain, clutching his head, but moved forward ever so slowly. Freya continued to keep him down, but he crawled towards Elijah’s body, gripping the dagger and yanking it out. “You will pay for this,” he hissed at his sister before dropping and gasping for breath.

“You’ll thank me later,” she muttered. “Hayley!” She shouted. “It’s now or never!”

Hayley nodded and rushed toward Y/N from behind, but she turned, kicking the hybrid away. Hayley crashed into a stone pillar and fell to the floor with a thud. She stood, shaking herself off and blowing her hair out of her face. “Alright, we’ll do this the hard way,” she grumbled before charging once more.

They clashed, Y/N countering all of Hayley’s assaults. Hayley was relentless though, and changed the pace, a tactic she had learned from Elijah, and came from behind Y/N, snapping her neck.

Y/N dropped to the ground and Klaus shouted. Freya released him, slumping next to Elijah’s body in exhaustion.

Klaus knelt at Y/N’s side, cradling her in his arms. “What did you do?” He shouted. He pulled her into his chest, clutching her lifeless body to him tightly and rocking softly. He vaguely heard Freya’s voice, but couldn’t make out the words in his heartache and quiet rage, so he just continued to hold her, wondering what would become of Elijah once he woke.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat like that, but he snapped out of it when Elijah knelt quietly in front of him, his eyes begging for an explanation. “What happened?” His voice was broken and full of disbelief.

“Ask our sister,” Klaus spoke, not meeting Elijah’s eyes. “Y/N’s gone, brother.”

Elijah pulled her from Klaus’ arms into his own, brushing her hair from her face and burying his head into her chest before the sobs overtook him.

“Where is Camille?” Klaus asked quietly, his need to see her overwhelming him.

“She’s on her way here with Rebekah. She’s safe.”

Something in Klaus snapped upon hearing Freya’s voice clearly. He walked up to her, his face an inch from hers, eerily quiet as his gaze hardened. Freya held her hands up. “Let me explain,” she backed away, but Klaus moved forward. “I linked her to Elijah!”

Klaus took a step back, and Elijah stood, placing Y/N’s body on a nearby table carefully. “You have exactly sixty seconds to explain what happened, before I end all of you,” Elijah’s voice was stern.

“I linked her to you,” Freya spoke quickly. “It was the only way, we took her blood on the dagger, and when the blade entered your heart I linked you - your body died, and so did hers, her soul anchored onto you, giving us the chance to kill her body while the curse had taken over, and if it works it undid everything and Y/N will wake up in her own body.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

“If it works?” Klaus asked.

Hayley stepped forward. “It was our only chance,” she began nervously. Both men looked at her, Klaus’ eyes filled with betrayal, Elijah’s showing nothing but anger. “Elijah, my people, my family…”

“Don’t,” he snapped.

Hayley jumped at his voice, startled, casting her eyes to the ground. “We should have told you…”

“What’s going on?” Rebekah walked in, Cami running to Klaus as he wrapped his arms around her desperately, relief flooding him. Rebekah looked around the room, taking in the destruction and bodies, before her eyes fell on Y/N. She approached the table slowly, reaching out to hold her hand.

“She’ll be fine,” Freya sighed, muttering a ‘hopefully’ under her breath. “I linked her temporarily to Elijah so I could kill her body while the hunter’s curse was active.”

Rebekah turned, worry taking over her features. “Oh no,” she whispered. “Elijah…”

“What is it?”

“This morning, I...I gave her my blood.”

Before anyone in the room could process what that meant, Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she gasped.

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