#someone serenade ME with my love mine all mine

[dawnofiight]

Sweetheart serenades Milo with "My Love Mine All Mine"

[anaargent]

I heard u take requests I am here to make one ✨ Can u make one where reader find the diner of Five's and they all haven't seen her in forever so there just all around her and doing all this stuff. There practically fighting each other and Brisket Five wins! Ty!!❤️

I just loved this idea, I hope you like it.

RU MINE?

BRISKET FIVE x READER

You didn't know how you ended up here. One moment you were inside the mysterious subway, watching the stations pass by through the window with vacant and lost eyes. Now you were in a restaurant surrounded by countless Fives.

You lost count of how many disgusting pick-up lines you received from some drunk Fives - honey, you're not the end of the world, but you're on my mind all the time - Or the subtle flirtations of the grumpy Five - maybe you want to have a coffee? With me? At the same table? Like, a date? - It was cute, like an old man trying to woo someone in a Jane Austen book. A few cheesy pick-up lines from a Five waiter, who was very insistent - you know, I could be a much better escort than this loser, when you want a real man, just call me dove - he says, leaning dangerously close to you with the tray in his hand, leaving after someone insistently rang the doorbell to call him, an anonymous savior.

There was even a serenade from a Five who was too drunk for his own good - Shouldn't he be taken away from there? - you point to the man staggering on stage - no, he's fine, it's his Meryl Streep moment - someone spoke seconds before the singer Five threw up.

You were flattered by so many looks in your direction, you really were, but it didn't feel right. You always had something with your Five, you knew he felt something too, it was a lifelong companionship. But maybe you underestimated the time you spent together, always postponing, "maybe next week we can have coffee?" "Maybe we should take a week off and go out together?"

- maybe a drink for a pretty lady? - you were awakened from your thoughts by the sweet voice of another Five, ready to gently dismiss him when you saw him place a cup of hot coffee in front of you - I-

- you don't like black coffee? I brought you an espresso with plenty of sugar - he smiles, turning to pour a few more clones of himself. You smile, the brisket five, you should have seen it coming. He was the only one who didn't try his luck and court you, but here he was, and he had nailed your favorite drink. One point for him

- so what? Some pick-up line or are you the mysterious type? - you scoff as you sip your espresso, your feet dangling as you stare at him. - lucky you, none - he smiles, finally finishing his task and leaning against the counter in front of you - you deserve a break after so many love attacks.

You sigh in defeat, letting your confident facade fall - I don't understand, what is everyone looking for? - you ask, looking around. So many Five's looking defeated, some already unconscious, from alcohol or fatigue. - isn't it obvious? - the brisket five leans closer - the Apocalypse? - you ask confused.

- you - he says simply as he smiles, a beautiful smile.

- me? - you laugh in disbelief - don't laugh at them, they're poor souls in search of the only company they've ever had.

You swallow hard, observing the environment once again, so many Five, only one of you - what happened?..with my clones?

- it depends - Five asks, sitting down next to you - some leave, some dismiss you when they realize the problem they were going to get themselves into, some paths diverge, some die.

The atmosphere gets heavy for a moment, you clear your throat and try to break the ice - and you? Five..?

- oh, please, call me whatever you want - he smiles flirtatiously - let's just say you dumped me - oh, I'm sorry, I hope I…she, she wasn't too rude.

- she was - he stares at you for a moment, a flash of longing in his eyes - but I deserved it - he spoke in a melancholic tone, as he pulled a coat over the counter, throwing it over your shoulders. You looked at him questioningly - you were shaking, I didn't want you to get cold - he justified himself with a shrug. You looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up a little at his detailed care, an uncomfortable feeling taking over your chest.

- Do you want to get some coffee? - Five asks after gathering the necessary courage within himself. You let out a laugh, the first real one of the night - We're literally in a coffee shop, and you work here - Except for you, I don't like anyone in this room. And the service is terrible - he whispers smilin like it was a dirty secret and extends his hand to you.

- Where would we go? - You ask as you look expectantly at Five in front of you

- I know some great places in Paris, I'd love to show you around - he says with that sideways smile. You don't answer, you simply stand up and grab his hand, pulling him into a soft kiss, the shocked reaction of the man in front of you amused you, his eyes slightly wide, his mouth half open, trying to process the bold movement

- Excuse me? - He says with a shaky voice.

- I don't - you smile - take me to drink this damn coffee, then we'll see what happens.

*meanwhile at the diner*

A sad grumpy Five takes his last sip of drink, the liquid burning his throat as he throws the glass away, his eyes clouded in anguish as he watches you once again walk away, out of his reach. Again.

[dekariosclan]

Gale and Tav’s wedding HCs

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Gale Dekarios cries at his wedding.

The moment he sees Tav—either waiting for him at the altar, or walking towards him as he waits, depending on how they wish to do the ceremony—his eyes fill up, and his lip starts quivering, because he realizes it’s actually happening. He can’t help but get emotional when he feels that overwhelming sense of relief and joy.

He might pull himself together for proclaiming his vows, but when Tav begins their vows and Gale hears how much they love him, it makes him realize yet again how he never received that level of affection and love from anyone, and how thankful he is that Tav found him, and how he still can’t believe that someone so wonderful is actually his and—*tears rolling down his face*

Tara (who is a combo of Best Man/Tressym of Honor/Ring Bearer) is constantly loudly whispering “Mister Dekarios, your eyes are wet again! Please pull yourself together! Chin up!”

If Tav enjoys dancing, Gale ‘mine-was-a-popular-hand-at-the-Blackstaff-ball’ Dekarios would be delighted to oblige.

If Tav would like to dance but never learned how, Gale would happily teach them before their wedding OR just straight up enchant them to be able to dance perfectly the day of. Perks of marrying a wizard etc.

If Tav is too shy and/or would not like to dance, no matter. Instead of a ‘first dance’, they will have a ‘first song’ in which Gale will serenade them later that night, as they lay together in their marriage bed. Softly singing into their ear, pausing every so often to press his lips to their neck, shoulders, chest… (spoiler: he does not make it through the entire song without….interruption.)

The song would have to meet with Gale’s exacting standards and perfectly represent his love, which means: NO reference to gender, be 10000% about loyalty and devotion, and mention/declare love AT LEAST TWENTY-FIVE TIMES.

….allow me to present Gale’s Wedding Song.

If Tav is an illithid, Gale WILL insist on serenading them in front of the gathered guests. Just to reinforce how much he loves his mindflayer spouse, in case anyone had doubts.

Gale and Tav will of course get their wedding portrait painted, and Tara will be happy to offer instruction on Gale to the painter: “Don’t paint his tears in! Make him as stoic as you can! And don’t paint that THING on his chin, either, if you please.”

After the ceremony, Gale will not let go of his new spouse’s hand unless he absolutely has to. The moment Tav’s hand is free again, it will be recaptured and their fingers interlaced with his once more.

Gale will give Tav ample forehead kisses, cheek kisses, and kisses on the back of their hand throughout the evening, but if Tav tries to pull him into a full kiss he’ll break it the moment he feels them try to deepen it, their tongue starting to tease his lips open...

He’ll press his forehead to theirs and whisper, “My love, do you wish to torment me? Only a few more hours until we can be alone …unless, of course, I decide to dimension door us both away from the festivities…”

Gale’s mother Morena is over the moon for the entire wedding, and just like Gale, her affection is not lessened a bit if Gale’s beloved is an illithid.

If any of the guests dare say anything even slightly derogatory about her new family member, they will be getting a verbal flaying from her the likes of which they will not be recovering from anytime soon.

The cake will be three tiers and decorated/enchanted to look like the night sky (to match their wedding invite, of course), and Gale will make sure there are exactly 1,000 stars as a symbol of their everlasting love. Yes, he will count them all.

If Tav is an illithid, they will have their own tier that has a layer of whipped brain filling included. I don’t make the rules, Gale insisted on this.

And last but not least—the catering will all be handled by fifteen copies of this guy:

[ethelcained]

rosemary (matt sturniolo) ⛧°｡🦇

they’re both twitch streamers.. planning on writing an actual fic soon so requests are deeply appreciated!! thank you so much for all of the love in my last post <333 it means the world ⭐️⭐️ let me know if you’d like me to turn this into a series (;

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[kiwisa]

sweet melody ✩ cl16

Charles Leclerc x Fem! Famous! Singer! Reader

part 2: serenade

IN WHICH... there is no better way to announce your relationship with someone than to dedicate an entire album to them.

user1 whAT THE FUCK??? A WARNING WOULD'VE BEEN NICE

user2 omg y/n is coming to save the year

user3 i already know those love songs are going to be out of this world

⤷ user4 how do you know there will be love songs???

⤷ user3 i don't know maybe the fact that there is a giant fucking heart on the cover? 🤨

user4 mother of the house

user5 suddenly my depression is cured

⤷ COMMENTS

Anonymous She is so in love, you can feel it from two miles away. This album is going to be a masterpiece, no doubt about it. I'm curious to see what the spontaneous, free, and loving Y/N will sound like. Can't wait.

Anonymous It's always a pleasure to read Y/N's interviews. She's one of the few artists with integrity left in this industry. Glad to see that her four-year break hasn't affected her way of considering music. I would've hated to witness the tiktokification of her music. Her creativity is her best asset.

Anonymous I don't know where to start between the explanation of the cover, that of the title, and the source of her inspiration… I feel that Y/N is going to release a classic album, filled with timeless love songs. I can't wait to see how she will deal with this theme, especially in her lyrics. We all know that her pen is one of the best in the industry.

user1 ok but technically is it soft-launch or hard-launch? cause she didn't tag him and you cant really see his entire face??

⤷ user2 she released an interview where she demonstrates in one thousand and one ways how in love she is and you're debating on whether it's a soft or hard launch??? that's the hardest launch i've ever fucking seen, we don't need a name at this point

user3 are those flowers the ones that inspired the cover? 🥺

user4 y/n we're both single let's get married i love you

⤷ user5 boy do i have some bad news for you...

user1 charles really stole our girl and thought we wouldn't say anything? WRONG. SHE'S MINE.

user2 they are so unserious like wdym you're not gonna tag each other ???

⤷ user3 until the end these two will have been a pain in the ass

user4 i want y/n to write songs for me too, you ain't special

yourusername ❤️🪡

⤷ user5 okay everyone stay calm it's hAPPENING

⤷ user6 FUCKING FINALLY

[grapejuicestyless]

part 2 for so long london w/ a happy ending please I loved it sm😭😭

loml.

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: After nearly a year apart and an album later, turns out you and Harry aren’t doing as well as you let off to be. Part 2 to So Long, London

Seeing him across the room even after all this time sends chills down my spine. I recall the warm feeling of his hands against my spine and the smell of gunpowder as he aims his pistol at my heart.

It’s funny seeing him now that he’s written down his feelings and published them like a diary for the world to read. I know more about his heart than he led me on to know. I know how he claims to have felt shattered inside with the realization he lost the “love of his life” and how we walked the fine line between being perfect and violently broken. But really, what is perfect when it comes to us?

He wrote down some things I just can’t unabsorb. His songs turning me into more of an idea of sorts. It felt like watching the story of our love from afar. The details were there, but they weren’t quite right. He writes about how we danced in the kitchen listening to trash pop music, but he leaves out the way we always stumbled over the chipped tile by the counters. Does he remember how he’d lead us there purposely so he could wrap his arms around my cold body and save me?

Seeing him now I can feel his eyes drift to mine every couple seconds, his gaze burning into my side profile while I down another glass trying to shake the feeling.

I feel stupid now, seeing him at our best friend’s wedding. He’s in a suit and tie, his hair curled around his eye and a red tint from the sun on his cheeks. I feel even more stupid wearing a green dress on the opposite side of the alter, holding flowers and smiling at how the bride and groom promise themselves in sickness and in health.

I’m not stupid though, I can hear the whispers about how we almost had it all. The flowers picked out from the catalog dull in comparison to the ones we had picked out for each other by the third week together. When I sit with the bridesmaids, I hear their snickers at the bride, how lucky she is to be the first married, how they always thought it would have been me.

But I’m a good friend, and a damn good actress. I can paste on a smile and act like the jokes they sneak into their speeches about how they never saw it coming, telling stories about the newlyweds that should have been about us are funny. But I can’t help the way I start to sweat when they begin to quote the same words Harry had written down for me.

All of our love story written down for the public to use, words he penned on the paper with my face in mind belong to someone new now, “I love you’s” whispered between couples who once dreamed of having a love like ours.

“I remember meeting you in September of last year, you were wearing a yellow dress and red shoes. You didn’t match, but you made it look good. I thought you were beautiful, I just had to have you. And when you decided to go for a guy like me, I knew you were the one instantly. Just like our good friend Harry once said, ‘She’s an angel, my only angel.’” I don’t listen to his heartfelt speech anymore, I can’t even look at the smile on my friends face as he serenades her anymore, I feel like someones just ripped out my heart and claimed it as their own.

And like someone was praying for me to cry, to finally break and show everyone just how not okay I am, his eyes are on mine, and he’s not looking away. When my eyes catch his, I mentally curse myself, wishing I could sink into the seat beneath me. I excuse myself to use the bathroom, grabbing the bottom of my dress to make down the long hallways of the beautiful venue that should have been ours.

“Y/n.” His accent is thick in the foggy room, eyes dimmer than I remember. He runs after me, voices from the reception muffled by the walls put between us.

My eyes trace over his body, studying the way he sighs out my name. Can he hear my heart crashing down as I realize I’ve lost my touch? I cannot tell if he’s relieved or obligated to be standing so close.

I swallow hard, his english accent drawing me back to the place I once loved so much. My new home dulls in comparison to what we once had, and I can’t help but still hold a grudge for him taking that all away from me, for ruining a sacred city and crushing it between his fingers.

“You look good.” I break the awkward silence that falls between us, his lips parted like an idiot, like he ran without thinking and forgot how to talk.

“Me? God, you look breathtaking.”

I would have blushed not long ago, curtsying at his comment and kicking my feet beneath the table cloth, but now the compliment is empty and instead feels backhanded in some odd way.

“Oh…well thank you. I tried my best.” I laugh bitterly, and the shine in his eyes tells me he misses the unhappiness in my giggles.

When he doesn’t speak again, I swear I can feel my skin shifting over my bones every time I breathe.

“Well, it was good seeing you.” I lie through my teeth, turning on my heals and wiping away any tears gathering on my waterline.

“You don’t have to avoid me, you know.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to avoid me. I know things aren’t the same between us, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still look for you in every room I walk into. You’re the love of my life, even now.” He confesses, stepping closer.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t. I’m not in any rooms you’re in anymore.”

“But maybe I wish you were.” He says with a smirk, stepping closer and trying to slip his hand into mine, but it’s like needles stabbing into my skin, I cannot hold onto him, so I slip away.

“Goodbye, Harry.”

He grabs me again, a hold so desperate to keep me in his grasp, one I haven’t felt in a long time. Classic move from Mr. Steal Your Girl. The man who promised rings and cradles, the dame man who swooned over the small things and rolled his eyes as he turned his back. Mr. Make Her Cry.

“Y/n I don’t want this to be goodbye.”

“It’s not. It can’t be, we already did that right?” I turn to him teary eyed, my wrist burning under the grip of his cold rings decorated on his warm hands.

“No, that’s not what that was.”

“Then what was it?”

He swallows, but keeps looking me in the eyes like he means everything he’s preparing to say.

“We were so young. I was scared, and I pulled away. It was wrong, but I thought you’d be better off with someone who wasn’t afraid to grow up.”

“I would have waited. You know that.” He nods.

“I know. But it’s not fair.”

“No, whats not fair is you coming back to me after leaving me stranded in a place I can’t even fucking stand to be near anymore! God, you’re such an asshole, talking rings and talking cradles and then claiming to be scared for a future you planned. You don’t do that, not to the love of your life, and you sure as hell don’t leave them stranded and alone. How dare you think it was romantic to have done that to me?” I spit venom from my tongue, my eyes clouded with tears. “You promised to never leave, then what? Never mind? You think you’re such a hero for leaving me but in reality you’re a coward. Letting me think we had it all, we almost had it all and then you leave? What do I do with myself now that you’ve come back? Do you want me to forgive you? Harry, I might be the love of your life but you’re the loss of mine.”

“I know, I know.”

“Stop saying you know when you don’t!” I scream, quieting down as I remember where we stand, and I silently pray I haven’t spoiled such a beautiful wedding.

“I’m not claiming to have been a good partner, god knows about all my faults and I’ve gone away to fix them, and you’re here now, and I don’t know how I’ll ever find you again if I do not ask now, but I need you to listen to me now before it’s too late because I’ve never felt a hole in my chest like this, and I need you to see how badly I need you back in my life, I need you to trust me when I say I’m committed this time.” He pleads, his hands trembling in mine.

My lip trembles at the feeling of his skin on mine, my face colliding with his shoulder in a suffocating hug, I can feel myself falling back into his wicked grip, but when he holds me like this, it feels more like flying than falling, at least until the bone crush.

Standing in the hallway of a wedding built for us, but dedicated to another, I see us dancing in the kitchen again, the steps burned into my head as we waltz back into rekindled flames. His love is just so warm, fuck it if I get burned, if it falls apart again.

He’s the loss of my life, Mr. Writes Me Love Songs, Mr. Dances With Me In The Kitchen.

But for now, at least under the false illusion’s presented within this luxurious wedding, he’ll be the love of my life.

[mahoushojo-chan]

Astarion x Tav || bathing

when you wash your hair

synopsis: She soaks her hands in water and finds herself surprised to learn that it’s warm, with a sweet, heady scent. Astarion’s prepared dozens of bathing supplies on the side, freshly-washed towels and lotions and other  She cups the water in her hands and pours it onto the back side of his head, letting her hands through his hair, and he closes his book before leaning back into her touch with a sigh. Both of his arms fall over the edge, and he lets the book fall to the ground in favour of relaxing.

A quiet moment where Tav gets to wash Astarion's curls.

an excerpt of ‘cause my love (is mine, all mine)

word count: 2224

pairing: astarion/tav

other tags: f!reader, hurt/comfort, bathing, slight angst, non-sexual intimacy, romantic tension, friends to lovers, washing astarion's pretty hair, not being used to love or loving, help these idiots please

now listening: when you wash your hair - matt maltese 

ao3: here

concept: washing hair... and reviewing books, a little

Tav stabilizes herself by quietly singing a soft melody as she undresses herself, wrapping a towel over her chest and carrying her wicket basket to the tub.

“You tried to be someone you are not,” she sings, her voice echoing off the lavatory walls, “Now the morning sweeps you up, you take your evening outfit off, you run—”

She freezes, her voice raising sharply on the last note upon seeing the occupied tub—or rather, seeing a very handsome elf leaning against the edge, one pale arm draped around the edge and the other carefully holding up a book above the steaming waters.

“Don’t stop on my account. If I can close my eyes, I can almost pretend I have the luxury of a personal serenade.” She hears him say.

Normally, she would meet his banter by asking if she’s a pet songbird, or perhaps tease that he can receive a personal serenade from her anytime, but she’s still a little embarrassed, so she turns away. “Sorry, I can—” 

“Nothing you haven’t seen before. No point in playing the blushing virgin now,” he adds, voice dropping into temptation.

“You don’t mind?” She asks, turning her head but not quite looking yet. It was his call.

“I don’t.” Astarion replies, and finds himself mildly surprised by his response, then, with a tilt of his head, he asks, “Do you?”

“Are you joking? You’re beautiful.” She tells him, and she hears his flattered sigh. “You probably won’t want to share with the sick, though.”

He’s silent for a moment, pensive. But then he tells her, “I’ll be out soon enough. Just a little longer.”

It’s not an insult for him to reject her. In some ways, it makes her rather happy to know that he knows he is free when it comes to her. So, with a grin, she offers, “Then can I help?”

“What?” Astarion asks, surprised. He lowers his book slightly.

“You’ve taken care of me this whole week. It’s the least I can do.” She says, looking for an accommodation. She folds her hands behind her back, waiting for his response.

“You don’t have to,” he reassures.

“I want to.” She replies simply, but doesn’t approach him yet. Then, she modestly asks to remind him his choice, “Will you let me?”

“Who am I to deny such a gracious offer?” Astarion answers as nonchalant as he can. “That is… you’re welcome to… I mean to say that… I’d like it if you’d stayed, as well.”

He hates admitting it, more to himself than to her. Sometimes it feels that whenever he’s starting to pull away, she’s always there to bring him back.

He can hear her little jump of excitement as she finally stops holding back and bounds towards him, moving a stool away closer to the tub before taking a seat on it.

She soaks her hands in water and finds herself surprised to learn that it’s warm, with a sweet, heady scent. Astarion’s prepared dozens of bathing supplies on the side, freshly-washed towels and lotions and other  She cups the water in her hands and pours it onto the back side of his head, letting her hands through his hair, and he closes his book before leaning back into her touch with a sigh. Both of his arms fall over the edge, and he lets the book fall to the ground in favour of relaxing.

Astarion had been soaking for a long time, his bath long due, and this was his first time to relax in days, to little avail. Mostly because he hasn’t been able to get Tav off his mind. Actually, he had begun reading his current novel to distract him from her.

Finally, she takes a bar of soap and lathers her hands with it before working the suds into Astarion’s hair. His thoughts dissipate as she runs her hands through his curls. Her nails scratch against his scalp lightly, and he’s pretty sure if he were capable of melting, he would have from her touch. Icarus he was not, but her touch is warm and comforting and the water laps at his chest gently and the balance between the two feels so precariously pleasant that when she finally pulls away, he can’t help but pout at her.

All she’s doing is getting a comb for him.

 While she lets her hands absentmindedly card through his hair, smoothing out the tangles. His hair curls, wild and free, even when sopping wet. He ends up looking a little shaggier, and although he detests looking anything less than perfect, he doesn’t seem to mind when it comes to Tav.

Her skin is flushed after a few minutes, hovering between a pink and scarlet colour, though he can’t tell if it’s from him or the heat of the tub or her fever.

But then she asks, “What were you reading?” and he feels like he’s about to lose it because of how engrossed he is in the book.

“It’s the most ridiculous drivel I’ve ever read!” He exclaims.

“You seem rather fond of it. You were reading it while I was sick, weren’t you?” Tav asks, giggling slightly. “What’s it about? What do you hate so much about it?”  

He scoffs. “Where can I start, darling. It’s told from the point of view of a sidekick, at best. They frame it as his ‘best friend’, but they’re leagues apart from each other. I mean, the main love interest, and the supporting main character, is such a beautiful, incredible and invigorating immortal hero. He’s an absolute god of a being, and he falls in love with the main character—this slave boy, a vague nobody, barely characterized by his devotion towards his saviour.”

“Hmm. It sounds tragic,” she says, empathetically.

“Don’t give me that! I take you for someone with better taste than this.” He says. “It’s hardly romantic.”

“You seem personally offended,” Tav notes.

“Well, I have rights to speak on this matter, as an immortal myself.” He explains. “I mean, what reason would this hero have to fall in love with a slave?”

“Do you need a reason to love?” Tav asks him quietly, fingers carding through his hair.

It sounds like she has her own thoughts on the matter, but wants to hear Astarion’s opinion, which takes him aback for a moment. But because she’s listening to him intently, he explains, “Even so, surely the immortal would get bored of a slave after a while, no? The hero finds it endearing just because the ordinary is so new to him, but how could an attraction founded on a novelty, at best, last?”

He cuts himself off, because he doesn’t want to explain how he relates to the piece any further, because in his eyes, he sees himself in that little slave boy, though he resents to admit it. That comparison alone makes him think too much of his relationship with Tav, because he can’t help but think if they hadn’t been abducted together, someone like Tav would have never been interested in him.

Then Tav stops massaging his scalp. At first, Astarion worries he’s been caught brooding and self-deprecating again, and he knows Tav always feels some personal duty to relieve him of it, so he quickly asks, “What’s on your mind?”

She shakes her head, and looks down at him with a reassuring smile. “Just… the heat is getting to me, a little.”

“Don’t give me that. Did I—did I say something wrong?” He asks, shifting a little in the bath.

“No, no. I’m just thinking about the book,” she assures him, but he knows that’s only half the truth. “I just found myself empathizing, that’s all.”

“Do you see yourself as the immortal, all-loving hero, then?” Astarion asks, a little worried. The last thing he wants to do is encourage her to leave him, but then—

“No. If I am any character in your book, I would likely be the slave.”

Her admission surprises him, and he turns back towards her. “You? There’s nothing ordinary or plain about you, and you’re hardly someone that needs to be rescued.”

She doesn’t explain any further, but she knows she is the slave in his story.

It is always like this: when she stops being useful or interesting to him, he will discard her. The second she becomes a burden onto him, the moment that the effort it takes to keep her surpasses her usefulness, she will be nothing at all to him. She feels like this is true, even if he won’t admit it. This is how most relationships were, even if people didn’t realize it.

She’s happy that it’s so straightforward with Astarion, though. He doesn’t do a very good job to conceal his goals or selfishness. She likes his honesty. She would resent it if he ever came to lose his boundaries, fall back into servitude or people-pleasing habits.

“There have been times that I have, but no one did end up saving me. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be saved.”

Astarion can’t say anything, because he understands her well, but at the same time, he actually did end up being saved, by her.

After a moment of silence, save for the occasional dripping of water as Tav finishes washing the suds out of his hair, Astarion finally parts from her touch to stretch. “Well, that’s enough for me. Best leave before the water turns my hands into prunes.” He says, then turns around to Tav, raising his eyebrow scandalously. “Shall I wash your hair, then?”

He doesn’t really expect her to decline, but she gives him a small, strained smile and says, “I really would like to be alone right now. I’ve been waited on hand and foot for the past week. You’re not my butler.”

But Astarion looks at her with such sympathetic red eyes, more honest and affectionate than anyone would expect from him, and it almost seems like he might reach out and hold her. If he shows her any more love tonight, she might fall apart entirely, and she doesn’t want to admit how much ability he has to unmake her.

“Very well.” He agrees, and she gives him a towel before turning around, and he finds it pitifully hilarious how she attempts to preserve his modesty, even when she’s seen everything about him, purely because he wished it. He gets out of the tub and wraps the towel around his waist, collecting his clothes. “If you need me, I’ll be here.” He tells her.

Still, she tells him, “Thank you,” before he hears her disrobe and settle into the tub with a satisfied sigh.

He thinks about her earlier confession: that she doesn’t know how to be loved. He thinks about the way she cried when she received his gift, even though—shouldn’t she have expected it? She had given him so many gifts, did she really believe he would never reciprocate?

“Astarion,” she calls out, and he turns around, looking at her back as she sits thoughtfully in the tub.

“Yes, love?” He asks.

“I need to be someone terrible, soon.” She tells him, and he isn’t sure what she means. “I don’t want you around for it, I think.”

It’s because she sounds hesitant that Astarion assures her, “I’ll always be here. Through thick and thin.”

She lets out a small hum of assent, and sinks into the tub. It doesn’t seem like she’ll say more, so he leaves. He doesn’t stray far—he takes a seat on the cobblestone outside of the bathing area, and opens his book, because although she said she wanted to be alone, he doesn’t really think that’s the case.

With a bit of reluctance, he wonders what it is, exactly, that she’s planning to do.

[throwbackgaylor]

june 2, 2024 — lyon, france

this is too meta for me, but it’s long-awaited i suppose! im not sure how to do this honestly, nor do i have the words for what happened. even still, none of it feels real and its all something im not sure i will ever fully process, but we’ll try this together

as most of you know, roughly an hour before my first show started, i tweeted a picture of my location on the floor with the caption, “they don’t know i’m gaylor throwbacks”! what most of you don’t know though is that one lurker on twitter, the biggest gaylor of us all, took that statement and made it her personal mission. standing within feet of the stage as one of the only people in the stadium wearing daisies and being with someone in a KWK cap, i stood out very distinctly, and the very moment she was able to, taylor began searching my section. after spotting my friend and i, taylor then took genuinely every opportunity she could throughout the night to interact with and sing to us. we weren’t able to find everything, but i fear the video several kind friends of mine have put together will have to speak for itself (although i will add commentary for a few things). side note: i’m so beyond thankful for them, the making of this video, and all of the livestreams/recordings in general as i did not have my phone out for most of the concert

after spotting us on the highest platform during the man, my friend held up their kode with klossy hat during fearless to which taylor mouthed, “AW,” before giving us the widest smile and scrunching her nose up at us. and once the song ended, she rushed back over to our side to toss me the lover guitar pick she had been using

enchanted is when the rain truly started and after pointing at us while singing the line, “walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy / vanished when i saw your face,” she excitedly turned back to us to comment on it

cardigan…? i can’t talk about it.

throughout the entirety of champagne problems (and a lot of the night, really), my friend and i held up heart hands (🫶) to taylor as a means of encouragement and way to send our love. most of the times she looked up while playing the song was to look directly at us. after she finished performing, taylor walked over to where we were standing, made eye contact with me, and mouthed, “i love you”

by the 1989 set, my disability had me feeling faint and thankfully, my friend got me to the front to sit against the barricade with security before i lost consciousness. i spent the rest of the show there, alternating between passing out, singing along from the floor, and forcing myself to stand once taylor was near. and that is where the anti-hero serenade took place: standing at the very front of the barricade

after the show, friends of mine also let me know what was being said during the livestream chats: swifties believed that travis must have been at the show due to the overwhelming amount of times she looked at one specific location. that location being mine.

my final, scattered thoughts: let this be a reminder that as much as we see taylor, she sees us as well. be kind, spread love. and taylor, if you’re seeing this, thank you endlessly for the night(s) of my life; i’ll never forget it. as a fan of ~15 years getting to see you for the first time, never in my wildest dreams could i have imagined the experience i would have. love you more than words. thank you for everything, and most importantly, for just being you

[onlyangel4]

so high school. SMAU. DR3. part 6.

daniel ricciardo x singer! reader

y/n is a singer and her new single has hit the charts by storm. Lets look into moments before and during her relationship with formula one driver Daniel Ricciardo that influenced this new chart topper.

authors note- this smau is based solely on the moments mentioned in the written fic. so high school. there will be eight parts of this. one for each part of the original fic. moments are not in chronological order but in the order they appear in the song

warnings- cussing

prev // next

truth, dare, spin bottles

you know how to ball, i know aristotle

first christmas break dating daniel

danielricciardo posted a close friends story tagging y/n y/ln

written: gonna try and teach this girl basketball today. wish me luck.

y/n y/ln replied to your story: i hate you so much, i forgot that picture existed

danielricciardo replied: debating setting it as my lockscreen

y/n y/ln replied: if you do that i will run you over with your own car

danielricciardo posted a story

written: missed this

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y/n updates: y/n spotted at a basketball court in perth with daniel ricciardo's long term friend leahdalton. this comes after months of speculation that y/n y/ln and the f1 driver are dating. sources say daniel arrived later with leah's boyfriend.

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y/nfan: all of these moments with y/n and daniel in the same place are starting to make me believe the rumours.

user32: i recognise that shirt, i swear danny has worn it before

user16: not to alarm anyone but that is daniel's daniel ricciardo shirt

f1wags

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f1wags: y/n spotted in perth wearing daniel's daniel ricciardo t shirt. this is not a drill, admin is convinced they are together.

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y/nfan: i have been living in denial for the past few months but i think this might be the final straw

user3: the best wag confirmed

f1fan7: i bet danny is gassed that y/n is wearing his merch

y/n y/ln posted a close friends story tagging emmacarlton and leahdalton

written: emma and leah trying to convince the boys i'm not a hopeless case.

danielricciardo

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tagged: y/n y/ln

danielricciardo: we were going to stay in our soft launch era but someone decided to wear my merch in public. love you angel.

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y/n y/ln: you can't blame me, that shirt was comfy as fuck. we wouldn't have lasted much longer with leah and lando.

danielricciardo: yeah ain't no way they would have been quiet for another month

landonorris: i would be offended but you aren't wrong

leahdalton: what he said

y/nfan: finally we can stop clowning

y/nmylover: if you break her heart we will break you

y/n y/ln

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y/n y/ln: obsessed with u

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user82: so obsessed that you out your relationship wearing his shirt WITH HIS NAME ON IT

y/nfan: shh no one said mother is smart

danielricciardo: the lack of context behind the second picture is concerning love

y/n y/ln: what context, you pulled up to mine, double flipped me off and then pouted when i did it back

y/nfan: already in love with this couple

user28: imagine having the confidence to serenade the y/n y/ln

leahdalton: finally the hard launch

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[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a Valentine's Day fic rec list! All of these fics involve Valentine's Day in some way or have a Valentine's Day vibe. We had a very short version of this rec list that we posted many years ago, but as you can see, there have been a ton of amazing Valentine's Day-related fics posted since then. Happy reading!

1) The Valentine's Day Special | Explicit | 1,322 words

Every year on Valentine's Day Harry and Louis spend the whole day participating in whatever kinks they want. This means February 14th is one of their favorite days of the year.

2) Valentine's Day | Explicit | 1,900 words

Louis and Harry are excited for Valentine's Day and can barely make it back to the hotel room.

3) All The Love | Explicit | 2,118 words

Harry smiles warmly when he sees the room with the makeshift dining table, coffee mugs for wine glasses, and a couple lit scented candles scattered across the room. He fills an empty glass and places the flowers in it, setting it on Louis’s bedside table. His smile grows even more fond when he sits across from Louis, seeing the meal his boy has prepared. They’ve only been officially dating for about a month and a half, but things couldn’t be going any better. “What’s this?” Harry asks, nodding in the direction of the dishes in front of him. “Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of mash,” Louis says full of pride. “My little chef,” the curly haired boy grins, leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek before taking a bite. “This is really good baby.”

4) Red Pants | Mature | 2,463 words

One shot in which fem Louis wears his tight little red pants to school on Valentine’s Day, and discovers he has a secret admirer.

5) Love Me Like You Do | Not Rated | 3,964 words

Louis is all in if Harry is, and Paris seems like the perfect place to ask

6) Lagrangian Point | Explicit | 4,055 words

They find each other again the night of Valentine's Day.

7) I've Loved You Three Summers Now Honey, But I Want 'Em All | Mature | 4,216 words

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do. After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

8) Reckless Serenade | Explicit | 4,446 words

Note: This fic features Girl Direction.

Harry's Google search history may or may not look like 'my girlfriend doesn't know we're dating.'

9) Dancing In The Moonlight | Explicit | 4,587 words

Louis’ fuck buddy gets a date for Valentine’s day and he discovers that denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

10) Keep Your Head Down And Make It To Me | Not Rated | 4,643 words

“You know, if I hadn’t been so stupid 8 years ago, we could’ve been doing this for 8 long years. My sincere apologies,” “Maybe, but now I get to enjoy this moment even more because it’s been 8 years and I’ve never stopped wanting to kiss you ever since,” Louis admits, a light blush surfacing upon his face. “I love you,” Harry repeats. Louis beams at him. Literally beams. “I love you, Harry.”

11) Cherries In The Snow | Mature | 5,151 words

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Harry is not in the mood. So naturally, Louis lets Harry paint his body with kiss marks to make him feel better.

12) Be Mine, Little Valentine | Explicit | 7,435 words

All Louis wants is to find someone who’ll love all of him. There’s just one tiny complication.

13) Indecent Proposal | Explicit | 8,445 words

The one where Louis and Harry reminisce the ups and downs of a relationship that once was, imagining themselves as the happy couple celebrating in front of them, and decide that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be too bad to relive their relationship one more time.

14) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,517 words

Cupping one hand over his fist and holding them to his chest, Harry’s nose scrunches hopefully, “Would you want to get a drink before calling it a night?” Louis stares at him. “I know you’re probably tired, it’s just—” Harry sighs, wiggling his hands around nervously. “We’re both going to be alone after this and I really enjoyed talking to you, so maybe this is a little pathetic, but I could use the company?” “I, uh,” he stalls, weighing his options: either go home, have a wank, then bathe the night off, or talk more with the affable sweetheart while sharing a drink or two. Easy. “I’d like that. Sure.”

15) Better Than Words | Explicit | 11,321 words

Note: This fic is the second part of a series.

Harry and Louis have an argument while at the doctors to check on their baby. Then they celebrate Harry’s birthday and Valentine’s Day in their own way.

16) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13,487 words

You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.” Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing. “You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

17) Lead Me To Paradise | Explicit | 14,615 words

No one told Harry that a paramedic could be this pretty.

18) James The Pimp | Mature | 28,255 words

Everybody, please welcome my other good mate and Harry Styles’ Valentine Date, Louis Tomlinson!” 'Kill My Mind' played as the dusty-haired singer walked onto stage from the opposite side that Harry entered. “Thanks for having me, James.” Louis’ light voice carried well as he hugged James. With the grin still plastered to his cheeks, he looked around the bulkier man at Harry politely. “But, uh, I’m a tad bit confused. As lovely as Harry here is, you should probably both know I’m, er, into women.” There was a hint of awkward hesitation in his words. He likely thought Harry wasn’t straight and didn’t want to offend him, which Harry appreciated, even if he knew he had to say his next line despite it being utterly untrue. “The same goes to you, Louis, but I am as well.” James waved a hand flippantly. “Pish posh. Who really cares about that anyhow? Come along, boys. This is my show, so if I say you are each other’s Valentines, then you are each other’s Valentines. Now act like it!”

19) Cupid’s Chokehold | Explicit | 35,326 words

Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[themeraldee]

Hi hi!! Just an idea I've been dying to share with people tbh I've seen an anon bring up something similar too about Homelander falling for a singer. I've been thinking recently of him falling ass over tea kettle for a performer at like a Vought event or something where the reader in this case I guess, is doing a cover of "Lay All Your Love On Me" by ABBA and he just obsesses over them immediately. Interpreting the song for him and not that they're just singing it because it's their job and it was on the list of approved covers. I also was thinking of "My Love Mine All Mine" by Mitsuki just love songs that can be taken as just as obsessive and wanting as Homelander feels.

I love when he thinks of himself to be the centre of everyone's world that if you even make accidental eye contact, that song is immediately about him for sure.

And you're clearly serenading for him, just begging him to notice you, right?! How could you not. You're singing straight to his soul. He's so delusional, it's kind of endearing.

Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me

I love that he'd immediately think that you're just as obsessive as him and you're just looking for that someone to sink your teeth into.

He'd have you headlining as the main entertainer anytime Vought would be booking live music for sure. Maybe even pushing certain songs your way just so this fantasy he's having in his head is coming true exactly as imagined.

I regularly listen to Holding out for a hero and anytime the line "It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet," comes I swap it out to Homelander in my head or while singing out loud and it just makes me think that Vought would deffo have some obnoxious hero songs topping the charts (more like being manipulated to top the charts). SO you know the singer would have to perform those 😭

[tojikai]

In Another Universe...

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Implied death (?)

NOTE: I just really like written letters. AND I miss Toji.

"My love for him could cross the harsh waters of the oceans and still arrive undamaged."

Once there was a man sitting by the ocean, his hair moving with the wind. His eyes focused on the vast body of water in front of him. The horizon gave him a loving look as it bade him goodbye. Albeit fading with each second that passes, it let him feel the warmth of her touch like how the smoke dances for the eyes as it dissipates into thin air. 

There was a chime-like sound beside his feet, as the tightly sealed bottle repeatedly tapped on the rocks. Calling out to him, like how a siren melodically serenades her prey before pulling them into the abyss. Like a hand grabbing his, begging to be saved before the cruel waters pulls it and drown it again. 

His eyes were glued to the rolled paper inside—brownish and marked with ink—obviously bearing a message to be found. 

He quickly grabbed the bottle, wiped the moisture with his shirt, and gave his all to open the lid. It was almost like its content was calling out to him. The amount of strength he gave in pulling the bottle's seal was nothing compared to how much air it took out of his lungs as he read the letter of a lover to a former one. 

My dearest,

There has not been a single day where you do not cross my mind. How much time has passed since I last saw you? I hope you're living a better life now. How's your love, my love? I hope she keeps you warm every night and loves you each day. 

Only if you knew, there's nothing I wouldn't give just to be in her place even for a day.

But to be someone you loved, I have experienced it all already. And although it didn't last here with you, it still does in my memory. There's no way I'd forget how I was given the chance to feel all of you—your touch, the beat of your heart, the heat radiating from your soul. 

And even if you didn't feel that same way with mine, I assure you, my love for you has never changed nor faltered. Not even once, not even a bit. 

How I long to be the person who brings out the best in you. Just like how she did and probably how she still does. Surrendering you was the hardest decision I had ever made but I learned from my father that we must learn to submit all things that don't belong to us. I was thinking that maybe even though I had you all those years, you were not meant to be mine. Maybe I wasn't deserving of you, my love, but the Gods are witnesses to how hard I tried. 

When you chose her over me, I already knew that I had to surrender. When you rejected my embrace, I suffered my first death.

And maybe you were hers all along. And I just happened to pick you up when you were drifting in the seas. I just happened to be a ship but you had found the way to your beloved homeland. And dear, my soul ached as I prayed every night that you'd change your mind and decide to sail in these harsh seas with me again. Turns out, I was only meant to deliver you to the place where you want to be.

As days went by, I learned that nothing else matters but your happiness. And as long as you're happy, I'll be okay. Even as I lay here in this cold bed, praying that my wounds get to heal and my scars get to fade before I watch my final sunset, I'll be okay. Because I know that you're spending your every day in love. 

I spent all my days loving you too, please know that. I know that you'd love her greater than you did love me, and that's okay. We're meant to feel more for the people who gave us more. But darling, even if I couldn't give you much, know that I loved you with all that I got, with all that I am. 

I pray that when I reach my point of delirium, my hallucinations would be you bursting through the door, asking me to run away with you. Then, I'd be happy to go. And if not, then that's okay. Leaving this world knowing that you are living your life without heartache is enough. 

So, be happy, okay? Build her the world, take her to space. Make her your universe, honey. And I'll make you my song. I'll close my eyes to you. I'll gladly let my memories of you lull me to eternal sleep.

My heart will yearn for you forever, even as it stops beating and turns to dust. The remaining half of my soul will ache for you even as it wanders these freezing lands. 

When I go, I pray that I end up in another universe where you also exist, and maybe there, you'll let me run into your arms again. 

Let’s meet again someday, my love. 

Eternally yours,

Y/N

There was a moment of silence as the letter came to a close. Only then had the man realize that a familiar voice in his head was reading it for him. It wasn’t just a letter he found. It was a heart, longing for someone who went away. It was a heart, tearing itself apart just so the words could flow out of it—words that will never ever be spoken. 

Letting the tears stream down his face, the man turned the paper to check the backside. There was a note, for him—the reader who got the drifting bottle.

To the person who will get this, please keep the letter safe. Perhaps, you can also let the ocean protect it again if you want. Let it drift in the bottle to its ends but I beg of you not to destroy it or throw it away, for it is the only forever that I can get with the love of my life. 

Was this the woman he refused to give another chance to years ago? 

[gunilslaugh]

Just so you know you’re my favorite person your writing is amazing♥️ can I please request about how the boys absolutely spoil their partner not even necessarily with money just they favorite way to spoil them

Thank you so much! Here's your request I hope you like it :)

All members = ` • - • ` =

Summary: How Xdinary Heroes spoil you. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:634

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Princess treatment, Gunil is all about treating you the absolute best. He would dote on you in whichever way he could. He always opens things for you; jars, water bottles, snacks, doors. Gunil keeps hair ties, chapstick and whatever else you use frequently in his bag just in case you ever need them. He is constantly looking out for you. You don’t even have to ask for his help because he is already on it. If you ever think that he's being a bit much he will totally step back, but reminds you that he only had good intentions. He keeps a supply of your favorite snacks on hand.

Jungsu

Jungsu loves to dote on you. He may not be as upfront about it though. If he notices your lotion running low he will replace it without saying a word. That goes the same for your other items; chapstick, perfume, shampoo, vitamins. He often fixes your hair or clothes for you. He even carries a comb on him. If he notices you looking at a particular item for a while he will buy it for you. He also likes to send you flowers from time to time. If someone ever called him out for giving you special treatment he would deny it, but he knows it’s true. 

Goan/Jiseok

Blatant with his special treatment towards you. He has no shame in spoiling you. 

“You bought y/n a new hoodie and matching sweatpants, but you couldn’t lend me five dollars for a coffee.” 

“Obviously not. You’re not y/n.” After your dates he will take you out to get ice cream. Whether it be from a shop or convenience store. He’ll leave you random notes telling you that he loves you. He always offers you his shoulder to rest on. He strokes your hair until you fall asleep and tucks you in as well. Not to mention his never ending kisses. 

O.de/Seungmin

Greetings and partings are alway accompanied with hugs and kisses. If he comes home before you he either makes or orders food that he knows you like. He will always let you pick what movie or show the two of you watch. You could pick something that he doesn’t even like, but he won’t say a word about it. Wherever he fixes you a hot beverage he waits till it’s cool enough to drink before bringing it to you. Texts or calls you  multiple times a day just to talk to you sometimes even just to tell you that he loves you.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun basically becomes your personal chef/baker. He is always ready to make your favorite foods or sweet treats. Spends his free time mastering recipes. If he notices your laundry piling up he will do it for you. He even folds your clothes and puts them away. He carries your essential items on him in case you ever need them. Whenever you ask him if he is free to come see you he is practically half way out of the door as he responds. He never wants you to wait on him for too long. Dries your hair for you after a shower.

Jooyeon

Tends to spoil you and himself. Takes you out to a restaurant so you two can have a feast together while laughing and chatting. He has your drink order memorized and will pick it up when he is on his way home from work. He likes to get you random gifts and see the way your face lights up when he gives them to you. He will shower you with affection. Gives you all of his love by clinging to you like a koala. There is no such thing as giving you too many kisses. Will serenade you with his voice.

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[lovers-serenade]

for the first time, someone had asked me out. it was you. the object of my limerence.

and yet i refused. why? because i got scared. as happy as i was, the excitement is my fiction. the fear, my reality.

what if you're playing with my heart? you write about love so beautifully, that i fell for the man in your words. but why is it that the man in front of me seems too smooth, too flirty, too impersonal to truly like me? how is it that you're not at all nervous, how is it that you overlook things i say, how is it that i do not have a little home in your mind?

perhaps, you do not like me enough to show me the man that lives through your writing. but i was foolish enough to build a home in my mind for him to reside in.

someday, i hope. if it is meant to be, i hope i'm wrong. i hope you give me a home in your heart, so i can find the safety to let you reside in mine.

~

© A Lover's Serenade

• category - writing prose / thoughts / fiction

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[hoes4hoseok]

enhypen as folklore

i enjoyed writing this so so so much and i had forgotten how much i liked writing these! the last few i churned out from a sense of obligation but i had a lot of fun with this one :) i hope you like it!

ni-ki as my tears ricochet

"cursing my name, wishing i stayed, look at how my tears ricochet"

i'm so sorry for this...we sure are starting with a bang because the lyric "i can go anywhere i want, just not home" physically makes me ache when i'm thinking about ni-ki 😭

1. he's literally far from home irl & 2. if you were with ni-ki...he'd feel like home & any end to the relationship would make you feel lost

overall, i just associate that type of hurt with ni-ki (yikes🤧💔)

jay as mirrorball

"i'm still on that tightrope, i'm still tryin' everything to get you laughing at me"

oh my goodness jay is such a mirrorball.

i'm not saying that he's desperate for attention or that he doesn't get any, (that's not what the song describes, anyways) but rather that he's trying. his best.

i get it if you don't understand the vision at first glance but after i gave it some thought i can see it so clearly

jungwon as seven

"we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet"

this song is so sweet & innocent in how it describes a childhood perspective of things & how simple we thought problems were then

i think that jungwon maintains a little bit of that innocent optimism even though he's older now :)

what really seals the deal for me is that he's the leader & literally solves problems for the group all the time (presumably)

i don't mean that he solves them like a child would, but the nostalgic comfort that the song brings is similar to the comfort i feel you'd get talking to jungwon 🤧

jake as august

"august slipped away into a moment in time 'cause it was never mine"

jake is wouldn't hurt you on purpose, & i think that goes without saying because he seems like such a sweetheart

but man, if you catch him at a vulnerable moment when his heart resides with someone else...he will break. your. heart.

the whole idea of not being able to call the end of a relationship what it is in your heart because you were never really together & he never really cared the way you did...CHILLS. terrifying. (my heart goes out to those who have experienced that irl, i'm so sorry).

jake fits the idea because i think he's trustworthy. like,, he could smile & you'd probably be sold (no offense)

again, at the end of the day, he didn't mean to hurt you. maybe that's what hurts most 👊

heeseung as illicit affairs

"you know damn well, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times"

i've always heard this song in two ways: a very literal sense of having a physical affair in secret && a more emotional version of it

personally, i can picture myself getting my heart broken by heeseung in both senses! might just be me though 😀

the thing is, he seems so charming & falling fast for him would be so easy that if you did, it's very possible that he wouldn't fall in the same way you did (i'm crying the song has been playing on loop for ten minutes now)

i was originally gonna give this one to jay & mirrorball to heeseung!! lmk what you think

sunoo as betty

"the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you"

sunoo would 100% be willing to serenade his apology...that being said, i do not think he's a cheater!

i feel like if he hurt you he'd want to make it up to you & apologize at the same time instead of hoping you just take the apology alone...like this man will make you feel WORTH IT

AGAIN he'd never cheat though ✋ (i think) but if he made you feel bad he's gonna fix it,, he isn't leaving you feeling like an old cardigan under someone's bed

for the record, i'm a 'betty takes james back' truther though.

sunghoon as the lakes

"i'm setting off, but not without my muse, no, not without you"

i am so passionate about preaching how this song & sunghoon are perfect for each other EEK

i love assigning songs about heartbreak to sunghoon because i just see him as a heartbreaker (whoops) but whoever he DOES end up with (if anyone) is one lucky mf

the idea of "all you need is each other" makes me melt because it's so so so romantic

it's not realistic for all couples & that's okay but i can see sunghoon wanting that kind of relationship someday :)

but beyond that he's also private & not very social (by his own description) so he just generally seems like he'd resonate with it 🥰

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Bitter Coffee

The diner's coffee is dark and so bitter that it almost bites. The smell of burnt coffee grounds flow up in a steam warning. Don't drink this, it pleads. Go somewhere else. Somewhere better, but please don't drink this. I close my eyes and take a sip. It's hot, it's bitter, it's instant heartburn in a cup. Start the day the acid reflux way with a handful of Tums and a full shot on pink Pepto Bismuth. Sometimes consequences last a life time and you pay for mistakes forever. My stomach is proof of what drugs do to the insides. I am scar tissue and weak spots where the stomach acid is burning through the walls of my stomach. It will split, and it will hurt, but it will happen and when it does, I can only hope that I'm alone. The doctor's will say theirs nothing here to save, and I'll agree from astral projection. I'll sign a DNR the minute you put it in my face. If there's nothing left to live for, when's left to live? I did this to myself, even though I like to blame others, I know, deep down, it was all my choices that lead my to a a body covered in pinprick scars and white train tracks up and down my forearms. Or the circle burn marks, or the stab wounds in my chest, or the spot where the bullet bounce off my kneecap. I take another sip of coffee and forcefully swallow it down. In a few minutes, the caffeine of trucker coffee will hit me. And I will tremor and shake, and lost train of thought, and feel sicker to my stomach. There's an old man sitting at the corner next me., eating the yolks of his over easy eggs with a piece of diner brand burnt wheat toast. I can see the butter already melted onto the break. It drips off and splatters the polished counter top. He eats nosily, the sounds he makes almost sexual. Letting specks of grease and egg and toast take refuge in a salt shaker beard. A tired looking woman serenades the tables with promises of more acidic coffee and pie and meatloaf and pancakes and sausage links. Menus act as hymnals we read from before the sun rises on a Sunday morning. Most of the people are just waking up and I haven't slept in four days, at the far end of yet another bender. My eyes burn from being open too long and I swear that I can see the very shadows move.

Sometimes I hear my name being called, but there's never anyone who actually knows my name. No one cares. Even my own imaginary friend said fuck this and packed their things and they were gone. Nobody, not even the pretend, want to be around someone who does nothing but try to kill themselves by loophole tricks, who bitch's and moans about a girl who doesn't even remember him, who never can see the good in anything he actually has, who is the definition of cynical. I can't blame the friends who loved me to leave. Nobody wants to watch a loved one self-destruct completely, nobody wants to see a man hellbent on slamming into rock bottom, face first, broken neck. Silence. Peace. I take a sit of my coffee and wonder how these coffee mugs keep the liquid hot much longer than the mugs I have stashed back at home. I look at the mug, getting out of my head, because that's a bad place to be when you're coming down and realizing what you've become and it's sick, and it's gross, and it's dirty and I'm a fucking derelict. I have done my laundry in over a month. I want to apologize. I want to yell in everyone's face. I want to die, I want to live, I want to not be afraid. I want to be less paranoid. I want to take care of myself again, but the little baggie with powdery residue says I'm fucking lying. I'm always lying. I am a con artist, and I'm dangerously good at it. Fall in love with me, and if I keep it up, your mine forever. The tired woman fills my coffee mug for the third time. It's bitter taste stays on my tongue. It distracts me. My head hurts, and my stomach hurts and my body aches. I can't remember all that much for the past few days. And that relieves me because I'm not really sure I want to. I don't want to face the shame I should probably feel. The man next to me finished his food. It is quiet again, other than the sounds of the kitchen, the low drone of other's voice. I signal for my check. Four cups of a coffee and an order of white toast. My stomach hurts. It's time to make it home and sleep this off until the next one starts