#AND AND AND DEJA VU I THINK OF THEM EVERY TIME I HEAR THE SONG

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everyone shut up Story in Our Scars is on my brain

i am very normal

[m00nsbaby]

BABES HEAR ME OUT- Ever heard of the song "the moon will sing" by the crane wives?

I was wondering if I could get "I loved you like the sun; with no light of my own, I shine only with the light you gave me"? With the moonboys 🥺💗

I CRIED???? Y'ALL NEED TO STOP SENDING ME SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE THE BABIES BECAUSE I CRY LIKE AN IDIOTLKSDJFKLG

I LOVED THIS ONE, HERE WE GO

The moon will sing.

Moon system x reader.

Tags & warnings. A bit of angst (you know me), fluff and some self steem problems.

Word count. 2.4k

Summary.

I loved you like the sun; with no light of my own, I shine only with the light you gave me.

Over time, you came to understand that this couldn't be, at least not in a romantic sense, but you had no problem accepting that the four of you worked incredibly well as best friends.

You loved them, and there was no greater reward than seeing how your love had been a significant support in their lives. Sometimes, there's nothing like watching the love of your life grow. However, no matter how hard you worked, there was something they still couldn't shake.

But the silver lining was that many times, they just needed a little reassurance.

In Steven's case, it was always his memory.

As it turns out, Steven, for logical reasons, didn't remember much of his life, and he never really thought about it until now when he was in this strange balance with Marc and Jake. Even though the three of them stood thinking, "Hey, this is better than how I felt in the past," there were things in his head that they never expressed because sometimes comfort gives you a false sense that you shouldn't complain about your current situation.

That you should be grateful.

And Steven Grant was thankful for many things. He was grateful for Marc and Jake, grateful for you, grateful for his life, and even grateful for Gus's new friend. So when throughout the day he heard or saw something that triggered a false deja vu, he suppressed the urge to cry, knowing that it was probably a memory of Marc that he wasn't identifying correctly.

Much of his life was spent questioning what had been real and what was a product of his imagination.

"Listen, listen," you whispered, looking at him intently.

Both of you were sitting on his carpet right in front of the sofa, your backs against the couch and your shoulders touching.

You were introducing Steven to the magic of Green Day, and he was the only one who could tolerate your habit of pausing every song to say, 'this is the best part,' in a short 3-minute period.

Well, this one was really the best part. The build-up during the 'Til then I walk alone' always gave you shivers, and it did the same for him, but for a completely different reason.

It was silly to think that a young Marc Spector, unsupervised and burdened with a thousand problems to deal with, didn't take advantage of every opportunity to distract himself in any way he could, like at parties.

In 2004, at just 16 years old, "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" was one of those things that made you say, "Woah, this is definitely the best thing humanity has ever created." It was at one of those ridiculous parties that Billie Joe Armstrong figuratively opened his eyes.

Suddenly, Steven wasn't with you anymore. He was on an uncomfortable couch surrounded by cigarette smoke, and the taste of beer lingered in his mouth. He could deal with the memory, but not with the flood of feelings that hit him like a runaway truck. The feeling of being a lost child, without parents, without friends, without his brother, and without any desire, fighting not to sink as the days went by.

Sometimes, it was a good reminder of how much of an anchor he was for Marc.

He ripped out his earpiece before the song could finish, and he looked at you with fear. You furrowed your brow, confused but not as detached from the situation as you had been in the past. It wasn't the first time.

"Steven? Are you okay?" you whispered, putting your phone aside to look at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I…," he stammered, closing his eyes for a few seconds just to catch his breath. "It was a… It's nothing."

You placed your hand on his cheek to seek his gaze, and he immediately melted at your touch, his head tilting toward your hand like a puppy seeking affection.

"What happened?"

"I… I remembered."

Oh, so that was it.

You nodded slowly, and your arms slid around his shoulders, he hugged you by the waist to pull you closer to his body. You learned with time that Steven's love language was physical touch.

You felt him squeeze harder with his arms, and his forehead rested on your shoulder.

"It's okay if you want to cry," you knew he was holding back.

Like clockwork, you felt your T-shirt getting wet from his tears.

"I can't anymore," he whispered with difficulty, his body experiencing small spasms from crying. "I can't anymore, I don't know what's… I don't know," he stammered, and you nodded slowly.

"I understand." The position was uncomfortable, but you weren't willing to let go. "I understand, Steven."

"I don't know what's real, I don't know." He took a deep breath. "I was at… at some kind of party," he tried to laugh at his silly memory while sniffing.

"And were they listening to Green Day? It sounds like fun," you joked back with a slight smile, your fingers combing his curls to your liking. "Marc definitely had a Green Day phase."

You managed to make him laugh, even with his difficulty in breathing.

"Maybe," you whispered, trying to get his attention again. "We can talk to him; he'll help you remember."

"He doesn't like to talk about it."

You moved away just enough to look him in the face. Your hands traveled from his shoulders to his cheeks, which you squeezed with your fingers while giving him a small smile.

"He'll understand," you whispered, the tip of your nose brushing against his. Finally, you saw him smile back.

"Do you think so?"

"I do," you confirmed, wrinkling your nose at him affectionately.

For Marc, it all depended on embracing his inner child, both literally and symbolically, the one who was always scared and never knew how to express it.

The sound of one of his crystal glasses shattering made you look up from the sofa. He was looking at the floor in annoyance, and within seconds, you heard a second crash, him hitting the nearest wall.

"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly. You sighed heavily and got up to go to the kitchen.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I… yeah," he said, looking at his hand, which had a cut on the palm. You could hear his heavy breathing, his chest rising and falling in front of your eyes.

"Calm down."

"I am calm," he replied immediately, looking at the juice stain on the floor.

"Marc, it's okay." The glass crunched under your shoe, and you almost gave him a nervous tic. You were making an even bigger mess; you were going to get him in trouble.

But with whom?

Who was going to punish him?

"Look at that." Your voice was soft, and he found it ridiculous how your expression wrinkled in concern when you noticed the cut on his hand.

He'd been impaled once; this was nothing.

"It doesn't hurt."

You ignored him, placing your hand under his to bring it closer to your face. Your other hand removed the tiny shard of glass stuck in his skin, and he hissed; it hurt a little, just a little.

Very little.

"Come on, let me…" You whispered, bringing his hand with you. This time, his shoes completed the mess beneath both of you. You turned on the sink and held his hand under the water.

He stayed still, obedient to you. He could feel the rhythm of his heart slowing down.

He watched as you put soap in his palm and then rubbed it with yours as if he were washing his hands himself. It stung, but he paid little attention when you were so close. The genuine concern you felt for him made Marc's stomach turn; this hadn't happened to him before.

The blood stopped flowing within seconds; it wasn't anything serious, just as he had thought.

"Do you think you need a band-aid?"

He thought you were teasing him until he saw you smile with your characteristic tenderness. He slowly shook his head, not knowing what to say.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and you did the same.

"Oh, that."

"Take off your shoes." He moved to the dry part of the floor, doing as he had asked you to do. His tone was so gentle that your smile unconsciously grew on your face.

This was the point you wanted to reach with him.

"Let me pick up the glass, okay? Get a towel to dry this."

And together, as if they were on a children's show, you cleaned up the mess Marc had caused, without raising your voices or arguing.

"Do you want to choose the movie for tonight?" You gave him a little nudge with your shoulder as both of you finished washing your hands, and he pushed you back in the same playful manner.

"I thought that was a given." It's amazing how quickly you can forget your mistakes when no one scares you for making them.

You were willing to stay as long as it took for Marc to understand that accidents were just that—accidents. If only someone had told him that many years ago.

The rest of the night passed as if nothing had happened. He hugged your shoulders, and you ate popcorn from the bowl resting on his stomach. Marc chose the worst action movie you had ever seen, but you enjoyed his silly comments as well as his laughter when the effects were terrible.

A broken glass wasn't the end of the world; it never was.

Topics with Jake were always deeper, both literally and symbolically; the conversations you had about the existence of human beings always seemed like a philosophy class.

Because unfortunately, he still had trouble feeling like a person with autonomy, not just an extension of Marc and Steven's needs.

He wasn't just a tool.

"I don't understand why they need another room." He looked around with a furrowed brow, still not sure how you managed to get rid of all the clutter in that room.

It was completely empty, except for an old desk that Steven refused to get rid of. It was the perfect space.

"For you."

"Huh?" He looked at you as if you were crazy.

"For you. I talked to Steven and Marc, and they both agree that you deserve to have a space for yourself that isn't your car."

He rolled his eyes.

"I don't spend that much time in my car."

"Steven says you like the car more than him."

He thought about it for a moment.

"Well, that's true."

This time, you rolled your eyes.

"But…" He continued. "It's not necessary. I'm sure Steven's books would make better use of the space. Why do I need a room?"

"For listening to music? Reading? Watching those dramatic afternoon novelas? Watching pornogr…”

"Fine! I get it!" He wasn't thrilled with the idea. You could see it as he continued to look around the room, not sure if he was planning something or simply disdainful of the idea.

"Do you like it?"

"No."

He was the most difficult person you knew; that wasn't a surprise. But he gradually warmed up to the idea, especially when you brought him two different posters, each with a completely different painting printed on them.

Café Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh.

Vs.

Las Meninas by Diego Velazquez.

It took him hours to decide; every now and then, he would stop to look at the paintings and examine every detail.

"Did you know…" He caught your attention as you organized some books on the desk, new books he had chosen. "Van Gogh didn't sign this painting?" He pointed at the poster, and you looked up to analyze it as if you were going to refute it. "Historians know it's his because he mentioned it in letters before."

Well, that was something you didn't know.

Steven probably said he knew it from the headspace.

"I had no idea."

"I think I'll go with that one."

"Then that's the one."

And so began the extensive collection of meaningless decorations on the walls of Jake's new room. He had a thousand photos with no order, pictures of Marc and Steven (anyone who walked into the room would think he just had very high self-esteem), pictures of you, cats he saw on the street, his car or cars he thought were cool but would never be his.

He had photos of the moon and Queen posters. Papers that made him look like one of those hoarders from the reality shows you watched with Steven, because when he realized he could find a bit of his reality in the smallest things, he didn't stop.

A parking meter ticket, some from the corner convenience store where he bought spicy potato chips that painted his fingers red, the wrapper from one of his favorite candies, some tickets from different movies at the cinema, that note you left on the passenger seat wishing him a good day.

The collection was so extensive that you'd probably never finish listing it.

Oh, he also had a shopping list from Steven.

He never thanked you out loud, but the fact that he started using the space was enough for you. Ah, and the way he lifted you in his arms to make you laugh.

"Jake! No, no, no!" Your legs were wrapped around his hips, your fingers gripping his shoulders.

"You're amazing, you know that, cariño?"

"Why?"

"Just because you are." He kissed your entire face, oh, never the lips; he didn't cross that boundary even though the temptation was constant, especially when your huge eyes fixed on him in this way, your forehead resting against his.

"Just because you are." He repeated with the same smile.

The truth was, neither Steven, nor Marc, nor Jake had much in mind about what their life was like before you, and that's why they were afraid to think about what it would be like without you in it.

Maybe that was why they were so afraid to take that extra step, why they enjoyed your love the way they did, without giving you the exchange you deserved.

What if it didn't work out? Could they live with the memory of how well you had treated them?

What were they before you?

And what would they be if you weren't there?

None of them wanted to imagine it.

So every night, Steven held you tighter, praying that you would never realize that you deserved more than this, more than fixing someone broken; Marc told you stories you had heard before, as a way to let you know how much he cared, how confident he was that if someone wouldn't judge him, it was you; and Jake kept buying your favorite chocolates as if that would be enough to keep you, oh, and sometimes he kept the wrappers.

If you ever decided to leave, those would be proof that you were once with them.

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this one wasn't that bad, right?

[slickchickchocolatier]

S E 7 E N : R E C K O N I N G P A R T 1 N E

WARNINGS: Religious references (both accurate and inaccurate), mentions of cannibalism, rape, murder, grotesque deaths, demons, angels, heaven and hell, conspiracy, abuse of authority, cruelty behavior, sinister and sadistic main character, threats of death, threats towards women, time travel, sexual fantasies, religious/sacrificial death/offering, God, the Devil, 7 o Princes of Hell, 7 Deadly Sins.

The text in purple are song lyrics.

The next day, you woke up as usual and conducted your regular routine. You showered and found yourself staring in a daze as the water coats your body. 

‘Tomorrow…..tomorrow I will no longer be here…I'll no longer be alive....’

You felt like crying…you felt like screaming…you felt like running and releasing every inch of emotional energy you could think of. 

But you couldn’t…your body froze internally and you couldn’t think let alone feel. 

‘Lily….is this how you felt? No wonder you were so stoic…poor girl….it wasn’t your fault….it really wasnt….we really…are just two moths that were drawn to the flame…and burned.’

You finished up and made a cup of tea, nothing out of the ordinary….nothing. 

Maybe this was all a dream…a nightmare…maybe you’ll wake up any moment and look past all this. Maybe this was just a test, or a cruel joke…there has to be a rational explanation…people like Lily and yourself…just regular and innocent people…they can’t die like this….

Sipping on your cup, you looked at the phone Niki gave you. Reaching over to it, you opened up the contacts list and subtly released a breath.

Hitting the number displayed, you hold the phone to your ear and your insides felt light as the familiar tone of the line ringing came back to you in a manner that felt like deja vu. 

It had been so long, what with cell phones being banned, and you never did own or invest a landline, it was somewhat pointless considering after Lily had died, you hadn’t felt the need to reach out and talk to anyone…who was there to even call? You hadn’t really gotten to know anyone else, everyone had changed and became stagnant in the comfort of their own homes….they were too scared to live, out of fear that whatever they did, it would be considered a sin….your parents including....especially considering you never joined the cult.

When the line picks up, your heart sank upon hearing your fathers voice….

“Hello?”

‘It’s been too long…far too long.’

“P-papa?”

“….y/n!…my girl…where are you calling from? How are you able to....did you buy a landline phone?”

Tears streamed down your face, you couldn’t help it. 

“N…no…I um….and using a friends phone.”

“Y/n….don’t…don’t be putting yourself at risk! You need to be careful, who is this friend? Are they apart of the organization? Is it a landline? Cell phones are banned, you know that…” 

“I know…..but….I had to call…I have to tell you something…”

He stayed silent on the other end.

You filled the air with the stuttering cries as they slowly escaped your lips…you tried your best to maintain composure….you really did....for the sake of your parents...you tried to be strong for them.

“Daddy….tomorrow…..I…” you paused as you raised your hand and covered your mouth for a second as you began sobbing. “Im going to die tomorrow….”

You heard nothing but a long unsteady sigh as it became evident that he was choking up his own sobs.

“……so it’s true then….your mother and I heard about you being selected….we kept telling ourselves that it wasn’t true…not you….there was no way that my daughter could have been selected…..you’ve never done anything….like Lily….” 

Upon him mentioning your best friends name, you winced your eyes as you started to cry aloud. 

He also began sobbing and for a moment, no words were exchanged as you both cried. 

“How can this happen?….my girl please tell me that there was some sort of mistake…please tell me that it wasn’t your name on the message….not my daughter…not my y/n…” he cries out. 

You built up your composure as you started to talk again. 

“Papa…please listen to me….I’m sure…I’m sure you and mama are not going to watch it go down….but I know you’re going to hear about it….just know…if I don’t die by the angels…..just know that I’ll always love you and mama and my siblings…I don’t know what exactly is going to happen but…”

“What do you mean? Are you saying there’s a chance you’re not going to die??” There was a slight bit of confusion and hope in his voice. 

“…….yes…well…sort of…..I will die either way but…I just…”

“……y/n…..what’s going on?…..do you have something to tell me?” His tone was steady. 

You looked out your window and closed your eyes for a moment, the warm tears escape through your closed lids as you took in a steady breath before continuing…

“I….I made a deal….with someone that…that says he’ll save me….but in return…I have to go with him…” 

“………”

Everything went silent for a moment before your father panicked his words. 

“W-what are you saying? Y/n what is going on? What is this person you’re talking about? Is he a part of the organization? Does he work for the Senator?” 

“…….no……”

“……then who?….who is he…who did you make this deal with?”

“......The Devil....I made a deal with the Devil….”

……………..

You broke down and sobbed louder than you ever had, even more so than when Lily had passed. He didn’t say anything but his silence said it all.

“I-I’m sorry papa….I don’t know….I don’t know how to explain it…..the past 6 days I’ve learned so much and yet I know nothing…I’m so confused and I don’t know what’s going to happen.” You gasped out in between sobbing pants. 

“Please….please papa tell me what to do…say something because I need my father more than ever right now….please…I don’t know what to do or how to feel…”

“……..I don’t know what to say…..i….how? Y/n….the Devil? Have you gone crazy? Why are you talking that way? Why would you say this? Do you know what they would do to you if they heard you right now??I’m sure it was just a mad man you spoke to but still….you can’t say something like that….”

“It’s true though….papa it wasn’t a mad man…he really was…..I’m just….please understand that tomorrow if I don’t die by the angels…..please just know that I did what I did….not because I’m afraid to die…I am but I was more than willing to accept it… I made the deal because if in the case….if he does come for me….you…mom…and the rest of the world will be safe again…..everything will go back to normal…..I’m willing to make that sacrifice….please just know that.”

He remained silent. You’re not sure if he was angry, disappointed or confused…maybe all of the above. 

“…..your mother just walked in….you should talk to her….but don’t mention anything that you just told me….”

Handing the phone over to your mother, the familiar sound of her voice made you break down all over again, as did she. 

You abided by your fathers demand and didn’t say anything about your deal with Heeseung….but you did confirm about being selected when she had asked. She fell to pieces, her cries could be heard in the background as your father takes the phone and continues the conversation. 

“…….we love you….we always have…we had wished that you would have joined the organization but after witnessing what happened with Lily…..I suspect that sin or no sin…we are all doomed….I just never would have wanted for you to go before us….y/n….”

“I know……I’m sorry papa. Please know.....I never did anything…I’m not perfect but I truly lived life and represented you well as your daughter…just know that….”

“I know my girl….I know…”

With deep sighs and breaths of teary gasps, you finally had to end the conversation after finding yourself unable to bear any more. 

“I love you so much. Always know that, you and mama…”

“We know….we love you too….I wish we could see you….please…..please know we love you so much…..”

It took numerous tries to hang up as you found it hard to let go, as did he. Finally, unable to cope and hear your voice any longer, you heard your father sob as he clicked the phone off. 

You sat and merely kept the phone next to your ear for a minute or two….silently sobbing.

‘…..I don’t know how…I don’t know why this is happening….all I know…all I feel is that six days ago…far away I heard the call…of a heart that sang a song like mine…it’s melody drew near and suddenly, we were in perfect harmony. I know that it beckons to me…from a land that’s not part of this world…yet I know I must follow…wherever it leads me….wisdom only comes with time. The road to love is paved with broken hearts. If I am to reach my goal, and protect those that are dear to me…I must stake everything, in my true destiny, no matter what the price…’

As you mentally issued your internal will, you stepped out to your balcony and took in the sight of the wide sky before you. 

‘Should I just jump off to my death? What will happen timid I died prematurely? I’ve thought about it so many times but then….if I did that…if in the chance he and his brothers are for real…would he still come and get rid of the angels? Or would he abandon everything because I abandoned it first? What would happen to my family? I’m left with no choice but to take the risk and die by either their hands…or his…’

Resting your forearms against the rail, you gazed down from the third floor your apartment raised on. You admired how everything looked so small, the people, the cars, and the trees. 

‘Is this what everything would look like from Heaven? If I had died and became a part of Gods kingdom, would I have been an Angel? Would I be able to fly and look at the view of the world from above?’ 

As you relaxed into the pensive composure of your mindful thoughts, you didn’t realize or hear the sound of your front door opening. 

The last thing you had seen was the clear blue sky….before a shadow of darkness coated your entire head and you felt the forceful grip restraining your body as they dragged you away from your apartment. You kicked and screamed. You heard their voices as one issued out orders to hurry up and take you into the vehicle, where you were driven away. 

You don’t know how long of a drive it was. After succumbing to exhaustion from trying to break free, you felt them tie your feet and hands together, practically throwing you in what you assumed was the back seat as you felt the leather seating and the seatbelt buckles. 

“We have her…...right.”  You heard the unfamiliar voice…assuming he was speaking into a phone. 

“We are to take her into the church, she is to stay there for the night.” The voice issues, followed by an acknowledge response from what you assumed was the driver, based off what you could gather from their conversation. 

‘The..church?’ 

With whatever energy you had, you attempted to struggle yourself free upon feeling them removing you from the vehicle, and dragging you away. 

You felt the stone tiles beneath your bare feet as they took you in to a massive room, or so you think as the echoes of your cries as well as their foot steps sang throughout the entire area. 

Taking you up a series of stairs, you were picked up as you felt multiple hands grab you and elevate you from the ground as they carried you. 

Finally, after being carried away, they threw you on to the stone cold floor, rather roughy as you felt the pain of landing on your shoulder and hips without any motion to break the fall. 

“Is this her?” A woman’s voice emerged. 

“Yes.”

“Hmph….a witch indeed.” 

‘…..witch?’ 

Removing the bag that was placed over your head, you saw the elder woman studying you as the group of men depart. 

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny. There are guard everywhere and I will have no issues in calling them should you not follow my orders….you filthy whore.”

Glaring at the woman, you studied the room as it looked to appear as some sort of dungeon. The walls and floors were all made of stone tile just as you suspected. The windows were all barricaded by metal bars without any glass, and the only furnishings that existed was a small wooden table, chair, and a pile of hay straw off in the corner. 

“Where am I?” You asked in a deep and steady tone.

“You are in the Ecclesia Sanctorum, the church of Holy Saints. Your execution tomorrow will be on full display for the entire world to view, since you are the most offensive sinner that has yet to die at the hands of Gods holy soldiers.”

You blinked and paused your shifting gaze as you looked into her eyes. 

“What?”

“Are you deaf as well?” She speaks harshly. “You are to be cleansed and prepped here before we take you to the location of where the angels will come to execute you. A priest will attend to your final prayers. You will be an example to all, as the greatest sinner.”

“You…you people are sick….there’s something wrong with all of you…can’t you see that this is wrong?” You spat out as you glared back at her. 

“Sounds like something a witch would say…how dare you plague Gods own country with your evil  filth…disgusting piece of trash.” She grits out before she exits the room. 

Bind by the ties that restrained you, you shifted yourself free and quickly made way to one of the portholes that allowed you to view the outside. 

Looking out through the metal bars, you realized based off the entire view of the city, that the church you were in was the largest amongst all in the entire area. 

From afar, in the middle of the main road, a large platform was being put together, resembling a stage for a concert or performance. Yet you knew it was far from being an entertainment setting…at least for you. 

Looking around, there was no way for you to escape. You were too high up, the windows barred, and the door was locked securely. The slight bit of voices on the other side of it made you aware that the elder woman was not bluffing about guards remaining spread throughout the church. 

As night fell, you sat on the stone tile directly center in the prison space they had locked locked you in. The discomfort didn’t matter, from where you sat, a clear view of the moon could be seen at the angle from where you positioned yourself. Your knees remained close together slightly propped up for you to rest your forearms on as you dipped your head low. 

‘This….is really my last night alive…in this cold and dark room….in this church….this....prison....'

You dipped in and out of consciousness as you slept on and off. It was still awfully dark outside, the moon and stars remained in full view when that abrasive woman came back with a small group of younger women trailing behind her. They had to be in their mid to older teen years, all of them adorning the same black attire with the badge of the cult symbol. Their hair all tied in a tight bun. 

“Hmm…prescribing the last bit of your witchcraft? Pitiful…” she scoffs out as she notices you sitting on the stone floor, facing the secured porthole in front.

“Clean her body, prepare her for the ceremony but make sure you cleanse yourselves afterwards. No matter how much you scrub her down, her body will still be filthy, don’t let it rub off on you.” The woman scolds out as you watched each young woman nod timidly. 

They grabbed you and stood you up. Taking you into the next room, passing by a series of security guards, they positioned you in the center of an old washing station. It surprised you that it still worked, yet the water was cold….too cold. 

You winced in pain as the cold water felts as if it was piercing through your skin, and the harsh scrubbing of their bristled pads were applied roughly as each young woman cleansed your naked body with old ivory bar soaps, and dried you with a rough cloth. 

Taking you back into the room you remained in throughout the night, one girl brings in a single white fabric, appeared to be made of chiffon. It was a long skirt that touched the floor and trailed behind as you walked. It was terribly long and the deep high slit on the right side didn’t provide much cover considering you didn’t have any undergarments on. 

They left your breasts exposed, at the mercy of your long hair to cover it so long as it remained in place. 

With a crown made of Azaleas, which according to what you overheard from the elder woman, was a sacred flower in the Bible, they placed it atop your thatch of silky strands as the subtle waves of your hair draped passed your shoulders and chest. Your ankles and wrists were adorned with brass cuffs, all of which contained a single loop ring. There was a type of  Biblical scripture that decorated them, though you had no idea what it entailed. 

“Hmm…you look angelic…but we all know that that’s part of your evil charm.” The elder woman exclaims. Upon closer inspection of her badge, she was one of the lead regulators within the cult. 

“What is all this? What’s going on?” You asked in frustration as you remained scantily dressed. The long skit was transparent, despite the layers of chiffon fabric, it remained see through as the silhouette of your hips and legs could clearly be made out. Your entire right leg and thigh fully exposed as you moved from the lengthy slit.

“Your execution will be in our history books. You are to die wearing only the white cloth and the holy flowers that is close to God, it will show the public that even after living a life filled with sin, we the organization, take every preparation into consideration to ensure your passage to his holy rightful judgment, that we aid in saving your soul….it will help the Senator in his mission to gain the trust of the world….”

You scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me….your ‘organization’ is nothing but a hypocritical joke…your Senator is a criminal and you all are too blind to be aware of it. Whatever makes you feel better about yourselves and sleep at night…right?” You spat out with a glare as you watched the elder woman restrain herself from striking you down. 

“You tainted…evil bitch. If you weren’t set to die I'd kill you myself…” she grits between her teeth. 

“Go ahead! You and your Senator are nothing but a disgrace to humanity! You’re using me, and all others for your own advantage….whatever, go ahead….” You paused as you crossed your arms to cover your bare breasts. 

“If he truly does come…and takes me away….I hope from the high Heavens to the depths of Hell that he does away with all of you in the worst way possible….you should pray the he doesn't ask me....because if he does…I’ll make sure to let him know that you, the Senator, and the other high authorities figures of this terrible cult... should all burn.” 

You’re not sure what came over you, normally you weren’t the hostile type, yet as the rays of the sun peered through the open portholes, signifying the moment of your death was breaching nearer, you lost all sense of composure. 

“Leave her! She will get what’s coming to her…” the woman shouts out as one of the younger girls rushed up from behind to lash out at you for your displayed moment of disrespect. 

Your eyes grew glossy and the burn of tears built up. Your face was angry and expressed all sorts of resentment, even though you were accepting what was coming, it hardly meant that you weren’t scared or upset….in fact, you were terrified. 

Gazing off to the side, you zoned out at the patterns of the stone wall when the elder woman spoke out.

"You know...when he chose you and told the angels your name....at first I couldn't understand why he was so riled up over a young woman. I figured his pride was just hurt from being rejected....more or less being injured beyond repair. But now that I look at you....and hear those despicable words that come out of your mouth...I'm glad he gave up your name." she issues out as she lets out a victorious chuckle.

".....what do you mean.....he gave the angels my name?"

"Oh poor stupid girl....you really think that you all were selected at random? I mean...sure, those before you were....from a list that the senator would choose out personally himself......and each time he summoned the angels....he gave them a random name from the public directory. Once the government gave him their fullest support, it allowed him more access to people of various age groups, ethnicities, and culture backgrounds. That only enhanced his message of how God was cleansing the world."

Your eyes began to widen more than ever, glossed over as you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

'This man.....this woman...these.....monsters....they did this? They did this to the world?....All those children...mothers...fathers...brothers...sisters...daughters...and sons....they chose people....innocent people to die.....in those terrible ways?.....'

Your legs began to shake as you felt yourself stumbling down, yet you caught yourself and remained standing. Placing your hands on your hips, you leaned forward and shifted your head off to the side, trying to take in deep breaths.

"You.....you people.....you did this....." you stuttered out.

"Had you just been obedient and gave yourself to the Senator, much like the others did before you, you would have been spared...but I guess you rather give yourself up to evil men who represent Hell....multiple in fact. How many were there? Six? You filthy whore..."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" you yelled out. Glaring right at her, you narrowed your eyes as you issued your decree.

"If I go to Hell tonight.....I promise you....I will do everything in my very being to make sure that you people see my face when he shreds you to pieces!"

She merely scoffs as she side smirks at your angry expression and threat. "Your words of warning will not work here. We are in God's own church....we are his carriers that spread his rightful name and will. You will die....and you will suffer. The Senator has made sure to request a special treat for you when he last spoke to the angels."

At that, she turns and quickly departs as she hastily locks the door.

'........How could they?......No wonder he and his brothers disagreed with God when he wanted to create people...look at us......we're monsters to each other...'

.....................................

The sun was setting, and they finally brought you outside as you noted the large gathering of the public. They all surrounded you as the guard members, the priest, and the elder woman with her posse all issued out commands for everyone to remain back and away from you.

"Get back! She is the most evil of all sinners, you must not get close at all!"

Yet many of them ignored the commands of the cult authorities as they reached out with Azaleas and Crucifix’s in hand, grazing your skin with them as they spoke out in prayer for your soul to be saved.

.....................

'God save this sinner.'

'Cleanse her soul so that she may be saved.'

'Let her soul bide by the will of God....otherwise send her to Hell where she belongs.'

......................

You couldn't exactly hold any grudges or blame to the people....what with bending to the fear of being selected for execution...a brutal one at that, you couldn't help but sympathize as they all were falling for the tricks of that ruthless man and his most devoted followers.

'If only these people knew the truth....'

The regulators dragged you through the street. Upon reaching the large platform that was built from earlier, stationed on the surface were two large holy statutes.

Setting you directly at the center, you realized what those loop rings on the cuffs were meant for as they secured a chain to each one. THe chains were connected to the statues to your left and right, providing only enough slack for your to place your hands center on your body, but not enough to touch and remove the chains that bind you.

You heard the whispers of the crowd as they gathered to take a closer look.

.......................

'She looks like an angel....'

'Look at what the Senator is willing to do...even for someone who committed the greatest offense to God.'

'Of course she's beautiful....that's the reason why! I heard she slept with six different men in a week's time....'

'A whore and a witch...so beautiful but that is a part of her deadly charm.'

'Rest easy sinful dark child.....rest in peace soon.'

........................

You kneel down and slightly hunched over as you cradled your breasts with your arms. The delicate rattle of the chains is all you can hear as you shut out the terrible words that were spoken about you.

'I.....didn't do anything....if anything....i made a choice to save you all.....at least I was....I am willing to.....yet you all don't see me for who i am.....'

In their own eyes, you looked ethereal...like a scared angel as you remained kneeling and leaned forward. Your hair drapes downward and reaches the ground as your back becomes fully exposed. The Azalea crown atop your head, a deep red as it matched the shade of your lips.

Your eyes open as you hear the voice of the Senator...speaking above from the balcony of a tall building that overlooked the city.

"People of the great city! Today will mark a milestone in our nations history, as we have discovered the most offensive sinner yet......but we are here to pay tribute to this sinful and savage child as she will be executed by God's own guardians. I ask that you all say a prayer for her soul to be saved, as her crimes against God had been one of the most displeasing. Pray for her soul, and witness the acts that God's soldiers will carry out should you sin....take her death as an example for what will happen, should you or your children commit sin."

'.....This can't be happening....I....I didn't do anything....'

..............

Silence ensued as the crowd all knelt down and began offering their prayers. Minutes had gone by as the sun continued to set....leaving you the bright red sky.

Suddenly, a loud screech can be heard from afar. Then another....and another....

'.....there's more than one?....'

The Senator speaks out once more as you processed your mental thought.

"Good people.....watch at how God treats the sinner's who offend him....witness as he has become greatly displeased and angry at the betrayal of this young woman...whom he graciously, like the rest of you, loves and cherish...yet she not only tarnishes his holy divinity and name...this woman had the audacity to harm those who serves him and does his work."

Peeling your sight off the surface of the platform, you raise your head as your arms remained crossed over your breasts, your mouth slightly gapes open as one by one, each metallic humanoid figure flew in and landed at a great distance from the stage.

One....two...three....six......eight...ten....

Soon, there were more than fifteen or twenty of them that landed. Each morphing their extremities into something tortuous and terrifying...all to rip, pierce, and tear off flesh from bone.

'........so this is how it will end....my God....I am scared...I am frightened beyond measure.....please.....just get this done and over with.....'

.................................

Seven thousand years ago.....

"Heeseung...the muses are here...." Jake speaks as he calmly approaches the elder brother, who rests on his throne with the speckles of blood on his face. His fingers coated with bits of flesh and blood clots from whatever it was he tore to pieces.

"Uh huh....." he merely issues as he leans back into his seat.

The three muses, the guardians and mentors of Helel...or Heeseung, steadily approach the young man that they raised and loved...yet saw the darkness in his heart had changed him into something far worse than a killer. He became the very thing that nightmares were made of.

"Helel....we-"

"Iiiiiiii......prefer that you call me Heeseung...." he cuts off.

"....Heeseung......you know why we came?...."

"I have an idea...." covering his eyes with his bloodied hand, he leans back with only his nose and mouth remaining exposed. An evil grin coats his bright red lips as he chuckles out with a slaughtering tone.

"So what?....does he really want to make peace or is he trying to change my mind again?" Heeseung peeks a wide and glaring eye between his fingers as he coats his upper lip with his tongue. The muses all felt their weight drop upon the unsightly horror that was before them.

'So.....evil.....so dark and sinister.....how insidious this man is....to think he was the beloved and first archangel of God...'

"He wanted us to show you...to appeal to your senses as the first and most notable archangel of his Heavenly kingdom."

"Aaah...." Tsking in air through his teeth, Heeseung looks down at the ground before presenting his most unpleasantly horrifying gaze back to the lead muse.

"Appeal to my senses huh?" he chuckles once again, each time he issued it, it became even darker and more disturbing in nature.

"How about I just rip you both to pieces, starting with your feet, working my way up to your heads....and I'll take her...." he points to the lady muse, "and feed her virginity to those hungry demons beneath my feet? hmm?"

"Heeseung....." all three muses bow down. "Please.....give us the chance to show you his vision...his sight....it is his most desired request. You've killed off all of the other archangels, with the exception of Jol......yet he bears no ill will....he still is trying to show you....please....show us what his love has purchased....let us show you. After, we will leave and never appear before you again."

Upon hearing the muses, all six brothers stood by them as they spoke out in high respect to the eldest archangel.

"Heeseung....you know we are on your side no matter what.....would it be wrong if we express that it would only be fair for you to hear them out....perhaps there might be something to your advantage....." Jungwon and Jake spoke out, all in earnest as they kneel down.

"Like what?....what could possibly be in it for us? we're already banned from the one place that we called home....disowned by those that raised us.....what could he possibly have done to change my mind?" Heeseung scoffed out.

At the last bit of his sentence, the three muses, while remaining bowed down, all glanced at each other with a look that indicated a knowledge that wasn't shared with anyone...

The remaining brothers present themselves and spoke out alongside Jake and Jungwon.

"Heeseung....wouldn't it be best to hear them out...than to dismiss or slaughter them and to not know what it was that they were sent here for? Wouldn't it cause turmoil to wonder for eternity what he is wanting to show you?"

Rolling his eyes as he bites down on his finger, he glares wide eyed to the three muses.

"My brothers all seem to be adamant about this...I wonder if it is truly out of their own curiosity or if there is another meaning behind their intent..." Heeseung's glare shifts from the muses over to his brothers who remained kneeling in a straight row.

"No.....we would never treat you in that manner.....we only appeal to you as we still hold respect for the elder muses....they were the ones that raised you....and us. There would be no harm in allowing them to deliver God's message....that is all." Sunghoon spoke out calmly as he stares at the base of the throne that Heeseung rested on.

"huh.....for fuck sake...." tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, Heeseung didn't issue his decision...not yet.

Cracking his neck as he shifts it from left to right, back to front and back to center, his eyes closed as he gasps out slight chuckles at the harshness of each sound effect that punctures the air in his realm.

"Who are they.....darling?" she walks out sensually, stark naked.

Heeseung merely shifts his head, looking off to the side on the ground as the succubus approaches from behind. With only an aloof expression on his face that suddenly replaced the twisted grin, he remains quiet as the demoness graces her presence to the audience before him.

Upon hearing her approach, all six brothers slightly snarled. Heeseung's favorited mistress was here, displaying no sign of respect or courtesy towards the muses, which didn't sit well with any one of them....or Heeseung.

Despite that he was murderous in nature, especially at the sight of Heaven's guardians, which brought out memories that both, pleased and pained him, it didn't deter the fact that they were not received well by him, without an ounce of respect. However, it also didn't mean that all those beneath him shouldn't render instant courtesy and obedience.

The muses merely stared with awkward looks as the demoness stands off to Heeseung's side. Her hand grazes over the intricate carving of his throne as she raises a bent knee and hovers it over Heeseung's lap, as if she was shifting to sit atop and straddle him.

"Are these old friends of yours?" she smirks out as her rather full and curvaceous figure adorns him gracefully.

Looking down at him as she remains standing, Heeseung places a hand atop her thigh as she fully swings it over his lap. Looking up at her with a closed-mouth smirk, he raises two fingers and suggestively signals for her to lower herself down to him.

Leaning in, she prepares to come in for a kiss.....much to the horror of everyone around, it became apparent that Heeseung was either annoyed, angry, or just fed up with the presumptuous attitude of his lead mistress.

The muses winced their vision shut and turned their heads away as they heard the agonizing screams and the tearing of flesh, the dislocating pops of bone and cartilage. He started by grabbing on to her hair as he tore off her wings, before moving on to her arms, and then taking her by the ankles and ripping her apart, piece by piece.

With her disfigured remains in his grip, only her torso and head was left fully intact as she breathes out her dying tortured breaths.

"Oh 'darling'.....I kind had enough of you.....also....you never really pleased me." with his cold words, he tosses her limbs off of his high throne.

Sitting atop the large stoned mountain, with a series of stairs that extended miles long, starting at the base and reaching the top of the peak, his throne remained highest, above all in Hell. With the deep crevices below, he observes as he, his brothers, and the muses hear the terrible and frightening sound of the demons feasting on the flesh of the demonic maiden.

With her head remaining attached to her torso, he maintains his grip on whats left of her by her hair. Kissing her lips one last time, he detaches it from the main portion of her body and tosses the remains over.

"Alright then....show me what it is that he sent you over for. Pray that at the end of it, I'll be in a good mood to not kill all three of you." He issues as his gaze remains on the demons below. Smirking, he watches with amusement as the monsters all scurry like bugs, attacking and devouring the limbs he tosses over. Raising his hand, a large disbursement of raging flames emerge from below at the base of the mountain, burning all, the devouring demons and the flesh of the succubus to ashes, all the while he chuckles as the roaring cries of demonic forces fills the air.

Witnessing the most evil they had ever seen, the muses gasp in great horror as the brothers all remained stagnant with their expressions. To them, this was nothing out of the ordinary.

The lead muse in particular started to question if what they were sent to do...would make any difference after seeing the cruel nature of Heeseung and the acts he just committed.

'This man.....this first of all angels to be created....and we helped raised...the one that was closest to God....was favored by the divine king.....yet here he is.....he lives for death...he enjoys seeing it....his heart is too twisted....are we doomed for death by coming to his territory?'

......................

".....Why are we here?" Heeseung stood with his arms crossed. After being convinced by his brothers, the muses escorted the King of Hell to an unfamiliar site at the border between Heaven and Hell.

"He has asked that we show his creation of people, leaving us strict instruction to take you to seven thousand years time in advance....it was his strict orders for us to do so...." the lead muse uttered out, in hopes that Heeseung wouldn't become too riled at being brought to the alter of time, space, and universal continuum....all to see people....the creation that he disagreed with the holy king on.

"Are you ready, Heeseung?" the lead muse looks back as he observes the man looking completely indifferent with his arms still crossed. Dressed all in black, with knee high boots and a kneel length coat to match, he fit the defined description of the dark prince.

"Just....fucking do it already.....before I change my mind and tear your throat out." Heeseung irks out as he rubs his forehead.

The lead muse dismisses his threat as he continues to chant out a series of prayers before the alter. A glow of light rises and becomes brighter, enveloping the group into an orb as the electrical currents surrounds them in a globe of flashing light.

The muses all wince their eyes shut upon the light flashing into their eyes, yet Heeseung seemed unbothered as he merely stood and continued to stare out fully.

In a swift second, the globe envelops them completely. With a loud boom, the orb expands into nothing, disappearing along with Heeseung and the muses.

In a flash, feeling like as if they merely blinked, their eyes reopen and adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings of the current world and time.

"….Where the fuck are we?” Heeseung calmly states out in an irritated voice as he raises a brow.

“fret not, Heeseung. We have traveled through the continuum of space and time, nearly 7 thousand years into the future of the world you created, after the creation of the first man. The people have thrived in population and advanced their evolutionary talents. They have expanded into an heightened stage of cultural application in regards to engineering methods and knowledge, known as ‘technology’.” The lead muse explains as Heeseung walks with crossed arms, confusingly admiring the tall buildings, the scenery of the bustling streets of the city and the combination of modern and old century architectural design.

With the passing of the large crowds, blindly unaware of their presence, Heeseung displays a look of annoyance as the myriad of people walk past.

“you brought me through the advancement of time…to show me this?….THIS….is what he wanted you to show me??? THIS is what he thinks is going to enlighten me??” Heeseung spoke with wide and gruesomely angry eyes.

“the very thing that I disagreed with him on…which ultimately became the reason why I left the high Heavens….is this some kind of joke? Is he trying to mock me?” He takes his steps slowly towards the three muses, glaring into their eyes with the most evil sense they’ve ever witnessed.

“please Heeseung, as your former mentor, I beseech you to spare us your time and allow us to do what we were asked to do…” the lead muse exclaims as he stands before the other two younger muses.

“Choose…old man…choose which one of you I should rip open and cut to pieces…” Heeseung leans in, snarling at the upper lip. “I'll allow two of you will go back...so choose wisely."

The lead muse stood bravely with shaking eyes as he once more, appealed to Heeseung’s familiar appeal, hoping to get past his cruel nature.

“please…allow us to show you…should you find no change in your heart, you can take me. Sever my head from thy body and send it back with the two other muses…” the lead muse spoke out, his fortitude against the Dark Prince earned a gasping shock from his two disciples.

Heeseung’s wide eyed glare remained, yet the gritting of teeth through the sadistic grin and look of twisted amusement displayed a sense of pleasure as he looked forward to shredding the one who raised him, knowing that the elder muse was one of the closer guardians to his former master.

“very well old man….killing you would hurt him deeply. It will be my pleasure to separate your spine from your body and rip the skin off your flesh by the end of this fucking atrocity you got me entangled in.” He remarks harshly at the last bit as he side eyes the view of the people that continue to walk pass.

All three muses nod in discouragement as they regained their composure, trying their best to remain hopeful and trust in Gods will.

Noting as the Devil continuously expressed a look of disgust as the marching of the crowd surrounds them, the lead muse signals for him to follow as he guides Heeseung with detailed explanation.

“Be forgiving Heeseung, they cannot see nor hear us. We bid you to refrain from using your power to alter your perceptible vision afront of them….it is best that they do not know who we are or why we came.”

“huh…cunning old man, how wise of you to understand my capabilities….nonetheless, I have no intentions of making myself known to these shitheads.” Heeseung sighed out in annoyance as he remained standing still.

the muses led the way with a disgruntled Heeseung trailing behind, leaving his arms crossed and a harsh look of annoyance on his face.

“He wanted us to show you their capabilities…how they work together to build governments, some in the form of electoral democracy, others are permanently ruling with authoritarian standing. He also wanted us to show you their capabilities when it comes to compassion, nurtured behaviors....all angles of human behavior.” The lead muse continued as he guides and explain the advancement of people.

Disinterested, Heeseung rolled his eyes as he dazes off and imagined the various, grueling methods of killing people. “Fragile…aren’t they?” He asks with a wide eyed smirk.

“They are nothing like you or your brothers…they are delicate in the manner of flesh and time span of age. So, yes....they are quite fragile.”

“So that means, in a week’s time from now, when he creates the first of all people, I will have to induce slow torturous designs, so as to not kill them too quickly….riiiiiight?” He snarks out as he raises a hand to stroke his chin as he eyeballs a line of people waiting at a local food stand.

“Heeseung….as I am willing to give up my life for his will…I ask that you try…try and see the side of his vision…he created people to-“

“I KNOW…exactly...his claims as to why he created….people….” Heeseung sneers out as he cuts off the elder with a deep tone.

Clearing his throat, the lead muse didn't bother to entertain a response, he merely turns and continues, to the best of his ability, in showing off the greatness of people. The mortals that are capable of showing, teaching, and developing love.

Breaching an old historical building, the muses take note of the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

“Come…this way.” The lead muse signals to Heeseung with a gentle gesture.

Dragging the disgruntled Devil inside, they allow him a moment of silence as they watched the Dark Prince study the interior design of the establishment. The space was filled with so many people, yet they hardly interacted with one another. Instead, they had all been engrossed by the development of technology through the use of phones and tablets.

On the wide screen TV mounted on the wall, a local news media displays a covered interview with Michael Forras, all before he claimed the self title of "Senator" and when his cult gathering took on the ruling authority of the city.

“So you’re saying that a day of reckoning is near us?” The news reporter asks the cult leader.

“It is true….God has been displeased with the people and their offenses to his name…mark my words, Gods own, will ascend from the Heavens and cleanse the world within due time."

Upon hearing the interview taking place on the television, the muses slightly anticipated the reaction as they observed Heeseung noting the words the cult leader spoke out.

“Who is this idiot?” He asks, gazing a consumed glare to the elder muse.

“He is one who claims to be Gods servant. People are Gods greatest creation, yet they are far from perfection.” The elder exclaims.

Taking in a breath, he takes Heeseung’s attention away from the screen. “Do you see the contraptions over yonder? People have become ingenious within their own right and have developed the usage of machinery to create masterpieces that are both admirable and delectable. Take for instance, the method of developing this beverage, its scent alone is quite pleasant.” He nods over to the counter where the baristas work diligently to draft up each order as they call out the names of customers.

Walking up for a closer look, Heeseung did appear genuinely interested upon smelling the scent of the creation, known as ‘coffee’. It was a scent he’s never smelled before.

Leaning in with his arms remaining crossed, he inspects the transparent container that held the liquid in place. The elder muse continues to explain the craftsmanship of people, gaining a sense of accomplishment that the young Prince had seemed to take interest.

Yet the grudge he bore had cut deep into his soul, it didn’t matter how crafty people became, he refused to accept Gods hand in compromising a peaceful settlement.

Looking at the elder once more, Heeseung smirked as his eyes narrowed with mischief. “Listen old man…I could care less about how fancy these grueling idiots have become…I’ll devour them all…man, woman and child, it doesn’t matter." Pausing, he takes a step closer as he squares up the elder muse. Glaring, his eyes widened once more with an insidious grin that accompanies it.

"..and you…" biting down on his bottom lip, he all but nearly reached for the elder's throat.

“Order for y/n!”

You walk up to the counter, jacket looped over your forearm as you adorned yourself with a black form fitting dress, suitable for a career field, yet tastefully appealing as it subtly exposed the flesh and structure of your collar bones, the minor rise of your cleavage, and your legs, mid thigh to ankles. Your hair swayed as you took your steps, and reached up to the grab your drink. Without switching his gaze away from the muse, Heeseung continued to stare into the man’s eyes with a murderous grin, yet as you walked passed, right behind him, he caught the slight bit of your subtle scent. It was quite pleasing and differed from the rest that surrounded the area. A hint of lilac and rose, with sugar plum and pear extract…it wasn’t overpowering, but softly sweet.

He merely shifts his eyes to the side and looks at the ground after taking notice of the scent, as if he was zoning out to piece together the ingredients, yet he does not turn fully to look at the source of where the scent came from.

Upon noticing how just your scent alone caught his attention, the elder muse takes the chance to carry out his mission. He speaks out calmly. “Has something distracted you?….”

Shifting his gaze right back to the elder, Heeseung issues an expression of irritation at the audacity that his former mentor displayed.

“Are you seriously implying that a mortal caught my attention? As if I care? Did you forget why I fucking left his kingdom?” He spoke out lowly with a dark tone.

The elder's breath hitched at the sudden rise of chaotic anger within Heeseung’s heart.

“I mean no disrespect….Heeseung…he wants you to find happiness….you were the first son…the first archangel…and will forever be his favorite.”

Heeseung scoffs as he rolls his eyes. “You done?” He issues out with wide eyes.

“He wanted to present his gift to you…that is why we are here.” The muse slips out, all in desperation to reach through to the Devil.

……..

“Gift?…..” Heeseung raises a brow in confusion with his insidious eyes widening in anger. The muses remained silent.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me….the one thing that I despise….the very thing that ruined my everlasting love and respect for him….yet he dares to bribe me with one of them? As if that will mend the broken bond? ARE….YOU….TOYING..... WITH ME?....” Thrashing out a hand to his side, a blast of force and power expels from his hand and sets the confectionary stand on fire with raging flames.

The muses watch in despair as the people all gather in shock and fear of the strange phenomenon that occurred, yet have no idea as to how it happened since the small group remained unseen.

....................

“Oh my God….how…what happened?”

“Was it the heater?”

“We need to get a safety inspector out here!!!…How the hell did the entire counter catch on fire like that?!”

“Thank God no one is hurt."

"Did anyone else hear a large boom?"

“Where did the heat and fire come from? Did anyone see anything? It was as if it came out of nowhere…”

......................

The customers all rushed around in panic as they worked together to put out the flames.

“Where is she? The one that he intends to give up? This so called, ‘gift’?? I’m sending her body back in pieces, you will take her limbs and show him how much I really ‘enjoyed’ his 'present'.” He grits out.

“Heeseung we beseech you-“

“Shut up and bring her here!”

The elder muse kneels along with his two disciples behind him, shaking his head with glistened eyes, he proceeds to beg.

“I beg of you….as your former mentor and father figure….please Heeseung…don’t…”

Heeseung shifts his gaze to the elegant marbled stairway that led to the upper floor. Sensing your scent in that direction, he smirks as he flares down at the desperate muse.

“She’s up there, isn’t she?…..good.” Kicking the muse aside, he walks in the direction of your scent, leading the way as the despairing muses trailed behind.

“Heeseung please! You cannot! We beg of you!”

Ignoring their cries and pleas, he makes his way over to the third level. Turning to the left, he noticed the double doors leading to the grand library.

“Heeseung no!”

They follow in haste as he makes his way inside, not paying any mind as the muses beg, kneeling before him trying their best to appease his grudging nature as he walks swiftly past them.

Looking around, Heeseung’s irritation grows deep as the scent seemed to have disappeared.

The elder muse makes his way from behind the dark Prince and kneels before him once more.

“Heeseung…”

“Where is it? The fucking cunt? Where is she? Bring her to me right now…”

“I cannot! “

Walking up to the bold elder, Heeseung places his foot atop his hand, adding pressure and heat as smoke emerges from the bottom of his soles, melting the skin off as he adds more weight.

Wincing in pain, the elder remains as poised as he possibly could as he continues to appeal to Heeseung.

“P-please….you mustn’t…..you cannot…..”

“Where….is…..she?”

The muse looks up and witnesses the death glare as Heeseung slightly smirks, enjoying the view of pain in the elders face.

…….

“Oh! Hi y/n! You’re here early today.” The woman from the counter in front exclaims pleasantly, directing her words to you as you enter from behind the invisible group.

The elder's eyes grew terrifyingly wide as fear and hopelessness took effect. Watching as Heeseung’s eyes grew wide, his smirk also expanded, bearing teeth as he bites down his lip and chuckles.

“......That’s her behind me isn’t it?” He scoffs, his chuckle coming in more sinister than before.

“H-Heeseung…Helel….I beg you….please!” The elder desperately pleads.

Heeseung's chuckles grew louder. Stretching his neck as he did before, he closes his eyes as he cracks it from left to right, front to back, and center. “Oh elder one….when you present those bloodied limbs….tell him, ‘with best regards’ from his ‘favorite’…” a sharp chuckle emerges and he suddenly turns, his hand developing lengthy claws as he lunges out once he commits to a full turn.

“HEESEUNG NOOO!!!!”

……………

The sound of the wall cracking and burning, punctured completely through to the other side, all the librarians and staff shocked with screams and gasps as they look at the destruction of the wall behind you, right above your head.

When you're gonna stop breaking my heart

You stood with your head shifted to look at the wall behind you, taking in the view of the massive hole that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. You were so shocked, you didn’t even build up a reaction, not a single scream or yelp emerged out.

‘…..What just happened? Where did this hole come from? And why are there traces of ember and smoke? Did someone blast a cannon or some type of weapon?’

You wondered as you continued to stand and study the blasted alteration of the stone wall, completely unaware that right in front of you, the Devil stood....bewildered.

I don't wanna be another one

His frame leaned into your form with his nose and lips just a hair away from your forehead as his face leans inward from the bend at the base of his neck. His arm extending and hovered over you as his chest somewhat cradles you against the wall. A change in direction of his attack last minute upon seeing you, disintegrating the wall instead. He's there... right in front of you...yet you feel, see, and hear nothing….not his hitched breath, his wide eyes of shocking discovery, or his forearm touching your hair as it remains fully extended with his hand against the wall near the blast.

“y/n!! Are you okay?! Did something hit you??” one of the staff speaks out from behind him.

Paying for the things I never done

Turning your face back forward, where he gets the full view of it, he watches and slowly breathes out…his expression, was unlike anyone had ever seen. He was.....enchanted….

“Uh…yeah….what…was that?” You calmly spoke out with heavy lids, so exhausted from staying up late at night as you completed schoolwork and prep for exams.

Don't let go

“I don’t know…did anyone see anything? Y/n, are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod. He watches. He was so close to you….so close.

His eyes grew soft…his lids grow heavy as he stood with slightly parted lips and studied the remarkable features of your face….

‘Her eyes…her nose….her lips….her hair…her skin…her voice….her body….she’s so…..’

Don't let go To my love

The three muses stood behind, releasing a breath of relief as they note the reaction of the Dark Prince as he remained in place, admiring you.

“Master…..did we succeed?” One of the muses whispered out.

Nodding, the elder softly responds back….

“Yes….I believe we have….thank Heavens….”

I can fix all those lies But baby, when I run, I'm running to you You won't see me cry, I'm hiding inside My heart is in pain but I'm smiling for you

P A R T 2 W O

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[waterlilychaser]

olivia rodrigo is secretly regulily (aka how i think every one of her songs relates to lily evans and regulus black)

brutal - “i’m so sick of seventeen, where’s my fucking tonnage dream” you can’t tell me this isn’t regulus as a death eater. if choices was a tv show, i would play this song as his intro after the time jump and you can’t tell me it wouldn’t SLAP

traitor - i’m not a big fan of a jegulily cheating fic because i want them all to kiss eachother on the mouth in succession, but i have read some fics where lily and james are together but then he leaves to be with regulus, so i think this song could be from lily’s perspective in a situation like that. or vice versa!

drivers license - sounds like lily being betrayed by regulus joining the death eaters and the cult against people like her tbh

1 step forward, 3 steps back - i feel like this song would be what it would be like to date regulus black. i love him, but his partners would never know where he’s at in a relationship.

deja vu - again i feel like this could be about either regulus or lily being jealous or resentful of the other once they go and be in a relationship with james. i find them to be really similar characters in a lot of ways, so i think it suits it really well

enough for you - the title says it all. this is a regulus black anthem.

happier - another potential lily/regulus/james triangle angst situation

jealousy, jealousy- i see this one for lily because growing up with a sister and living with girls all the time i think it would be really easy to compare yourself to them a lot. and also when you are in such close proximity to people you tend to learn a lot about them, see what kind of lives they lead, and end up feeling like you fall short in comparison.

hope ur ok - “well i hope you know how proud i am you were created, with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred” is actually lily evans talking to regulus black actually

all american bitch - i headcanon lily as half american sooo this is too perfect! also like the criticism of the ideals of the perfect woman play into the way lily’s character is often reduced to just a mother when she can be so much more

bad idea right? - regulus would definitely pull something like this, be so for real

vampire - i’m thinking this could be about lily and snape actually but idk

lacy - lily’s lacy is petunia and regulus’s lacy is sirius i will die on this hill

ballad of a homeschool girl - regulus regulus regulus!! regulus feeling like everyone got the guidebook of life and he never did

making the bed - regulus :( he’s so tired of being the girl that he is

logical - hear me out, regulus lying to lily and james that he will leave his family for them. this song would be them in the aftermath realizing just how he never intended to fight for them to be able to stay together

get him back! - wait why did i just imagine a fic where lily and regulus both have the same ex and somehow they meet eachother and are like omg that dude sucked so then they team up together to get him back and they do all the things (key his car, kiss his face with an uppercut, etc.) but as they do they fall in love with each other and their shared devious abilities and what if the ex was james and instead of getting him back they get him back and then jegulily happens?

love is embarrassing - regulus would absolutely think live is embarrassing and that’s why he’s always in denial

the grudge - i think i’ve heard people say the grudge from lily’s perspective is about severus and the grudge from reg’s perspective is about sirius and i support this message

pretty isn’t pretty - okay so i think most people imagine regulus as being really pretty, and i almost feel like pretty people put so much identity in their beauty that it feels like all they are worth. and so when being just pretty isn’t enough, it leaves you being not enough, which again is regulus black’s inner monologue

teenage dream - this is just soooo marauders coded of a song, works for reg, lily, and everyone else

obsessed- this would also go crazy as a jegulily ah where one of them dated james first and then broke up, then he gets together with the other and they become obsessed with the ex

girl i’ve always been - lily and snake friendship song for sure

scared of my guitar - aside from the guitar part, i think this song feels very regulus coded like “if i was brave and noble like you, id have the nerve to stop stringing you along”

so american - again half american lily serenading either her french boyfriend regulus or her british boyfriend james

[taylortruther]

I don't know who to ask this to without it turning into a fandom war and you always have the best, nuanced, touched-grass takes, so can we please briefly talk about the Olivia credits thing 😭

Does Olivia's music really sound a lot like others or is this a case of discrediting young women in music? Asking literally sincerely; I'm not enough of a music person to know when inspiration turns to copying, I just usually can't hear it. I remember, for example, when 1989 came out, a lot of people felt that Wildest Dreams was very lana inspired, but nobody I think was accusing her of copying. Is the Olivia situation the same and it just got blown out of proportion, or are the ways her music are similar/referential to others larger musically? Or is it that the album as a whole felt referential? I just sincerely don't know LMAO And every time I try to ask I think people think I'm trying to be shady

tbh i don't really know how one decides, but lawsuits about this kind of thing are becoming more common (think robin thicke, which was a huge upset to some musicians--or the shake it off lawsuit.) and musicians is historically inspired by one another, which makes it tricky. when is it ok, when is it not? it's kind of a philosophical question in some instances, whereas in others it's cut and dry if you're being blatant (like vanilla ice and david bowie.)

some factors about this situation in particular:

olivia properly credited/sampled nyd for a different song (1 step forward or whatever)

olivia said cruel summer inspired the shouting part of deja vu

the internet compared misery business to good 4 u, and cruel summer to deja vu, A LOT upon the album release

jack said that his team did not ask for credit and was surprised to receive it

iirc hayley's team knew about the good 4 u situation before the song was released, but credits were added retroactively anyway (not sure why these steps were taken in this order tbh)

people also acused olivia of using a riff from an elvis costello song, and he basically said it might be true but he didn't care

evils costello has NOT received any credits

so there are some options i can think of. one is that the public pressure was mounting, so olivia's team just gave them credit voluntarily.

some people also think taylor asked behind the scenes, unbeknownst to jack, which i guess is possible but seems... unlikely?

i am inclined to think olivia's team did not want to face a lawsuit down the line (because it could hang over their heads forever, i guess, with the way the music business and copyright suits are going now), and offered the credits, and maybe, MAYBE??? there was an opportunity for paramore, taylor/jack/st vincent, decline but it was not taken. which is notable because they got like 50% of the rights (at least for deja vu) which is a lot of money, forever.

personally, good 4 u is blatant and it is not surprising they knew about the song before it came out.

deja vu is not as blatant but it is, imo, clearly inspired and it's undeniable because olivia admitted it. i don't know yet if i personally think "inspiration" deserves royalties and songwriting credits - speaking for the future of music. however, if taylor asked for it, i wouldn't be mad because this specific situation is so clear cut in a way other "inspiration" cases would not be.

none of this helps! sorry!!!

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | three

*Ellie’s POV*

Tyler was nice enough to pick Liam up from daycare and took him home for the night so I could be alone. It was 3:30 by the time I finished my work so I decided to get ready. I cut almost a foot of my hair off and it was so freeing, as if any hair Noah touched was gone. I did a classic red lip and black winged liner for my make up, and threw on some light blue ripped jeans, a black strapless shirt and my checkered vans. I look a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. Even though I didn’t want to see him, I hope I make him eat his heart out if I do.

“Remember, you’re doing this for Matt, not him.” I nodded at Danielle as I took a shot, chasing it with my gin and tonic. I was getting a huge wave of deja vu and I didn’t like it one bit. We went up to the balcony to avoid being seen by them. The openers this time were Erra and I See Stars and they were so fucking good, listening to them made me realize how much I missed listening to this kind of music. It was also nice to see Jesse and Clint play instead of awkwardly running into them in Noah’s kitchen. I had to admit Clint was really good … “Oh my god.” Danielle and I looked at each other as Bad Omens got onto the stage. They were all wearing ski masks as they opened with Artificial suicide. I kept my eyes on Folio to distract myself from looking at Noah, but I kept stealing glances at him. He looked a lot more confident than he did last year and his stage presence was hard to ignore. He took his mask off and I noticed he had cut his hair even shorter, I hated how he could pull off any length of hair. “I still think no one is doing front of house like Matt is.” Danielle commented, “These guys sound so fucking good thanks to him.” “I know, he really is the best.” I replied, feeling a small smile appear on my lips. I looked over the balcony and saw Matt working his magic. He looked so cute as his head bobbed to the music while his hands constantly adjusted the sounds. Danielle nudged me as she pointed at my face, “are you blushing?” “No.” I quickly clapped back as cupped my cheek. Fuck, I was burning up. She just rolled her eyes as we went back to watching the band. Their new stage set up was really cool and I was floored hearing a remastered version of Broken Youth. Noah always told me that song would never see the light of day again, I guess that was just another lie he told me. After the song ended, I saw Noah look up in our direction. He definitely saw us and I felt like my world stopped in that moment. “We’ve been spotted. Do you wanna go?”

“No.” I replied, not taking my eyes off him, he was seemingly doing the same. “I’m not letting him win.”

We both watched him as the chords for Just Pretend started. He was amping up for a speech, I could tell. I gripped harder onto the balcony as I prayed he didn’t say anything or call me out. The more chords Jolly played, the faster my heart would beat. Every time I hear that song it feels like I’m time travelling back to Seattle when he dedicated it to me. “Before I start, I just wanted to dedicate this to someone who may or not be here tonight. Help me sing loud enough that she can hear me.” My jaw was on the fucking floor as I looked over at Danielle, who had the same expression on her face. Of course he knew I was here. He kept looking up here every chance he got. As he sang the song, he had this smug smirk on his face. He knew what he was fucking doing. Noah stood on one of the risers, pointing in my direction as the song came to an end.

“Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy?”

My knuckles were turning white as I gripped onto the rail harder. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or roll my eyes…the nerve of this man.

[goldennika]

Initial Thoughts on TXT's Minisode 3: Tomorrow

Overall I think this album sounded the most sonically cohesive from their entire discography so far! I haven't read the articles about the album yet but it seems like they've deviated a bit from their usual approach of exploring different genres in a single album and kinda stuck to more of a band sound this time around?

Sure, they experiment with layers and singing styles but I’ve really felt (and liked!) the band influence across the different tracks!

The way the music builds in each track is delightful albeit seems a wee predictable. I am a sucker for a good guitar and bassline though so this album suited my tastes

Currently (and surprisingly) my favorite track upon first listen would probably be Deja Vu (Anemoia Remix)! I honestly wished the remix ver would have been the title track instead 🥺

The original ver is probably more palatable for general population though and lends itself better to their type of choreography than the Anemoia remix would so I understand why the title track is so.

My favorite track off this album would likely change after I’ve read through the lyric translations and give the album a few more listens.

If I’m being honest, I think this album would be more of a slow burn type of in terms of how quickly it grows on me, compared to their earlier releases (particularly Temptation and Freefall).

I’ve genuinely enjoyed these tracks! But I can’t say that I loved the album and I think a factor in my tempered response to Minisode 3 is just how short they all are!! 😩

The entire (mini) album’s duration is just 17 minutes for 7 tracks!! It felt like just as I was getting into the groove and spirit of the track, it just… ends 🥲 IMO, these shorter track durations may end up hurting them in the long run as they sacrifice the listening experience for convenience of streaming 😔

That said, it makes Deja Vu an impressive feat that it has such a cinematic and immersive feel, and done in less than 3 minutes!

In any case, I will be listening to these tracks more and am looking forward to catch their performances throughout this comeback!

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading and i’d love to hear your thoughts too!

If you want to see my raw thoughts for each track, you can find them below the cut!

Track 1: I'll See You There Tomorrow

yes lower register TXT let's gooooo

sounds like a video game bg music? haha

ooh when the music built up it got funky

ugh love me a good bassline

this is kinda cute???

funkyyyyyyyyy

am digging the old school vibe to this

*head bops*

ok this is rly growing on me

the layers to the music is just 😩

IMAGINE HEARING THIS WITH A LIVE BAND I WOULD ASCEND

Track 2: --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .--  (Tomorrrow)

uhm yeah

so....

that's a morse code alright....

Track 3: Deja Vu

ok technically not a first listen since i've watched the MV already but here we go anyway!!

the high pitched warpy sound at the start -- i like it

this feels like R&B-ish?

their verses seem almost spoken than sung

different from how they usually are

the little music break after the first chorus, mhmm

that clarity was delicious

this song feels so... ambient? if that makes sense

like there's a distant thunderstorm almost?

and the sirens blaring??

THIS SONG SOUNDS LIKE AN ENTIRE MOVIE??????

and they did that with a 2:51 duration ??

Track 4: Miracle (A miracle happens at every moment that you and I are together)

really liking the piano

ooh the build up of the instrumentals

EYYYYYYYYY

leaked image of me listening to this track

oooh it got rock band-y

oh this would be AMAZING to hear live!!

ugh the harmonizing in the second verse/pre-chorus YES 😩

looooove the energy on this one

they are killing the instrumentals on this album

I CAN'T STOP HEADBOPPING

OH SHIT THE GUITAR IS HITTINNGGGGGGG

wow ok i loved that one

Track 5: The Killa (I Belong to You)

sexy start okayyyy

is this Spanish guitar?

the finger plucking(?) style 😩

OH WHAT THE FUCK

EXCUSE ME THE HARMONIZING???????????

DEADDDDDD

oh this range and style suits Soobin so well??

mhmmm the adlibssss

i swear those harmonies will be the death of me

the guitarrrrrrrrr 😩

Track 6: Quarter Life

istg the instrumentals are so good here

band txt is one of my fave genres

*head bops*

the build up is delicious

oh i'll bet kai enjoyed this one haha

LET'S GO BEOMGYUUUUUU

whoever thought of putting the maknaes together for this track is a genius

another great song to hear live

claiming this as Beomgyu's song bc wow

THAT WAS TOO SHORT WTF 😭

Track 7: Deja Vu (Anemoia Remix)

THE GUITAR!!!!!!

WHY CAN'T THIS HAVE BEEN THE ORIGINAL VERSION

PLEASE LET US HAVE BAND TXT AS THE MAIN CONCEPT NEXT TIME 😭

ugh i can't resist a good bassline

wtf i swear we were robbed that this is just a remix and not the original song 😭

THE ADLIBS!!!!!!!!!

SING IT TERRYYYYY

WTF THIS IS A ROBBERY FRRRRRR 😭

pls let this listing be an April Fools joke and this is actual the title track 🥹

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo (Part I)

BRUTAL

I want it to be, like, messy.

I'm so insecure.

I think that I'll die before I drink.

I'm so caught up in the news.

I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.

They'd all be so disappointed.

Who am I if not exploited?

I'm so sick of seventeen.

Where's my fucking teenage dream?

If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry.

I don't stick up for myself.

I'm anxious, and nothing can help.

I wish I'd done this before.

I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best.

This the kinda thanks I get?

They say these are the golden years.

I wish I could disappear.

God, it's brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me.

I hate the way I'm perceived.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I love people I don't like.

I hate every song I write.

I'm not cool.

I'm not smart.

I can't even parallel park.

Just havin' a really good time.

Got a broken ego?

God, I don't even know where to start.

TRAITOR

I played dumb, but I always knew.

I always knew that you talked to her, maybe did even worse.

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

Ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?

Ain't it funny how you said you were friends?

It sure as hell don't look like it

You betrayed me.

I know that you'll never feel sorry.

You talked to her when we were together.

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter.

It took you two weeks to go off and date her.

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

I know if you were true, there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.

Ain't it funny?

Remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid?

I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.

Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.

You gave me your word, but that didn't matter

Yeah, you're still a traitor.

DRIVERS LICENSE

I got my driver's license last week.

Just like we always talked about.

Today, I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around

You're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt.

She's so much older than me.

She's everything I'm insecure about.

How could I ever love someone else?

I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.

I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street.

All my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.

I kinda feel sorry for them.

They'll never know you the way that I do.

I still see your face.

Can't drive past the places we used to go to.

I still fuckin' love you, babe.

I still hear your voice in the traffic.

God, I'm so blue.

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK

All I did was speak normally

Somehow, I still struck a nerve.

You got me fucked up in the head.

Never doubted myself so much.

Am I pretty?

Am I fun?

I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff

It's always one step forward and three steps back

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad.

Do you love me, want me, hate me?

I don't understand.

Maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting.

Which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home crying?

It's back and forth.

Did I say something wrong?

Maybe this is all your fault instead.

I'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all I've ever had.

DEJA VU

I bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique.

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?

She thinks it's special, but it's all reused.

That was our place, I found it first.

I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you?

Do you get déjà vu?

Do you call her, almost say my name?

Let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same.

I hate to think that I was just your type.

Now I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse.

That was the show we talked about.

Played you the songs she's singing now when she's with you.

Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too.

You're tradin' jackets like we used to do

Everything is all reused.

Play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you.

A different girl now, but there's nothing new.

I know you get déjà vu

GOOD 4 U

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks.

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.

Now you can be a better man for your brand-new girl.

You look happy and healthy.

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

You're doin' great out there without me, baby.

God, I wish that I could do that.

I've lost my mind.

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom.

You're so unaffected, I really don't get it.

I guess you're gettin' everything you want.

You bought a new car and your career's really takin' off.

It's like we never even happened.

Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

It's like you never even met me.

Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you?

Well, screw that, and screw you

You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.

Maybe I'm too emotional.

Your apathy's like a wound in salt.

Maybe you never cared at all.

[silvergyus]

top 5 txt title tracks

1.) 0X1=LOVESONG

the song that got me into txt!! I legit dunno that I would've gotten as deep into kpop if I hadn't heard this song! came out like 3 weeks before I got into txt and is my everything. every time I've seen them live I'm never emotionally prepared to hear it. literally one of the best songs of all time

2.) LO$ER=LO♡ER

my first ever comeback 🥰 will always have the nostalgia factor for me. plus screaming "I'M A LOSER" in a room full of moas is the best thing ever. also kai was so so close to me for this song at my last show and it was life changing

3.) Runaway

I listened to this song so much in 2021 it was a serious problem. stopped listening to it for a while because I had listened to it *that much* but listened to it with headphones a couple months ago and fell back down the rabbit hole. I love this song so much

4.) Crown

my ringtone! I love the beeps and I love that they're a reoccurring thing with txt

5.) Deja Vu

I think this might narrowly beat out Sugar Rush Ride but I love singing this one. this whole album was so good

[mrsjavymachado]

deja vu — sereshaw

being with rooster, jake thinks, is a lot like a prolonged sense of deja-vu. they’ve done this song and dance so many times now it shouldn’t feel as good as it does. but, as rooster slides his tongue along jake’s neck, he feels a buzz of adrenaline and familiarity flow through his body.jake is a simple man, with simple needs and rooster, is by far his greatest need.

they'd just gotten back to land from the ship. the suicide mission reopening old wounds. jake saved bradley's life, and mavericks, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. as soon as they were alone, they left no space between them. pouring years of hurt and heartbreak and love into that kiss, they finally pulled apart with teary eyes and promised whispers of change in their relationship. they'd exchanged dog tags, jake gave bradley one of his, and bradley vice versa. it sealed that promise they'd made to themselves and eachother, a promise for the better.

as they fall into bed again for the umpteenth time since they’ve entered the navy, it feels like riding a bike. something he knows how to do, something he’ll never forget.

they’ve always been attached, dating or not, but since they’ve stopped, rooster has felt the need to separate them. jake can count on one hand the number of times rooster has called him by his first name since they stopped dating. after the breakup, it was always his callsign.

whether they were dating or not has never really affected them sleeping together, jake privately thinks they were always meant to be togther in someway. always connected, always there. that bond between them has been everpresent for so many years and jake misses how they used to be.

he misses their bond. he craves his touch and hearing his laugh. he misses tracing his scars in the dim light of their bunks, but most of all, he misses hearing anything but the forced indifference in bradley's tone when he says his name.

so jake, now set with his task, stops rooster from kissing down his neck and pushes him on his back, straddling him, jake leans down, a hand going to rest on rooster's abs under his shirt. “bradley, baby?” jake drawled in his accent, “won’t you say my name?" and jake could feel rooster stiffen underneath him, and turn his head away, he knew exactly what hangman wanted, but bradley was as stubborn as his namesake and he knew it would drive hangman crazy if he didn’t say it. so with a bat of his eyelashes and a cock of his head to the side feigning innocence, bradley smirked up at the gorgeous blonde on top of him “yeah hangman?”

jake, the bastard, reachers forward and chokes him lightly, leaving rooster breathless and flustered, “that’s- that’s not fair.”

“all’s fair in love and war, darlin’” and with that Jake did what he did best, live up to his callsign. using every trick he knew to get bradley as close to the edge as he could then leaving him there until he said his name.

eventually, bradley, red in the face and pretty tears in his pretty eyes relented, crying out a loud gasp of, “JAKE!” as hangman finally let him have his release. panting, flushed and embarrassed, bradley groans as he finally calms down enough to look jake in the eye, already picturing the knowing, smug look would be on his face without even having to turn. “see, it wasn’t that hard, was it pretty boy?” and bradley could only groan, shifting so that he was ontop, “asshole.” he said as he shifted again and drew a noise from jake, “yeah, but you love me.” jake said back confidently as he pulled bradley down by his waist into a searing kiss. feeling bradley smile into the kiss with a soft smile and an even softer, “yes, I do jake,” was enough for jake to kiss him a little deeper, and fall a little more in love with the man (if that was even possible).

so yeah, jake thinks, being with braldey bradshaw is like deja-vu. its as easy riding a bike and he’ll do it as many times as bradley will let him. as long as he keeps calling him jake in that pretty voice of his.

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

TXT minisode 3: Tomorrow review

Imo, their first minisode is excellent and one of my favorite TXT albums, but lately their albums are only mediocre - the tts are catchy and solid, but the bsides are generic and lack TXT's initial charm.

I'll See You There Tomorrow - the choreo is fun and 100% something BTS would do. The track is nice and light, albeit a bit repetitive; vocals sound decent, but some of the low notes are unpleasant (eg. Soobin's). TXT are not strong vocalists and I find myself noticing that more and more. 7.5/10

Deja Vu - this track grew on me a lot. It's catchy and the choreo is good (very early BTS coded). I used to love Taehyun's voice, but sadly I think it sounds strained and kind of whiny now. He reminds me a lot of Jungkook though, especially lately (re: his stage presence and dancing). Imo Taehyun suits the center position pretty well, and they're doing well giving him some of Yeonjun's center time and dance breaks. Soobin and Beomgyu's voices are very limited and sound really weak imo. Yeonjun's voice sounds the best to me lately - he has the fullest, most natural sounding voice, as well as the most versatile and catchy. Hueningkai's tone has never been pleasant to me - it sounds kind of muffled, but he's a capable singer. 8/10

Miracle - kind of an annoying song tbh, very Avril Lavigne. There really isn't much to say about it. 6.5/10

The Killa (I Belong to You) - this track is incredibly cringy. Hearing Soobin say "I want you to take me now" in the most innocent and flat tone is... well... I get that people think he's hot, and that's surely why they put him on this track, but Soobin is just not an expressive and versatile idol, except perhaps in variety content (I don't know enough to say). Moreover, this song has such a generic beat - it's so flat and by the book -, it's not sexy at all. They also don't have the vocals for it. Yeonjun does well, but why on Earth did they choose Soobin for this? Because he's the most popular and sexualized along with Yeonjun? Beomgyu is much better at pulling off sexy than Soobin, and their singing is kind of on the same level. 6/10

Quarter Life - more rock stuff, I really want TXT to drop this sound. Kai fits this genre well, but this track is annoying and genetic. Taehyun sounds strained too, unfortunately. Beomgyu has pretty much no lines... 6/10

Anyway, this minisode is okay, but imo TXT are very much hindered by weak vocals and awkward stage presence (and beyond). They're very popular, but they could probably be more popular. Imo, TXT lack the IT factor in many ways. Besides lagging behind in vocals and stage presence, they're not that funny or charismatic. I think they fall behind pretty much all other BIg4 bgs (+ other popular bgs). I'm being "objective" about it, since TXT are certainly not going to read this, but I kind of question how Hybe put the group together. They're maybe the only boy group I found boring on Jonathan's show. I often don't know any of the groups who go on that show that well, or at all, but end up finding them charming and funny - like "Ah, I get it. This is why fans like them". Not TXT. Every time I watch interviews or variety stuff I think they seem stiff, don't interact very well with each other, and their humor is off. Imo, that's why Enhypen and SKZ surpass TXT in terms of overall popularity. SKZ are great performers who sing live and now how to engage fans. Enhypen are much better singers than TXT overall, with better stage presence and capacity to draw in fans.

Anyway, this is my opinion, but TXT are a group with the potential to be greater - perhaps with a different lineup, or if they learn to make their "weaknesses" less obvious. TXT's appeal to me was always unique and unconventional music, but now that they've lost that and sound a lot more like a "normal" kpop group, I think their limitations have grown more pronounced.

Surely, most people will disagree with me, but anyway... I'm fond of the boys as a person, but as a consumer less so.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Fake fic titles time!!!!

In Ink and Blood (heheheh I like this one)

A feather Quill with a tale of old

All in all, I have you

Nobody’s pawn (the angst potential >:3)

Just one drop

Hehehe have fun with these!!

WHOOP WHOOP thank you very much becky !!! :D

in ink and blood

becky genuinely i cannot think of ANYTHING for this. everything else came to me easily but i've been sitting here trying to think...i'll take another minute or so,,, i'm thinking vampires? pen manufacturing? a deal?? tnt duo??? IDK!!! aha i listened to a song called ink and blood so ig a horror setting could fit!..nah i'll stick to tnt vamps

quackity is a borrower, wilbur is a vampire. when quackity comes in contact with said vampire due to wilbur's enhanced senses, he realizes that wilbur is scared. quackity is too, which puts them in an untrustworthy position of "who is lying" despite both of their "shows" being completely real. (legit just wrote tommy there. that is my fifth time using tommy as a filler word today) quackity comes forward one day and requests that wilbur leaves him alone, or quackity will tell his colony of this find. (which is a total lie, quackity's been a loner for half of his life). wilbur states that while quackity wants comfort in writing, wilbur wants comfort in blood, as in, turning quackity. the man is hesitant at first, but he really isn't spiritual enough to embrace death just yet.

so quackity, having had read a few books in his lifetime, especially horror ones that he'd stolen from a human he used to live with, agreed. and wilbur, stupid as it was, wrote in words that he wouldn't do anything to quackity, despite being his soon-to-be-sire (GAHHH i'm so happy with this and i love it- esp quackity wanting it in writing and him being a lawyer- yk- HDFSHA)

a feather quill with a tale of old (holy SHIT i love that)

archeologists recently discovered the ruins of an old, small camp. the only thing about it, is, it's massive. there's towering stone walls with ropes of ivy and overgrown plants surrounding the entirety of the old place. phil, in charge of the plan to uncover the giant civilization, immediately sets off to work with his large group. they work for days, starting only with the jungle of ferns and growth. tubbo, the youngest of their party, slips off and starts investigating on his own. he'd always had a weird kind of deja vu that was in the back of his mind, flaring up whenever he did something like write in a book or watch a paranormal show. but it flared up bad here, it felt familiar.

tubbo wanders into an old tent where only the foundation stands and sees a book buried under a pile of sediment. some trouble later, he unearths a chest filled with dirt, a feather sticking upright out of it like a plant, and a book settled in between it. the voice in his head grows loud and his gut churns, it's so familiar. on the cover, it reads: dreamons. (i like tubbo and fundy and sapnap's little dreamon adventures, okay? also this rlly isn't g/t....sorry)

also just bc this is short, maybe tubbo sneaks away from camp and visits this place. maybe a dreamon comes for him, or he finds the remains of fundy, sapnap, or even himself. or.....something entirely different >:) i could totally write this...

nobody's pawn (angst. >:D)

usually, when a human finds a borrower, they capture it and put it to work. sometimes they're cruel, sometimes they're on the nicer end of the spectrum while still enforcing rules. they'll make them do work, like basic chores.

tommy had a big ego. he thought highly of himself, so when he was caught by a human, he was startled to hear that dream didn't want anything from him. not a single job was worth tommy. tommy took offence to that, and continued popping up at random times to pester him about the offer, any every time dream declined. tommy was clouded by the thoughts of why he wasn't able to. maybe he was too small, he had been unusually small compared to some other borrowers he'd met....but that doesn't mean he was any less capable.

tommy started trying to help dream. setting dream's alarm when he was too tired to, rolling lost items out from under furniture, anything. until, of course, dream would call him out on it. tommy, in the end, was always left wondering why dream did not want him. (not rlly angst...more just miscommunication involving traditions lol but i like this!! also primeboys my beloved <3)

all in all, i have you

(this just yells shrinking but i gotta figure out how to make it not a typical shrinking story... boom okay got it!) tubbo had always enjoyed tinkering with things. his attic is filled with junk he'd acquired while sneaking into junkyards and walking in the dangerous part of town. so, naturally, it didn't startle him that he'd actually perfected a shrink ray. he'd tried it on a duck lamp he had, and it worked perfectly. it was no more than a few inches when he'd hit it with the ray.

his next test subject would be their son, a little boy ranboo and him decided to adopt when they hit eighteen. it was a little nerve-wracking, sure, and for a second it thought he may have...died...but all in all, it worked!

ranboo didn't exactly know about this. when they asked where micheal went, tubbo lied and said that the boy had went to spend the weekend with jack (who was also in on it, and in on the shrink ray). he practiced on everything. and it helped with his inventions, like too-big pieces of metal that he needed to be smaller. he added settings to it to adjust things. it was amazing. tubbo, foolish as it would be to admit, felt like a mad scientist. ("i have you" refers to the shrink ray...cause yk...mad scientist...OKAY IT WAS SOMETHING I CAME UP WITH TO SWAY AROUND HONEY I SHRUNK THE KIDS LMAO)

just one drop

(ooh do i chose drop like liquid or drop like height....) for class, wilbur needed to do one of two things: find a subject, and test his concoction. his school focused on magic while including the other basic things. but mainly magic. he had magic blood from his mother, but he's the only one who did, seeing as both tommy and techno were adopted. wilbur's subject was tommy, in the end. he was the only one home at the time, otherwise it would've been techno, because he's much more enjoyable to work with (sometimes...)

he'd tried to make a shrink potion and was testing to see if it worked. the instructions for his assignment was to use just one drop from a pipette, but somehow wilbur managed to fuck that up. mainly because tommy was complaining and he squeezed just a bit too hard. which would've been okay. but he panicked and ended up spilling the vial onto his brother. his potion had worked, so he'd get a good grade...but he had to hide his three-inch-brother from his other brother and father. and...they don't exactly know that the school he goes to deals in magic. the "real" classes were more of a ruse. the magic his mother told him he had was whispered to him only a few weeks before she left, as far as phil knows, wilbur was normal.

[faithdragon36]

Faith faith faith gimme some c!faith lore I wanna know more (hey that rhymed)

OKAY SO c!Faith is a world jumper!! She’s got three main worlds that she hops between, those being Lunightia (my singleplayer world, her home world), a server called Wander SMP that is whitelisted and has its own lore (I employ a popular fandom trope called “story magic” to explain how this can be the same character even with all of the insane bullshit that goes on over there, and why it doesn’t follow her between servers) and Islandcraft! Which, for our purposes, also has story magic, although it’s gotten pretty out of control since it involves near-total amnesia and is affecting the server’s Admin(s).

She does not have any control over her powers and most of the time does not remember jack or shit about what goes on on the other servers she’s on, the rare exception being that she might sometimes remember stuff while on Lunightia, have dreams/nightmares about her other servers, get deja vu for no reason she can understand, or if it makes a joke work. You know how it goes!

Before she managed to settle with Lunightia as her home world, she jumped through a lot of worlds, usually with a specific person whose name and face she can no longer recall, but alone on occasion. (This is based on my experience playing Minecraft on Xbox 360 and Pocket Editions before they shut down, lol)

I’m assuming you’re not looking to hear about Lunightia, though, you want to hear about Islandcraft right?

Well.

She, like c!Kitty, is trapped within the narrative. That being the giant, semi-unstable time loop they’re both stuck in. Fortunately for them, the precise combination of how my headcanons work means that neither of them will permadie because of this arrangement (a combination of “Players are immortal,” “Story Magic can fuck with time,” and “I mean, is it really a time loop if you’re not resetting everything, down to the biological level?”)! That doesn’t mean there can’t be Angst, though >:3

See, c!Faith is a water dragon. She has gills. She shouldn’t, really, be able to drown at all. But her fate in this loop is to drown with c!Kitty, every time. She shouldn’t need a ship, but she’s a pirate- she could hardly sail without one, right?

And yet. She’s only a pirate after meeting him for the first time (the tenth, the twentieth, the hundredth time). She has to relearn it all, every loop.

How to swordfight. How to rig up the sails and the ropes. How to aim the cannons, how to read the maps, how to find the long-forgotten treasures, how to steer the ship from all the way in the back. It’s not second nature, even now.

One thing she knows, though, is that the world shouldn’t be like this. It’s weird. Sand doesn’t come in pink and blue and black. There is no yellow biome in the Nether. She knows this. But… How does she know? She can’t remember a time before the world was like this, can’t remember any other worlds at all. (She doesn’t think about it. Don’t think about it, just let it simmer, quietly, driving you slowly, steadily mad as you struggle to remember something, anything-)

Unfortunately for her, she’s not going to be getting any answers any time soon! This world is just slowly mutating and she is powerless to stop it :)

Fun fact about c!Faith! She’s 2’10 (picture a Maine Coon but a dragon) and adores endermen even though you’d really think that such a small creature would be at least a little intimidated by the height difference. She can also walk quadrupedally, if she wants to, but mostly doesn’t because being able to use your hands is actually pretty convenient and, shockingly, it’s really difficult to do that if you’re standing on them.

Now, to be clear, the premise we’re building Islandcraft on is that this has happened before, and it will happen again. This isn’t even close to the first time they’ve played through this song and dance. It won’t be the last. These pirates and their Vaguely Desperate Godlike Entity are going to be running this whole shebang for a good, long while yet. That being said…

…This is our first time playing this out, so not all of the details and plot holes have been ironed out yet. Also it’s, like, really late, and I haven’t consulted literally anyone else about all of the things that I just said, so if there are some small contradictions please assume that the other person is right

[vitaminwaterreviews]

(G)I-dle - 2

Alright, let’s start off with the points average which is 7.5. That’s pretty good for any given album. I enjoy how diverse the songs were, a lot of them didn’t feel (G)I-dle at all to me, and I appreciate when groups are willing to experiment like that. There was an aespa song on here, a NewJeans song on here, and of course Wife is that pure distilled Soyoen sound.

The obvious issue, of course, is song length! This is a studio album by the kpop definition, but it’s only 20 minutes long! Like, what?? My main issue with most of these songs is that they’re good, but they don’t develop at all. Like, you can only cram so much into 140 seconds. Longer songs aren’t better by virtue of being longer; they’re better because they allow for more creativity and development of themes. And so when every single song but one is so short, nothing felt developed at all. This is an album of good ideas and decent execution. So many of these songs could’ve pushed 8’s or 9’s if they were just developed better. Really disappointing.

- I know Wife pretty well at this point, I listened to it a couple of times today. I also listened to a bit of Super Lady but it was kinda mid so I turned it off. I’m blind to the rest.

Super Lady

Bass

Yeah, definitely getting second gen vibes from this, that’s what the people on Soju Talk were saying

The chorus though is … alright? But I just want More from it

Like, Nxde has More to the chorus, or at least a proper post-chorus

Oh okay so this is what they meant by a YG outro lol, I stopped listening before this point

This is supposed to be their Nxde moment I think, but I don’t think this song deserves it

7/10

Revenge

Woah, are these strings? Free reeds?

I love this vocalist in this range. I dunno her name, but we get the same thing in Queencard and Nxde

Bruh this would’ve been a way better title track, love the guitar

This is a really nice song but it’s only 2:24. I will definitely be talking about song length at the end

8/10

Doll

A bit of guitar here too, but the pre-chorus is like, string plucks?

Mmm yeah this is a nice post-chorus

I don’t think we’ve had a nice bitchy Soyeon rap moment in any of these songs yet, have we?

7/10 for the length

Vision

Oh this is neat, this is kinda NewJeansy but it’s a nice sound that I haven’t heard (G)I-dle do much

Okay this is a neat rap I guess

Mmmm the whispering

7/10

7Days

Yeahhh this is the sound we like to hear, mmmmm

The days of the week thing is super cliche but oh well, kpop is known for cliche

“Deja vu” sounds like “day”

8/10, this was super pretty, didn’t do anything Truly special though, just really good

Fate

Piano? A bit jazzy? Not quite electro swing

BASS

Wow yeah, I can’t actually tell what type of bass this is

It feels non-synthesized, but it’s definitely … augmented

I’ve been too busy listening to the bass to actually comment on the song and we’re already on the rap verse lol

I dunno how I feel about the melody in the chorus

8/10

Rollie

Wtf is this aespa shit on my good christian (G)I-dle album

Yeah actually, definitely getting aespa vibes from this singing/rapping style

Plus the instrumentation ofc

Yeah, it’s fine i guess, pretty good

7/10

Wife

I have such mixed feelings about this song

It’s like they took all the Soyeon on a regular (G)I-dle album and concentrated it all into this song

8/10

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

@cateyedfox36 replied to your post “What songs will Weird Al parody on his next albums?”

I'm so sorry people made you embarrassed to sincerely like something. He's a great guy

I have a lot of the same aesthetic issues with him that I do with Gershwin or Cole Porter (or, really, a lot of 'popular' composers and lyricists who are still considered in some way "artists" by the public), except that with Al I had the added advantage of some particular memories that no one else in the world would have.

The memory is this: when I was a kid, some friends and I would spend a lot of time making silly voice recordings on a computer, and by chance I discovered that I could imitate Al's voice surprisingly well. I also, almost accidentally, found that I could imitate imitating his voice. So there are voice recordings from when I was 13 years old or so that are, like, 'imitation of Al imitating of Al' and so on, until you get to one that's just Al singing the entirety of "I Lost On Jeopardy." It was a surreal experience when I first heard it because it sounded like Al, except that I had been the one singing him.

The other memory was that of the first Weird Al CD I got, which had a track on it called "The Night Santa Went Rampaging" (it was a 90s track, from before Al made "White & Nerdy"). [1] It's not a particularly good song, but the gimmick is that it consists entirely of endlessly repeated phrases from Christmas carols and holiday songs, except that these are all very minor changes (or at least seem that way) from the originals. Listening to it with your eyes closed creates this unique, hypnotic sense of déjà vu. I remember being dazed after hearing it, like it had etched itself into my memory in some permanent way.

You may ask: how do you know you have no sense of humor when you find this stuff funny? There's also a line on the same album that goes "Pete Townshend has really let himself go," which is literally just a rhyme of his name with "let myself go" that doesn't add anything. But I think the key is that the point was not the joke, it was the vocal quality, the cadence, and the underlying melody. I could try to find examples of the sound effects that give me an especially powerful sense of deja vu, but, well, I've already waded through 40 seconds of "Bowling Song" twice trying to find the right clip and failed, because the one good thing is that it's impossible to find clips from the album because all of them are 20 second loops.

Anyway, this is probably just a reflection of the fact that I have a lot of ideas that are unique to me, some of which happen to be similar to ideas that pop culture has and that some other people find "funny." This is not me being "different" or "hip," it's just me having weird ideas. But I guess I'm the only one who can hear them because, you know, I'm the only one with my neurons in my head.

[1] (The song in question is, in fact, not about Santa going on a rampage. It's about, like, less weird stuff. Every so often the weirdness is turned back on, though, like "Come on, have you ever thought about the implications of Rudolph's nose? He was the first guy in the world with a guy-tail. He was so happy." There's a thematic interlude in the middle called "The Polka," which contains the line "I'd like to see him in the Claus sack" and some lines about something called a "Polkasaurus." There is a coda to the song, which I think is only on the actual CD, that deals with Santa saying things like "There were no polkas this year" and "Where's the polkasaurus . . . I mean, where's the present?" and gets more and more weird.)

[jxstadaydreamer]

teaser 🔞

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader Genre: Smut Word count: 2934

Summary: You visit your family for your birthday and a few antics lead to a quick rendezvous in the family home.

Warnings: mothers pressuring you into having babies (lightheartedly), spanking, oral (f.receiving), fingering, explicit sex, degradative actions/words, rough (please let me know if you think anything else should be mentioned)

Author's Note: This is purely a self-indulgent story I wrote for myself because it's my birthday. Hope you enjoy reading! 💞

It was the weekend before your birthday and, since your birthday falls on a weekday this year, you had claimed it as your birthday weekend. You would also claim the following weekend as well but we’ll get to that when the time comes.

You were currently in the car on the way to a small family gathering to kickstart the celebrations. Chanyeol in the driver's seat with his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothingly into your skin and not so subtly trying to slip under the skirt of your dress. Actually, you’re not even sure if he was aware of what he was doing or if it was just a case of idle hands. You didn’t mind either way, the weather was starting to get a little chilly and the warmth from his hands was always welcome.

Upon entry to the family home, you were bombarded with a hoard of excited little ones rushing to greet you. Well, you thought it was you, but the confused look on your face as they ran right past you and latched onto your boyfriend was the reason he was wearing a smug grin on features. As much as your little nieces and nephews loved you, they loved him just as much. All you could do was watch on happily with a goofy grin of your own while they rapid-fired questions at him.

As you stood to the side and admired the scene in front of you, your sisters came to say happy birthday and tease you about being the forgotten one since the kids had seemed to temporarily forget you existed, commenting on how he’s always so great with them. How they had been hounding their parents asking if Uncle Chanyeol would be coming today.

“Is that who I think it is?” A voice sing-songs from the kitchen.

You can hear kitchen utensils being thrown into the sink as your mother makes a straight b-line towards you. You raised your arms to hug her but it felt like deja vu when you were once again completely ignored for your boyfriend instead.

“Mum!” you exclaimed in fake shock horror.

She looked over at you and joined Chanyeol in laughing at your sour expression.

“I’m sorry, honey, but you’re here every other day. It’s not often I get to see my favourite future in law.” A toothy grin beamed across his features. They looked quite comical, your mothers small stature tucked in a side hug against your tall beanstalk boyfriend. “Happy birthday! I made all your favourites!”

“You are forgiven,” you huffed, “Now where’s the food!?”

Everyone began filing into the dining room and there were moments of chaos as you all helped set the food onto the table. Friendly banter and conversations with your siblings as you all did your part.

Over the course of the meal and amongst all the conversations that happened, your mother would constantly make references to her desire to have more grandkids, specifically from you and Chanyeol.

“Oh, you’re going to be a great dad one day, the little ones just adore you!”

“You two would have the cutest kids, really.”

“I can’t wait to have more little grandbabies waddling around the house.”

A wink or a nudge thrown your way each time, answered with a roll of your eyes.

If you were being honest, you weren’t opposed to the idea. You and Chanyeol had been together for a while. You were both at a stable position in your lives. You weren’t sure if he was planning to propose or not. Sometimes he would throw you some subtle hints about it, sometimes you would catch him looking at the ring display in the jewelry store when you were at the mall together. Marriage would be nice but it wasn’t too big of a deal to you, it would happen when it would and, if it didn’t, you only cared if the two of you were happy together. You didn’t want to stress too much about that fact. So, if you did happen to fall pregnant, it definitely would be more of a blessing than a problem.

After the meal, everyone moved to separate areas and groups around the house to relax. You were seated with your sisters, catching up on some events when your eyes wandered over to your boyfriend. He wasn’t dressed in anything fancy but he always looked so effortlessly handsome. Just a simple button up shirt over a white tee with the sleeves rolled up and some jeans. 

Your eyes slowly crept up his body, admiring all the details of him until you reached his face. Busted. The corner of his lip quirked up, dimple deepening with his signature smirk in place. You narrowed your eyes back at him and huffed, turning your attention back to the conversation your sisters were having.

An idea suddenly came to mind, causing you to pull out your phone. Tapping your way to his messages and selecting a particularly saucy photo you had snapped earlier while getting ready. A new white lace lingerie set you had splurged on as you posed seductively in the mirror. Locking the screen the moment you were done and looking over to watch the scene unfold.

From your place across the room, you stifled a giggle as he jumped from the vibration in his pocket. Seeing a text notification from you, he looked over to you with a questioning look to which you answered with an angelic smile. Suspiciously, Chanyeol unlocked the screen, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he choked on his own saliva, launching himself into a coughing fit.

“Oh my god, Chanyeol, are you okay?” your mother fretted, patting his back in an attempt to soothe him. He panicked trying to quickly lock his phone and dropped it in the process, afraid someone might see what he just had. Glaring at you when he saw the amused look you had. You shrugged and smiled sweetly at him.

A little while later, your nephew challenged Chanyeol to a few rounds of Super Smash Bros Brawl to which he gladly accepted, taking his place on the floor slightly to the side of the tv screen.

They had gotten a few rounds in and were fairly even at this point, both having won 2 matches each. This was the final round, the decider. Anyone who had been paying attention was on edge, eager to see the results. But you had other ideas.

Just as the countdown for the matchstart was about to begin, you yelled out good luck, telling him he’d need it. He turned his head with a cocky reply ready to fire back at you but the words were caught in his mouth when he caught sight of your movements.

Slowly, you parted your legs and lifted one so you could cross it over the other. To anyone else, you were simply readjusting your position. But only someone who was sitting in the exact position where Chanyeol was currently seated, would be able to catch a glimpse of what was between your legs. Something all too familiar and yet so foreign. A flash of white lace. The exact same white lace from the risque snap he had received earlier. His mouth agape and practically drooling.

“Hey! Pay attention loser!” your nephew called out, regaining Chanyeol’s attention.

Although it was too little, too late and he ended up losing the final round.

It seemed you were full of ideas tonight, perhaps the alcohol you had been lazily sipping on throughout the night making you grow a little bolder than usual. After downing the rest of your wine, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Once inside, you snuck a hand inside your panties, feeling how wet you had grown from teasing your poor boyfriend all night and the prospects of events that could transpire once you arrived home later that night. Eyes slightly rolling back when your slim digits touched your sensitive self. But your own hands could never do what Chanyeol’s could. Not compared to his bigger, thicker, longer fingers. Reigning in your desires, you pulled your hand out of your panties and fixed your outfit before you left the room.

Returning to the living area, you noticed the seat on the couch behind Chanyeol was free and made your way over, signaling him to move a little so you could take a seat. He scooted backwards, settling himself against the couch and in between your legs. You leant forward and began massaging his shoulders, commenting on how tense he was. You worked your way from his shoulders, up his neck and cupping his jaw. Quickly surveying the room and when you were sure no one was paying you any attention, you crept a finger up his lips, brushing past the plump flesh and swiping ever so lightly across his nose.

He quickly grabbed your hand and held it in place, deeply inhaling the scent that was on your fingers. Darting his tongue out to taste if it was in fact what he thought it was. Luckily the bustling conversations around the room were loud enough to cover the slight growl that erupted from his body.

Chanyeol flung your hand back to you and pulled out his phone from its place in his pocket. Fingers flying as they furiously typed a message to you.

A buzz later, you looked at your screen to see his message preview. It was short, you didn’t need to unlock the phone to read the entire message.

Upstairs bathroom. Now.

Nervously, you excused yourself from the room once more and made your way upstairs, down the hall to the bathroom located at the end, slipping inside and leaning against the countertop as you waited.

Growing impatient, you were just about to message and ask what the hold up was when the click of the door lock made you look up. And what a sight you saw.

Chanyeol, tall, dark, looming. Eyes dark and gaze full of lust. All of which causing you to grow wetter with the need for him.

“You think you’re funny? Hm? Playing your little games with me all night.”

“A little,” you smirked, “they certainly entertained me.”

Your smirk faltered as he took agonisingly slow steps toward you. Making you feel smaller with just his eyes and the intensity in which they stared at you.

When he finally reached you, he ran the back of his hand across your jaw back and forth before flipping it over and cupping your face with one large hand, you lightly leaned into the contact.

“You’re cute but I think you forgot who’s in charge here, baby girl.” he said in a low voice, tilting your chin up so he could look you directly in the eyes.

As he held your gaze with his eyes, his free hand slowly undid the tie of your wrap dress.

“It’s your birthday but why am I the one unwrapping the present?”

His eyes dropped to your body as the tie fell, your dress opening up along with it and revealing the luxurious lingerie set you had worn underneath. His hands ran appreciatively up and down your sides, squeezing into your flesh as he admired the sight. You drop your shoulders and allow the material to fall completely off your body.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna give your mum those grandbabies she keeps asking for.”

A hand wraps around the nape of your neck, pulling you in and crashing his lips to yours, tongue diving into your mouth and wrestling with your own. The other hand kneading your breast before caressing down to your hip, rounding to your ass and giving it a loud smack that makes you gasp and pull back to send him a glare. His deep voice chuckles as he strokes your sore cheek, lifting your thigh up to wrap around his hips. Opening your legs and feeling how hard he had become from the result of your antics tonight.

Your arms crossed over the back of his neck, holding him close so you could roll your heat into his hardness. Chanyeol's face dipped into the crook of your neck, biting into you and muffling the moans that were threatening to spill, bucking his hips in time with the movement of your own.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees and presses his face to your clothed pussy. Taking a deep breath and groaning at the mere smell of your need. His fingers dug under the elastic of your panties and moved them down your legs, almost ripping them in the process, earning him a light kick to his back.

With nothing in his way, he dived into your wetness, tongue dipping past your folds and lapping up the juices that had been leaking out of you. You braced yourself on your hands behind you on the countertop but they shot into his hair the moment he pointed his tongue and started licking at your clit. You tugged his locks with each swipe of his tongue against the sensitive bud.

You jumped at the feeling of his thick finger gathering the slick around your hole before sliding in, your back arching with the new sensation. He thrusted it in and out a few times before adding a second finger, scissoring them and stretching you out for what was to come.

His fingers combined with his skillful tongue could’ve been enough to make you see stars but you pushed his head away because it’s not how you wanted to finish tonight.

“W-want you, please,” you begged.

Chanyeol stood up, removing his fingers from you and motioned for you to open your mouth, which you obeyed immediately. He stuck his fingers inside your mouth and you began sucking on them, licking your own taste off his digits while your hands busied themselves with the unbuckling of his belt, popping the button open and pulling his zipper down. A hand immediately crept under the waistband of his underwear and wrapped around his length as the other pulled the damned piece of clothing down so you could grip him properly.

You stroked him as he kissed you, licking inside the cavern of your mouth and tasting you as if he hadn’t been at the source of the salty sweet just moments ago. You loosely wrapped your legs around his hips and nudged him closer. Chanyeol pulled your hand away from his cock and placed it on his shoulder.

“Might wanna hold on.”

He placed himself right at your entrance before looking up and planting a kiss on your forehead before plunging himself into you. Your other hand shot up to his shoulder, holding on for dear life as you both panted heavily. He started pumping himself in and out of you, every stroke angled just right and driving you to insanity.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, I won’t last if you keep this up.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, “give me your cum, please.”

Chanyeol growled, removing himself and bending you over the sink before driving his cock back into you, everything happening so fast you could barely register what had happened. He has one hand pressed into your back, holding you down while the other is gripped tightly on your hip, keeping you in place as his hips slam into you.

A moan is ripped from you as a particular thrust is angled just right and hits your sweet spot.

“Do you want everyone to hear you?”

But you can’t help it. The way he’s filling you and fucking you is just too good. Your attempt to subdue your moans ends with another being ripped from your throat.

A hand suddenly clamps over your mouth. However, instead of covering your mouth and keeping it closed, two fingers slip inside, hooking onto the side of your mouth and holding it open.

“Fine, be loud then. Cry out, baby, let them hear how good you’re getting fucked right now.”

Your eyes begin to roll back as you can feel your orgasm on the cusp of breaking over.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” his hips begin to stutter, a tell-tale he’s also near his peak, “Fucking cum right now!”

With his command, you feel your release gushing as your eyes squeeze shut, colours flying beneath your eyelids and you can feel his cock twitch, hot cum coating your insides, spurt after spurt. He falls forward, warm against your back but holds himself up on his forearm so he doesn’t suffocate you beneath his weight.

Moments pass as you each regain your breath and collect yourselves, remembering where you are right now and laughing when your eyes meet. He’s still half dressed and a hot, sweaty mess. Although, you couldn’t say you looked any better right now. You both quickly redressed and adjusted your clothes, doing your best to refresh yourselves and look as presentable as normal before clambering your way back downstairs to rejoin the family.

You both gained a few looks from some family members, prompting Chanyeol to apologise with the excuse that you needed some help with the zipper on your dress. Taking your previous seats on the couch, you felt a gaze burning into the side of your head so you turned to face your sister.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing, just funny how you don’t actually have any zips on that wrap dress you’re wearing.”

You were mortified. Chanyeol, however, had the smuggest grin on his face, dimple deeper than ever, earning him a smack to his chest that just released the boisterous laughter that he was holding in.