#the rap in the first one HELLOOO

[junjiie]

this, this and this song are so u coded. i cant explain it but they are <3

NOW HOLD ONNNN WHY DO THEY GO HARD OMG!!!! Blushes and giggles u think they’re so me coded ><

[wnbnny]

the blood crown. (chapter 1.)

pairings: prince!chan x reader, prince!minho x reader, prince!changbin x reader, prince!hyunjin x reader, prince!jisung x reader, prince!felix x reader, prince!seungmin x reader, prince!jeongin x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, death, poison, suggestive jokes but no smut, competition amongst noble families, ot8 are princes

author's note: hellooo:) welcome to my first series on tumblr! i wanted to go with a sort of dark theme for this fic:> please please do leave likes and comments, it truly makes my day!

You grew up in a household made of lies, deceit and poison. 

Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you were born to an ordinary village girl, and your father, a high-ranking noble. Your mother had been training you since you could barely walk; always smile politely, always walk gracefully, always greet your guests. Each time you would get something wrong, the feared cane would come down upon your hands, enough to hurt but never enough to leave bruises. Your mother had grown up in a poor village, using her charm and wit to seduce your father and charm her way into the ranks of high society. She was ruthless, cunning, and most of all: ambitious. She dreamed of ascending to the very top- the royal family. It was no surprise that when you were at the mere age of ten, your father was pronounced dead on a Thursday afternoon in his quarters, being assassinated by a thief who had supposedly snuck into your house. 

But you knew. 

You knew when the corner of your mother's lips curved up ever so slightly, at the funeral ceremony of your father. Barely there, but it was the smirk of a triumphant winner of the chess game. All your father's assets were transferred to your mother, and she became head of the household- never remarried and never gave birth to any more children. 

Your kingdom was governed by the Bahng's, who had eight sons and a daughter- Christopher, the heir to the throne and the king's sole legitimate child, Minho, the second, born to a concubine in the king's harem, just like the rest. Changbin was the third, along with Hyunjin, then Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and finally Jeongin. And then there was Princess Areum, the king's beloved daughter and second legitimate child. 

Your mother heard from the gossip circles amongst the ladies at the tea tasting ceremonies she hosted often, that there were talks of Princess Areum being engaged to Duke Choi's son, Yeonjun. The Choi's were a rival family, always competing with your mother for power. 

One day, when you had just crossed the age of eleven a few weeks ago, your mother called you to her study. You sighed, getting up gracefully from where you had been perched on a chair reading, and walked to her study, knocking first, three sharp raps.

"Come in," she called.

And so you put on a demure smile, hands clasped in front of you, never tripping or stumbling on your way. Clothes neatly ironed, not a single hair out of place, the pinnacle of perfection.

"Y/N." her perfectly shaped brows rise, scrutinising you, before smiling softly. Your mother was always strange like that. You knew she loved you, but in wanting what was best for you always pushed too far.

"You know of Princess Areum's engagement." 

You nod, brows furrowed.

"She is not the heir to the throne and poses no danger to us as she is a girl, but her future husband does, unfortunately. The Choi's will surely use their newfound power to gloat over us and trample us underfoot if their son was to be married to the princess. However, we must target the girl this time, it is far too risky to target the boy. Weeds in a garden have to be pruned, ripped out by the roots, to maintain the beauty of the garden. Surely you understand. Tell me the number one rule in chess again." her once soft expression hardens, and she leverages you with a stare, piercing through you.

"Always predict your opponent's next move." you reply, unsure of where this conversation is going. 

"Yes. The Choi family will immediately suspect us if something happens to their precious firstborn, meanwhile the princess will be easy to manipulate and target." your mother sighs, folding her hands neatly on her lap.

"I want you to make friends with Princess Areum, invite her to our house if possible. We'll see from there." 

You nod, hesitant yet confused. What did she mean by target the princess? Was she going to manipulate her to cancel the engagement? 

It turns out, the outcome was far worse.

Princess Areum had become fast friends with you quickly, both sharing common interests. Soon, she began to invite you and your mother to the royal palace, your mother becoming close with the queen too. 

You should've known. 

Years later when you were older, you finally understood what had happened. A tiny bottle of liquid your mother had claimed to be a restoring health tonic, carefully tucked into your mother's sleeve as she made her way to the palace together with you for your weekly afternoon tea sessions with just the four of you.

Princess Areum's rigid body falling to the ground when she took a sip of her afternoon tea, the cries of Queen Bahng echoing out throughout the room as the princess drew her last breath. 

You knew.

The King was heartbroken, his only daughter buried in a grave six feet under the ground. No one even suspected your mother.

One year later, Queen Bahng departed from the realm. The people claimed she died from the heartbreak of losing her only daughter, but only two individuals ever knew the truth. 

Your mother pretended to be inconsolable at the funeral, sobbing as she watched the casket, and you almost wanted to applaud at how convincing her acting was. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Crown Prince, Christopher Bahng, standing beside his father who had a tight hand clasped on his shoulder. The prince's eyes were clearly red from having cried the night prior, yet he remained stoic throughout the ceremony. He never let his emotions nor his grief consume him, you supposed it was how you were like with your mother. Never allowed to show your imperfections to the world. Though you wouldn't admit it, deep down you felt sorry for him, a broken child just like you.

The Choi's never rose to power, and your mother's plan worked. 

"You must take what is rightfully yours," she had said on the carriage ride home. "And you must do what it takes."

"But at what cost?" you asked.

"Everything."

-years later-

You stared out the window at the bustling city, feeling extremely uncomfortable in the many layers of silk and fabric you were clad in. 

"Remember," your mother turned around to look at you, her sharp voice cutting through the silence. "Keep your head up and your eyes trained upon the goal. Charm Prince Christopher.”

“Become the next queen."

~part 2 coming soon~

[jinnie-ret]

THISE SOUND SO GOOD????

Can you tell me what their all about? It's not that's ok ok it's prob gonna take some time to do that! I'll take any tho love! 💕

omg it's no problem at all!! I'll put the asks next to their titles and who it's about!

1) let noona handle it

skz x ninth member reader platonic

Can't believe I'm asking this but could you do a ninth member fic but they're Nuna to Bangchan as well instead of younger? Just wanna see all the boys taken care of, maybe like made casual dinner with their favorite foods or soft comfort after a hard concert or something. Just the boys and OC being good family.

2) macho man

Changbin X reader

9th member! Liking changbin and constantly complimenting him/his rapping and his muscles but he doesn't realise it untill the guys point it out?

3) family is complicated

Skz x ninth member reader platonic

9th member whos family is extremely unsupportive of their career choices, skz do their best to cheer them up after a loud argument that the boys overhear. their family is rude and downright mean to their 9th member and they cant let them be put down by their family so they remind her that theyre her family. love your writing.

4) gyaru, jjang yeppeuda

Skz x Ninth member reader platonic

Could you write a - stray kids x fem! ninth member, who is gyaru and other idols, look at her weird for it?

5) generation z

Skz x ninth member reader platonic

Hiii can I rq a skz x 15 y/o trainy were she acts v gen z n stuff?

6) togetherness

skz x ninth member reader platonic

I’m not entirely sure if you’d write this or not but could you write stray kids and like trainee reader who has divorced parents and is crying? You don’t have to write this and I understand if you don’t. If you do thank you

7) shed my skin

skz x ninth member reader platonic

Imagine the 9th member has always worn baggy clothes(hoodies) their muscular body anddddd TATTOOS.

8) like a broken record

(you requested this one hehehe)

skz x ninth member reader platonic

HELLOOO! Can I rq a reaction to skz s/o who isn't great with words? Like their love language is everything except words of affirmation since they aren't great with words at all so they show their love In diff ways (ex, physically, acts of service, quality time, gifts) so they know that they love the boys?

9) ball knowledge

Seungmin x reader

Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg, your asks are open!!! I haven’t been able to find aa writer with open requests/ asks in who knows how long😭 not sure if you do solo members but if not it’s more than ok for all the members but could i pleeaaasseeee ask for Seungmin with an s/o that likes baseball but he doesn’t know cause reader finds him more than adorable when he gets excited and explains stuff to them but he eventually finds out that they do indeed know about baseball and he gets slightly upset but when they explain that they found him adorable he pretty much just goes “fine ig”

10) y/n being a dilf in skz family

skz x ninth member reader platonic

Can you please write a 9th member of skz role in skz family

11) pity party

Skz x reader poly

(my first poly one yay!)

Can you make A Stray Kids (poly) (romantic) fic where the reader is the ninth member and she has had her 23rd birthday but the boys were too busy preparing for their upcoming comeback, hence forgetting it and then one day (for some reason) someone ask her age and skz replies with "oh..22" but then she says her real age and all of them are like "no you're not"?

12) anchor

skz x ninth member reader platonic

I can't remember if I requested this already but can I rq skz xx 9th member where she tries to always hide behind the boys because she doesn't want to draw more attention to herself then she already has since she the only girl in the group pls? She's not really shy or anything or insecure she js doesn't want it to seem like she wants attention caus she doesn't really like attention too much so she hides behind the guys

[pomefioredove]

Not a request, just want to discuss!

With the masquerade its always Malleus VS Rollo or Malleus x Reader x Rollo. Yeah I get it, they're already rivals outside of romance but it gets kinda boring.

Let Rollo get into a scheming contest with Azul, Ruggie, or Jamil.

Give me Rollo getting into a fist fight with Epel or Deuce.

Why can't Rollo get into an argument/screaming match with Riddle or Sebek?

How about Rollo asking WTF is wrong with you when faced with Rook or Idia?

Have Rollo challenge Silver to a full on duel.

Seriously Rollo, Malleus aint the only threat to your plot to steal the one magicless person in the gang!

their dynamic is a little overhyped considering how apathetic malleus ends up being about all of it. he goes home, completely forgets about rollo and then has an epic tantrum over lilia and yuu almost leaving... not exactly a lasting impression there.

as for the other characters...

I always like the idea that azul and/or jamil can tell something is off about rollo. it's included in a lot of fanfiction I've read and it makes perfect sense, considering that they're good at reading people, and are similar schemers. a part of me still hopes for rollo at nrc because their battle of wits would be legendary.

and if anything, it'd likely be the two of them holding deuce and epel back from physically fighting him... personally, I think riddle is too well-mannered to cause a scene with another well-mannered individual, though I can imagine a lot of petty remarks being passed between the two. medieval catholic vs proper victorian lad epic rap battles of history.

jfc if rollo knew about the whole styx thing he would've gone after idia first because WHO TRIES TO OPEN A DOOR TO THE UNDERWORLD??? HELLOOO and also rook and rollo arguing in french because obviously

[moonpool-system]

🍇, 🍏!!

Hellooo ty for the ask and the patience 👋

"Does your system have varying tastes in music, food, etc? If so, what is everyone's favorites?"

Y'know, we didn't think so at first for food, but turns out we just didn't switch enough for eating and Survivor (our food-caretaker) isn't too picky! My adopted insys son Gregory told me his favorite food is stew and thick soups, so I got him canned chicken pot pie soup earlier ^^ (Akira: I taught him that. Crock pot forever) A lot of our Cookie Run sourced fictives expect a sweeter diet than is normal for a human, so we end up getting a lot of jams, jellies, and treats for them to feel like they're eating properly.

As for music, that's actually been very important to us since the beginning! One of the very first things we used to help differentiate ourselves was deciding which music we liked best. My subsystem is more eclectic and likes most anything that's auditorily stimmy for us (usually indie, synth, rap, reggae, whatever incredible secret sauce goes into celtic music, things like that), while Badeline likes more rock, indie rock, and electropop, while Casey likes more alt stuff with a juxtaposition of a light/cute beat and heavier/more dramatic lyrics. The Vanilla Garden favors softer stuff that centers around emotions and a good tune, but Red Jam in particular likes alt rock to rap to scene/punk and harder rock.

Some favorite songs:

- Pure Vanilla told me his favorite song was Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra and I found that absolutely hilarious for some reason

- My/The Prism's favorite stim songs currently are Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison, 44 More by Logic, and Logo te Pate by Olivia Foa'i, Opetaia Foa'i, & Talaga Steve Sale

- My/Casey's favorite song is this one right now, Collared by Vane Lily!!! Please watch the video omgggg it's so good uve got no idea. cw religious trauma stuffs

- Badds and Levana both LOOOVE this song, Revived by Derivakat, even tho we're pretty sure it's from some kinda source or another but don't care hehe

"What's your favorite thing about being plural? If you don't have a favorite/don't enjoy being plural, use this as a free space to gush about whatever you'd like!"

Our favorite thing about being plural is probably how many unexpected developments have turned into lifelong relationships that change our lives! Our very second polyconscious member we were aware of was an unexpected soulbond rather than a tulpa, and they ended up becoming one of my most grounded advisors and important friends. Ever since then, I never know when we'll suddenly get someone that becomes an important part of our lives, and getting that experience with so many new people is something I personally cherish!

- Written by the Prism, Casey, Akira

[nateezfics]

Hellooo! I'm a new atiny and I was wondering if you could help me get to know the boys a bit, I mean if you could describe them in a few words, what you think about them. I'm also curious who are the trouble makers and who are the mom and dad of the group who keep them in check. Thank you!

omg🥹 welcome, welcome!! i’ll try my best to describe them, but honestly they’re beyond words. as you get to know ateez more you’ll understand they’re absolutely amazing. i’m so happy to see a new atiny!♥️

hongjoong; the leader of the group. we all call him captain. he is an artistic person who loves to create. he’s so thoughtful with everything he does. he’s so passionate and when you see him on stage, and even when you see how he acts with atiny and his members, you’ll understand why he is the captain and the heart of ateez! he is considered the dad of the group! he’s my bias :)

seonghwa; this man is the mother of the group and it’s the cutest thing to see how loving he is with the members. he’s a lover of all things star wars and legos. he’s the oldest but he can be a bit chaotic at times lol. honestly a pure soul, and stunning inside and out!

yunho; dancing king. tallest member. has the personality of a golden retriever. he’s such a warm person, and definitely one of the mood makers of ateez! he’s insane on stage. this man is such a stellar performer and dancer, he literally was meant to be on stage. him and hongjoong were the first two trainees/members of ateez, so they have a special bond! but he has the biggest bond with mingi. he is my bias wrecker.

yeosang; god tier visuals and absolutely gorgeous voice. he’s quiet, but when he talks it’s the best thing ever. has a habit of roasting the other members lol. actually was at another company as a trainee with wooyoung before joining kq (ateez’s company). yeosang is literally the sweetest human on this earth, we must protect him. he doesn’t show it often, but he has a birthmark near his left eye and it’s so cute.

san; he has a heart of gold. give the shirt off his back type of person. he’s such a kind hearted person. but on stage he’s a demon (him, hongjoong, and seonghwa are all part of the “demon line”). like the duality of this man is insane. top notch performer. him and wooyoung are practically inseparable.

mingi; rap legend. lyrical genius. atiny as a whole have the biggest soft spot for this man, myself included. he’s sweet, and is also very funny! makes everyone laugh because he’s just a bright person. also has a tendency to have us all weak for him all the time. watch this man perform and you’ll know why.

wooyoung; when you asked about the troublemakers this man immediately came to mind lol. he lives to aggravate hongjoong (but don’t get it twisted hongjoong likes it and these two have a sweet bond!). he is very outgoing and has the biggest personality out of the group. the main mood maker. a highly contagious laugh. he is a lover okay; this man does not shy away from showing affection to to the members. he has so much love to give he’s the sweetest :( soooo beyond talented, has an amazing voice. listen to the chorus of their song mist!

jongho; vocals on another level. man is unrivaled when it comes to vocals. he’s the maknae, but sometimes he acts more behaved than the others lol. this man is very strong. like physically strong. everyone focuses on his singing but this man is such a solid dancer people need to appreciate his dancing more. an avid lover of iced americanos lol. and idk how to put it but this man has such a distinguished style, like he is so well put together ahshsh.

ateez is a group of goofy, lovable, humble, and immensely talented guys. their music and storyline is so immersive. you definitely won’t regret stanning them, i promise!

[griffin-black]

‘My Ordinary Life’ (Chap. VI Part Two)

Author’s Note: I recommend reading this on Ao3 or Quotev.  

Chapter Six Part Two

End-World Normopathy

VI

'I can't understand the way you seem to pray, but reality's contorting at your say. . . . You recreated on your face those eyes designed and carried by your fate.'

There was a crash downstairs. The kind of crash that your mind instantly registers as a threat, waking you up in a shaking, cold sweat like a clammy dog. Lo had only gone to bed an hour prior and now found herself shivering uncontrollably in her hot, damp room. Her door must have closed while she was sleeping, or maybe her parents closed it since she had a tendency to snore. Whatever the reason, the block of wood still didn’t mute the deafening crash. Any possible innocent explanation hadn’t even crossed her mind. In some instinctive way, Lola knew it was a threat.

         She fell out of bed, pulling her robe from the bedpost she always hung it from and tip-toed across the rugged floor, only stopping in front of the door to press her ear against it.          At first she heard nothing. Then, “Hellooo!” A man’s voice chimed.. Lola backed away with a gasp.          It was not her Dad’s voice, it was a voice she had never heard before, but somehow she knew whose voice it was. The man from the park. Who else could it be?          As frightened as she was, Lo knew she needed to act, and fast. She ran to the wall beside her bed’s right side and knocked on it urgently, but just quiet enough so only those on the other side could hear it. The wall was connected to her parents' room. Lo rapped again and again but her parents didn’t even stir.          Now, in a panic, Lo made one final loud BANG! against the wall. This time it worked.          Lo heard her Dad start awake and then her Mother shortly after.          “Hon?” Her Dad whispered groggily.          Her Mother responded with a groan.          Lola banged against the wall again four times in rapid succession. “That’s Sylvia. We should check on her.” Lo heard her parents shuffle out of bed then heard her own door creak ominously. She whirled around. On the floor where a beam of light from the hallway always gleamed were two shadows. Someone was blocking her door.          Lola ran across her room and slammed the weight of her whole body against the door. And just as she suspected, the door without a lock refused to budge as someone’s weight was pushed against it.          “Let me out!” She shouted, slamming her palms against the door.         “Sylvia!” Her Mother gasped. “Sylvia!”          Then, the blood curdling sound of her parent’s bedroom door being kicked open cracked against Lo’s skull.          “Mom! Dad!” She screamed, still smacking, pushing, and jostling the door and its handle with all her might. Now she knew there had to be multiple people breaking in.          “Who the hell are you? Get out of my house!” Her Dad suddenly shouted.          “Hey Mom and Dad! Sorry about all this.” The same man’s gravelly voice said. “On such a great night too . . . Listen, if it’s any consultation, any consolation at all—” Lola suddenly heard her parents shout and her Mother made an awful gagging noise. “Sylvia will be just fine.”          The man had to be threatening her Father with her Mother, she was choking. Lola went into a frenzy, pounding and kicking at the door with a speed and strength she had never had before.          “Let me out! Let— Me— Out!” She cried, tears turning her face into a fountain. She kicked until her toes cracked and became numb, she screamed until her throat was raw and punched and scratched until her nail polish was chipped on every finger and blood leaked from her knuckles and cuticles. Her skull buzzed in fear. “Please . . .” She begged. “I’ll do anything . . . just please don’t hurt Mom and Dad, please.”          “. . . I-I’m sorry.” A low voice rasped from the other side, almost like he didn’t want to be heard. “I’m sorry.” He repeated.          “Let me go if you’re sorry! Tell them not to hurt my parents!”          Her Father was shouting from the other room as her Mother wheezed and gagged. “You’re killing them!” Lo continued to push at the door.          Though nothing had changed, she felt like she was making a difference. With every slam of her body into the door, more light filled the room.          Her jailer was growing weak.          Furniture clattered in her parent’s bedroom and it was clear a full fight had broken out, though who was winning . . . the thought was killing her. She needed to help them “Mom . . . Dad . . .” Lo sobbed. “You’re killing them! Please, sir! If– If you need money, I can show it to you! I can take you to it! My Dad keeps a safe in his office, there’s gotta be thousands in there! I, please let me take you to it! Or– or jewels? Would you prefer jewels? Jewelry? My Mother has a ton of it in her room! Maybe your friends missed it!” Lo pleaded. “We don’t own any guns, all we have are knives, and I don’t have anything. I’m not lying! Please I have nothing, I’m no threat to you! Just let me take you to the money! Just—”          Her parents had gone silent, she was suddenly blue in the face.          “ . . . let me say goodbye.”          Her jailer was silent, taking no empathy in her pleas . . . or so she thought.          “It’s better this way . . .” The voice cracked, almost like he was crying. “You don’t want to c-come-muh out.” He spoke oddly, but Lola had no time to notice.          “You’re wrong!” She shrieked. “Please let me out, stop them! You’re making me an orphan! Is that what you want? To make an orphan out of me!” She cried, still pounding away at the door so much it’s hinged rattled. “Is that what you want? I have no one, you hear me? NO ONE! If you’re so sorry, then let me go! Let me help them!”          Still silence from her parents . . . but they weren’t dead, just knocked out. “I’ll do anything! Anything, anything, anything!” Lo wailed. “Money! Jewels! I’ll give it all to you! Myself? Is that what you want, cause I’ll give myself to you, all of me! Just don’t kill them . . . don’t hurt them anymore, please . . . You’re my only hope.”          Suddenly, Rocky began to bark. Instantly she turned on her jailer. “Rocky, boy! Come here, Rocky! Oh, please, boy, Rocky! Rocky!”          “They’ve got a fucking dog?” The man in her parents room said.          “Yeah!” Lola shouted. “And he’s big and mean and—” She didn’t need to get the rest out, the man shouted as Rocky growled, attacking him.          “Good boy, Rocky! Good boy!” Lola suddenly felt hopeful as an obvious struggle was taking place with the man and her dog. Then—          “He’s not dead!”          Footsteps echoed down the hall and down the stairs.          “Dad!” Lo shouted.          “Sylvia? Are you alright baby? Where are you?”          “Dad, I’m fine just GET OUT!”          Lo prayed her Father would listen to her, but as she was listening intently to his footsteps getting further and further away, the shadow disappeared.          Right away Lola left her room and threw herself into the railing of the balcony, eyes darting frantically across the living room. Through the broken screen door leading to the backyard, Lo saw her Dad still in his pajamas running through the grass as a hooded figure followed close behind. . . He was holding a hatchet.         A man suddenly appeared in the hall and Lo ducked back into her room just in time to not be noticed. She didn’t dare be seen nor lay eyes on him. He must have seen the other outside with the hatchet and sprinted after him, jumping down from the balcony. Lola went to check on her Mother when her own door slammed in her face, again.          “No!” She screamed.          Three. There were three of them.          “Oh, God. Dad!” She cried hopelessly. She tried slamming against the door again, but this time it wasn’t budging at all. Someone much stronger was now keeping it shut.

Lola eventually strayed from the door, her breathing so shallow she thought she was going to faint. She sat beside the wall connected to her parent’s room and leaned her head against it.          “Mom?” She whispered, too tired and defeated to continue screaming. “You’re still alive, right? You’re not dead . . . you can’t be . . . you can’t leave me alone.”          The third man beyond her door groaned in pain. Lo scowled.          “I hope Rocky gave you a hard time.” She spat.

******

Toby ran after Mr. Frazier without thinking. The rottweiler was preventing Tim or Brian from stopping him, so in a split second, disregarding Tim’s orders to ‘stay put’ against the girl’s door, he chased after him.

They had made it all the way into the backyard when headlights beamed in the distance, likely from somewhere in the park.          “Hey!” Mr. Frazier screamed. “Hey! Hel—” He fell face first into the dirt. Toby caught up to him, pulling his hatchet from the Father’s spine with a splintering crackle. In a panic, the rookie had thrown one of his hatchets at him, never in a million years thinking it would land, but something had to be looking out for him, as it landed squarely between Mr. Frazier’s shoulder blades.          Mr. Frazier, with a terrible sputter, began to crawl towards the headlights that in that moment, turned and disappeared into the night.          “No . . .”          Toby flipped Mr. Frazier over and onto his back. The man raised a hand as blood spurted from his mouth and drooled down the side of his face, pooling around his neck.          “Please.” He gurgled, likely choking on his own blood. “Don’t do this.”          Unfortunately, Toby wasn’t interested in hearing whatever he had to say.          It was quiet. So, so quiet. And that was all that mattered.          He heard nothing but his own breathing and Mr. Frazier’s gagging. Toby’s head tilted quizzically at the man, as though he was trying to figure him out, as his shoulders rose and fell with every heavy breath. He shook his hatchet up and down, flicking blood everywhere and ridding the blade of the disgusting substance.          “Kid!” Tim called from behind. In one fluid movement, as quick as lightning flashes, Toby dropped the hatchet and turned around, snatching the knife Tim threw from mid air. He fell to his knees on top of the man and drove the blade into Mr. Frazier’s chest, over and over and over again.          Once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight . . . thirty times the blade plunged into his torso. 

Mr. Frazier was long deceased when Toby finally stood back up, wiping the blood from his face. Tim was next to him, completely silent.          Adrenaline coursing through him, Toby looked at Tim, who had an unreadable expression on his face, he simply stared at the messied body.          “. . . He stopped screaming at fourteen.” Toby lamented madly. Tim met his eyes at that.          “Kid . . .” He began.         Toby shot him a look, daring, begging him to insult him.          “That was great!” Tim laughed.          Toby blinked.          Tim laughed so hard he appeared on the verge of tears. “You landed that hatched and grabbed the knife. You may technically be a rookie, kid, but man . . . you sure don’t kill like one.”          Brian watched silently from behind the other two, like a seething shadow they would never notice.

[chxrryhxrtreplies]

hellooo! saw that you're accepting eddie munson requests and well i need more eddie angst, so can you pleaseee do one where reader has been hanging out with steve a lot just because she needs help planning for a surprise for eddie on their anniversary or something because it's near but eddie gets jealous and insecure and thinks that maybe steve is better for the reader to be with and just breaks up with them right before the day of their anniversary and when eddie finds out what reader has been planning, he's completely crushed and you can decide for the ending. thankyouu!!

eeeeeek!! this is my first eddie fic and hopefully it’s alright!! i actually really enjoyed writing this even though it took longer than i’d like to admit and also my requests are still open!! tysm for the request, i think i went on a bit of a like detour but maybe part 2? idk! 💞💞 

To Mordor - Eddie Munson x Female Reader 

Synopsis: You and Eddie’s anniversary is approaching, and you need Steve’s help to plan it. But when you’re seen spending too much time with him, how will Eddie deal with it?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, alcohol use. 

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Your head rests heavily against Eddie's denim covered shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek as he looked down at you, credits rolling on the television. "What movie do you wanna put on next, Babe," he asks, running his fingers through your hair, "I think Poltergeist, I can one hundred percent guarantee that it would scare the shit out of you." He laughs, eyes creasing slightly at the sides.

As you sit up your hands wring together, "It's six thirty, Eddie," you murmur.

"So? We have loads of time to watch another, I can order us a pizz-"

"I'm meeting Steve at seven," You wince as you say it; this is the third time you've bailed on him this week. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I promise this is the last time," You stumble as you get up, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together and his face seems to dim.

He diverts his gaze away from you, choosing to focus on his hand as he rolls the tv remove between his palms, "It's fine, just go."

You can tell it's not fine, his jaw clenching and the tears pooling in his eyes tell you enough.

"Baby," You whisper, the soft thud of you foot as you step tentatively towards him making his head whip up to look at you, "I love you, and I promise this is the last time I'll ever ditch you, okay?"

After a beat of silence, you reach out to hold his face, but he slaps your hand away - a gasp of shock coming from both of you.

A guilted look crosses his features briefly before he jumps up, strides to the door, and yanks it open, the sound of his rings clashing with the metal handle making you jolt.

"Go!" He repeats, jerking his arm at the exit, "And you might as well fuck Steve whilst you're there."

You rap your knuckles on the door, your face all different shades of red - the scarf wound around your neck doing nothing to fight the evening chill.

You go to bang your palm against the wood again, your hand falling shy, cutting through thin air as the door is flung open - revealing Steve, who looked unusually smug - even for him.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, flinging his arms up in the form of some strange greeting. “Come in,” he prompts, guiding you in and pulling the door shut behind you, “wait upstairs real quick, I need to grab something.”

With that, he sped off, leaving you to find your own way upstairs; framed family portraits leering down at you from the walls as you pulled of your sneakers, grasping them as you headed towards the staircase.

Unravelling the scarf from your neck, you made your way up the stairs, pushing the already ajar door open with your hip.

You'd finally gotten comfy on his bed, back leaning against the wall, when he stepped into the room, one hand hidden behind his back. "Guess what I managed to find."

"A miracle, I hope,"

"No, two Black Sabbath tickets actually," he replies, revealing to tickets which he proceeds to wave around before pausing, "Hang on- a miracle? Why would you need one of those?"

"Eddie, he- you falter, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "He thinks I'm cheating with you and and I'm not! But it's not like I can just explain it to him is it? Our anniversary is in two days - it would ruin the surprise!"

Steve falls silent, his forehead creasing as he thinks.

"What am I meant to do, Steve!" you plead.

"Okay, okay," he takes a few steps towards the bed, sitting down opposite you with a firm grip on your shoulder. First, you're going to calm down, I mean, I always used to get this with my chicks."

"Eddie's not your chicks, Steve, he's... he's just different. That's why I can't lose him, not over something this stupid."

He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Here's what you should do. Tomorrow morning, go to his and give him the tickets. Yeah, it'll ruin the surprise but at least he won't be able to stay mad at you."

The second Eddie had slammed the door behind you, he span around, hands tightly fisting at his hair. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, stumbling backwards, practically tripping over the back of the tattered sofa; the trailer shaking at the impact.

He landed face first into a cushion and groaned as he breathed in - it reeked of beer.

Rolling off the sofa, he wondered if his uncle had kept that bottle of whiskey from Christmas. He probably had; he could've sworn he'd seen it the other day. He got down, kneeling on the tiled floor, fumbling with all sorts of cartons and boxes before his hand gripped onto the neck of a bottle - a bottle of bourbon.

As he yanked the lid off and sauntered across to his room, he could hear you nagging at the back of his mind, telling him not to drink it. He would've listened - had he not been attempting to drown any thought of yo uout.

He sunk down onto his mattress, taking frequent sips between thoughts.

Honestly, he couldn’t really say he was surprised. You were absolutely gorgeous – totally out of his league – and – as much as he hated to admit it – Steve Harrington was practically made for you, with his frustratingly perfect hair and charm.

He thought he would’ve seen this coming and Christ did he feel stupid now.

You glance down, twisting your wrist so you can see the watch face without sunlight reflecting off of it. 10:30. That seemed like a reasonable time to wake up someone who was incredibly pissed at you. At least that's what Steve had said.

Breathing in, you swiftly knocked on the metal door, hearing an undecipherable grunt.

“Hello? Eddie it’s me, Y/n.” you called, shrinking back as you finished the sentence.

Blinds flickered next to you, making you crane your neck around, catching a glimpse of his disheveled hair.

“Go away. We’re over.”

"Eddie, I'm here to apologise." you tried again.

Several minutes passed, and you realised that he wasn't coming out, so you headed back to your car, slipping an envelope into his mailbox.

For the third time now, the alarm next to his bed – which was swamped with his dirty clothes – blared. He sat up, squinting his eyes and glancing around his bedroom. Had you come to see him?

No, he told himself, that must’ve been a dream.

Once he had chucked on some clothes and generously sprayed deodorant over himself, he clambered out of the trailer, heading over to the collect the mail.

There were two letters for his uncle, an advert for some scout event and, a letter for him? He never got letters, so when he ripped it open to find two tickets to see his favourite band and a note from you, to say he was shocked would be an understatement.

“Eddie, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t expect you to open the door, so I wrote a note. I would’ve explained things sooner, I asked Steve to help plan our anniversary, (which is what the tickets are for) and I couldn’t explain without spoiling it for you. I promise that I would never cheat on you, and that I love you all the way to Mordor and back again.

- Y/n”

Oh fuck.

[dr4kenlvr]

MY BABY'S AN ID♡L !! (3)

pairings: mikey sano, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi, ran haitani x fem!reader

genre: fluff

request: Hellooo ♡ just saw ur post of idol girl crush reader and omg I'm in love 💖 and since u also said that I'm free to rq the other boys,here I am. So same request (heyyyy would be hella cool if u could do some hcs for tokyo revengers boys with a idol s/o who is a rapper on a girlcrush group <3 xoxox), but this time for Mikey, Chifuyu, and Mitsuya 💕💕 add anyone else if u wanna, take care uwu

a/n: v happy you loved them! it's a very fun request to do, so thanks for sending one in again! muahah you know i had to add my baby ran muahahah <3 enjoy! + not proof read ily

part 1 / part 2 /

MIKEY:

is,, sorta nonchalent about it?

"oh? you're in a worldwide famous girl group? woah."

but! that doesn't mean he's not totally impressed at how cool you are, what!!!!

he gets really hyped listening to your group's more upbeat songs- like he'll be jumping around and shit screaming out poorly pronounced lyrics LMAO

when your verses come on though, he doesn't even try to rap along because he knows he's gonna butcher it all

he's already had you and draken laugh at him, he doesn't need more

(imagine him and his pout <3)

"you're too fast! sounds like peh-yan!"

THE LOOK YOU GIVE HIM AFTER HELPPP

he loves watching you perform, he feels entranced every time

you just look so gorgeous up there, hair all done, skin all glowing and your outfit- ugh, he just thinks you're so wonderful

and he's really happy that you're happy- he couldn't ask for more

he buys all your albums btw, and squeals if he pulls your photocard

"KEN LOOK! IT'S Y/N!"

"yes mikey, you've already shown me."

when you're feeling tired or bummed out he'll offer you his entire bed to rest so that you'll be comfortable

he's giving up his bed for you- that's true love right there

but sometimes he'll cave in and cuddle with you on the small mattress because damn has he missed you

CHIFUYU:

you already KNOW this mf listens to kpop religiously !!!!

and he is head over heels for you

he was worried when you first started going out, because of the strict rules on dating in the kpop industry (which is so ass btw)

you told him you had spoken to your company, and that you were willing to go through the troubles if it meant you'd be with him

yeah, chifuyu was sold

he loves you so much, let me just say that

and he is so encouraging and enthusiatic about your career, it's really sweet

he's always there to give you feedback, praise, a person to laugh with, a shoulder to cry on, he is there for you

streams all your music, on youtube, on spotify, anything to improve your efforts of winning an award

and honestly? he loves your group's music- it's so diverse and there's a perfect song for every mood

he gets so hyped when he hears your raps

he's shaking his head aggresively left to right while holding up a rock sign and it's the most hilarious thing you've ever seen

"OH YEAH!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!"

he's on cloud 9 when he listens to your music basically

MITSUYA:

is almost always on you with compliments, and he's so so attentive even you can't keep up with it

"y/n! you did amazing tonight, you must be tired though,"

"luna loved your outfit last night, she keeps telling me i should try to recreate it."

"baby have you taken a break yet? that interviewer was so insistent with the questions."

you're so taken aback by how much he pays attention, and it warms your heart so much

you know how much of an already-busy man he is, with school, his hobbies, his sisters, and the gang, you didn't want to add to his load of things to take care of

"what do you mean? isn't this just me being supportive of you?"

you cried, because he's so sweet

every time you see each other again, he can't help but give you a sweet kiss on the lips- you're both so hard working and he's so proud of you

mitsuya loves your group's songs- esp. the more slow calm tracks, they're all added to his downtime playlist

every now and then he'll feel a more upbeat song, and loves to hear your rap flow through his headphones

he'll unconsciously tap his foot or beat his head to your rhythm, completely captivated in your voice

RAN:

ohohho this cheeky fucker

he found himself 10x more attracted to you after finding out you were an idol

is so fucking smug to be your boyfriend because he knows just how many people on the internet are practically in love with you too

posts lowkey couple photos of the two of you with the caption "all mine" and giggles at the fact that your face can't be seen unlike his

(this is self indulgent but- photos where his hand is on your waist or stomach- <333 or like you're laying on his chest and he's stroking your back while you fall asleep on him)

(HOLLERING BECAUSE IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM NANA X RAN CANON OK BYE)

ran might be prideful but he's careful too!! doesn't want to get you into any trouble, why would he?

likes to listen to your music while on late night rides through roppongi- even better if you're with him ;)

got into a fight once with your songs in the background LMAOO- he's literally beating people up with his baton while you're rapping in his airpod

deadass stops to sway and jam before getting back to it!

it's concerning really, how many times he texts you: "babe i killed someone to your verse"

"HUH."

anyways, i love him, i love this concept, i want to be sexy couple with ran haitani the end <3

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou @kazuhoya (send an ask or dm to be added!)

[hnychn]

question for the bbe male manager series hi im new so i dont know if your still doing this but what do you think manager would be when he grows up also what is his relationship with kenma like when they grow up

hellooo!! <33

okay so i love those questions. firstly i think manager would maybe be a graphic designer or a professional boxer which are two very different things so let me explain lols

i say graphic designer because manager already loves to draw and paint and all that good stuff. so i can imagine him either saving up for a tablet of his own or being gifted one right at the beginning of university from kenma :))

he’ll buy a few programs he knows nothing about and it takes him a good few months to get used to it, but when he does oh boy does it open his eyes.

i’d like to say manager dabbles in a little bit of every art style just to try it out and see what he likes and doesn’t like, so when he finally finds his art style, there are so many doors opening for his future career.

i see his drawing style being a combination of how gege akutami draws the jjk characters and how hajime isayama draws the aot characters. he can create a lot of harshness and strength when drawing but also he is able to somehow imbed whatever emotion he wants into the piece. i don’t know if that makes any sense ㅠㅠ

and after he finds his style, he draws and draws and draws for—what seems like—ever. eventually, all of the hard work and dedication he put towards his art comes back to him in the form of so many job offers. he’s getting offers left and right, up and down, back and forth, from all damn directions and he’s very picky with who he works with. but with the few people he does choose to sign a contract with have nothing but amazing things to say about manager, which boosts his rep in the graphic design community and he kind of has a rap of being very “cold but committed to his work”

and yes, he helped iwaizumi make a business card and website for his job :p

anyways, around this time when he’s getting so many offers and he’s making bank, is also the time when kenma is starting his own business. so it’s only the most obvious choice that manager chooses to drop all of his offers and other opportunities to work with kenma and help him with his business :’). he works on the logo, the website, and other graphic designer things

okay so now!!!

if he was a professional boxer!!!

okay i know this one seems to out of the blue ㅠㅠ but i swear i have a reason, it may be a self-indulgent reason, but it’s a reason nonetheless. so manager was a trouble kid in high school. i haven’t written much about it yet but i have shown a little sign of it in some places, mainly in the chapter where he fights a guy because of what he said to kiyoko and yachi.

manager has a very soft and sweet side that only kenma and his close friends get to see. but the whole world has labeled him a cold, calculating, and dangerous man who would probably grow up to be a violent person. all of his life, manager has heard so many of the people around him call him scary, dangerous, a monster, and so many other names. and the thing about this is, is that you can believe and know that you aren’t the person people say you are and it’s easy to ignore the whispers as you walk past and not pay attention to lingering stares when you walk into a room; but it’s also easier to become what people say you are.

and for a while that’s what manager did. he yelled more, he was quicker to anger, and he got into fights more. the team could see how these people were getting under his skin in so many bad ways and tried to help him through this time in his life, they tried talking to him, being there for him, and just generally letting him know that he could always talk to them if he needed. but his violence and anger got to the point where takeda had to pull him aside and tell him if he didn’t get his anger under wraps he’d have to kick him off the team.

manager, at first, was angry they’d even consider it, but then he finally looked around and saw how his friends were slower to approach him, how they hesitated when they had to talk to him alone or tell him bad news. he could see the unease in their eyes and how they watched him closer when he was alone with the girls; that’s when it finally hit him. while he was so stuck in his anger and self-pity party, he was hurting his friends without even knowing it. so that’s when he finally reached out for help.

he went to ukai about it first and asked him what he could do about his anger issues. at first ukai said art, but it was too expensive of an upkeep for manager to persue it. then ukai mentioned his buddy who’s a trainer, which peaked manager’s interest. ukai gave him the address to his buddy’s gym and gave him a call and turned in a favor he was owed.

the first time manager went to the gym and met ukai’s buddy, he hated him. he was too cheery and upbeat for manager. but after a few lessons of ukai’s buddy flipping manager on his ass and manager leaving with a few bruises and even a busted lip once, manager had a found respect in him. let’s call ukai’s buddy ryu. ryu became a mentor for manager of sorts, he helped him get into shape while also giving him an outlet to unleash his anger at the world.

even after high school, manager decided to continue his boxing/fighting career with ryu as his sponsor. though, for a couple of years, manager never had a break through into the public eye and it took a lot of persistence and dedication for manager to be where he is now. but the one thing that propelled him into fame and finally gave him a break through was the day before a fight.

somehow ryu was able to get manager a fight with a pretty well known boxer. he was known for his cocky attitude and his fighting words that he made do with. anyways, they were at the (i forgot what it’s called but it’s when the two boxers meet face to face with the public & media there to build excitement and tension for the fight ㅠㅠ) and it started off generally okay. manager’s opponent was just talking shit and manager wasn’t really paying attention to most of it, until he caught wind of kenma’s name.

now that’s when you know it all went to shit. up until this point, manager had been doing well with his anger issues. he apologized to his friends for ever giving them a reason to be scared/hesitant around him (to which they were shocked he even noticed and accepted his apology) and he apologized to kenma for being in a relationship with someone with so many issues as him. kenma told him there was nothing to apologize for and that he was just glad that manager was getting help for it. also up until this point, kenma had never seen just how angry and violent manager could be because he (manager) made it a point to never let kenma see him that way. ever.

so when this opponent starts taking shit about kenma and calling him some rather nasty names, manager can’t help but go fucking ballistic. and guess who’s in the crowd? that’s right, kenma.

manager doesn’t even think twice when he lunges at this guy and gives him a solid punch before the guards and ryu are pulling him back from doing anything worse. the guy is still going, even with a bruise forming on his cheek, and manager is about to lunge again when he catches kenma’s eye from the crowd. kenma isn’t scared, but he still has that look of surprise that kind of is like, “is this who you’ve been hiding from me?” kind of look.

manager barely manages to compose himself before he tells the guy he’s going to knock himself flat out in one punch tomorrow and walks off the damn stage before he could say anything back. after that, he goes straight to kenma, who’s sitting my in a chair waiting for him to come back, and manager just collapses to his knees at kenma’s feet and tells him he’s sorry he had to see him like that and he never wanted kenma to see him so angry or violent before. and he keep apologizing and starts crying a little into kenma’s lap and all kenma does is card his fingers through his hair.

the next day comes and they’re both in the ring, manager has been eerily silent all day and his opponent is talking all this shit and manager is kind of just standing there and taking it. but once that ref blows the whistle? game over.

the opponent lunges first but he doesn’t get any hits in before manager lands a solid punch right in his face. and even though it was loud, the crowd can still hear a sickening crack but surprisingly the opponent doesn’t go down and manager goes in for another punch before the opponent finally gives up and passes out.

that’s all i’m gonna with for that one but managers relationship with kenma’s has always been set in stone from the moment they meet back in high school; they have that kind of fairytale love that so many people wish they could even have a second of. :’)

eventually they do get married but that’s all i’m gonna say about that one :) thank you for adding these questions it really got me back into the manager series!! <3 if there are any more questions about generally anything, i’ll happily answer them <333

ps! sorry i got a little ranty in this ㅠㅠ

[petekaos]

Hi Rahul! So I finally listened to Enjoy Enjaami and I can't believe I listened to it so late!! I'm obsessed with that song. What's your favourite parts about it??? Also as a tamil speaking person can you talk about the wordplays and stuff that a non speaker would not be able to catch?? also in LOVE with Dhee and Arivu. also omg the kuthu version. -vinnaithandi varuvaya and soorarai pottru anon

hellooo friend!!! ENJOY ENJAAMI SONG OF THE YEAR!! it’s been on repeat in my household ever since it came out and we all adore it to pieces to the point where i’m pretty sure my family could cover it lmao! idk if you know/watch cooku with comali but arivu (and dhee) went on there and did it live with absolutely no hesitation or mistakes and it sounded FLAWLESS! also arivu did a cooku with comali version of his rap which was so quintessentially arivu. the fact that it reached like... what is it at now, more than 140 million views? DESERVED! i’m sooo glad that songs like these and especially arivu and therefore also the casteless collective are gaining recognition.

oh my favourite parts? where to even START... i love absolutely everything about it. the wordplay dripping from the lyrics, the symbolism in the music video, the oppari... all of it honestly. i’ve loved arivu since his therukural album and i’ve been following the casteless collective since their birth so to see them gain so much recognition? it’s so wonderful! 

anyway onto the symbolism and wordplay! i think my favourite wordplay in this song has got to be the title itself. enjoy enjaami - the first thing you think when seeing this title is that some elder is dedicating this song to their grandchildren, their descendants. enjoy from english as in ‘to celebrate’ in this case, and enjaami as a term of endearment meaning ‘my lord.’ but again, as arivu talks about in this interview, ‘enjoy’ is also a pronunciation of the tamil ‘yen thai’ or my mother, and enjaami is once again what the slaves used to call their feudal lords when asking for more pay here, holiday there. so the layered meaning of the title itself already sets up the song for what it is - landless dalit people or people of lower caste taking back the land that they were denied by the oppressors but was theirs and celebrating it and their families.

goddd, and the opparipattu that arivu does! oppari is a lament that is sung by women in tamilnadu and in parts of sri lanka that takes place at funerals and expresses one’s grief, normally sung by women. the lyrics of that specific oppari are absolutely my favourite.  நான் அஞ்சு மரம் வளர்த்தேன் / அழகான தோட்டம் வெச்சேன் / தோட்டம் சேழிச்சாலும் / என் தொண்டை நனையலேயே (i planted five trees / nurtured a beautiful garden / the garden is flourishing / but my throat remains dry) is such an interesting thirst metaphor for the lands that they worked on but that they were still denied, which is a theme that runs through the whole song and is directly connected to arivu’s family history as tamil people who were taken as bonded labourers to work in sri lanka and who returned to india around sixty years ago after the sirima-shrasti pact only to find their land taken from them. and how this is all of our land, including animals like dogs, cats, and foxes, given to us by the indigenous people (நல்லபடி வாழச்சொல்லி / இந்த மண்ணை கொடுத்தானே பூர்வகுடி or ‘telling us to lead a good life / the indigenous people gave us this soil/this land).

also, the hands! i am obsessed with the hand that grips the soil throughout the mv. how it reclaims what is rightfully theirs, what they and their ancestors have been denied. and the dancers! their alapadma (blooming lotus hands)! taking back classical dances sometimes rooted in sanskritisation! let’s not even forget the parai drum that has been associated with the dalit community for centuries and used in gaana (tamil folk music) being used in both the mv and also the song... it’s all brilliant, i could go on about the mv for AGES.

i love this song and i think my only qualm about it would be the fact that i believe dhee is an iyer (since her mother is meenakshi iyer)? which... it would have been better for a dalit singer to be a part of this because the song is about the dalit struggle... oh well i guess. anyway if you’ve read this far go and listen to the song because it is GOOD and i’m very surprised it gained this much attention! i do wish that internationally it would be less stripped of its very political message though. like it is not just about environmentalism packaged neatly for the general public, but rather about the actual relationship that indigenous people and landless and bonded labourers have with their environment and the land that was taken from them.

[trenchcoatimpala]

Breath of Life

Hellooo Tumblr world. I’m here to offer you another short one-shot that I wrote on my ao3. This one is smut free actually, so that’s new, for me at least. But I hope you enjoy it just the same, if you choose to read. I’ve included it below but you can read it on ao3 too. 

Breath of Life- Dean Winchester is a lifeguard at a pool and has to put his skills to the test when a dark-haired boy is pushed underwater and doesn't resurface.

wc: 1.4k

The sun glinted sharply off the shimmering pool below him and he could still feel it’s heat, even under the white umbrella that was shading him from the harsh golden rays. His eyes scanned the pool, watching children swimming in the shallows while also keeping an eye on the older kids in the deep end. He spotted a circle of teenagers around his own age taking turns diving for rings and splashing each other. 

Dean watched as a dark haired boy swam by them, clearly just making laps around the pool, but when one of the boys in the circle reached out towards him, laughter spilling from his mouth, Dean’s interest peaked slightly. 

The dark haired boy was pulled awkwardly into the center of the circle and one of the boys pointed towards the ring at the bottom and then shoved the boy under the water. Dean scooted to the edge of his seat, it wasn’t uncommon for people to get rough with each other in the water, most of it was just playful teasing, but sometimes it escalated. 

Sure enough, once the dark haired boy began to kick up towards the surface, the other boys started to kick at him, keeping him from breaking through the top of the water. Bubbles formed from the boy’s mouth and the ring in his hand sank to the bottom of the pool again as he tried to push the boy’s legs out of the way. 

That was enough for Dean. He blew his whistle sharply and stood up. “Hey! Knock it off, let him up!”

One of the boy’s, a blond with a mischievous grin on his face, glanced over at him and then kicked the dark haired boy square in the head. The boy stopped struggling instantly and Dean’s heart skipped a beat in his chest as a large batch of bubbles broke the surface. Dean didn’t waste another second, he tossed his sunglasses aside, pushed off from the foot of his chair, and dove into the water, breaking up the circle of boys. 

His arms hooked under the dark haired boy’s armpits and he kicked them both back to the surface, holding the limp body in his arms. One of the other lifeguards on duty, Benny, was waiting for him by the side of the pool and Dean swam over, hoisting the dark haired boy up high enough so Benny could grab him before Dean pulled himself out of the water. 

“I’ve called an ambulance,” Benny said as Dean began to check the boy for life signs. 

“Good,” Dean nodded as he started to shake the boy. “Hey, buddy?” he asked tentatively. 

No response. 

Dean’s fingers searched for a pulse and when he couldn’t find one he clasped his fingers together, one hand on top of the other, and lined the heels of his hands up with the boy’s heart. 

“Starting compressions,” Dean said as Benny nodded and looked at his watch for the time, so they could give the information to the paramedics when they arrived. 

After thirty pumps, Dean turned to the boy’s mouth, pinching his nose and dropping his jaw so his airway could open. Dean tried not to think about how attractive the boy was close up, with a sharp jawline and plump lips that Dean was about to cover with his own. 

He pressed his mouth against the boy’s and breathed two careful breaths into his lungs, watching his chest rise and fall out of the corner of his eye, before moving back to compressions. 

Thirty pumps. 

Two breaths.

Thirty pumps. 

Two breaths. 

Thirty pumps.

He could hear sirens in the distance, and just as he was about to breath the second breath in the set, the boy convulsed under him and Dean moved back, helping the boy onto his side so the water could drain from his mouth. When the boy turned back to him, Dean was mesmerized at how blue his eyes were. 

“Hey man, you okay?” Dean asked, he was still aware of his hand on the boy’s shoulder. 

He nodded as he drew shaky gasps of air in through his mouth. “I-I think,” he rasped out. His voice was deep and it sent a shiver down Dean’s spine, even in the summer heat.

Moments later, paramedics were swarming around them and Dean was forced to step away and explain what happened, pointing out who had kicked the boy in the head. He was still within earshot of the paramedics and he heard them ask for his name. 

“Castiel, Castiel Novak.” 

One of the paramedics, a woman with dark curly hair, helped Castiel to his feet and they walked him over to the ambulance so they could check him over fully. Dean knew they’d probably take him to the hospital, that kick to the head had probably given him a concussion. 

Sure enough, Castiel was guided into the ambulance and then it took off towards the hospital. 

“Damn, it’s been a while since we’ve had a near drowning around here,” Benny said. 

Dean nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Boss wants to close the pool for the day.” 

“Right,” Dean replied. 

“You seem a bit shaken up, do you want me to do the rounds?” 

Dean nodded again. “Uh, yeah, could you?” 

“Sure thing chief.” 

For the rest of the day, Castiel was all Dean could think about. He paced around his room for a solid hour before it got to be too much and he climbed into his car and set off towards the hospital. 

A nurse, a woman by the name of Tessa, greeted him from the counter. “Hi, what can I help you with?” 

“Um, is there a Castiel Novak here?” he asked. 

Tessa nodded. “Yes, he’s in room 205.” 

“Great, thanks.” 

“You’re the first person to come and see him,” Tessa said as Dean was about to leave. 

“What?” 

Tessa shrugged. “No one else has come looking for him.” 

“Not even his parents?” 

Tessa shook her head. “No.” 

That’s just not right. Dean thought. The guy almost died. 

“205 you said?” 

“205,” Tessa confirmed.

“Awesome.” 

Dean had to force himself not to take the stairs two at a time and he set his pace at a casual walk. Castiel’s door was open when he reached it so he rapped his knuckles twice against the door. 

“Uh, Castiel?” he asked. 

Castiel looked over at him from his bed and his head tilted to the side as he took in Dean. “Yes.”

“Hi, I’m… uh… I’m Dean. The guy who… well I saved you, I guess.” 

Castiel smiled warmly at Dean as he sat down in the chair by his bed. “Yes, I remember you. Thank you… for saving me.” 

“You’re welcome,” Dean replied as he shifted in the chair. “A nurse told me no one’s been to see you. Do you not have family?”

Castiel’s blue eyes fixated on the blanket in his hands. “I do, but they don’t care much for me.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry,” Dean apologized. 

Castiel smiled at him again, and Dean’s heart fluttered in his chest. “That’s okay.” 

“You know…” Dean cleared his throat, unsure if he should continue with his train of thought. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you… I got home and I just kept wondering if you were okay. So I decided to come down here and see for myself.” 

Castiel blinked up at Dean, blue eyes framed by thick eyelashes. “That was kind of you.” 

Dean blushed slightly and fidgeted with the corner of his shirt. “When will they let you out of here?” 

“Tomorrow, they want to keep me overnight for observation,” Castiel replied. 

“Well, maybe we could… I dunno, hang out.” 

Castiel nodded, his smile returning. “I’d like that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes.” 

“Cool.” 

There was a beat of silence between them and then Castiel shifted in his bed, the blue of his eyes holding Dean captive. “Your lips are very soft,” he said in a half whisper. 

Dean’s blush deepened but he smirked. “You think so?”

“Mhm,” Castiel hummed. 

“Well so are yours.” They’d somehow gravitated towards each other and were now mere inches apart. “Can I give you a real kiss?”

Castiel nodded, his grin touching his eyes, just before Dean pressed their lips together. The kiss was glorious, the taste of chlorine no longer a contributing factor in the feel of Castiel’s lips under him. He could already feel himself falling for Castiel, and he hoped that this thing between them, whatever it was, would last.

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[purple-ktj]

Hellooo I just recently found your blog and I’ve been really enjoying it, you’re so good at articulating all the little nuances in their relationship that are sometimes hard to catch and even harder to put into words. It’s honestly really validating cause sometimes I worry I might just be crazy 😅 but I washed to ask about the 4 O’clock theory. You’ve mentioned it here a couple times and I tried to follow the link to the twitter thread you posted once but it’s no longer available and I can’t find anything else on. I was wondering if you could give a brief explanation or provide any directions on where to look for some info lol but I love your blog, keep up the good work, and thanks in advance!! 😁

Hello! Welcome! Thanks for informing me, I had no idea the thread is gone, I have no backup and can’t remember the details but I’ll list out what I can recall. 

As everyone knows, Tae was inspired to write 4 o’clock while he was waiting for Jimin at a park at dawn/early morning. 

All translations are from https://doyoubangtan.wordpress.com/2018/04/26/4-oclock-lyrics/. 

Disclaimer: This is merely an interpretation or my perception of 4 o’clock. I don’t claim to know the truth. Read at your own discretion. 

1 - First and foremost, the title: 4 o’clock. 

4 o’clock hands point to 4 and 12, which can be directly translated to 4 December which is Jin’s birthday. 

2 - Title was mentioned by Jin himself. 

Jin offhandedly mentioned 4 o’clock as a joke during Mama 2016 backstage. I somehow only have a screenshot of this moment left and I can’t for the life of me remember where I watched the video. If someone else knows please help. Also this was right before he left to film Law of the Jungle. 

4 o’clock was released in Jun 2017. 

And then Jin mentioned this again in Namjoon’s birthday vlive in 2018. 

vlive.tv/video/88572?channelCode=FE619

Jin: Taehyung, stay with him and sing 4 o’clock. 

Tae: Then I’ll sing and come over. (Unsubbed)

3 -  Let’s say Jimin is his moon, based on this:

One day, I wrote

to the moon a long, long letter

Though not as bright as you,

I lit a candle

This could be interpreted as him telling his moon, Jimin, about all his worries and struggles. 

4 - At a park in the twilight,

a nameless bird sings

“..a nameless bird that sings” - could refer to the Japanese crane, which is what Tae thinks of Jin. 

An interesting trivia about Tae’s festa resume, whether it’s really linked to 4 o’clock or not, his answer for Jin is very unique. He selects common animals for the other members, yet Jin’s is a specific rare graceful East Asian crane found in mostly Hokkaido that represents longevity and peace. The Japanese crane is also known to mate for life. It might or might not carry that deep of a meaning in this case, but it’s still very interesting. 

5 - This verse could be a reference to their unique situation:

Why are you crying

You and I are the only ones here

Me and you

Oh you

6 - The following verse can be interpreted in two ways:

Following the deep night,

your song –

one note, two notes –

brings in the red morning

When the early morning passes

and the moon falls asleep,

the blue light that was with us

Disappears

A - When the night passes and dawn comes, they will have to put their relationship on the back burner and wear their masks; public personas. 

B - Following the deep night, your song - It is a well known fact that Jin often practices by himself late into the night, alone. 

“He practices all alone in his hotel room till dawn” found here: We Love BTS interview https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK6x0acq-qo

A side note, blue is related to Jin, partly because he wears blue a lot, blue was his colour during EIIDIY performance (Tae’s was red, and they combined to become purple at the end), and they have a running inside joke about ‘blue’ which surfaced on Run episode 89 & 90. They have been matching blue and brown since forever. Who really knows how long ago the inside joke started and what it really means? 

7 - Namjoon’s rap also makes references to LGBTQ+, which I believe is not limited to just his support but also refers to Tae himself. 

Rap verse, RM

Today, too, I live just enough to be adequate,

my soles worn down just enough

The sun is overbearing,

and the world strips me bare

I can’t do anything else, can’t find any alternative to

collecting the scattered parts of myself

under the moonlight

I call you moonchild:

we’re children of the moon

breathing the cold air of the morning

Yes we’re livin’ and dyin’

at the same time,

but we can open our eyes in this moment –

for like in that movie, like in that script,

within the moonlight, the entire world is blue.

The sun is overbearing, and the world strips me bare - may allude to their lives being under public scrutiny 24/7, without rest and without mercy. References to Moonchild from Mono, and the LGBTQ+ movie Moonlight. 

Livin and dying at the same time - interpreted as soulless people living in their empty shells. 

I think the whole of this verse is self explanatory, there is much pain/pressure expressed by Namjoon. 

In summary, I perceive 4 o’clock as a song that tells the story of Tae confiding in Jimin about his difficulties and struggles, his relationship with Jin. They’re idols and public figures trying to convey their messages and stories through their music, it’s a constant switch between their stage and private personas. As much as he tries to show his natural uninhibited self, it’s impossible to bare everything out to the world, and he can’t be open about his relationship only to be criticized by society. Of course, Jin isn’t explicitly mentioned anywhere in the song, because that’s technically impossible for a person in his position, although traces of him are scattered throughout the entire song. 

Also, Namjoon might have been the one to sing this with Tae because they were room mates previously, and could have been his other confidant who saw his struggles up close. Namjoon has mentioned before that “I want to be the tree for Tae to lean on, so he can rest a little.” 

Note: 4 o’clock is the one and only exception that I will post about. I will not be writing anything about Taehyung’s upcoming mixtape or any of his other solo songs. The snippets sound amazing so I think it’s best to enjoy it without thinking too much. My DMs are open should you have any thoughts you’d like to share or discuss in person. 

Last of all I will emphasise that this is all mere speculations.Take it with a grain of salt. 

Thank you for reading!

[bloom-bloom-pow]

what's the last thing you ate? hair style you usually do? hair length (?) likes, dislikes, fav drink, first bias in ulti groups, in a relationship? do you paint your nails? are you girly or tomboy or emo? favorite show? thoughts on kingdom? what color is your favorite pair of socks? pets? idk what to spam? cats or dogs? how much sleep do you usually get? do you have a crush? have any advice for a high school girl? should i confess to my crush? sorry i put it in one ask i dont have many asks left

omg hellooo

i ate some vanilla yogurt for dinner! i didn’t eat much today because i was swarmed with editing a magazine... 🕳👩🏻‍🦯 my hair’s always down because it’s a shoulder length slightly curly mess 💀 i like: sleeping in, parties that have chicken wings, boba runs, white chocolate, rap music, quality time, fast wifi, comedy tv shows, poetry, white roses, balloons, spicy snacks, coffee ice cream, cheese bagels, kids cartoons, charged airpods, crispy cookies, board games, breaking rules, and embarrassing stories. i don’t like: guacamole, looking for deeper meanings, summer, the beach, geometry, being blind, mint chocolate chip ice cream, inefficient people, scented pens, flat pillows, peanut butter, candles, smell of leather, environmental science, being controlled, salad dressings, deadlines, caramel syrup, being ghosted, seafood 🧎🏻‍♀️🏌🏻💥 wow that was a lot phew.. fav drink is a green tea latte, first bias in ulti groups: yeosang (ateez), junkyu (treasure), haknyeon (the boyz), ni-ki (enhypen), seungkwan (seventeen), taeyoung (cravity) nope! i’m not in a relationship anymore. we slowly stopped dating due to covid and now we’re just friends. i usually don’t paint them but my left hand is a pink metallic and my right is a peach glitter rn. i’m kind of tomboy-ish (??) i mostly wear athletic jeggings and a sweatshirt hehe, my favorite show is community! my thoughts on kingdom summarized in one sentence: it’s a popularity contest. i only wear short black socks! i have no pets atm 😾😾 i want two lil kitties tho bc i like them more than dogs 🥺✋🏼i get around 2-5hrs of sleep a night but then over the weekend i drop dead and sleep for 10-15hrs 🕺🏻 i don’t have a crush atm! but i met up with a big group of friends last friday (social distancing ofc!) and there was a guy i hadn’t met who looked like my ideal type... (at least with the mask on LMAO) the only advice is to focus on the present and the future than your past! 🤍 yes, totally confess! if not now, then when? my motto is yolo 💅🏼💅🏼

thank you for all your questions, it was really fun to answer hehe

xx,

bunbun

[yikeswtfmate]

Hellooo! Can I have a #14, #54 and #60 with Ray from the gentlemen please? I love me some angst and protective Ray. You write him so well! Thanks!

hiiiiiiiiii oh wow THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

this turned out longer than intended but had to get it all in somehow, hope you like it!

14. Am I scaring you?

54. Yeah well dying generally puts a damper on things.

60. Is it greedy of me to say I never want you to leave my arms?

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Raymond hears the men before he sees them. He knew he should’ve parked somewhere less secluded and dark, but he’s been lured by Y/N’s naughty promise of what’s to come after they’re done with dinner. So, it’s no wonder then that right when he’s about to open the door for his girlfriend, they’re surrounded by three men that look vaguely familiar.

“Y/N, get in the car.” He warns, body immediately shielding her from view.

“Oh, don’t be like that, mate.” One of the lads leers. “We wouldn’t mind some fun with your bird.”

The sound of offended protest that comes from behind him is a complication that he does not need to deal with right now. His girlfriend is too stubborn and feisty for her own good, for fuck’s sake, and now is not the time to have a conversation about that.

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N. Now.”

“Come on, mate! Can’t you see she wants to stay as well?” Laughter erupts, but they’re closing in, and the knives are coming out.

“Y/N.” Ray repeats, his voice leaving no room for arguing.

He makes sure to keep his eyes straight on the cunts that decided to ruin their night, as Y/N finally listens to him and gets in. Rapping his knuckles on the door behind him in reassurance, he easily takes out the gun from under his trench coat with his other hand. The idiots only have one gun beside the tiny shivs, and he’d sigh at their stupidity if his bloody girlfriend wouldn’t be involved in this.

Ray climbs in the car after a few minutes, his nerves stretched to the limits, machine gun burning in his hand. He tosses it in the back seat, and leans on the headrest with a heavy sigh. Closing his eyes, he can’t see Y/N inching forward, before she wiggles her fingers into his clenched fist. She kisses his left temple, which helps him deflate, but he’s still taut like a bow.

“Do not ever do that again.” He growls. “When I tell you to take cover, you fucking take cover, do you understand me?”

“I knew you’d take care of it.” She shrugs.

Ray turns in his seat, annoyance radiating off of him – his jaw is clenched, and there’s a small twitch in his fingers that wouldn’t be noticeable at first glance. Y/N’s watching him with a small smile, as if indulging him. He feels his blood surging to his head and he has to concentrate to keep from punching a whole straight through the window.

“Are you fucking insane? Do you even understand what the fuck I just had to do?”

A violent colour tinges Ray’s neck, his hands clenched on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. He’s doing his best to look at her when she shifts in her seat, but finds it easier to just look out in the distance.

“Y/N, I’ve literally just killed three men and you’re just gonna act as if it’s the most normal thing in the bloody fucking world?”

A shiver passes through her, as his words are hopefully finally getting through.

“Am I scaring you?” There’s a coldness now creeping up in his voice, a reflex that he had to develop early in his career. “Good. That means you’re starting to get it.”

A few minutes pass where the silence is only filled by their breaths – but as Ray’s slows down, Y/N’s starting to pick up, until it becomes erratic. A sob cuts the tension like a knife, and it breaks Ray’s heart to know he’s the one to have inflicted it in the first place. He grabs her hand, interlacing their fingers together. She refuses to look up at him, but he’ll have none of that. He easily manoeuvres her body into his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her, and waits for her to calm down.

“I know you trust me to protect you, baby, but I won’t always be there to do it.” He whispers, as he continues to stroke her hair. “You are my tiny little warrior, but you’re way too stubborn for your own good, love.”

Half an hour later, softly talking through the worst of it and after her shivers stop, Y/N kisses his jaw. Ray smiles at her usual sign of reconciliation, but hopes she hadn’t just gotten over it, without having actually processed everything.

“Do you wanna go home?” He asks.

“I thought we were supposed to go to Mickey’s party tonight.”

“Yeah, well, dying generally puts a damper on things.”

His eye roll is met with a giggle. His shoulders slump back, the hand on her thigh lessens, while her fingers on his chest pick at a button of his shirt. Y/N watches Ray as he rubs at his eyes and kisses his jaw again. He knows it’s time to take a move on and get home; they’re both too tired to function by this point and only the image of their bed nearly makes him weep. However, the second she starts shifting away, Raymond grabs her wrists and kisses her fingers one by one.

“Is it greedy of me to say I never want you to leave my arms?”

“Well, I promise I won’t, baby, but I’m starting to get a cramp in my arsecheek so I really need to move now.”

With a little more difficulty than when he did it, Y/N gets back into her seat. He’s still not starting the car and when their eyes meet again, she simply leans over and captures his lips – soft, sweet, the most delicious feeling in the world, and now they really need to get home.

“I love you.” She says.

“I love you too, babe, but you’re going to be the bloody death of me.”

[mariannamadriz]

Hellooo Tumblr! Is anyone still around here?

I know everyone is pretty much on Instagram or Twitter (including myself), but I can’t really seem to delete my tumblr… too many years of personal process are neatly archived in this space. Maybe one day I’ll dig up some oldies and re-share them with you...

But anyway, for the sake of keeping this space ‘alive’, I’ll update you with a new mini personal piece. I’ve recently compiled a playlist of Venezuelan music and/or music by Venezuelans, and did this illustration as a cover for it. It’s a small way of paying homage to national talent, and to practice my painting.

You can listen to it all here. 

I enjoy these songs for many reasons. I’ll share five of them (representative each of a genre):

Soledad Bravo - Polo Margariteño  Folklore Soledad Bravo is a big traditional staple in Venezuelan folkloric music. Her voice roars and cracks with emotion, and the only things that go alongside it is a guitar and a cuatro (a Venezuelan 4-string guitar). When I listen to this I see the beach, the house I grew up in, every gathering with my family, every road trip.

La Chica - Oasis Experimental / Electronic French/Venezuelan La Chica masterfully creates a unique mood in this piece, combining electronic beats with piano and her ethereal voice. It heavily features nature: a bird, the sky, the sea. Like the first youtube comment says, “the only problem with this song is that it ends too fast.” 

Canserbero - Jeremias 17:15 Rap Normally I’m not really into rap except for some exceptions, and this is one of them. “I feel like a lunatic trying to trust in someone even now, in the planet of hypocrisy”. The whole song is a direct critique on the hateful regime that’s been controlling Venezuela for the past 20 years. it’s crude, hateful and violent, just like our political situation.

maye - Moody Pop A recent find, maye is set out to become a big pop force. She’s only released three singles so far, all infused with old-school 60s magic. This one though is so bouncy and catchy - a happy and sexy one, with a playful piano and a silky voice that grab you from beginning to end. 

Viniloversus - Juega bien tus cartas Rock There’s another and more recent song from Viniloversus in the playlist, but I also had to include this one because of nostalgic reasons (I listened to it loads as an angsty teenager), and because I still feel a bit of that electricity during the guitar solo. I used to think it was a song about a failed relationship, but now I think it might actually be a song about a failed country...