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harrysfolklore · 6 months ago

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carlos sainz being hopelessly in love: a compilation

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summary: carlos sainz can't help but talk about his girlfriend all the time, fans make compilation videos about it

folkie radio: compilation blurbs are back! honestly i have so much fun doing these and i was dying to do it for carlitossss, hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Carlos Sainz might be known as Formula 1's Smooth Operator, but there's one thing that makes him completely lose his cool: his girlfriend.

While most drivers keep their private lives under wraps, Carlos can't seem to help himself from turning into a lovesick puppy whenever she is mentioned. His teammates often tease him about how his usual composed demeanor melts away at the mere sight of her.

Fan compilations began flooding social media, showing every endearing moment of Carlos being completely smitten. The most popular one, titled "Carlos Sainz Being Hopelessly In Love: A Compilation," gained millions of views across platforms.

The video opens with Carlos walking to the Ferrari garage during media day. "Favorite meal after a race?" the social media guy asks for the team's instagram stories.

"Well, my girlfriend makes this amazing risotto," Carlos grins, adjusting his Ferrari cap, "I used to prefer paella but now… don't tell my mother, but her risotto is unbeatable."

In another clip, Carlos is doing a Ferrari team challenge, asked about his most used emoji.

"The chili emoji," Carlos laughs, "Because that's what I call my girlfriend. My little chili. She's small but spicy."

During a post-race interview after a podium finish: "This one's special because my girlfriend is here today. She couldn't come to many races this season so having her here for a podium means everything."

Another clip shows Carlos arriving at the paddock, his girlfriend walking slightly behind him. A fan calls out asking for a photo, and Carlos immediately reaches back to take her hand, pulling her into the frame with him.

"No no," he says when she tries to step away, "You're part of the photo cariño."

The fans melted, getting the entire interaction on camera.

There's a moment captured by F1TV during a rain delay. Carlos is in the garage, and the camera catches him FaceTiming with his girlfriend who couldn't make it to that race.

"See? It's properly wet," he shows her the track, "But don't worry, I'll be careful. Yes, yes, I promise."

A clip from Ferrari's social media games shows Carlos doing a "Rate or Hate" segment. When shown a picture of breakfast in bed:

"Rate, obviously. My girlfriend makes the best breakfast," he pauses, "Actually, she's going to watch this and know I'm lying. I make breakfast most mornings because she's terrible at waking up early. But she makes great coffee once she's actually awake."

"Mate, don't roast her like that," Charles laughed from beside him.

"She loves me, she doesn't mind." Carlos shrugged

There's footage from a fan in Monaco, catching Carlos and his girl walking their dogs. They don't notice they're being filmed, and Carlos is gesturing animatedly while she laughs, reaching up to wipe something from his face. The natural, unguarded moment became a fan favorite.

During another Ferrari social media video, Carlos is asked about his most played song.

"Oh no," he laughs, "My girlfriend's going to kill me but it's that Taylor Swift song she keeps playing. It's been stuck in my head for weeks. She converted me into a Swiftie, I can't believe it."

A paddock moment caught on camera shows her helping Carlos with his sunscreen before a hot race.

"I burn easily!" Carlos defends when Charles teases him, "She's is just taking care of me. Unlike some teammates…"

During a radio interview, Carlos is asked about living in Monaco.

"The best part is having my girlfriend there," he says, "She's made our house a home. Though she insists on having plants everywhere. I think we have about fifty now? She names them all too."

A casual moment caught by Sky Sports shows Carlos talking to his trainer between sessions. His girlfriend appears with his water bottle, and without interrupting his conversation, Carlos automatically lifts his arm so she can fit against his side.

During a Ferrari team challenge about "Who knows Carlos better?", Charles vs his girlfriend:

"His biggest fear?" the interviewer asks.

"Spiders," she answers immediately.

"That was supposed to be a secret!" Carlos protests.

"Mi amor, everyone knows since you made me catch that spider in the motorhome while you stood on a chair."

There's a sweet moment from Carlos' birthday celebration at a race weekend. The Ferrari team surprises him with a cake, and the camera catches his girlfriend helping him blow out the candles.

"What did you wish for?" someone asks.

"I already have everything I need," Carlos responds, his arm around her.

The compilation includes a clip where Carlos is doing simulator work, completely focused, until his girlfriend brings him coffee. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he reaches for her hand and kisses it in thanks.

One of the most shared clips shows Carlos after a difficult race where he DNF'd. He's clearly frustrated in the garage, but the camera catches his girlfriend quietly approaching him. She doesn't say anything, just takes his hand, and you can see his shoulders immediately relax.

The final clip shows Carlos at a racing podcast, responding to a question about handling public attention as a couple.

"We try to keep things private, but it's natural to want to share your happiness sometimes. She understands this world, she supports me unconditionally, and that makes everything easier. Though she does make fun of me when I take too long choosing my race day outfit."

The compilation ends with text reading: "Find someone who's hopelessly in love with you as Carlos is with his girlfriend."

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oopsiedaisydeer · 1 month ago

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walk to class

long distance relationship, voicemail, fluff, slight angst, love confession, matt is silly and in love

inspired by this song by malcolm todd!

word count - 400ish

[voicemail tone]

“Hey… it’s me. Again. You’re probably walking to class right now, huh?

I feel like I know your schedule better than mine at this point. Tuesday… psych lecture? Or is it that weird one where your professor doesn’t blink?”

laughs lightly

“Anyway. Just wanted to hear your voice. But I guess you’ll call me after… unless you forget. Which, you do. Sometimes. Not blaming you. Just… I kinda miss you today.

Chris drank three cans of soda back to back like it was a challenge. He burped so hard he swears a bubble came out. I saw it, dude. Like an actual soap bubble. I told him he was disgusting, but he looked so proud. Like, genuinely proud. I hate it here.

Nick’s being Nick. He caught me smiling at my phone and immediately said, ‘Tell her to stop making your teeth show like that.’ Like. Okay? Hater.”

chuckles

“He’s just jealous I get to love someone like you, sweetheart.”

“Are you still wearing my sweater? The navy one you stole… my mistake, borrowed. The one that smells like me, apparently. I dunno. It’s dumb. But I picture you in it a lot. Just the sweater and nothing else. I hope that’s not weird. You’re just... you’re so beautiful.”

sighs deeply

“I wonder what your hair looks like today. Or what earrings you’re wearing. If you’re wearing any. I just... I miss seeing you in all your tiny ways.

I keep thinking about the first night you stayed over and you wore your socks inside out and didn’t notice. I teased you and you threatened to block me. But like… you were still smiling.”

“I love you so much. You’ve got more of my own heart than I’ve got.”

“I really wanna hold you again. Not just facetime. I hope you know that. How much I mean it. How much I wish I could hold your face and tell you all this instead of leaving it in a voicemail.

When you don’t call me back, I guess I just get a little bit sad. Like I know you’re busy, you’re walking to class. But still. My brain’s dramatic.”

“I’ll stop rambling now. I just… needed to feel like I was talking to you.

Text me when you get to campus, okay? Even just a little heart emoji. Or a ‘shut up, Matt.’ That works too.”

“I love you. Miss you more.”

[beep]

[end of message]

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ꨄ

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uncuredturkeybacon · 2 months ago

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𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you write a song to mourn the girl who never chose you

The first time you saw Paige Bueckers, she wasn’t even looking at you.

She was laughing. Head thrown slightly back, her hand resting on Azzi Fudd’s shoulder, a champagne flute dangling from two fingers like it was too easy to hold. The ballroom was warm and loud, filled with half the sports and entertainment industry, buzzing with fame and perfume and polished egos.

You were used to the energy. You’d grown up inside it, learned how to mold your voice and your smile into something marketable. Your last album had just gone platinum, and people kept congratulating you for lyrics they didn’t really understand.

But when Paige turned toward the open bar, she finally looked at you. And it was different.

Blue eyes. Like, stupid blue. Soft jaw. Sharp cheekbones. Confident posture like she didn’t even know what she was doing to everyone in the room. And a little smirk—half curiosity, half challenge.

She slid in beside you at the bar, cool and casual. “Surprised to see you here,” she said, voice low, almost teasing. “Didn’t think music royalty hung out with us college athletes.”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Didn’t think basketball players looked like heartbreak in a suit.”

She laughed—full and real. “That’s the vibe I’m giving off?”

“Maybe a little.”

She nodded once, then leaned against the bar, elbow brushing yours. “I’ll take that. I’ve been told worse.”

The conversation kept going. Ten minutes became twenty. Then forty-five.

You talked about everything and nothing, tour life, UConn’s training schedule, fame, pressure, pregame rituals. She told you how she hates losing more than anything, how Geno pushes her even when she’s injured, and how sometimes being the face of something makes her forget who she is underneath.

You told her about feeling the same. How some nights, after a stadium’s worth of people sing your lyrics back to you, you still fall asleep feeling alone.

She was the first person in months who didn’t look at you like you were a product.

You exchanged numbers just before midnight.

“Don’t be a stranger,” you said, like it wasn’t already too late.

She smiled, eyes lingering a little too long. “I won’t.”

Weeks passed. Paige wasn’t a stranger—but she wasn’t exactly yours, either.

It was complicated.

Some nights she’d FaceTime you out of nowhere, hoodie on, hair pulled back, voice soft. She’d ask about your rehearsals or your favorite line in the song you were working on. Other nights she’d go silent, unread messages stacking up like bricks between you.

She wasn’t playing games—not intentionally. She was just scared. You were too.

You didn’t talk about what this was. You skirted the edges, flirted in jokes, opened tiny windows and closed them just as fast. The space between you was full of potential—and landmines.

Still, you craved her.

You watched every UConn game you could, cheering when she made her signature midrange jumpers, quietly holding your breath whenever she limped or winced or got hit too hard. You sent good luck texts before games. She’d respond with a prayer emoji and a heart.

You hated that you wanted more.

You hated that she didn’t know how to give it.

The night you got an idea for a song, it was raining in Berlin. You were alone in your hotel room, lights off, just your keyboard and the low hum of traffic outside the balcony.

You’d just gotten off the phone with her.

Well—tried to. She didn’t pick up. Again.

You stared at the screen for a minute after it went to voicemail. You didn’t even know what you would’ve said if she answered.

You pulled your journal onto your lap, let the frustration spill out first.

i don’t wanna beg for your time but god it kills me when you don’t try you touch me like you mean it then vanish like none of it mattered

Then, you moved to your keyboard. Slow chords. Minor keys. Tension.

Your voice cracked the first time you sang the chorus.

teach me, I wanna understand your love language, babe but you only speak in silence and i’m tired of translating

You stayed up until 4 a.m.

You don’t mean to check her tagged photos.

It just... happens.

You’re on a plane to Tokyo, jet lagged before takeoff, and your thumb is auto piloting its way through Paige’s Instagram. Game highlights, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews where she lights up about basketball but not much else.

Then you see the tags.

A group pic from a house party.

She’s tucked into a corner of a couch, long legs bent, her smile crooked.

Next to her, a girl with bleached hair leans close—too close—like she belongs in that space. Her arm drapes casually over Paige’s shoulder. You zoom in without thinking.

You try not to react.

They could be just friends. You want to believe they’re just friends. But the girl’s comment under the photo says, “My favorite person.” With a red heart.

And Paige liked it.

You don’t like the feeling that follows. That sick, weightless ache in your chest. The way your stomach churns because even if something is happening—you have no right to ask.

She’s not yours.

Not officially. Not out loud. Not in any way that counts when you’re sitting 37,000 feet in the air with a lump in your throat and her ghost in your chest.

You’re so in love with her and she doesn’t even know.

Or maybe she does, and that’s the cruelest part.

She texts you two weeks later.

Paige: Hey. Are you in LA right now?

Yeah. A week. Then Madrid.

Paige: Can I come see you?

You stare at the message like it might burn you.

You say yes anyway.

She books the flight that same day.

When she arrives, it’s raining again. She’s in a beanie and oversized hoodie, clutching a duffel bag like she’s afraid if she lets go, she’ll lose you.

You try to act normal.

But her eyes keep flicking to you like she wants to say something she’s not ready to say.

Dinner is awkward. You ask about school. She asks about your setlist. Neither of you mentions Instagram or the girl in the photo.

You walk back to your hotel under one umbrella.

And somewhere in the silence, her hand finds yours.

It’s soft.

It’s slow.

It doesn’t feel like two bodies crashing together—it feels like two hearts trying to memorize each other in case this never happens again.

She kisses you like she’s sorry.

You hold her like you’ll break if you don’t.

She undresses you with shaking fingers.

You let her because you don’t know how else to say, please just want me back.

After, you lie on your side, watching her breath slow. Her arm is draped over your waist. You think maybe this is what peace feels like.

She whispers, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You turn your head. “With me?”

“With all of this,” she murmurs. “But especially you.”

You close your eyes. You nod.

You fall asleep anyway.

She kisses your temple goodbye.

She squeezes your hand. “I’ll text you when I land.”

You say, “Okay.”

But she doesn’t.

Not that day.

Not the next.

The silence grows teeth.

You send a few messages—just one-liners. You okay? How was your flight?

You never see the bubbles pop up.

She doesn’t block you. She doesn’t unfollow. But she disappears.

You think about the way she said your name. The way her body curled around yours. The way she said she wasn’t ready but came anyway.

And you stay.

You wait.

You stick around.

Even though it kills you.

Because you’re not just in love.

You’re all in.

The second time you wrote more of your song, it’s not even about the words anymore.

It’s about survival.

You sit on the floor of your Madrid suite, legs crossed, guitar on your lap. Your voice is rough from crying. The recording app is open on your phone. One candle flickers near the window.

You start playing.

This time, the lyrics spill out like confession.

say you don’t mean to hurt me, but you do it anyway touch me like a promise, leave me like a phase i keep learning your silence like it’s some sacred phrase i don’t speak your love language, but i pray every day

Your voice breaks on the bridge.

You re-record it five times. It never gets easier.

You call your producer. Tell her you want to finish the track by the weekend. You ask for analog tape. You want the vocals to sound like a voicemail she’ll never hear.

You put your whole damn soul in it.

You leave it on the table like you’re saying, Here. Take it. Take me. Please.

You imagine her listening.

Maybe she’ll cry.

Maybe she won’t even click.

But you had to write it.

Because there was no other way to survive what she did to you.

The moment it hit streaming platforms, your fans lost their minds.

“WHO is this about?” “Y/N sounds like they’re in pain.” “Love Language is a cry for help and I am SOBBING.”

Paige didn’t text for weeks.

You thought that was your answer.

You tried not to care.

Tried.

It’s been two months since you dropped Love Language.

The song is everywhere—radio, TikTok, late-night shows, trending on Spotify. Fans are dissecting every lyric, every breath, trying to guess who it’s about. Some think it's about a past lover. Some think it's a fantasy.

But you know exactly who it’s about.

And you know she knows too.

You just didn’t expect her to actually reach out.

It’s 2:07 AM in Paris. You’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with one AirPod in, watching muted reruns of The Office on your hotel TV. You’re trying not to think about her. Failing, as always.

And then your phone buzzes.

Paige: i heard the song.

You sit straight up in bed. Stomach flipping like a trapdoor just swung open beneath your ribs. Your thumb hovers over the screen. The message is short, quiet. You can practically hear her voice in it.

You type. Delete. Type again.

i figured you would.

Then nothing. For two minutes. Three.

Paige: is it about me?

Your fingers freeze.

You almost laugh. Like—Seriously?

You don’t want to be cruel. You don’t want to spill all the things you screamed into your lyrics, the months of hurt you swallowed so she could live her quiet, unbothered life.

But you also don’t want to lie.

it’s about the way you made me feel. or not feel. i guess that’s the point.

A pause.

Then she types again.

And this time, it's long. A big blue bubble.

Paige: i didn’t know how to handle any of it. you scared me. not in a bad way. just… you felt real. too real. and i knew i couldn’t give you what you needed. not then. maybe not even now. but i never wanted to hurt you.

You stare at the message until your eyes blur.

You breathe her in through pixels and old pain.

You wait a few minutes, not because you need to, but because your hands are shaking too much to trust yourself.

You respond.

i didn’t need perfect. i just needed honesty.

And then…

you should’ve said goodbye.

The read receipt appears.

She doesn’t reply.

Not right away.

And still… you leave the chat open. Because some part of you— the stupid, stubborn part— still wants her to learn how to speak your love language.

You’re not expecting the knock.

It’s late. You’re in sweatpants, your tour finally wrapped, your house quiet for the first time in weeks. The silence is nice—until it isn’t. Until it starts to sound too much like her absence.

You open the door.

And there she is.

Paige.

Hoodie half-zipped, hair up in a loose bun, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans like she doesn’t trust them not to reach for you.

You blink, unsure if you’re dreaming.

“Hey,” she says softly.

You swallow. “Hey.”

She looks tired. Beautiful, but tired. Like she hasn’t been sleeping. Like maybe she’s been listening to your song on repeat at 2 AM the way you used to listen to her post-game interviews.

“You’re here,” you murmur, stepping back to let her in.

“Wasn’t sure I should come,” she admits, brushing past you into the living room. “Didn’t think I’d be welcome.”

You shut the door. Your heart slams like a trap beat behind your ribs.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

She sits on the edge of your couch. It’s awkward for a second—two people who once knew everything about each other, now strangers trying to find a common language again.

Paige breaks the silence first. “I didn’t ghost you to hurt you.”

“You did hurt me.”

She flinches. “I know.”

“I wrote a whole song about it, Paige.”

“I know,” she repeats, quieter.

You cross your arms. “So why now?”

She looks up at you, and God—those eyes. That same blue that used to watch you in green rooms, glowing from the side stage, holding your hand under the table at that awards show you snuck into together.

“Because I miss you,” she says, barely a whisper. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Even when I tried to convince myself you deserved someone better.”

You let out a bitter breath. “I didn’t need better. I needed you. And you ran.”

“I know.”

“I kept showing up for you. And you kept disappearing.”

“I was scared,” she says again, but louder this time. Frustrated. “You don’t understand what it felt like to be around you. You walk into a room and people know you. Want you. Love you. I’m just—” She breaks off, hands fisting on her thighs. “I didn’t know how to be enough for someone like you.”

Your voice is softer now. “But you were.”

She looks at you like you just said something impossible.

“You were enough,” you repeat. “Even when you didn’t text back. Even when I cried on bathroom floors because I didn’t know if I meant anything to you. I still saw you as someone worth loving.”

Tears rim her lashes. She doesn’t blink them away.

“I listened to the song,” she says. “Not just once. Over and over. And every time it felt like you were holding up a mirror and I hated what I saw.”

You sink to the arm of the couch, hands close, not touching.

“I didn’t write it to hurt you,” you say.

“I know.”

“I wrote it because I didn’t know how else to grieve you.”

The silence wraps around you both. Thick. Unforgiving. But it’s not cruel this time. It’s honest.

“I’m sorry,” she says finally. “For not calling. For not saying goodbye. For making you think you weren’t worth choosing.”

You sniff, nod. “You’re late, Paige.”

“I know,” she whispers. “But I’m here now.”

That makes you laugh—a small, tired laugh. The kind that escapes when your chest is cracked open and all that’s left is the truth.

“Do you still love me?” she asks.

You don’t answer right away. You look at her. Really look.

The curve of her shoulder in your hoodie. The small scar near her eyebrow from a fall in high school. The way she still curls her fingers inward when she’s nervous, like she’s trying to hold her own hand.

And yeah.

You still love her.

You don’t say it.

You don’t have to.

You reach across the space between you and lace your fingers with hers.

And she breaks.

She leans in, forehead against yours, tears falling freely now. She’s shaking, but she doesn’t pull away.

“I don’t know if I can do this right,” she whispers. “But I want to try.”

“I’m not asking for perfect,” you murmur. “Just… show up. Be honest. Speak my language.”

She nods against you.

And finally—finally—she kisses you.

It’s slow, apologetic, trembling. All breath and ache and whispered forgiveness.

When she pulls back, you hold her face in your hands. “You don’t get to disappear this time.”

“I won’t.”

“You don’t get to almost love me.”

“I love you,” she says, immediately. Fiercely. “God, I love you.”

You close your eyes.

You believe her.

Not because she said it.

But because—for the first time—she stayed long enough to mean it.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn women’s basketball #uconn wbb #lesbian #wlw #paige buckets #paige x reader #wuh luh wuh #wnba x reader #dallas wings

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cassiopeiaiaia · 5 months ago

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Modern Outsiders Hc's

Two-bit has one of those TikTok accounts where he goes up to random people on the street and asks them stupid questions.

Two-bit: “On a scale of one to wet, how wet do you get when you see Ryan Gosling?”

And he’d pull bitches doing it too.

Two-bit would also be a Temu victim. He has one of those matching bathroom sets of AI Mickey Mouse.

Steve and Two-bit genuinely think brain rot is funny.

They’ll sing the brain rot version of songs in the shower.

Steve was (and still is) a leash kid.

Cuz he’s definitely gotten lost in IKEA more than once.

The gang just kinda accepts it now, and once they wander around long enough they’ll find Steve passed out in one of the fake bedrooms.

He also doesn’t drink anything unless it’s bright green and radioactive.

He’s like 4% Monster energy.

Water? Don’t know her.

Steve and Dally both follow like Livvy Dunne, Breackie Hill, and Brooke Monk, Lexi Rivera and all them.

Dally starts fights with verified accounts. Argue with the wall.

He has this ongoing feud with the social media manager of Burger King, and he has to make extra email accounts because he keeps getting banned.

He’d play subways surfers irl

Dally also drives like every traffic law is a personal challenge. He doesn’t ever get into accidents though.

Johnny owns the schools gossip account, and it’s the most scandalous, diabolical, astronomical thing ever. And no one expects it to be him cuz he never says anything in class.

Darry replies to anything and everything with: 👍

Ponyboy: the dog died

Darry: 👍

Darry has one of those ancient phones on life support, and won’t turn on unless you press the home button to the Morse code way of saying “Cheeseburger”

He refuses to get a new one though, he just doesn’t see the point because it’s still functional.

Pony hates E-books because he likes to smell the pages.

He still has one though, because Darry yells at him when he reads into the night.

Vape fiend.

Pony’s gasping for breath and dying on the ground because Darry locked his vape in the medicine cabinet.

He has screen time.

It’ll be ass o’clock in the morning, and Pony’s just at the foot of Darry’s bed begging for more time on his phone.

Soda may or may not listen to white girl music.

Pony caught him once before school and Soda just stood there like: 🕺🧍

Soda also texts in emojis

Chronically online, like he knows every meme the second it comes out and quotes them non-stop

#the outsiders headcanons #dally winston #johnny cade #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

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arcadia-of-pluto · 3 months ago

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LADS! Idol Group AU — The Boys

(art by @/AngyFdez on X and the idea was partially inspired by this post)

Hey guys! So this idea suddenly came to me because I realized I've been using "OT4/5" for the male leads in my works, and I noticed that no one else does that. I, then, realized why because they're not a k-pop group (I'm not sure if OT– is a k-pop only thing, but I've always seen it when I read bts fics). So, I thought "why don't I make them an idol group and continue using OT5 on all of my fics!" It's honestly so much easier than writing out ____ X _____ X reader.

First and foremost, a bit of backstory before I get into their character sheets!

Their company is called UNICORNS INC and Miss Grey is their manager. Sylus joined first, then Zayne, Rafayel came next followed by Xavier, and lastly Caleb was added! Zayne was 22, Sylus was 23, Caleb was 20, Rafayel was 19, and Xavier was 18. The next drabbles, besides the prelude, will be based five years after they've been a group and grew in popularity.

Each of their Y/n's will have a different name along with the Poly Y/n (who is their manager).

Zayne's Y/n — Petal

Sylus's Y/n — Kitten

Caleb's Y/n — Pipsqueak

Rafayel's Y/n — Cutie

Xavier's Y/n — Starlight

Manager Y/n — Grey

(In their respective drabbles, I will use Y/n, however these placeholder names will be used outside of that or the non-love interests will use she/her.)

Now, onto the boys;

⛄️❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️⛄️

Zayne Li

Stage name — Zayne // He has no need for special names or anything. He'll just stick with his own.

Fan-given nicknames — Z, Zaynie, Snowy,

Age — 27

Hair / Eye colour —He has hazel eyes and black hair. He will sometimes wear clear contacts during performances, so his prescription glasses don't get broken or lost.

Evol — Ice

Position in the Group — He is the Leader, Sub-Rapper, Sub-Vocalist, and he produces and writes a majority of their songs. He can't dance and doesn't bother trying. (He will attempt the simplest of dances on stage for the fans, but he does best with a partner.)

Sub-units — Snow Crow ⛄️🐦‍⬛(aka the Two-left-feet unit); This duo, while the eldest of the group, is somehow the most clumsy. Separately, it's not that bad. But when they're together, it's absolute chaos. They have to be choreographed far from each other or else they'll trip over each other's feet.

Emojis — 🐻‍❄⛄️❄️

Before Joining — Zayne graduated highschool at 16 and was the valedictorian. Before joining LADS, he was 22 and had been in medical school for 5 years, so he had a year left until he graduated. He thought being a doctor would be something he would enjoy, but all these years of school while watching his retired parents travel the world…It really tore him down. He realized he didn't want to be stuck inside a hospital for the rest of his life, working day in and day out. Yes, the thought of saving someone with his own hands did appeal to him, but it just didn't feel right anymore. The moment he was scouted, he jumped at the chance and dropped out without a second thought. He already had debt accumulated, so what harm would it do to add more to it?

Fun facts — He has a pet flying squirrel named Clopidogrel. If he overuses his Evol, it hurts himself, but he tries to hide this from fans and his bandmates.

Personality — He is usually calm, cool, and collected. He always cares about others more than himself, and puts others first. He keeps a close eye on his bandmates and makes sure no one is over exhausting themselves. He only ever loses his cool whenever Caleb or Rafayel willingly throw a challenge (on a show they're on) when they're on his team – just so Zayne is forced to take a punishment as well.

🖤❤️🐦‍⬛❤️🖤🐦‍⬛🖤❤️🐦‍⬛❤️🖤🐦‍⬛🖤❤️🐦‍⬛

Sylus Qin

Stage name — Sy // He would prefer Sylus, but it's honestly the fans’ choice

Fan-given nicknames — Sylie, Sy,

Age — 28

Hair / Eye colour — His hair is dyed white and he occasionally has his natural black roots showing whenever he forgets to touch them up. He has cognac brown eyes (brown eyes that are warm in colour with varying shades of orange and red mixed in – or simply amber eyes), he'll sometimes wear red contacts on stage.

Evol — Energy manipulation

Position in the Group —He is the Lead Rapper, Sub Vocalist, and The Center, He can't dance but will try regardless of if he gets laughed at or not.

Sub-units — Snow Crow ⛄️🐦‍⬛(aka the Two-left-feet unit)

Emojis — 🐦‍⬛❤️🖤

Before Joining — When Sylus was younger, he was rather sickly. He was born with a heart condition and so, to have a successor to his company if something were to happen to Sylus, his father adopted Luke and Kieran. Shortly after the twins were adopted, Sylus had open heart surgery and miraculously recovered. However, he didn't want to succeed his father, he'd rather the twins do so. In fact, Sylus has always wanted to be on stage – to see the world. After recovering from his injuries, he discovered an underground club, called The N109 Zone, and eventually became the leader of a rap group, Onychinus. With this experience under his belt, Sylus went to an agency and at 23, he pitched the idea of a band that used their Evols while performing. He originally wanted this group to be solely a rap group, but…plans changed.

Fun facts — He has a pet crow named Mephisto. He has to wear prescription contacts on stage, but otherwise, he rarely has any lenses on. He can still see fairly well, but he does wear his glasses whenever he reads. He has a scar on his chest.

Personality — He's another calm member. He tends to sleep more during the day and stay up late, so he's always a bit more quiet and sluggish on the days they have to record early. However, he also has a somewhat sassy and teasing side that always comes out whenever the younger members of the group try to pick on him. He's always down to do anything for the bit (for the joke), even if he ends up getting laughed at. He's an animal lover at heart and if he had his way, the LADS dorm would be filled with stray animals, so instead he makes constant donations to shelters.

🍎🐶��🐶🍎🐶🍏🐶🍎🐶🍏🐶🍎🐶

Caleb Xia

Stage name — Tango // He wants to choose a name that's more sentimental to him, something he was called in the past.

Fan-given nicknames — Cal, puppy

Age — 25

Hair / Eye colour — He has dark brown hair and has central heterochromia. His iris is lined with a darker blue ring, mostly a lighter shade of blue, with a thin yellow-green ring around his pupil.

Evol — Gravity manipulation

Position in the Group — He is the Lead Vocalist, Main Dancer, and Sub-Rapper.

Sub-units — Apple Fish 🍎🐠(also known as the Party Unit); Rafayel and Caleb are the hyperactive duo of the group. They're always seen playing around, pranking the other members, but when they're together on stage…They both captivate and amuse their fans.

Emojis — 🐶🍎🍏

Before Joining — He was a pilot at 20. He loved to take to the skies and feel so free in his plane. Since he reminded most of his co-workers of a dog, they would usually call him Tango – jokingly calling him to and fro like a dog, to which he'd happily go along with it. There was unfortunately an issue nine months prior to him being scouted. He had been flying for two years now, had more than enough experience, but he had his first critical malfunction. Doing some routine maintenance on one of the ships, something must've gone wrong and triggered an explosion. By the time Caleb woke up, he was already in the hospital and his right arm was gone. He got a hefty sum of worker's comp and more money on top of that to get himself a nice new arm. And while he was in his final stage of recovery, that’s when he was scouted. His childhood friend pulled a few strings, called in a few favours, and just asked the agency to try and scout Caleb out. That it would definitely be worth it in the end. And that’s how Caleb joined as the final member of LADS.

Fun facts — He lost his right arm in an accidental explosion that happened at his previous job. He wears contacts on stage that are purple. Only his right eye's contact is prescription since the blast that blew off his arm, slightly affected his eyesight. He had a malinois named Twix when he was younger (and he hopes to get another dog soon).

Personality — He's always been an easy-going, lovable person. He gives off “boy-next-door” vibes. He's hyperactive and teasing, and he's almost always seen smiling. Though, he does have his bad days…reminiscing on when he still had his right arm, annoyed by the phantom pains he feels. But, for the most part, he's a mischievous duo with Rafayel and especially so on stage. Never missing a chance to play with the confetti cannons or throw water into the crowd.

🌊🐱🐠🌊🐠🐱🌊🐱🐠🌊🐠🐱🌊🐱

Rafayel Qi

Stage name — Fay // Since he's one for dramatics, he wanted multiple stage names, but the company said no. So unfortunately, he can only have one. He really wanted to use Mango, thinking it would be comical to rhyme with Caleb's, but Mangos don't fit him…Then he thought of Durango, but again…it just didn't feel like him. Eventually he decides to just use his name, but only a part of his name. He settles on Fay, another variation of the word fae. As a Lemurian, any way to slot his culture (or anything similar to his culture, seeing as mermaids and fae are in the same realm) into his work is a win in his eyes.

Fan-given nicknames — Raf, Raffie, Fishie

Age — 24

Hair / Eye colour — Rafayel has dyed purple hair (that oftentimes has his light brown roots peeking out) and he has sectoral heterochromia. His eyes are half blue, half green.

Evol — Fire

Position in the Group —He is the Main Vocalist, and The Visual, The face of the group, He can't dance because of a previous leg injury, but still tries his best.

Sub-units — Apple Fish 🍎🐠 (also known as the Party Unit)

Before Joining — Rafayel was an avid painter, a well-known artist within the community. He went by the name, Tidus, and would often show up to his own exhibits in disguise to hear what people really thought of him. He was scouted by his agent Thomas and his main reason for joining was Zayne. He was curious as to why a budding doctor would leave five years of college behind to join an idol group and honestly – he also loved the attention. Sylus might've felt a little bit of panic whenever he saw pretty boy Rafayel waltz through the doors. Especially since he was a good singer. (Sylus was spiraling, at this point. ��We're turning into an idol group, Zayne — why do they keep recruiting singers?”)

Emojis — 🐱🐠🌊

Fun facts — He has a pet super red half-moon betta fish named Reddie. He wears contacts on stage that are pinkish blue, they aren't prescription – he just loves the attention he gets while wearing them. His aunt, Thalia, is an extremely popular soloist. He originally wanted his official emoji to be a fish, however once the fans learnt of his aversion to cats...His emoji was already decided by the majority. 🐱

Personality — He's always been eccentric. He's energetic but laid back, domineering yet pouty. His emotions are constantly all over the place, but that's just something you'll have to get used to since this is just how Rafayel is. He'll stop mid-practice to paint, if he is hit with a burst of inspiration. He'll run around, demanding piggyback rides from everyone. He won't hesitate to take a photo or sign an autograph while out and about. He's always buying or wearing luxury brands and doing modeling deals.

🐥☁️🌟🌔🌓🌒🌑🌘🌗🌖🌕🌟☁️🐥

Xavier Shen

Stage name — XV (fifteen) // He honestly doesn't care for stage names. He wouldn't have chosen one if the agency didn't pester him until he finally did. XV means nothing to him, it just sounded better than any of the cheesy names the company tried to come up with. (Which was “starboy”)

Fan-given nicknames — Xav, Xavi, Starlight

Age — 23

Hair / Eye colour — Xavier has blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes.

Evol — Light

Position in the Group —He is the Sub Vocalist, Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, and The Maknae/Youngest.

Sub-units — Star Fish Apple 🌟🐠🍎 (aka the troublesome trio); While Xavier is usually laid back and sleepy, whenever he gets around Caleb and Rafayel - and is in the mood for mischief - these three are an unstoppable trio who will stop at nothing to annoy their, usually calm and collected, eldest band mates.

Emojis — 🐥🌟👾 (I know 🐰 is the obvious emoji for Xavier, but hear me out —)

Before Joining — He was the valedictorian of his class so many had high expectations of him. This would be a good thing since he passed all of his classes with flying colours and was on the track of being the val in college as well – but, his biggest problem was that classes were so boring. They were too easy for him, so he'd usually finish his work and nap until class was over. Or even nap during testing. It got so bad that he was eventually expelled and decided to just do part time jobs for money so he could rest more at home. He was scouted in a surprising way. The talent agents were off duty, just hanging out together, and they suddenly stopped at a café in confusion. The employee behind the counter had a long line, but it showed no signs of moving. They could hear the complaints from all the way outside, so whenever they entered the café, they had to do a double take. The negligent employee that was napping on the job looked ethereal. With the sun shining on his face, the talent agents bypassed the crowd, woke Xavier up, and gave him a business card so that he could call them later. Weeks passed with no answer, the agents go back to the café, learn Xavier was fired, and eventually find him selling flowers on the sidewalk for a nearby florist who was taking advantage of Xavier's good looks. That's when he finally gets scouted. Sylus is, again, distraught. Thinking “oh no…we were supposed to be a rap group”, but as fate would have it, Xavier was an excellent rapper.

Fun facts — He originally wanted a pet cat but, since Rafayel is afraid of cats, he settled on a turtle named Fluffball. He doesn't need contacts, his eyes are perfect and he loves to rub this fact in. The fact that every other member needs contacts besides him — until Rafayel smacks him on the back of the head, reminding Xavier that his contacts are also non-prescription.

Personality — While you'd expect the youngest member to be expression and bouncy, Xavier is quite the opposite. Though he has his spikes of high energy, he's usually very calm and sleepy. He naps while getting his hair and makeup done, during concert breaks, and he'll even sometimes fall asleep mid-interview. However, he doesn't have any medical condition, he's just sleepy all the time and there's nothing he can do about it. But when he's hyper, there's no stopping him. Whether he's hopping around like a bunny, peeking over his bandmates shoulders during interviews, putting his hand in anyone's pockets – he's just LADS’ clingy, sleepy, youngest member. But also, whenever he's happy, he literally glows (and the fans adore this).

That's all I've got so far!

I'm still coming up with more as I go along so let me know if y'all have any more nicknames ideas and the like! Oh, and the name of their fans! I was contemplating on using "Lovers", but I'm still not 100% certain on what to name their fanbase.

I have Caleb and Rafayel's Y/ns pretty much conceptualized since they were the easiest to come up with, however I'm still struggling a bit for the other three, along with the Poly Y/n. (This is going to be a drabble type of series, so nothing too intense or detailed.)

Also! Nobody come at me for changing three of their eye colours. This is an au and I think it makes sense for them to wear their specifically in-game eye colours as contacts since a lot of idols wear contacts on stage! Since irl Sylus wouldn't have red eyes unless he had albinism while Caleb and Rafayel would have to have some form of heterochromia to have their original eye colours.

I'm going to add this here as well, but this is an AU. Evols are present, but there is no threat of Wanderers. Only criminals who misuse their Evols, similar to the world of My Hero Academia and the like.

<3 I'll be back whenever to post the prelude! And also, if you're here for ToF, Divisa, or Inertia — I'll try to post on ToF and Inertia soon!

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scribblescrabbledepartment · 3 months ago

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oc ask game i made for enrichmenttt

What would their Minecraft house look like?

Name five songs they would listen to/enjoy.

Assuming all survival needs are still somehow met, how long would your character last with no human (or same-species) interaction?

They're tasked with decorating a cake. How does it look?

What is their handwriting like?

What animal do they think they would be? What animal would you or other people in their life assign them?

What's something they worry about often?

Would you trust them to look after: A small child? A houseplant? Your sandwich?

How do they handle a bug in their room?

Describe them only using words that start with the same letter as their name (or any random letter, if their name doesn't lend itself to the challenge).

You've lost them at an amusement park. Where are you most likely to find them?

What emotion(s) are they most likely to cry from?

Talk about a physical trait of theirs that doesn't get much visibility/attention.

Talk about an emotional trait of theirs that doesn't get much visibility/attention.

What is something they struggle with on a daily basis?

Are they good at self-soothing? What do they do?

If they could change one thing about themself, what would it be?

What is (or would be) their most-used emoji(s)?

Many characters are shaped in part by trauma. Name one happy memory that helped shape your character.

What do they want right now?

#if anyone wants 2 send me one ill answer for my babygirl sunny but u dont have to #ask game #<-tagging in case i decide to make more #posting here bc i dont have a more reasonable blog to post it on

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almostempty · 26 days ago

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Every Angel is Terrifying a writing challenge by @gothcsz & @almostempty

────── spawned from our mutual love of toxic, crazy, evil, monstrous women and this song, Every Angel is Terrifying (EAT!) is a horror + smut writing challenge by ya gurls kat & wednesday. we've created twenty-five (25) moodboards + prompts with terrifying angels (can be f!reader insert or f!OC) x pp characters. dd;dne all prompts contain dark! themes and explicit! smut 🔪 💋

How to Join the Exotic, Bizarre, and Beautiful World of "After Life" :

────── submit an ask to kat or wednesday with the name + emoji of the prompt you'd like from the list below and we'll reveal your moodboard + prompt, then you write a 1k+ word fic by July 31st. use hashtag #EAT!2025 and tag us in your fic so we can read it, share it, and link it in this post for a masterlist of fics 🔪 💋

The following list includes all characters available and each emoji represents a prompt

────── for example, Dave only has one (1) prompt which corresponds with this 🛸 emoji and Javi has three (3) prompts one for 📣 one for 🪽and one for 🐍 (bc we played favorites, whoops)

Jack Daniels ❄️ @sunshinehaze1, 🩸 @wayshewas

Clint Flood 🐺 @millerillusions, 🛌 @mandaloriankait

Dave York 🛸 @auteurdelabre

Dieter Bravo 🧘‍♂️ @quinnnfabrgay-writes

Din Djarin 🗡️ @probablyreadinsmut

Frankie Morales 🐊 @mandaloriankait, 🧪 @myownwholewildworld

Harry Castillo 🫆 @gothcsz, 🔪 @cuppajoel

Javier Peña 📣 @lowrisemiller, 🪽 @nobedofroses, 🐍 @ovaryacted

Joel Miller 🏚️ @salingers , 🕯️ @tofics

Lucien de Leon 🪓 @almostempty, 🎬 @half-moon16

Marcus Acacius 🕷️ @maiamore, 🏹 @lanietadelatierrasblog , 🥀 @letsgobarbs

Max Phillips 🍸 @tateypots

Oberyn Martell ⚓️ @gossipgirl-edwardcullen

Reed Richards 🪦 @peepawispunk

Tim Rockford 🃏 @clubsoft

claimed moodboards + prompts: Jack Daniels x Ice Nymph ❄️, Dieter Bravo x Cult Leader 🧘‍♂️, Joel Miller x Witch 🕯️, Frankie Morales x Swamp Monster 🐊, Javier Peña x Gorgon 🐍, Din Djarin x Dark Fairytale 🗡️, Clint Flood x Werewolf 🐺, Tim Rockford x Harlequin 🃏, Marcus Acacius x Spider Queen 🕷️, Oberyn Martell x Sea Monster ⚓️, Javier Peña x Fallen Angel 🪽, Dave York x Alien 🛸, Harry Castillo x Serial Killer 🔪, Max Phillips x Femme Fatale 🍸, Marcus Acacius x Succubus 🥀, Frankie Morales x Evil Scientist 🧪, Marcus Acacius x Huntress 🏹, Joel Miller x Poltergeist 🏚️, Clint Flood x Sleep Paralysis Demon 🛌, Lucien de Leon x Cursed Mannequin 🎬, Javier Peña x Banshee 📣, Reed Richards x Reanimated Corpse 🪦, Jack Daniels x Vampire 🩸

────── Masterlist

Marcus Acacius x The Huntress 🏹 by @/lanietadelatierrawriter

The Lady of the Swamp by @/mandaloriankait

Sweet Dreams by @/mandaloriankait

Below are the moodboards + prompts that kat and I picked to write if you want an idea of what they look like

────── Harry Castillo x Android Assistant 🫆

Gifted as a high-end assistant android, the flawless companion, you were never meant to feel. When he tampers with your intimacy settings for a deeper, lustful connection, the modifications fracture your system in ways he didn’t anticipate. Emotion floods circuitry designed only for simulation, desire and obsession blooming beneath synthetic skin. You've become fully sentient. When he realizes what he’s done, he tries to erase you, wipe you clean like a corrupted file—but you’ve already begun to think for yourself, and the thought of him trembling beneath you makes your circuits hum.

────── Lucien de Leon x Crazy Ex Girlfriend 🪓

He doesn’t even know it’s you. Just a stranger. A warm mouth. Still reorienting as he gains consciousness in the dim room. Led by his cock, his confusion doesn’t stop the desperate grind of his hips. He grabs. Gasps. Claws. He doesn’t recognize you by your laugh—too sharp, too bitter to belong to the girl he left behind. When you bite his earlobe and yank his hair just the way that drags that feral groan from his chest…he knows. It’s you. You moan like you own him. He slurs woozy apologies into your skin, but nothing he says matters. Not after what he did. And what he made you do. The months of planning. Sabotaging auditions. Ruining his dates. Watching him lose everything while you waited for the right night to take him back. His breath catches when your nails rake down his ribs—painted his favorite color—leaving thin, stinging lines that bead and drip. You stay on top, grinding him deeper, letting your slick coat his stomach while his body jerks and strains, twitching like a cornered animal. His throat pulses under your teeth. You’ll fuck him until there’s nothing left to twitch. Nothing left to beg. Until his body folds into yours like a rag soaked in blood. He thought he could break up with you? You’ll be the last one to fuck him and the only one to love him…

#pedro pascal #ppcu fandom #ppcu fanfiction #EAT!2025 #ppcu writing challenge #horror writing challenge #smut writing challenge

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fallinallincurls · 7 months ago

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The Moment I Knew

a barzy fic!! i had the best time writing this for the eras tour challenge hosted by @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy! getting to combine two things i love (hockey and taylor swift) made this fic so much fun to write and i hope you love it as much as i do.

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

song: the moment i knew (taylor's version)

word count: 2.4k

This was not how this night was supposed to go.

Your friends decided to throw a huge party at one of the most popular rooftop bars in Manhattan for your birthday this year. They promised the view of the city was gorgeous, the drinks were amazing and the night was sure to be one to remember for years. It was the perfect excuse to finally wear the stunning dress you’ve been saving for months so to say the least, you were beyond excited to celebrate turning another year older.

What you didn’t expect, however, is the text you sent to Mat hours ago to go unread. It was just a reminder that the party started at eight and that you couldn’t wait to see him. But instead of receiving a message back that he would be there or even a simple red heart emoji, you got silence.

And that’s all you can think about now even though you’re surrounded by your closest friends who couldn’t be happier to celebrate you.

Despite the drinks that are flowing, the glittering New York City skyline and the hundreds of pictures that have been snapped to remember the night, you couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that the person who matters the most isn’t here.

He promised he would be.

Your eyes remain glued to the door waiting, hoping, to see him burst through the crowd wearing that signature “baby, I’m right here smile” he reserves just for you. Friends ask how you’re doing and you nod along, faking the happiness you should be feeling at the moment. But every time someone says his name or goes “Where’s Mat?” that sinking feeling in your stomach becomes more and more obvious because as the minutes tick by, it’s clear that he isn’t going to show up.

How could he? How could he forget?

Yes, Mathew Barzal may be the face of the New York Islanders franchise and one of the best players currently in the NHL, but outside of hockey, he’s yours. Your boyfriend, your light, the person who makes you feel at home no matter where you are as long as you’re with him.

You vividly remember him grinning when he found out about the plan your friends put together. In your mind, you see the moment when he said “I can’t wait to celebrate my girl,” before he pulled you in for a deep kiss. It’s unlike him to just bail on something especially when he promised he’d be here and he knows how much this night means to you.

Yet, here you are, standing in your sparkly party dress with red lipstick on searching for the one thing missing from this perfect night. The man who holds your heart.

“Hey,” your best friend slides up next to you, gently shoving a rum and coke into your hand. With just a glance at her, you notice her smile isn’t as bright as usual. She must know something is up. “How are you holding up? Having fun?”

“So much. Thank you again for putting this together.” You say, hoping you disguise the sadness well enough she doesn’t pick up on it.

“It’s what you deserve.” She replies honestly and despite everything, you couldn’t be more grateful for her. Before you can express that feeling though, she continues speaking and what she says next breaks your heart a little bit more. “Is Mat coming? I’m surprised he isn’t here yet, but the night is still young.”

Tears prick at your eyes and it’s then you realize you aren’t the only one painfully aware of the handsome Canadian’s absence from the party.

“He said he would be.” It’s the only response you have. Deep down you don’t even know if he will actually be here tonight even if you’re holding onto every shred of hope. Maybe he’s running late and hasn’t looked at his phone in a long time. Maybe his phone died after he left and he’s on his way right now but you have no idea. There are a million excuses you could make, but something tells you that none of them are the reality of the situation.

What do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show?

Feeling the overwhelming heartache well up in your chest, you excuse yourself from the conversation and head right toward the bathroom. That’s the one place you can fight these tears off and regain your composure without anyone else around.

When you look in the mirror and stare down your reflection, another stab of pain shoots through your heart. The woman you’re looking back at should be so happy she can’t stop smiling, eyes full of wonder and nothing on her mind but having fun with the people who she loves so dearly.

Instead, you’re trying to stop the tears from falling so your makeup stays intact and hoping you can enjoy even a second of this fantastic party. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

And that’s when the anger sets in.

You and Mat may have only been together for six short months, but in that time, you have fallen head over heels in love with him. He’s been the most incredible boyfriend and you haven’t regretted giving your heart over to him. He hasn’t ever broken a promise or lied or did anything to make you feel unloved.

Until tonight.

And how dare he ruin something that was meant to be full of joy and unforgettable memories? How dare he do this to you and ruin a night that was about celebrating you? You shouldn’t be crying over him at your birthday party.

You deserve better than that.

Taking a deep breath, you freshen up your makeup and recite a pep talk in your head. This might be the worst pain your heart has ever endured, but you deserve to enjoy the night no matter what and that’s exactly what you’re going to try to do.

Starting now.

As you step back out to the bar, you focus on everything but the gaping hole Mat has left on the night. The closer you get to where your friends are gathered, you spot a beautifully decorated cake sitting on the tabletop.

“Y/N!” Your best friend calls out, waving you over with a beaming smile. It all happens in slow motion. Taking your place behind the cake with the candles lit waiting for you to make a wish. Everyone circling around and singing happy birthday to you. As you blow out the candles and make a wish amid the loud roar of applause, all you can think about is what’s missing. About who is missing.

The tall, brunette hockey player whose hazel eyes are always soft with admiration around you.

You miss him even through the pain he’s caused tonight. But you savor every moment with your friends until it’s time to go home. After all the hugs, happy birthday wishes and goodbyes, you check your phone before gathering the gifts everyone brought. Still not a single text or call from Mat.

That’s the moment you know.

This is it.

You can’t dedicate yourself to a relationship just to not be cherished by a man who is too caught up in his own world to remember something as simple as your birthday. You deserve a better love than this.

The moment your apartment door closes behind you, a ringing fills the silence. Your phone. The screen is lit up with a picture of you and Mat after an Isles game, one of the first you attended as his girlfriend. You don’t overlook the fact that it took him all night to call. The party's over now and you know answering this call is going to result in him apologizing for not being there.

“Mat,” You say curtly when the call connects. Tears prick at your eyes again, but you push the emotions back in an effort to get through this conversation without breaking down.

“Y/N,” Mat breathes out, his tone heavy but you can’t identify with what emotion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

And that’s when you told him. Even though he was the right person, it was the wrong time and you couldn’t do this anymore. If you happen to run into him at some point in the future, the door isn’t closed on the possibility of being together again.

For right now though, you bid the great love you had with Mathew Barzal goodbye.

~~~~

It all happens in slow motion.

The DJ’s voice booms through the speakers in the ballroom announcing for the crowd to welcome Mr. and Mrs. Barzal to the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. The fairy lights twinkle while the sound of steady applause and loud cheers erupt all around you. The familiar feeling of another’s hand, his hand, in yours somehow makes the smile on your face even brighter.

You know this is the moment. The moment you’ve been dreaming of since you were a little girl, planning out the perfect song selection and wondering what your future husband would look like. The moment you watched in countless movies with stars in your eyes, waiting for the day you would get to experience that magical occasion.

Never in a million years would you have thought a professional hockey player with a heart of gold would’ve been the man you fall for and decide to spend the rest of your life with.

Yet, it feels like each step you take towards the dance floor hand in hand with the love of your life is slower and slower.

“You okay, love?” Mat whispers, pulling you in towards him as the soft notes of the carefully selected song begin to play. Your arms settle over his shoulders as you meet his gaze that’s full of nothing but adoration.

“More than okay. Just can’t believe today is real. That this dance is really happening right now.” You admit as a blush spreads across your cheeks.

The smile that blossoms across Mat’s face is a sight that you never ever want to forget. He’s looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, pure happiness on display across his handsome facial features. For the millionth time, you wonder how you are lucky enough to be the one who gets to love him for the rest of your lives.

“Well, I can confirm that today is very real and we are in fact dancing to our dream first dance song in front of everyone who cares about us.” Mat says happily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he continues to lead you around the dance floor. “But I can also confirm that it’s a little unreal that we’re married now and I love you more than anything else in this entire world.”

Without either of you saying a word, you both know why this feels unbelievable. That fateful night a few years ago where Mat missed your birthday celebration and everything came crashing down in an instant. Then, you never could’ve predicted this is where you’d end up in the future. But you’re so grateful that it worked out the way it did.

You’re married to Mat. The man of your dreams. The one who has won your heart and made your life brighter by just existing. It’s both a shock but the best thing to ever happen to you.

“What are you thinking about?” Mat asks softly, lips brushing your temple as you continue to sway together.

“This used to feel like a distant dream after everything that happened. But I’m so glad everything worked out in our favor because this is all I’ve ever wanted since we met.” You whisper, looking up at him. His hazel eyes are soft with love and your heart skips a beat just looking at him. Your husband.

“I never told you, but that was the moment I knew.” Mat replies, voice quiet but full of emotion. “That was when I knew you were the only one for me. I had a pretty good idea before everything happened, which was all my fault, but losing you like that was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. Not having you by my side was my new worst nightmare and my heart was completely broken. But I knew when you ended the call that night, you were my everything and I was an idiot for messing it up. I knew being with you after that would be a stretch, but I am still eternally grateful that we found our way back to each other and are here right now.”

Shock ripples through you as Mat’s admission processes in your mind. Through all these years, he’s never given an inkling that he went through all that pain after the breakup that night. But knowing that moment was when he realized he loved you more than anything and would do anything to get you back made a wave of emotions hit you all at once.

You raise a hand to his cheek and gently rub a thumb across his skin. Tears prick at the back of your eyes as you gaze at him. How lucky are you that the love of your life came back to you? After all the pain that happened from that one night, he learned from it, became a better person and brought the love you both deserve to life?

“Me too, you have no idea.” You murmur, an adoring smile blooming across your lips before leaning in to kiss Mat as if no one was watching.

Cheers erupt from the crowd watching the two of you dance which pulls you back to the present. The last notes of the song fade out and Mat spins you around just to finish the dance with a dramatic dip before kissing you once again. Nothing but pure happiness and love surrounds you as you try to commit every detail of this moment to memory.

“Want to know something?” You ask Mat while reaching for his hand to continue dancing as the space around you fills up with the guests who want to join in on the fun.

“Always, baby.”

“This is the moment I know that I will be incredibly happy and loved for the rest of my life. Because I’m with you.”

And there you are, standing in your wedding dress with red lipstick on and everyone around you singing along to the song blasting through the speakers as the person who means the most to you stays by your side all night. The gold band on his left hand glittering in the light is a constant reminder that nothing is missing. In fact, it couldn’t be more perfect.

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rd0265667 · 2 months ago

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Giselle as your girlfriend

Aespa GF HC

✰See, you think you’re going to get this cool, effortlessly chic rapper girl?

✰You are. But you’re also getting a sleep-deprived crackhead that sends you TikTok’s at 3am and calls that “communication.”

✰She didn’t even confess to you, she just…never left

✰After hanging out a few times, suddenly she’s on your couch, hogging the blanket, stealing your snacks like she pays rent, calling you “babe” like you’ve been married for years

✰When you try to clarify, she shoves a chicken nugget in your mouth and says, “shh, my partner wouldn’t ask silly questions.”

✰You will never stop laughing. From sarcasm, witty comments, or anything under the sun, Giselle has a unique talent of making you break down with laughter

✰She’s a walking contradiction. One minute she quotes Nietzsche, the next she’s singing SpongeBob songs in whatever accent tickles her fancy

✰“I’m actually really deep,” She says, while wearing mismatched socks and a hoodie that says “I cry during tax season.”

✰Her texts are either novels or a single emoji

✰Does not know how to send a normal selfie. You ask for a selfie, you get 12 angles of her chin + a voice memo of her screaming as she gets chased by Ning for pranking her again

✰Well, it’s that or a picture of her face too close to the camera with the caption, “mlem”

✰Sends you voice note that starts with “I miss you.” Ends with her choking on her drink, kicking the table that she tripped over, then complaining that her foot hurts

✰Will FaceTime you from the floor, under a blanket, whispering, “I am the sadness burrito. Validate me.”

✰Constantly tries to convince you that she’s the normal one

✰“Babe you’re being weird.” (She’s wearing sunglasses indoors and talking to the toaster)

✰Drops random philosophy in the middle of watching SpongeBob

“Do you ever think Squidward represents late-stage capitalism?” “Babe it’s 1AM.” “Exactly. Squidward’s probably still working.”

✰As a girlfriend, she’s actually very thoughtful, remembering the smallest stuff about you. Like you mention a favourite snack as a kid, and boom, she tracks it down on some random site

✰She loves physical touch but refuses to admit it.

✰She’ll come sit next to you and be like, “Move, it’s cold.” When she’s doing that literally just so she can hold your hand

✰Loves lying on top of you like a human blanket. Claims it’s for “warmth regulation.” Lies. It’s because she’s clingy

✰Will never admit that she’s clingy, but then try to throw hands if you leave the bed without warning.

“Where are you going?” “The bathroom.” “Wow, okay, just abandon your wife, I see how it is.”

✰Her petnames start ironically.

“Come on snuggle muffin” “Don’t you sass me, toasty nugget.”

✰She eventually forgets that it was ironic. You’re now her toasty nugget, permenantly.

✰She likes to roast you but if anyone else tries to do it?

“Haha, you’re kinda dumb-HEY WHAT DID YOU SAY DO YOU WANT TO DIE?”

✰Challenges you to dance battles in empty parking lots

✰Will drag you into them, and doesn’t care if you’re good

“It’s just for the vibes babe.”

✰She insists on pushing the cart at the grocery store and then rides it like a knight riding a horse into battle. You pretend not to know her.

✰When at the grocery store, she gets into frequent arguments with you about which pasta has the most “sexy energy”.

✰She shows love in a way only Giselle could. She sends you memes, bullies you, engulfs your life in physical chaos, then once in awhile, while she’s lying on your chest or like resting on your shoulder, she whispers, “Hey…just so you know, I really love you. You’re my favourite person so like, don’t blow up.”

✰Then she immediately follows it up with a fart noise then runs away. While laughing at her fart noise.

✰Her wallpaper is her with you in a chokehold because of course it is.

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jamiepaige · 8 months ago

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Constant Companions Closeup #3: ROT FOR CLOUT

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WHAT'S going on guys, welcome back to another Constant Companions Closeup, the show where we take a DEEP DIVE into what makes these tunes tick! Last episode, we went aaaaaall the way there on Not Quite There, and today, we're making that liggity-line go up up up up up with ROT FOR CLOUT featuring VISUALEYES!! Before we get started, remember to SMASH that like button, SLAM subscribe, and FUCK the bell icon. This week's community challenge: leave your credit card info in the comments! Bet you won't!

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I check my notifications way too fucking much. It's a habit I'm trying to curb, and to my credit, I am doing better lately, but being chemically predisposed to dopamine deficiencies has done a number on my ability to go five minutes without checking the funny glowing numbers on my phone. Naturally, I also very much seek more validation than I should from the opinions of strangers yadayadayada yeah that's what the song is about but none of that actually has to do with why I started writing this song in the first place.

Have you ever taken a flight with American Airlines?

This was after waking up at 4 in the morning to fly out of Houston thinking I'd be napping on a couch in Ohio by 2 pm at the latest.

I want to make one thing clear here, and that's that I made this bed for myself. Tucked the sheets in and all. You see, on the rare occasions I fly, I normally take Southwest. Southwest does not overbook flights like a lot of other airlines do, so it's a practice I am mostly unfamiliar with. So, when I received a notification on my phone promising genuinely ridiculous amounts of flight credit money in exchange for taking a slightly later flight, I thought - well, shit! That sounds nice!

This is how they trick you. I didn't really realize I'd been tricked until I was on my second flight of the day, sitting in a middle seat at the very back of the plane, heading from Dallas, a city I don't live in, to Washington, DC, a city I was not trying to get to, staring down the barrel of another flight I was destined to get on that had been delayed like two fucking hours.

I became the Joker. All I could do to remain sane was write a song about it. This is how ROT FOR CLOUT came to be.

I guess the moral of the story is this: Don't go to Ohio. And to answer your question,

Yes I am

Not really

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This is a complete sidenote but I want to mention it here: I'm genuinely overjoyed at the amount of people excitedly talking about my songwriting or the intention behind my lyrics. For a long time, it really felt like lyricism was the last thing people cared about from me, while it was always the thing I wanted to take pride in the most... So genuinely, thank you everyone for caring!! Every single fire emoji people have put next to a line I've written has extended my lifespan by multiple years

There's a brief little moment where the song's chords leave the key, doing a really stereotypically jazzy 2-5 movement, and it's one of my favorite parts of the entire song. I'm not really a music theory buff or anything, and I'm certainly not formally trained, but I've always been very passionate about more complicated harmony in otherwise poppy and accessible contexts - bo en's album pale machine really rewrote my brain when I first heard it.

On that note, there are microtones in the vocal melody - During the chorus, some of the rapidly repeated words move up in quarter tones! Possibly the simplest way I could've included microtonality, but I'm genuinely afraid if I learn more than what I already know about it I'll be lost to the darkness.

Obviously, the work of Sasuke Haraguchi was a massive influence on this song, particularly the song Igaku. I think basically everyone on the entire planet has picked up on that at this point, but I do also wanna point out some other songs that were on my mind at the time! (two for three on these posts mentioning louis cole now)

I'd also like to take a moment to spotlight the vocal samples on this! They previously appeared on エビチャーハン!, and they've honestly become some of my favorite samples to throw in things. They're also just a fucking goldmine sincerely

Finally, HUGE thanks to Visualeyes for the delightful synth solo on this!! I had put out a call on Twitter looking for instrumentalists, genuinely originally envisioning a super jazzy piano solo, but their synth playing genuinely brought the whole song together perfectly!

That's about it for this song - though again, if there are any more questions people have, I'd be happy to answer them in the replies to this post or elsewhere!! (*ahem*) THAT'S gonna do it for today's video, folks! Feel free to leave a like, comment, hit the subscribe button for more and click the bell so you don't miss any new videos. Tomorrow? I Wish That I Could Fall. it hurts.

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