#THAT WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE MUSICALS AND THEN

[missydior]

CINNAMON GIRL ୨୧ (part i)

♡: when nobody suspects, you deliberately try to offer hints of the truth – aka. you & charles slowly launch your relationship when everybody is convinced you’re untouched.

notes: charles leclerc/singer reader, secret relationship, releasing & soft (?) launching, engagement, i’ve used song & album names from other artists here !

– based on this request ☁️

type: smau ・ face claim: madison beer ᥫ᭡

part ii: here !

a/n: my first smau on this blog </3 honestly not as proud of this one bc i had difficulty trying not to make it too long or awkward but i adore any excuse to look for pretty pics on pinterest, ily all

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yourusername: “there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live.” cinnamon girl out now ! i had so so much fun producing this song, love from me to you all <3

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user1: will be listening to this song on repeat for the rest of the year now

user2: literally obsessed 🫶🏼

friendusername: you deserve the world

yourusername: i <3 you

user3: can’t wait for your lover era one day, the songs will be lushhh

user4: girl, y/n already produces perfect music & lyricism without a man in her life, she’s doing just fine on her own

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newsofy/n: in a recent interview following the release of her new single ‘cinnamon girl’, y/n said “I am always inspired by those around me […] the support of my friends, family are the foundations of my work, every lyric and song is so personal to me – from experiences or those so dear to my heart…”

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user1: she is such a sweetheart, we must protect her.

user2: did anybody else notice that smile when the interviewer asked if she has any romantic ‘muses’ or inspiration?

user3: you’re taking it out of context, i’m pretty certain y/n is still as single as all of us </3

user2: ouch true, but you never know

user4: oh to be the muse of one of yourusername’s songs

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f1gossip: the monaco grand prix annually attracts all kinds of faces from the glitz & glamour, this year including the music industry’s sweetheart yourusername who had claimed she wanted to “return” to the place she has always adored, in person.

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user1: I wonder who she’s supporting 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

user2: probably charles leclerc, like every single girl who breathes.

user1: be quiet, I wouldn’t blame her anyway

user3: she looks like an angelll, paddock princess here she comes

user4: omg, didn’t she mention once in an interview that her father’s a lover of f1 too?

user5: I think I saw some old pics of her when she was like five with him at the belgian grand prix

user1: my two favourite people ever have MET EACH OTHER? crying inside currently

user2: they would make the most iconic couple

user3: girl bffr, they have just met

user2: let me be delulu, okay?

user4: no he has heart eyes

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yourusername: monaco, you were a blessing this weekend and i can’t wait to see you again soon, je t’aime <3

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user1: please, please, please come next year too, the paddock needs your fashion sense

user2: not charles lurking in the likes haha

user3: she’s got him interesteddd

user4: y/n and f1 was honestly the collab i never knew that i needed

user5: soon? what other business do you have in monaco?

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f1gossip: in a recent interview, when asked, charles leclerc revealed that he has listened to yourusername’s recent single ‘cinnamon girl’: “i’ve heard it a few times on the radio or shuffle, i think whoever is on the receiving end of her love songs now or in the future will be a lucky man, for sure.”

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user1: he’s definitely in love

user2: they’ve literally met once

user1: okay? i’ve never met him and i’m in love with him. anyway, we don’t know what they do away from the cameras and stuff

user3: he knows something we don’t.

user4: y/n’s friends are alwaysss on the gossip and i love it, they probably tell her all about it lol

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yourusername: from a secret admirer xoxo

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franciscagomes: finally?

yourusername: don’t pretend this is the first time

user1: y/n what does this meannnn?

user2: do you finally have some chance in your love life?

user3: that sounds so backhanded help

user4: whoever they are, i hope they treat you well y/n <3 our angel

♡ ✧ 。*・.

a/n: this feels a little rushed and awkward but i loved doing it nonetheless with my fun, little aesthetic </3 i’ve decided to divide it into two parts simply because it was getting long lol.

part ii: here <3

[tellnotalespod]

List: Queer creatives to spend your money on instead half-arsed pride merch from Target 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

We're all aware by now that when you buy pride merch from one of Those Companies, your money is just going to a CEO who half-heartedly told someone to slap a rainbow on it and call it a day. So why not use that money to support an actual queer person who’s working hard to make art?

I've collected a(n incomplete) list of queer creatives who would benefit from your support this Pride Month - this is fairly limited in scope, as it only includes creators who responded to my call for links (or whose links were sent by friends & fans). It is also, for that reason, fairly audio-drama-heavy, but not exclusively so! It includes sections for crowdfunds, online stores, ttrpgs, and ko-fis and patreons for creators of a variety of different art forms.

The list is long, but worth a look through. Have a browse, see if anything appeals, and if you'd like to add any links, please do! Share the list around, shout out your friends and peers, boost your favourite artist, and vitally, self-promo is strongly encouraged!

Crowdfund campaigns:

Starting off strong with Forged Bonds @forgedbondspod — A queer, myth-bending audio drama retelling of Aphrodite and Hephaestus's love story.

This one takes pride of place as the inspiration for this post. Pine is working SO hard to make sure their cast gets paid regardless of crowdfunding outcomes, even if that means paying out-of-pocket. Help them avoid having to do that by supporting a truly kind and wonderful creator. (Crowdfund ends in a little over two weeks!)

We've also got a tight time-sensitive crowdfund for Waiting For October @monkeymanproductions — an upcoming queer supernatural audio drama series from the creators of Moonbase Theta, Out.

At the time of posting, they only have 13 hours left on their crowdfund, but they're 93% there! Help them cross the threshold and tell what I'm sure will be another gorgeous and wild story.

And for the horror lovers, a new crowdfund from The Morbid Forest — a deep dive into all things grusesome!

They are hoping to fund their fifth season, and it's looking to be their biggest yet. A lot of what they're asking for will be used to pay guest authors they're bringing in for the new season, allowing platforms for up-and-coming writers. Help them make this a reality!

All three of these creators also have Patreons you can subscribe to instead of (or in addition to!) their crowdfund: Pine Tree Pods, Monkeyman Productions, Morbid Forest

Buy yourself a little treat:

Saph the Something creates ethically handmade clothes made with vintage materials by a non-binary queer individual, with an emphasis on non-default clothes for non-default people.

You can find Saph's physical goods on xaer ko-fi (including a GORGEOUS loose-knit subtle trans flag tee)! Or support xem on Patreon for early access to content, behind-the-scenes updates, and more

For prints and pins of some truly stunning art, visit Survival of the Artist's ko-fi!

If you love gorgeous, unsettling underwater horror, you're going to absolutely love these prints

Eeler's Choice @eelerschoice is offering their season 1 soundtrack on Bandcamp!

Eeler’s Choice is a maritime horror fantasy podcast that serves as a reminder that the ocean never gives back what it takes unchanged. The music is GORGEOUS and if you love sea shanties, folk music, and eerie ambient instrumentals, you'll love this album.

They also have merch on sale, the logo sweatshirt is one of the best things I own

Pyon is an afro-latino freelance artist, writer, designer, and indie game developer

He is currently working on a visual novel magical girl project, @magicalwarriordiamondheart and you can buy prints, plushies, apparrel, charms and more from their store (or support him on Ko-fi!)

Xan Larson is an Illustrator, Comic Artist and Content Creator with a specialty and marked enthusiasm for mythological creatures of all kinds and all cultures.

She offers a huge range of treats on her website, including art prints (& original paintings), resin art, and books

Dylan Birtolo is a writer, a gamer, and a professional sword-swinger

Dylan has a huge number of books on offer, primarily fantasy, including anthologies, novellas, and novels.

TTRPGs galore:

(these also fall under the little treat category, but there were so many that I felt they needed their own section)

Sunken Rust are a game company run by married couple Dave Eisinger and Jazz Eisinger, and they offer a range of absolutely delightful TTRPGs, ranging from a wholesome GBBO-inspired micro RPG, to a solo journaling game about exploring an abandoned mansion.

Tea Witch Games is run by Anna Landin, a queer Swedish illustrator, comic artist and game designer. She offers games that run the gamut from sweet and cozy to weird, sad and spooky.

K. Petker offers games from wonderfully unique perspecitves including heroines of the princess council, children facing the apocalypse, and cats protecting their humans from the supernatural.

Christine Prevas is a writer, designer, PhD student & erstwhile librarian offering TTRPGs that range from two-player steamy horror to theatrical tragedy, and more.

Unseeliejess is a game designer and social worker, and my personal favourites from her offerings include Oops! All Draculas! and multiple sapphic-focused TTRPGs

Thoughty is run by Beau Jágr Sheldon, including innovative TTRPGs in a range of formats, as well as some games that break away from the table entirely.

Riverhouse Games includes a ton of fun concepts, including a micro-game about cleaning your kitchen and a game about telling your hot gay (dragon) boyfriend you love him. They also offer a guide to writing your own RPG!

E. Chris Garrison is the proprietor of Chris's Compendium of Free RPGs, one of the oldest game repositories on the web. They are also the designer of Saving People / Hunting Things, a TTRPG inspired by monster-of-the-week style television shows such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Supernatural. They also have a ton of fantasy, supernatural, and sci-fi books on offer

Handsofblue offers a campy horror game about awful people and a serial killer, and a solo knitting game

Drazillion is an award-winning narrative designer, writer, and artist, offering a huge portfolio of games with a strong focus on queer narratives and themes. You can also support her on Patreon

Patreons & Ko-Fis:

Finally we have some ways to directly support the creators you love or their ongoing projects!

Soul Operator @souloperatorpod is a multi-genre fiction podcast, created to highlight solo ttrpgs.

If you haven't listened yet, you absolutely should - this show will rip out your heart and you'll be grateful for it. Support them for behind-the-scenes content, exclusive short stories, and more

Divine Rodentia Studios @divinerodentiastudios is releasing a new fiction anthology audio drama, Sixth Door to the Left

This is some truly intriguing and wonderful storytelling, and you can support them through the development of their upcoming project, The Loser's Game.

YamiKakyuu @yamikakyuu is a writer, photographer, amateur digital artist, and horror podcast enthusiast.

Supporting them will help an up-and-coming voice actor invest in decent equipment (a huge barrier to so many incredibly talented VAs breaking into the industry!)

Daisy McNamara is an *incredibly prolific* podcaster, the co-creator of Eeler's Choice and Waterlogged, and has contributed his talents to so many more

Daisy has made such a huge contribution to the audio drama world, so if you've listened to any podcasts to speak of, you've probably enjoyed some of her work. Your support can help him make ends meet and continue creating!

And finally (because I fave a few pals who'd kill me dead if I didn't do a bit of self-promo), I'm Leanne Egan, the creator of Tell No Tales, an audio drama about ghosts and the people who refuse to hunt them. While there is currently no way to support the show financially, my debut novel, Lover Birds, releases soon!

As a bonus, if you're in the UK, you can pre-order it from a North-West-based queer indie bookshop too!

[mcytblraufest]

Ever seen a piece of art and gone "I need to write something about that?" Our Reverse Big Bang is all about that! Our artists have been busy, and now it's the writer's turn. The process of writer claims starts today! We will release an anonymous list of the art at 10am EST, and then 24 hours later you'll be able to put your name in for the ones you want to work on!

And what sort of art do we have? Well let me tell you, we have 25 traffic series art pieces, 30 dream smp, 7 empires, fully FIFTY hermitcraft art pieces, 5 lifesteal pieces, one each from MCSR, naked and afraid, scenario SMP, sleep deprived smp, smpearth, sos smp, and witchcraft smp, 2 from pirates smp, 9 from QSMP, and 3 from ygoscast.

There are fantasy aus, space aus, "this guy is an android", "these guys are a boy scout troop", pern au, parkour civilization, amongus, homestuck, sentient weapon au, selkie, my little pony, flower fairy, cowboy, late night tv, modern mafia, dark monarchy, reincarnation, mermaid, college au— and I assure you I have just scratched the surface of what is in this spreadsheet.

We have two needlecraft art pieces, 3 videos, 1 cosplay, 1 game, 2 music pieces, 1 animatic, 1 minecraft data pack, 1 minecraft map, 5 web weaves, and a LOT of digital and traditional art. People have made reference sheets. Comics. Headshots. There is SO MUCH. 145 art pieces from all over MCYT ready to go. The artists have been working for a month to make fantastic art pieces depicting their favourite AUs, ready to inspire a fic, and boy have they delivered, and now it's time to sign up and go ME, I want to write something with THAT art. All of MCYTblr welcome! If you are a writer who wants to join this challenge (or if you want to beta read one of the eventual fics), join the discord for more information!

[highking-cardan]

Cardan’s tips for getting your girlfriend back.

1. You were wrong, she is right.

2. She is a queen, whether in the metaphorical sense or the real one, and you should treat her as such.

3. She is the best thing in your life. Remember that

4. Girls like flowers. Find her favourite flower (ghost might know)

5. Whatever she wants for the next month, let her have it. If she wants to pick the music or what you have for dinner, let her.

6. Apologise. And make it pretty.

7. Yap about how you love her and you how you fucked up and how if it happens again she can push you off a building.

8. You need some really dramatic catchphrase for your fans to obsess over, my personal favourite is: come home and shout at me, come home and break my heart if you must, just come home. (I can give you more)

@vampirel00rd

P.S. IF YOU WRITE ROMANTIC LETTERS MAKE SURE SHE GETS THEM

[tomssexdoll]

HELLOOO, i totally love your work sm so i had an idea where tom and reader get into a fight after readers boy bestfriend was being too touchy and flirty with her at a party. Tom drags her out and they fight at his apartment and it ends with smut.

I think you know what im trying to say, hope you see this. Much love ❤

HIIII MUNCHKIN

Bold

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF (at the end) SYPNOSIS: At a party, your boy bestfriends gets too bold and starts to hit on you, you never notice and only chalk it up to him being jokey, but Tom sees it another way. When Tom catches him grinding on you that's when he loses his shit, dragging you out of the party and on a quest to punish you when you get home. A/N: meow WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (doggy), teasing, yelling, eating out, hair pulling, spanking

Me and my best friend Jake had gone to a party together, my boyfriend and his brother Bill had also tagged along. It was just a party from a mutual friend, one that threw the biggest and craziest ones.

I wore something kind of skimpy, Tom had given my trouble for it before but I just shut him down, reminding him that I love him and him only and if something happens I won't entertain it.

We walked into the party, counters scattered with bottles of alcohol, random drugs on the floor in little ziplock bags. I picked my drink of the night, settling on pineapple vodka, my favourite.

"What're you drinking?" Jake came up from behind me, resting a hand on my waist, "oh, just my favourite of course, I put in a special order before the party," I giggled, pouring him some shots.

"Lucky, you know he never takes special orders, he must like you," jake smirked, taking a few shots before taking some whiskey. "I don't get how you like vodka, whiskey is way better," he muttered, grabbing a big glass.

"Well, me either," I shrugged, not being able to come up with an excuse. I felt eyes burning at the back of my head and knew it was Tom, I turned around and saw him staring daggers at me, his eyes glazed over with jealously and possession.

I just smlled and blew a kiss, knocking him out of his trance, him doing the same. I sighed and went back to drinking, grabbing Jake and going to the dance floor.

Tom of course followed us, staying eerily close to make sure no one did anything to me. He leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, I just ignored him and started to dance.

"You look so hot y/n," Jake smirked, I chuckled, "oh thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I always took his compliments as a joke, he'd never ever tried to make a move on me so I didn't care what he said.

After a while of dancing and singing along to random songs we went back to the drinking area, grabbing some more drinks and even snatching a joint off of someone.

I lit the joint and pressed it to my lips, sucking in the smoke, passing it over to Jake. "You take that so well," he chuckled, taking a drag from the joint.

I giggled, "yeah I guess so, but fuck..that shit is strong," I took another drag, blowing the smoke in his face. We went back to the dancefloor and started dancing again, I swayed my hips to the music, lost in the moment.

I felt Jakes hands on my hips but didn't think anything of it, focusing on the way I was dancing, I didn't notice that he was grinding on me and attempting to kiss my neck.

I heard heavy, raging footsteps coming towards me, I looked over to see Tom storming over to us, rage in his eyes. "What the fuck?" he yelled over the music, grabbing me and leaving Jake no time to talk back.

"Tom stop!" I protested, trying to break out of his grip as he dragged me away. "Stop fighting!" he growled, trying to pull me away again but I kept stopping him.

He grunted and grabbed me by my waist, slinging me over his shoulder and marching out, slamming the door behind him as he walked to his car.

"You think it's funny huh, grinding on him in front of me?" he yelled, shoving me into the passanger seat. "Grinding on who? Tom what are you talking about?" I chuckled, "don't act dumb y/n, you and Jake were fucking grinding on each other," he turned the car on, speeding off.

"But..what? I wasn't Tom.." I murmered, cursing myself in my head, realizing I was too lost in the music to realize what he was doing. "Oh shut up, you knew what you were doing.." he scoffed, pulling into the driveway.

He grabbed me and dragged me inside the house, shoving me into our bedroom. "When I get back you better be fucking bare, ok?" he tilted my chin to look up at him, I nodded. "Good girl," he sighed and walked out.

I instantly took my clothes off, throwing them somewhere in the room and getting onto the bed, I heard his heavy footsteps trudging in the hallway, his tall figure emerging in the doorframe.

"Fuck..see, this is what he doesn't get to fucking see," Tom approached me, leaning down and kissing my neck roughly. "I'm sorry..I didn't realize what he was doing.." I whimpered, laying back on the bed.

Tom just ignored my cries and crawled towards me, leaning down and putting his head between my legs, admiring my glistening pussy. He dove his head into my cunt, pressing a kiss to my clit, my body tingling.

He began teasing my entrance with his tongue, slowly flicking it against my wet folds. His tongue delved deeper into my pussy, tasting my sweet juices as he lavishes kisses on my folds.

"Oh fuck.." I moaned softly, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nub, shock waves coursing throughout my body as the pleasure built up. "Fucking slut..so ungrateful.." he murmered, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pushing his face fully into my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit.

"Mmmh!" I cried out, throwing my head back. He ate me out like a starved man, bringing his fingers to my hole and shoving 2 in, thrusting roughly.

"T...tom!" I groaned, arching my back. He continued his assault on my pussy, his tongue flicking against my clit with expert precision.

Hearing my moans only fueled his desire and he began licking and sucking at a faster pace, "mm..you taste so fucking good.." he groaned.

Tom increases his efforts, his tongue circling my clit in a rhythmic pattern, his fingers curling against my g spot, he could feel my body tensing up as I near the brink of ecstasy.

"Let me hear you scream my name.." his voice is low and husky, sending vibrations against my sensitive skin as he continues to lick and suck at my pussy.

With one last lick I came, my juices spilling onto his fingers. Tom gripped my hips tightly as I rode out my orgasm, his tongue still flicking against my clit to prolong the waves of pleasure throughout my body. He smirks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction.

"Get on all fours, now," he demanded, standing back up and watching as I blindly obeyed him. I kept my ass high in the air, exposing my wet pussy to him. He growls in reponse, gripping my hips and pulling me back towards him.

I heard the sound of his belt unclicking and his pants dropping down. He pressed his clothed cock against my ass, grinding softly. "You know what happens to bad girls?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck.

"No.." I whimpered, "they get punished.." he growled, freeing his cock and letting it rest at my entrance. He pulled me down onto his cock, starting to thrust into me. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me with fierce intensity.

"So fucking bratty.." he smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. Toms thrusts became more urgent and desperate, the headboard beginning to bang against the wall with each thrust. He kept smacking my ass viciously, leaving bright red marks on the skin.

He fucked me with all the force and intensity of a man possessed, like he was being controlled by something. His muscular body slick with sweat as he took me roughly, "oh my god!" I cried out, feeling his tip abuse my g spot.

He reached down between my legs and starts to rub my clit roughly, pushing me closer to another orgasm. His cock hit all the right spots, I felt myself getter closer and closer to an intense orgasm, my head hazy from all the pleasure I was intaking.

He grinned wickedly, seeing the amount of pleasure I was in, his fingers worked their magic on my clit as he pounded roughly into my sopping cunt, feeling my pussy softly start to clench around his cock.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to his chest, bombarding my neck with roughly and sloppy kisses. He reveled in the power he had over me, his hands roaming down to my breasts and squeezing them roughly, "fuck..you're mine, don't ever forget that," he growled.

He loved seeing me like this, completely under his control, knowing he has me wrapped around his finger. His cock continued to slam into me, hitting my g spot perfectly, my orgasm dangerously close.

"Gonna cum!" I whined, he grunts as he fucks me harder, feeling me tighten even more around his cock as I start reaching my peak. He can't hold back any longer and with a loud groan he spurts a thick load into me, "fuck!" he moaned.

I whined at the feeling of being filled, my orgasm washing over me, juices spilling all over his large cock. He collapsed on top of me, spinning us around me letting me rest on his chest, knowing I was exhausted after 2 intense orgasms.

His gaze softened as he saw me, my chest heaving up and down, sweat coating my forehead and my eyes screwed shut. He brushed a stray hair from my face and kisses me softly, causing my eyes to flutter open.

"Look, I know you didn't mean to do anything with him..but, I don't want you around him anymore, he gives me weird vibes and it won't be long before he does something like that again," he sighed, trying to get me to understand his point of view.

I nodded, "after that I don't think i even want to see him again, I don't want him to draw a wedge in our relationship, I love you a lot Tom," he smiled softly, "I know baby, I love you too, get some rest ok?" he kissed the top of my head, caressing my back gently.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @kaulitzswhxre @ballhair @20doozers @cosmicck @tomsonlyslut @miyukafujii @bkaulitzlover @ella1289 @ge-billsgf

[hazbinshusk]

husk x reader. a birthday present written for the wonderful @monstrousvoice. just pure, tooth-rotting birthday fluff featuring everybody's favourite alcoholic feline bartender. hope you like it!

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“D’you think Angel will be upset that we left early?” you ask as the two of you make your way back to the Hotel. It’s just barely three a.m., and the streets are reaching their peak of sinful depravity all around you.

“If he even notices,” Husk replies with a shrug of one shoulder. A car screeches around the corner, and Husk takes hold of your wrist, tugging you over to walk on the other side of him so he’s between you and the gutter. Your skin is warm where he touches you, and you feel a brief pang of disappointment when he releases you. “He seemed pretty… distracted.”

You chuckle quietly. Angel had been enjoying the limelight at a new club opening, and with Cherri there to keep an eye on him you hadn’t felt too bad about calling it an early night.

“I gotta say, Husk, I genuinely can’t tell if you enjoyed yourself tonight or not.”

The promise of free booze thanks to Angel’s level of celebrity had warred with the loud music and large crowds for the bartender, but the former had won out.

“Not exactly my kind of fun,” he admits and you feel his wing rise quickly behind you, hear the sound of glass breaking against the dense wall of feathers that suddenly shield you from harm. He shakes away the broken glass before tucking his wing back down against his shoulder. How he’d noticed the bottle’s trajectory towards you without turning around you had no idea. “But it’s lookin’ up.”

You smile to yourself as the two of you make your way up the hill to the hotel, your shoulder bumping against his briefly. You can feel warmth swirling in your stomach at the easy proximity between the two of you and you swallow, fixing your gaze pointedly on the hotel ahead of you. Your friendship with Husk has steadily become one of the brighter points in Hell for you, and you didn’t need to jeopardize it by letting yourself indulge in whatever it is you’re feeling.

The two of you don’t speak again until you’re in the lobby, and the two of you linger there for a long few moments. You swear you feel Husk’s eyes on your face but when you look up, he glances towards the bar, rubbing his claws through the fur at the back of his neck. You cough awkwardly, jerking your head towards the stairs. “So, I… I’m gonna head up. But I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I’ve got somethin’ for you,” Husk blurts out as you turn away, and you stop, surprised. When you meet his eye he looks almost… embarrassed, his ears low and the bridge of his nose a soft pink. He clears his throat, making his way to the bar. “It’s, uh…”

You follow him curiously, taking a seat on your usual stool as he rounds the bar to reach beneath it. He glances back up at you in a way you could swear is shy.

“Can you, uh… jus’… shut your eyes for a minute, okay?”

You raise a brow but do as he asks, folding your hands in your lap. You can hear him fumbling around with something for a moment, a soft click, and after a few moments you feel him take the stool beside you. Without opening your eyes you turn to face him, your knee bumping against his thigh.

“Okay,” Husk’s velvet tenor says quietly, and you try to ignore the shiver that runs up your back. “You can… you can open ‘em up now.”

You do so slowly, blinking a couple of times before your eyes settle on the space on the bar between you.

A cupcake sits on a small china plate on the polished wood, topped with soft white frosting and a single burning candle. You stare at it for a few seconds in surprise before dragging your eyes back to Husk. The candlelight plays over his features, the warm light making his eyes glow.

He gives you a small, embarrassed smile. “Happy birthday, doll.”

“How did you even…?” you swallow; you can feel the beginnings of tears welling to stick in the back of your throat. “You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I wanted to.” he says and shrugs a shoulder as though it was a gesture that didn’t make your heart flip against your ribs. “Didn’t think your birthday should be all about someone else.”

You feel a soft smile on your lips, your eyes falling to where your hands were still twisted together in your lap. “Thank you, Husk.”

“You okay?” he asks, his own voice now barely more than a gentle rumble. With your eyes on his you feel your breathing hitch… you hadn’t realized just how close he is to you. “You’re, um… you’re blushin’.”

You nod slowly, and you see his eyes fall to your lips for a moment. Your heart flutters, and you feel yourself lean forward for a second. A brief flicker of surprise passes over his features before he moves forwards incrementally too. The moment hangs between the two of you for what feels like forever, the passing time only marked by the shadows dancing over his face and your heartbeat pounding in your chest.

And then… and then the two of you lean forward, his lips brushing softly against yours.

It’s hauntingly brief but still leaves you breathless, and you feel your inhale come shudderingly as he pulls away. He doesn’t go far, his forehead only inches away from pressing against your own.

“’s this okay?” he whispers and you nod, bringing your mouth back to his.

Husk kisses you with reverence, his lips achingly soft and his breath fanning warm across your chin when you part briefly. You reach up to touch your fingers to his cheek, carding your fingertips carefully through the soft fur. A quiet sound, almost a whimper, escapes you as you feel his hand take a gentle hold of your waist.

The kiss doesn’t deepen, doesn’t morph into something salacious, it just lingers in an embrace that sends butterflies through every part of you.

When you do finally pull away you’re breathless, and you see the warmth in your cheeks mirrored in the pink of his. His paw still rests on your waist, and you can feel it curl in the fabric covering your side as you lean over and blow out the candle on top of your cake.

[virgo-dream]

virgo-dream’s dreamling masterpost

In honour of @mr-sadman’s Dreaming Week 2024, I have compiled this masterpost of all my fics and fanart!

I highly recommend checking the Dreamling Week tag to see some of the amazing fanworks created by this fandom.

Happy Dreamling Week! ☁️✨

☁️ fanfiction ☁️

✨ one shots ✨

golden hour

rated G / 695 words / fluff

Hob had two favourite times during the day: dawn and dusk. Opposite in their purpose but equal in their beauty, dawn brought new life to restful spirits every morning, while dusk tucked them in gently every night. Hob loved the soft, lilac tones that shifted into golden, that faded into oranges, purples and deep blues, over and over again, marking the passage of never ending time.

Another thing he liked, dearly, was seeing Morpheus under the light of the golden hour.

metaphors

rated G / 2.5k words / idiots to lovers

the one where Dream is fucking dense and Hob is desperately in love.

the night of the storm

rated G / 2.6k+ words / hurt/comfort

across from the shadow figure sitting on his armchair, and offered the best smile he could muster. “…rough day? I feel like you’re not doing very well. Don’t ask me why.”

Are you not afraid, Hob Gadling?

or: Hob Gadling comes home to find the shadows need a shoulder to cry on.

freely given

rated G / 4k+ words / whump, hurt + comfort

Dream had no idea how he intended to help Hob. It was the right thing to do. He had stumbled into enough of Hob Gadling's nightmares to know for a fact that disease wasn't something he took lightly.

daisy chains

rated G / 589 words / tooth-rotting fluff, idiots in love

Hob tells him to use the door but doesn't mind when his friend just shows up uninvited because to Hob, Dream will always be welcome. Dream, on the other end, wants to know more about Hob, be a part of his life, even if it means spending more time in the Waking World. And then, like every good thing, the physicality starts small: a pat on the back, a hand on the shoulder.

or: they don't know it, but they're falling in love.

spring roll for your thoughts

rated G / 2.3k+ words / domestic fluff

Dream and Hob both need a moment to rest after a long day at work. They both find comfort eating reheated leftovers and daydreaming about the future.

the miracle of song

rated G / 1k+ words / christmas fic

Dream of The Endless has a long standing history with avoiding music since the loss of his only son, Orpheus. His relationship with Hob Gadling might make him change his mind.

A story about love, loss, bad karaoke and Christmas miracles.

one of their own

rated G / 3.6k+ words / queer themes, first kiss

Hob Gadling invites Dream to a meeting of the uni's queer clubs at the New Inn. Dream learns more about his own gender identity, and that he's very much in love with his best friend.

glitter glue and butterfly stickers

rated G / 1k+ words / dreamling parents, tooth-rotting fluff

Hob and Dream have been married for over 10 years and are raising a daughter together. After a long day working on his thesis, Hob receives a letter from his 7 year old daughter Lucy, detailing her thoughts on an article he’d written.

safety net: a bolt in the blue story

rated T / 3.1k words / fic of a fic, mutual pining (set in the universe of @valeriianz’s bolt in the blue)

Endless is in the middle of its first headline tour, and Dream has been doing his best to hold his own in the ever changing routine of touring. After one particularly intense concert, Dream finds himself extremely overwhelmed, and relies on the help of his trusted bass tech, Hob Gadling, to ground himself again. In the process, he finds that a few feelings have become impossible to ignore.

some mornings: a man of good fortune story

rated G / 1.1k+ words / domestic fluff, omegaverse (set in the universe of @softest-punk’s a man of good fortune)

Some mornings are easier than others, when one finds themselves in the state Dream is currently in. He remembers how mornings were when he was pregnant with Orpheus. As winter slowly approached their home by the sea, some mornings became harder than most for Hob.

A story of finding new purpose, switching roles and falling in love again and again. The moon is also there.

✨ multi-chapter ✨

when I wake up, there are only your eyes to greet mine (complete)

rated M / 14.2k+ words / victorian soldiers au

Five times Sergeant Robert Gadling woke up to Captain Morpheus Apeiron. One time Morpheus woke up to Hob.

A very unlucky battalion finds itself in the command of one Captain Morpheus Apeiron. He doesn't seem particularly worried with their survival, but mostly with ending the war as soon as possible. Sergeant Robert Gadling seems to be the only thing keeping all these young and inexperienced soldiers alive. After one particularly heated fight between them, Hob ends up discovering there is much more to his Captain than meets the eye, but is he seeing Morpheus as he truly is, or through the prism of his own desire?

may dream (incomplete)

rated M / 7.5k+ words posted / hurt/comfort

It's been 10 days since Dream of The Endless was rescued from Fawney Rig by one Hob Gadling, who takes it upon himself to see to Dream's recovery. While with Hob, Dream is provided with something he'd been missing even before his imprisonment: to be cared for.

☁️ fan art ☁️

he’s wearing the north face jacket

change or die magical girl

happy birthday dream sketch

thursday night at the drag bar

Halley’s Comet mini comic

come here often?

softest-punk’s witcher au fanart

avelera’s giving sanctuary fic cover

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Forbidden Love: Chapter 2

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Can we just kiss like real people do?

Summary: Professor!Emily x fem!student reader explore their new relationship.

Word count: 1.3k

TW: kissing, mainly jut fluff

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female reader

Masterlist

Criminal Minds Masterlist Emily Prentiss Masterlist

Emily’s pov: 

I can’t believe we are going out. I know she’s a student but honestly, I couldn’t care less about the rules right now. She’s perfect. We’re currently standing in the lecture hall and she's in front of me, my hands on her waist just looking into her eyes, trying to memorise every little feature on her face. I lean down and whisper in her ear “What do you think about dinner tonight?” I feel her lean into my touch as she says “I’d love that.” A bright smile breaks out on her lips. God, I could look at her smile all day, it’s infectious. 

I pull her into another kiss and take her hand as I lead her to my car. I open the door and she mutters a small ‘thank you’ and I smirk at how even the smallest gestures make her swoon. I walk to my side and turn the car on. Once we’ve gotten on the road I place my hand in hers and bring it to the gear stick, feeling her tense up at first but relaxing after a second. I look over at her and see her smiling still while looking out the window, her eyes flick to mine for a second and then back as she blushes again. She’s going to be the death of me. 

Reader pov:

Her hand is in mine, HER HAND IS IN MINE? I’ve never been so, I don’t know, jumpy? Because of another person before. It’s just something about her, the way she holds herself, the way she talks, the way she looks, the way she says my name, the way she cares. God, everything about her makes me nervous. 

As we pull up to a restaurant near the outskirts of town my mouth drops open. Not only is it Italian food -my favourite- but it’s super fancy. We’re in the wealthier end of the city right now so that really shouldn’t surprise me but it did. In my haze I didn’t see Emily leave the car and make her way over to my side, she opened the car door and took my hand to help me out, scarlet creeping onto my cheeks. 

“Such a gentlewoman.” I say teasingly.

“Only for my girl.” She husked into my ear. Her girl? Oh my god.

As we got seated, she pulled my chair out for me and motioned for me to sit, “Thank you.” I looked down at the menu to distract myself from her sheer presence making me hot. She sat opposite me and asked me “Do you drink?” I smiled at her politeness.

“I do, and I’m not fussed about what.” Her eyes lit up when I said that - clearly excited to have control over the drinks for the night. Without sparing a second she waved over a waiter and asked for some fancy red wine with a fancy name that seemed like it cost a month's rent. The waiter came back with the bottle and two glasses, poured us both one and left the wine in the ice bucket he also had with him. She picked her glass up and gestured towards me and I lifted mine.

“To our first date.” She said with a smile which I gladly returned. 

“To our first date.” We clinked our glasses and each took a sip of wine. My mouth watered at the taste. She really did know what she was doing when it same down to wine.

“Good?” Emily wondered out loud.

“So fucking good.” I replied. She seemed pleased with my answer and continued to browse the menu. God she’s gorgeous.

After dinner - which consisted of enjoyable, easy conversation and just generally getting to know each other outside the teacher, student setting - I got back in her car and she began to drive me home. While we were driving in a comfortable silence the pleasant hum of the radio in the background, my favourite song came on: Like Real People Do by Hozier. My eyes lit up and a grin made its way onto my face. “I love this song!” I say to her excitedly. 

“No way, same, Hozier right?” I turn to look at her even though she can’t look at me because she’s driving.

“Yeah, I love his music! What’s your favourite song by him?” She pondered for a minute before answering.

“Probably Work Song, what about you.” She seemed genuinely excited that I knew his music and it made my heart flutter.

“Either Work Song, the one that’s playing now: Like Real People Do or, Cherry Wine.” Her hand finds mine and is trapped on the gear stick again once I finish talking.

“You’ve got amazing taste in music.” My heart felt like it was going to soar out of my chest when she said that, it’s honestly my favourite compliment. 

“Thank you so much, so do you!” Her hand squeezed mine as she said,

 “Thank you angel.” My head ducked to hide the blush bought on by the pet name, which she clearly has picked up on by now, but her unoccupied hand found my chin and turned my head to face her. I hadn’t even realised we stopped but I didn’t question it.

‘Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips and we can just kiss like real people do’

The song played as she pulled me in closer to her and locked her lips with mine. It was like heaven on earth, like two puzzle pieces sliding into place. Her lips already felt like home. We pulled away breathless, and she still held my face in her hand, the other one still preoccupied holding my own and gazed into my eyes, “Can I have your number honey, so I can check up on you and stuff?” I grinned affectionately at her rambling and the fact she just asked me for my number, I said yes and gave her my phone, unlocked. As she typed in her number I couldn’t help but stare, her gorgeous smile gracing her lips, her eyes lit up in the light of my phone, her raven hair sweeping her shoulders, her nose scrunching as she sniffled a bit, she’s just god sent. 

I was pulled from my thoughts when she handed me back my phone, allowing me to chose her contact name, knowing she was going to watch whatever I put in I named her ‘em ❤️’. I closed my phone and looked at her, seeing her smirk already forming. “A heart hm?” I just nodded my head as she chuckles lightly, “You’re so cute love.” She pecked my nose before bringing me in for another kiss, stealing my breath yet again. As we pull away I try to stifle my yawn, feeling the affects of the lecture and dinner catching up to me. “You should probably go get some sleep y/n/n.” A nickname already? God if I wasn’t down bad before I am now. 

“Y/n/n?” I questioned her just as she did me. A crimson layer painted her face and not mine for once. 

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you?” She tilted her head slightly as she beamed at me teasingly, already knowing my answer. 

“Of course it is.” Another kiss was planted on my lips and I smiled so hard my cheeks burned. I looked towards my flat and got my bag from the footwell. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said hoping she wouldn’t have to be away for a meeting and actually get to teach. 

“See you tomorrow princess.” I smiled again at the nickname, shut the door and waved to her as I got to my front step and walked into my flat. She’s perfect.

[taesanluv3r]

lost in love songs.

han taesan x reader

a short, three part, friends to lovers story.

ੈ✩‧₊ hidden love unfolds when taesan's ipod nano accidentally ends up in the hands of his best-friend, yn. a certain playlist catches her eyes, revealing the true feelings kept within the depths of the boy's heart.

part two: about a girl.

reader goes through an overwhelming amount of emotions (shes crying 😿), some cuss words, myung jaehyun (reader's older brother) comforts her <3 lowercase intended, excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors! enjoy :3

wc: 2,009

masterlist 𖦹 part one 𖦹 part three

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"damn, can't believe that dork writes songs about my loser sister…i say we give it a little listen and-"

jaehyun's words are interrupted, "get out of my room" yn says sternly, a finger pointing out the opened door and her face dead serious. her brother rolls his eyes, "whatever, i'll leave you to it i guess. weirdo…maybe you two are meant for each other" the girl flips him off, climbing off of her bed to forcefully push her annoying sibling out the door, slamming it shut behind him. she sighs, turning back around and staring intently at the silver device that remained on her white bed-sheets. her stomach hurts as she sits down beside it, her heart pounding straight out of her chest, though she doesn't know why. yn takes a deep breath as she holds her friend's ipod in her hands, the size of it unfamiliar to the girl who was so used to her larger phone. the wired earphones were tangled and grey from how worn out it was, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if it were really a good idea to be listening to the song her friend made a point to keep hidden from her. but it was right there, staring at her with her name written on it, literally. yn scoots, her back making complete contact with her pillows, a fluffy cloud-shaped plush toy sandwiched between her chest and her knees. she sticks an earphone into her left ear, beginning to do the same on the other side when the ping of her phone stops her. turning over to the device, she blinks slowly at the contact name on her screen.

han taesan.

she watches from afar as countless texts and a few missed calls came in, her arm reaching out to grab her phone. yn contemplates for a moment, his urgent warnings forming a sense of hesitance as she falls into a dilemma. once again, she sighs, turning her phone on do not disturb, ignoring the guy's begs and pleas before she averts her attention back to the ipod nano. blocking out all outside noise, the other side of his earphones find place in her right ear, a finger grazing against the white buttons that decorated the silver music player. yn exhales, finally pressuring the tips of her nail, pushing play on the very first track,

'about a girl.'

the name directly stolen from a song by his favourite rock band, the girl fully expects her friend's usually grunge-y sound. however, yn is taken by surprise when a soft guitar acoustic hits the surface of her eardrums instead. the rhythm of the track almost as sweet as the lyrics that he begun to sing. taesan's voice is smooth like butter, matching perfectly with the rather simple strumming pattern of the stringed instrument. being fully produced in his bed-room on a cheap microphone he got at the thrift shop, the girl finds herself smiling slightly at the shuffling sounds she could still hear in the background, breath hitching when she finally processed the words.

i listen to love songs in hopes they come true. i listen intently to conversations with you. my mind turns into mush and i can't seem to speak. in seconds i'm out, the door shuts with a creak. i could talk about her for hours on end, i could talk with her, or maybe not, it depends. cause she drives me insane, and i've got worms for a brain. and i can't get her out of my head.

the girl doesn't know what to think. it just all sounds so…foreign. the taesan she knew never wrote songs like this, or at least none that she knew of. the shy and reserved boy would never be caught dead showing this much emotion in real life, his honey-like voice fades out as the instrumental gets louder, giving the girl a moment to think. a million questions swarm into her head. he wrote this song…for her? she's lost in the music for a moment, her mind racing as she goes through about a billion thoughts per second. her heart fluttering at the very idea of this whole thing- i mean, it was as if all those romantic dreams she's had were finally coming true. a whole song written for her? frankly, the girl was on cloud 9. yet still, yn can't help but doubt herself, does he really feel this way for her? her best-friend since middle school? the ever so introverted han taesan who's never even spoken of love, this is him? as the questions swim through her brain, his soft singing wakes her up again.

this girl that i know, she's a girl that i like. but she won't feel the same, i don't know though, she might. i just can't, and i won't, let her know how i feel. i fear it might slip and it'll all become real. for my mouth only speaks around her, and my mind only thinks about this girl.

after another beat or two, he sings the final words of his love song,

still, you drive me insane. and i've got worms for a brain. think i might like you more than a friend.

with that, the first track in the two-song playlist comes to an end. the room is silent, the only thing she could hear was the quiet sound of her deep breaths. yn's mouth hangs open, her body freezing up like she had just been transported to the arctic without shelter. she doesn't even want to listen to the other song, in fear it'd make her heart beat faster than this one did. unconciously, a single tear begins to run down her cheek. "i know you said to go away but mom's asking what you want for dinner" the sound of her older brother's voice shakes her out of the daze, her eyes blinking rapidly as her head turned towards the door. "are…are you crying?" jaehyun asks, eyes widening as he began to walk over to where she sat on the bed, taking a seat beside her. "i…" she starts but doesn't continue, not really knowing what she was going to or even wanted to say. "so…you listened to that song, huh?" the boy asked, his features softening at the sight of his tearful sister who looked…well, lost.

she nods slightly, "just…just the first one" she mumbles, gulping all too loudly as her hand moves up to wipe at the tears that stained her blushed cheeks. "so? does he like you, or what?" jaehyun's question comes out a bit rushed, like he was impatient to know. "i…i don't know" and before they knew it, the girl had broken down into tears again. she still didn't know why though, the lyrics of her friend's song was nothing but sweet. however, the truth about the feelings he had, the ones he must've been keeping from her this whole time…it made the myung girl overwhelmed, not really knowing how she had to react. "hey, don't cry" her brother coos, a hand stiffly patting against the small of her back as she sobs into her hands. "yn…i know you hate it when i tease you but, don't you think it's obvious he's always liked you?" she lifts up her head, fully looking at her older sibling with confused eyes. "and don't lie, yn. we all know you're a terrible liar. i can tell by the way you smile when you mention him, i can tell by how annoyed you get over silly things about him that you, whether you like it or not, you're just in love as he is" jaehyun lets out a breath after talking too fast, his lips pursed into a line as he hits his sister with the reality of her feelings, and her best-friend's.

"but…" she starts again, stuttering as the salty taste of her own tears managed to seep into her mouth that started to feel a little dry. "but what if it's all a misunderstanding? i mean, what if i got it all wrong? what if this ruins our relationship forever? i shouldn't have…i shouldn't have listened to this. i-" the rambling girl gets cut off, "yn!" jaehyun's voice is louder by a decibel, his hands pressed firmly against his shaking sister's shoulders. "yn, look. there's only one way to find out. and you and i both know that things will only get weird if you don't talk to him about this, right?" the myung girl sighs, nodding at him, a grateful look on her face for her older brother and his big heart- even if he bullied and teased her half the time. "you're right…" another ping grabs their attention away from each other and over to the phone she had tossed to the other side of the bed. "i think that's him…" jaehyun smiles softly at his love-sick little sister, reaching to pass the phone over to her before patting her back lightly. "talk to him, yn. tell him the truth. what's the worst that could happen, right?" he says, earning a half-assed smile in return from the girl.

"besides, he did write love songs dedicated to you- something tells me you two are going to be just fine"

the boy gets off of the bed, "i'll tell mom you're not hungry yet. let me know if you need anything, okay? and if it is all a misunderstanding, which i doubt it is, i'm only a call away and i'll fight the guy for you!" the last part makes the girl giggle, breaking away from her somber state for a moment, rolling her eyes as the older sibling began showing off his non-existent arm muscles. he shot her a quick good luck before he was out the door again. leaving myung yn alone, alone with the thousands of messages and calls from a panicked han taesan.

emo loser (taesan) yn, whatever you do DO NOT touch my ipod. yn answer my calls!!!! yn please. yn, don't do it. it's too late isn't it? yn… i'm sorry.

the girl can't help but feel sick, the guilt of it all making her stomach turn and her heart to swell in pain. she takes a deep breath, the ticks on the bottom right of his messages turning blue, signifying that she had finally read them.

emo loser (taesan) you listened to them, didn't you?

yn's breathing gets heavy and fast, her fingers trembling as she began to type out a response.

i need to talk to you.

she bites her lip, nervously watching as the three dots appear then disappear on his end of the chatroom, like he had started to type but stopped half way through. yn shuts her eyes, opening them to stare at the ipod nano that had turned itself off at some point before. her gaze is turned back to the phone in her hands when he finally texts her back.

emo loser (taesan) meet me at the playground tomorrow? i have so much to say you'll listen right?

yn smiles softly, a sudden feeling of warmth engulfing her previously frozen body. she nods to herself, fingers hovering over the digital keyboard.

tomorrow at 1?

this time, he texts back almost immediately.

emo loser (taesan) i don't think i can wait that long meet me there at 10 unless you're still sleeping, lazy ass.

the boy's teasing joke, after the whirlwind of emotions she had just gone through, comforts her a little. suddenly, the girl feels confident that her brother was right and that they'd be okay after all.

see you at 10 then, weirdo

the conversation ends there. yn hides under her covers that night, her stomach empty though she didn't feel the need to eat, and her body exhausted though she couldn't seem to sleep. she's still in disbelief. the sound of his voice playing over and over again in her head all night. the lyrics tattooed onto her brain as she finds herself lost.

lost in the love song he wrote for her.

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first of all tysm for 100 followers !!! HEHEHEHE taesan straying away from his usual emo grunge music to write secret love songs for yn 😿 featuring the lyrics that i wrote myself <3 THOUGHTS??? reblogs n feedbacks are highly appreciated!! send me an ask, let's talk abt this 💭 see u guys in the final part!! love, kona.

[marie-swriting]

Waste Of Time | Not Anymore - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [2/2]

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Emails I Can't Send Masterlist

Part one

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You finally manage to forget about Jake but now, it's him who can't get you off his mind.

Warnings : Jake being a dick, angst, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), sad ending (for Jake), maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.8k

Song inspiration : Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

You’re putting eyeshadow on when the music coming from your phone stops and your ringtone can be heard. You look down and discover a name you thought you’d never see again: Jake’s name. Jake interrupting your life isn’t something unusual, unfortunately, you still remember the last time it happened. 

It was about five months ago. You were in a similar situation, you were getting ready when Jake called you and still being so hung-up on him, you picked up the phone in one second. At first, you tried to be strong, not wanting to give in so easily, nevertheless Jake is a smooth-talker, he found the right word to make you fall right into his arms. On the phone, Jake was desperate to have you again, to be the man you deserved. He told you everything you wish he said to you and you trusted him. You should have known it was all talk. Jake and you got back together for two weeks before he left you behind again, though this time he didn’t break up through the phone, no, he ghosted you. At that point, it was the second time he broke your heart, needless to say you’ve learned your lesson since then. You did everything to forget him and to focus on you and your career in the Navy. You can now affirm without making any mistake that you’ve succeeded. 

In fact, whilst your phone keeps ringing, Jake’s taunting you, you decide to decline it. However, you don’t stop here. You unlock your phone and block him before deleting his number. The second you press ‘deleting this number’, you feel a weight off your shoulders. Your story with Jake is officially in the past. You didn’t fold and you deleted the last thing that linked you to him. Proud of yourself, you put down your phone, turn on the music again and keep putting on your makeup.

Once you’re ready, you go to a bar twenty minutes away from your apartment. You find your friends who are also all dressed-up. You order some drinks then you tell each other the latest gossip. For the first time in a long time, you finally manage  to spend a night with your friend without being sad about Jake. You’re laughing, you’re drinking, you’re dancing and you’re having fun like you never had in a long time. You’re so wrapped in your own bubble that you don’t hear the bar door opening. Jake and Javy enter the bar, wearing their kakis. Though you’re on the other side of the bar, he hears your laugh from the entrance. He tenderly looks at you while you keep chuckling with your friends. Jake has to admit he didn’t randomly pick this bar. He knows you often come here and as he didn’t get an answer to his calls, he hoped he’d found you here. He wants to talk to you, make it up to you and tonight might be the night. Jake tells Javy he has to do something and that he’ll join him in a few minutes. Leaning on the counter, Jake orders a beer for him and a glass of bordeaux for you - he knows it’s your favourite wine just like it’s his, it was one of your numerous things in common. While he makes his way to your table, he has his best smirk on his face. With your friends, you drink shots when Jake is in front of you.

“I’m buying you the next round, ladies, my treat.”

Hearing Jake’s voice, your smile fades and your eyes throw him daggers.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to offer you this drink.” he says as he puts it in front of you.

“No, I mean, what do you want from me, Jake? Are you stalking me or something?”

“Wait, that's Jake?” one of your friends asks, looking him up and down.

“You talked about me? Only good things, I hope.” Jake states with a wink.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you talked about his oversized ego.” replies another one of your friends and she gives a look to the other women at the table.

“What can I say? I’m simply the best and I know it. Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my achievements, I’d like to talk to you, Y/N.”

“And I’m excited to never talk, so goodbye.”

“Y/N, please.”

“I’m here with my friends, not to be with an ex that can’t stay away.” you retort whilst Jake tries to look content.

“I just wanna make amends, you deserve it.”

“So you can get me in your bed again before you toss me aside like an old sock? I don’t think so, just take your glass of wine and leave.” you drily say and you hear your friends supporting you.

“Ok, I’m gonna leave you alone, but you can keep the glass, I know it’s your favourite.” he offers with a proud smile.

“Actually, it’s not. It’s your favourite wine, I was only pretending to like it for you. Go away.” you finish as you give him back the beverage.

Following your sentence, Jake leaves with the wine, his beer and his smirk so he can hide his bruised ego. He didn’t expect you to be this harsh with him. He’s not stupid, he knew you wouldn’t fall for him as easily as you did the first two times, on the other hand he had never heard you use such a dry tone before. Jake puts down the glass of wine on the counter before finding Javy who can’t help but laugh at him as he saw the scene from afar. 

The rest of the evening can be summarised to Jake who watches you having fun without having a care in the world for him. Jake tries to find a way he could get you to listen to him. The last times he came back, he wasn’t sure about your relationship but now he is and he wants to be a good guy for you, he wants to be the man you want him to be. He knows you won’t trust him that easily, yet he hopes he’ll find the right words. Javy advised him to let it go, seeing you’ve clearly moved on, however Jake is stubborn. 

At one point during the night, you go to the bathroom and while you’re washing your hand, the door opens on Jake. You sigh, you don’t pay attention to him, though. 

“I called you tonight, several times.” he starts more humbly than earlier.

“I know.”

“Really? As you didn’t answer, I thought-”

“I hit ignore and in case you’d want to try again, don’t do it, I got you blocked.” you cut him off, looking straight in his eyes.

“Okay, I get why you did it, I deserve it, I was a dick to you.”

“That’s the least you can say. I gave you everything and all you did was give me heartbreak.”

“I know and I want to make things right. I wasn’t honest with you when I broke up, I didn’t have good reasons and every time I came back into your life it was just to leave you again. I shouldn’t have done that. I think I was scared of committing to you, but not anymore. This time, I promise, I’ll be better, I’ll be the man you deserve, I’ll know how to commit to you.” he affirms making you scoff.

“Like last time? Or the time before?”

“No, this time, I mean it and I want to  do it. I’m gonna do it. I miss you and you can’t imagine how mad I am at myself. I should’ve realised sooner how lucky I was to be a part of your life and not ruin it. I lost the one real good relationship I ever had because I was too much of a dick.”

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry for your loss, but it’s too late, Jake,” you reply, completely annoyed. “You’ve had your chances, actually you’ve had too many chances. It’s always the same with you. I’m your dream come true and the second it becomes serious, you run for the hills. Your signals are mixed and I’m sick of it.”

In your voice, anger and pain are mixing up and Jake’s guilt increases.

“This time, it’s different, I promise, I won’t break your heart. I love you and I want you in my life, I wanna be in your life.”

“There was a moment in my life where this kind of speech would have worked and you knew it damn well because you took advantage of it and every time, I fell back in your arms because I was desperately hoping you had changed but it was never the case.” you accuse, pointing your finger at him. “I tried, I stayed hung-up on you longer than I should have. You were haunting every one of my thoughts to the point where I was making up fake scenarios where you’d become a better man and that’s why every time you gave me a small hint you were the man I fantasised about I would go back to you. I was going crazy because you were too much in my mind but not anymore. Before, I would have answered your call in a heartbeat. Before, I would have dumped my friends for you. Before, I would have spent my night wondering what you’d be doing. Now, I don’t and my God, it feels good not caring where you are, not dumping the people I care about, not to desperately wait for a sign of life from you. I feel so much lighter as a feather with you off my mind, you have no idea. I finally cut you off and I feel so much better. So no, Jake, you can’t be in my life again. No matter how honest you might be tonight when you say you want to change, to be a better man and quite frankly, I don’t want to see it. Besides, if you have to be a better person, you should do it for you. If you do it for someone else, it’ll always be temporary. You have to change because you want to do it for yourself, not to get the girl. In any case, I hope what we had will serve you as a lesson, that you’d never take another woman for granted and that you’ll keep in mind she can get tired of your shenanigans and she can leave you like I’m doing. All of this to say, make sure to solve your commitment issues before finding another woman, like this, you won’t do what you do best, leave her hanging. Stop being Hangman and start being Jake.”

Jake stands there as he comes to terms with what you just told him, understanding he’s ruined every chance he had with you. As for you, you don’t wait another second, you leave the bathroom and slam the door behind you as you leave Jake behind.

Part one

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[starcanwrecked-confessions]

“wishing Paul had more of a reaction to Alice” anon, hello !!

it’s not outright or super obvious, but Paul is upset about it!! i have overanalyzed Not Your Seed to hell and back, for writing reasons & just for fun, so i have a lot of thoughts about it !!

the number is primarily about Alice & Bill’s relationship, and after the scene, things have to move quickly just for pacing, but I spent a few of my watches focusing on Paul, and i love Jon’s background acting so much

of course a lot of this comes from filling in blanks with your own hcs, views or interpretations, but this one’s mine:

Paul spends most of the beginning of Not Your Seed focused on getting him and Bill out of there before they get infected too. He looks scared when he looks at Alice, but because she’s an alien, not because Alice is dead. I think at this point, he’s distancing himself, putting up this barrier and telling himself (and Bill) that this isn’t Alice, because she’s singing and dancing and she is a threat.

But then the bridge happens !!

The spotlight falls on Alice, Bill is slightly illuminated but not upfront because this is an emotional thing for Alice (or, Not-Alice). You can see Paul holding himself as he backs out of the light, like he’s trying to comfort himself.

This is the big moment, right? “Why does it hurt to love you?” This is a huge moment, what real, human Alice has probably been thinking for years since the divorce. Even thought they’re being manipulated by this alien hivemind, those are real thoughts and feelings from Alice herself.

So then the lights come back up, and Bill at this point is numb. You can see it in his face, in the way he’s halfheartedly moving, the fact that he’s no longer trying to get Alice to break out of it. He knows his daughter is dead, he knows it’s his fault, he knows he’s let her down far too many times, and he can’t do it anymore.

Paul though. He is gripping his arms when the lights come back up, and he is visibly upset now. He stands next to Bill and they both step back as infected!Alice and the other two approach them, singing, and if you look at Paul, you can see how upset he is.

[This small part here is my favourite part of his acting in this number]

HE LEANS DOWN !! Paul is stepping away from her, but he looks into singing Alice’s eyes and leans down, like he’s looking for her !! He’s trying to see Alice, through this fucked up infection !!

He’s processed now that that was Bill’s daughter. That was Alice.

That was the little girl he used to babysit who would make him watch disney movies. That was the preteen who was moody and took advantage of his & Bill’s willingness to make her happy and not upset her. That was the teenager who still texted him sometimes, just to check in. He knew her. He cared about her. And now she was actually gone.

The bridge helped him realize that, & that’s why it’s probably my favourite part of the song (putting aside my personal relation to the lyrics), it is SO impactful, to the audience and the story. It makes it so, to Paul, instead of just to the plot, that is another person Paul has lost because of this.

It is unfortunate that you have to look so closely for these hints, but hey, Bill tries to kill himself afterwards, then dies, and then Paul gets knocked out by the fuckin military, so it makes sense, especially for an under 2 hours long musical. An upside though, is that looking so closely to notice these things gives you so much more appreciation for the wonderful actors and their talent !!

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[atzdjngo]

about me : hi, my name is jude, i am seventeen years old, from the UK and i have been shifting since late 2019 / early 2020. I have successfully shifted twice, both times to a harry potter dr ! this blog was officially created on JUNE 3RD 2024. my pronouns are they / them , but i only accept masc terms, fem terms make me uncomfortable - and gn terms quite often feel like fem terms, so please avoid those too! my goal on this blog is to meet other shifters, share scenarios, motivate myself etc;

my dr's :

i shift to a lot of places but the ones i will post about the most will be in bold ateez 9th member dr, stray kids 9th member dr, block b dr, shinee dr, 4th gen soloist dr, 3rd gen soloist dr, black knight ( kdrama ) dr, harry potter dr, mamma mia dr, outerbanks dr ++ more that i've forgotten to mention probably !

i also have a few casual ones, but i won't bother to mention them just yet !

likes , dislikes , hobbies : likes : writing, reading, kpop, shifting, blogs, making layouts, making discord servers, krp, the colour green and the colour red, musicals, snow days. dislikes : rude people, antis, toxic stays/blinks/armys, entitled people, shifters who tell others what they can and can't do in their own dr. hobbies : shifting, writing, reading, editing, making layouts for both tumblr and discord, role playing, etc;

dni : if you anti any of my ults - ateez, stray kids, the rose, shinee, block b, kep1er. if you're an anti - shifter. if you're a supremacist of any sort. if you're homophobic, transphobic, sexist, racist, ableist etc; if you push your religion onto others - i am atheist. if you anti kpop in general. if you're a pro - shipper, defender/committer of paedophilia, defender/committer of beastiality.

please interact if : you stan any of my ults - listed above. you're a shifter. you're lgbtq. you're into kpop. you're into anime. you're into musicals.

stan list + biases : favs are in bold !! groups : ateez | park seonghwa stray kids | han jisung , lee minho block b | u-kwon shinee | minho , onew the rose | ot4 kep1er | hihiz ( hikaru , bahiyyih ) 2PM | junho xikers | hunter , yechan tomorrow x together | taehyun , huening kai enhypen | jay twice | nayeon , jeongyeon big bang | taeyang , g-dragon xdinary heroes | jungsu , gaon lucy | ot4 nct 127 | yuta nct dream | jisung all my casuals ( warning, there are many! and they will be updated often most likely. ) : seventeen, jwiiver, blank2y, black level, bae173, tfn, day6, x-piers, viviz, nct wish, wayv, the new six, iz, ballistik boyz, rescene, unis, illit, the boyz, cix, exid, lun8, ampers&one, all(h)ours, 1the9, tempest, vixx, epex, dreamcatcher, black pink, bts, superm, nmixx, 8turn, riize, zerobaseone, boynextdoor, xeed, history, the kingdom, kard, sistar, purple kiss, red velvet, nchive, oh my girl, girls generation, gfriend, stayc, astro, i.o.i, brave girls, aoa, rania, 4minute, got7, tvxq!, miss a, monsta x, shinhwa, ikon, pentagon, wanna one, clc, mamamoo, treasure, nature, lovelyz, 2z, billlie, hellovenus, brown eyed girls, tws, oneus. soloists : kangdaniel woosung max changmin woodz ha sung woon taeyang g-dragon yuju nayeon chungha taeyeon sunmi jackson wang ugly duck wonstein bang yongguk ong seong wu george mino rain iu seo ji won marz23 keshi han sung woo woojin gaho demian hwasa somi chuu my favourite dramas + tv shows : uncontrollably fond - kdrama true beauty - kdrama the business proposal - kdrama king the land - kdrama meteor garden - cdrama f4 thailand - tdrama hwarang - kdrama outerbanks - western show never have i ever - western show use for my talent - cdrama angels last mission : love - kdrama anne with an e - western show arcane - western show cheer up - kdrama ( SO GOOD WATCH IT ) surviving summer - western show a time called you - kdrama doona - kdrama pending train - jdrama black knight - kdrama BLOODHOUNDS !!!!!!! - KDRAMA ( my all time favourite ) rain or shine - kdrama

extra : my fc in my dr is a more masculine version of myself, so i usually use random male kpop idols as my reference claim. i do not shift to change my race, nor do i wish to. this is just the easiest way to reference ! i also do not support my idols problematic actions, and never will. but i do enjoy their music, and for the most part - i do not allow their controversies to stop me from listening to music. also , post inspo by @sosarie + @ningsols

[sunflowerim]

Absolutely love how Alice Oseman perfectly encapsulated the emotions of fans and fandoms in I Was Born For This :

‘It’s such an interesting concept to think about,’ I say. ‘People think boyband fangirls all just want to kiss the boy-band boys and marry them and live happily ever after. Whereas if you actually asked a lot of fangirls, they probably wouldn’t even say that they had a crush on the boy-band boys. It’s a different sort of love, to be honest. It’s an I’d probably take a bullet for you but I’d probably feel a bit weird if we just started kissing sort of love. Add that to the fact that there’s an extremely high percentage of LGBT+ people in fandom, particularly queer girls, usually because it’s a much more diverse and accepting space than real life, then the percentage of fangirls who are just in it because Lister’s soooo hot is actually quite small. And that’s just one of the many things that outsiders don’t get about fandom.’

I feel a spike of joy in my heart, a stabbing burst of love and happiness that makes me feel like everything’s going to be okay, as long as our boys are in the world.

And people sneer. Sure. I get it. Adults especially. They see all these teenage girls and they think it’s because we’re stupid. They only see the tiny percentage of fans who take it too far – the stalkers – and they think we’re all like that. They think we only love the band because of their looks; they think we only like their music because it’s relatable. They think all of us are girls. They think all of us are straight. They think we’re dumb little girls who spend all our time screaming because we want to marry a musician. They don’t understand half of it. Any of it. How could they? Adults don’t think teenagers can do anything, anyway. But despite everything in the world being terrible, we choose to stand by The Ark. We choose hope, light, joy, friendship, faith, even when our lives aren’t perfect, or exciting, or fun, or special, like the boys from The Ark. I might be a disappointing student, without many close friends, with a life of mediocrity waiting for me back at home – an average degree from an average university, an average job and an average life – but I will always have this. In an otherwise mediocre existence, we choose to feel passion.

and my favourite <3 :

‘Everyone’s normal, really, aren’t they?’ Bliss says. ‘I mean, everyone’s normal, everyone’s weird, everyone’s just trying to deal with their own life and keep calm and carry on. And hold on to something that’ll keep them going.’ ‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘That’s why people get into fandom and bands and stuff. They just want to hold on to something that makes them feel good. Even if it’s all a big lie.’

[asoulwithadream]

(beware, beware, spoilers are here, prepare for trouble, and make it dot and bubble)

Seriously, I love that Ruby and the Doctor are working together as a team. It doesn't feel like the brilliant one and his hopeless sidekick, it's the Doctor and his companion, both equal in their purpose and both equal in their use. Not only from an outside perspective, but it feel also like they see each other as equal, and I'm so here for it.

The plot was pretty Doctor Who-y. I mean, how more Doctor Who can you get from the man-eating slugs who are eating pompous rich kids on a planet in alphabetical order because they're chatbot gains sentience and now hates them? (that was a rhetorical question, don't answer it)

I also really enjoyed the message of the plot—racism and the prevalence of social media, the bubble that entitled white rich kids live in. My favourite part of this episode is watching people on Tumblr analyze and read between the lines because it really makes you realise things.

One thing I NEED to absolutely mention is the ending. Lindsey is his and my 13th reason, of course, but other than that I'm absolutely living for the desperate-turned-bitter Doctor, the one that is trying to convince people but realises that they're people, of course they won't listen. One that turns resentful, disappointed. I talked about this before, the possibility of a darker, maybe even 'evil' Doctor, and the spooky ass music wasn't disproving the theory at all.

To restart my streak, I need to fucking praise my dear babes Ncuti for the like fifth time, because how he acts is absolutely bonkers. His "unbridled exuberance" is thrilling and I can not wait to see MORE OF HIM SPECIFICALLY PLEASE MAKE A DOCTOR CENTERED EPISODE AGAIN! HE'S TOO GOOD AT ACTING TO NOT BE THE LITERAL CENTRE OF ATTENTION ALL THE TIME. Some of my absolutely genius hilarious and amazing commentary:

Gothic Paul is the realest one here.

"2 LONG hours" Lindy needs to experience a 9-5

I feel like they're trying to replicate the bad CGI monsters but with good CGI and I'm kind of loving it. Let's go man-eating slugs!!

WHEN RUBY SAID "HOLD ON, I'VE SEEN HER BEFORE" I FREAKED. SUSAN TWIST RECOGNITION GUYS, IT'S HAPPENING, THEY'RE REALISING

Ricky September is the realest one here

"If it has achieved sentience and it has learnt to hate you"

Lindsey if I catch you Lindsey (i'm pushing her into a slug just you wait)

[itsmelodramasblog]

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angst ; mention of death ; mention of su!cide ; definitely without a happy ending ; english is not my first language

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・. cemetery was definitely a place that joost visited too often. at this point it became his second home, even if he never wanted it that way. he was used to spending fathers & mothers day in a company of stone graves, after all these years he was almost accepting his fate of being an orphan. he was okay with that, because he had you by his side. unfortunately whoever was responsible for his life story , didn’t liked when joost was finally honestly happy.

today was valentines day and also anniversary, where you two supposed to celebrate another year together. but this year it was going to be different, maybe you weren’t there physically but joost never could possibly stop loving you, he doubted that he would be ready to move on ever again. he bought a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and slowly he started to walk in the cemetery direction. it was the same one, where all of his family members were buried so he knew this place like a back of his hand. he remembered how back in the time he was actually terrified to visit his parents, the whole atmosphere was too much for him, but now it felt too natural.

sometimes he wondered if he was the only person that visited you there, the grave was sadly empty only colourful bouquet that joost placed was bringing the illusion that you actually was remembered by people. he looked at the gravestone, where except your full name, date of birth and death, he could see a beautiful picture of yours. he knew that picture, it was him who took this, it was taken at your first anniversary, when you finally agreed to pose for a photo. you hated them, but you also knew how important it was for him.

“joost i said no” you said with fake seriousness, but quickly you broke the character by laughing, as he pointed an old camera at you.

“come on it’s just a quick one picture, you look amazing we have to mark this moment” he smiled and you just rolled your eyes.

“okay, but only one” you finally agreed and you extended yourself to smile as much as you could. second later you heard a ‘click’ sound.

“beautiful, now when i will be sad i will look at this pretty smile of yours” he kissed your temple as you smiled, looking at the portrait picture.

and he did, even now looking at this, he felt a bit calmer than he was before visiting. you were the only person that could make him feel better, you were his literal saviour.

joost met you right after his mom died, he was a little kid that just lost both of his dearest parents. but magically you entered his life, just like an guardian angel that his parents could send him. at first he treated you as a free therapist, that was always there to listen his sometimes dumb monologues, but quickly you became the most important person to him. you were with him in every stage of his life, you always supported his decisions, being the number one fan.

he couldn’t be more grateful that you decided to choose him as your significant other. but back then he didn’t knew, that you would leave, just like everyone else in his life.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・. memories

information about him being the next represent of the netherlands at the eurovision music contest spread out quickly. he was extremely excited that they would give him that opportunity to perform, all of his friends already congratulated him but there was only one person he wanted to be with right now. his little sunshine that could brighten up his whole day just by your smile or some stupid joke, that only you find funny.

the neighbourhood you lived in was a peaceful place where you were the only young person, which he only found hilarious when he visited you and the older ladies always sent him this grumpy looks, because he wasn’t looking like elvis presley. your apartment was inspired by the classic old style, which suited the fact that you were surrounded by grannies. without knocking he entered the hallway, seeing your shoes he knew that you were home, so he called out your name but no one answered.

“babe! you’re home?” he asked again, as he walked in your small bedroom, he saw you standing in front of open window, when you heard someone’s step you turned around and saw joost. you weren’t looking as yourself that day, but the excitement that he felt clouded his mind.

“hi, what are you doing here?” you asked quietly, sending him unnatural smile, but for him everything was still perfectly normal.

“i’m going to the eurovision, just like i promised you” he referred to the conversation you two had few years ago, when he started to take his music career seriously. he promised you, that he would dedicate his performance on the biggest stage to you.

“i knew it, i’m proud of you” pulling him in a tight hug, you fought with yourself to not let the tears fall out of your eyes. “can you bring me a cup of water please?” you asked quietly, and he nodded with his typical beautiful smile, kissing you softly in temple before he pulled out from your embrace.

“i love you” a beautiful last words, he ever heard from you. after getting back to your bedroom, all he could remember was the broken glass that slipped out of his hand and this freaking opened window. to this moment he was grateful for himself to not look at your dead body laying at the dirty ground. to this day he doesn’t have idea why would you do something you were always against. you have always thought that suicide was for funks and narcissistic egoists that think that everything is about them. but now you were one of them, and he couldn’t understand why.

even if you weren’t with him anymore, he fulfilled his promise and the eurovision stage could admired a dedication to three important people, that chose to leave him in this sad world.

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as promised here’s the angst, hope that it’s good and i didn’t disappoint anyone. thank you for attention!! ily

[starryyyeyedfool]

hey I’ve just found your account and I loooove your writing!! could you do some arthur tv with a singer gf hcs?

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐓𝐕 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐟:

summary: how arthur would react to his partner being a singer

author's note: hey guys! sorry that I kinda disappeared for a while but I'm back now and I've got some ideas im working on rn so hopefully I can finish those soon. tysm for the request anon, hope you enjoy reading :)

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-> he's your biggest fan

-> goes to all your important shows/events to cheer you on, and brings along as many of his/your friends and family as he can

-> would seriously contemplate wearing a shirt with a massive picture of your face on it just to see your reaction

-> one of the rare occasions that he refuses to take photos with fans because he doesn't want to take the attention off you. instead, he just tells them to 'take photos of the real star of the show'

-> as soon as you finish your last song, this man is sprinting backstage so he can meet you as soon as you come off

-> genuinely in awe of your voice. god forbid someone lets arthur choose the playlist for a party because it would be 90% your music, 10% songs george or chris forced him to include

-> drives his housemates crazy by having your music playing constantly. if anyone tries to tell him to shut up, he just turns it up louder

-> whenever you release new songs, arthur promotes them all over his socials, and replies to every comment praising you, giving his own opinions on each of your songs

-> always uses your music in the background of his videos or his instagram. he just loves to show off how talented his wonderful girlfriend is!

-> wears your merch all the time, even more than his friends' or even his own merch; he loves having something that represents you on him, even when you can't be there

-> besides, sometimes people ask him about the merch he is wearing, which means he can do his favourite thing – talk about you

-> fans have made so many cute compilations of him rambling about you and always point out his adorable reaction every time someone mentions your name or one of your songs

-> arthur would be honoured if you ever mentioned him in your music, and if you were to write a whole song about him, the poor guy would almost faint from happiness

-> he also loves it when you sing for him. you may sing in front of people all the time, but when it's just the two of you late at night, it feels so much more intimate and special

-> always asks you to sing when he can't sleep or has had a bad day, your voice seems to relax him like nothing else

-> also, you and arthur hill would be instant besties as you both understand each other in a way that your non-musician friends can't. you guys would totally be each other's opening acts for basically every show, and the fans and arthur absolutely adore it