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Anything Like Me

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Rockstar!Female!Reader

Summary: Eddie and (y/n) face off with their respective groups to see who is the best. The loser should receive a painful and pleasant punishment.

Warnings: +18, smut, degrading kink, enemies, dacryphilia, Mean!Eddie, spiting, hair pulling, slaping, cursing, alcohol use, unprotected sex, creampie, and idk.

A/N: This is the dirtiest thing I've written so far. I even got horny writing it. Enjoy!

Do not copy or translate this!

Teenage bands were very common in those days in big cities, but not in Hawkins. Most didn't last more than 3 months until something happened, fights between the members or sudden disinterest, and they ended up disbanding before achieving local recognition. The few that got any attention were groups made up of all men and only men. The only place women occupied was to be fans of them until they became the famous 'groupies'. It was a very well marked world in terms of genres, where rock and metal was the fashion dominated by men. While pop and classical music had only female exponents.

For these and more reasons, Bleach Blonde Babes was the revolution of the moment. Or at least in the small town of Hawkins. First, they were women playing instruments with the same experience and skill as boys their age. Second, their style stood out from the others. While the boys just had to grow their hair long and wear dark clothes, the girls created a whole movement with their characteristic appearance. Hair bleached to a white color; each of them with some highlights with their identifying color, unlike the vocalist who only wore it faded. heavy makeup; dark and elaborate eyeliners that complemented lipsticks in strong tones such as black or red. Although they wore dark clothes like most, she gave them her own touch by placing chains and combining it with reflective fabrics that looked wonderful with the stage lights. And finally; they were the only women who did rock, and they did it wonderfully.

They were known and approved of by the listening rock/metal public. The boys drooled and got hot for them. The girls wanted to be like them, imitating their style. Obviously outside that small world of rock, they, like the other bands, were seen as weirdos. Branded by others as satanic, dark and girls in need of attention. Despite everything the outside said about them, that was not going to stop them from achieving their dream. And that meant that just as they accumulated fans, they also made enemies.

Corroded Coffin were one of them.

Both groups were formed almost at the same time and in the same school. That made people not stop comparing them and creating a rivalry that little by little became a reality as they both grew up. They could not be seen in the school halls and, when they did, the insults and provocations were always present. Soon the same students began to choose sides, deciding to support their favorite and discredit the other. That fueled even more dislikes between the members of both groups. It was a constant war to prove who was the best band not only in the school, but also in Hawkins.

The only time where both could really show who was the best was once a year when the famous 'The Bands War' takes place in one of the bars in town. There, the few groups from Hawkins performed on a night where, taking into account the opinion of the judges and the public, the winning band of that year was named along with a good sum of money as a prize. Therefore, it was to be expected that this competitive environment would flourish with greater intensity now.

The school day was over. Most of the students had already left to go home to rest or to meet their friends at Starcourt Mall in the evening. The few that remained were for study groups and other extracurricular activities that required the use of the facilities.

(y/n) entered the small school theater carrying her heavy backpack on one side and her bicycle helmet on the other. Lisa, the guitarist; Courtney, the bassist; and Valerie, the drummer, were already there waiting for her on stage with their respective instruments.

"I'm here." She reported, vocalist, throwing her belongings on the floor next to the stage and climbing up to join the others.

"I hadn't noticed..." Valerie muttered sarcastically, getting an amused smile from Courtney who had managed to hear her.

"Why are you wearing a helmet?" Lisa asked starting to tune her guitar without taking her eyes off the newcomer.

"For security after what Hargrove did to me last week."

Like the members of Correded Coffin, the Bleach Blonde Babes girls were also victims of the 'pranks' carried out by the kings and queens of the school. Last week the victim of these pranks was (y/n). After school she rode home on her bike but was intercepted in the middle of the road by Billy Hargrove and his group of mindless apes. Billy thought it was a good idea to hit her lightly with his camaro, causing (y/n) to lose control and fall hard on the ground, taking a couple of bruises and scratches.

"Ugh! I hate that bag of steroids!" Courtney complained with a roll of her eyes. "I can't believe you almost fucked him at the New Year's Eve party, Valerie."

All eyes went to the drummer, who shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"I don't think it's any worse than fucking Eddie Munson." Lisa added amused, making everyone laugh except (y/n).

Eddie and (y/n) had a short history but it meant something to both of them in the end. Years before they both created their respective bands, they used to be friends. They met at school and soon became inseparable. They spent hours listening to music and talking about their desire to enter the world of music. All that time led to them inevitably starting to have feelings for each other. Everything would change when Eddie abruptly distanced himself from (y/n) upon learning that she had also formed her own group. After a strong fight outside of Eddie's trailer, both ended their friendship, leaving not only complete strangers but also enemies. Despite that, the ashes of their friendship had remained and the tension between them was still valid even if they tried to deny it.

"Back to the topic." Lisa spoke again. "Why are you using a bicycle in the beginning? What happened to your car?" She addressed the vocalist again

(y/n) let out a loud sigh having to relive all the unfortunate events that happened in the last weeks of her life.

"Grumpy old Jim Hopper stopped me on the road after Trevor's party and asked for my driver's license which I left at home. Plus, he smelled alcohol on my breath and saw the beer cans Courtney left in my car. ." The girl spoke quickly with weariness in her voice. "They took my car and in theory I'm grounded for 3 months."

"That sucks." Lisa commented with a disgusted expression on her face.

"She already told us the reason last week, Li!" Valerie commented with a light laugh.

"What world are you in?" Courtney asked, slinging her bass on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The thing is, I'm focused on practicing enough and winning 'The Bands War' again this year." A smile formed on everyone's face as they recalled their victory last year.

"Let's break those idiots' asses." (y/n) looked at each of her friends, who nodded excitedly.

(y/n) grabbed the microphone and spoke into it, testing the sound and quality of it. The others settled into their places, ready to receive the signal from the vocalist.

"Lets start with 'I Disagree'." The girls nodeed.

"I disagree with the way you continue to pressure me

I disagree, everything is going how it's meant to be

I disagree with the way you continue to pressure me"

The girl walked around the stage, singing with emotion while interacting with her companions. The presentations of Bleach Blonde Babes were characterized by the energy and strength they gave off. Those who saw her play ended up dancing to the rhythm of her songs or were inoptified by them, one of two or both.

"Down, let it all burn down

Burn it to the ground

We'll be safe and sound

When it all burns down

Let it all burn down

Burn it to the ground

We'll be safe and sound

When it all burns down"

(y/n) finished singing and they were soon interrupted by a series of loud applause and wild screams. Their attention went to the door of the theater, where Eddie Munson and his group had just entered with smiles from ear to ear.

"That was... disastrous!" Eddie exclaimed slowly stopping applauding and approaching the stage. "Seriously, girls. Every day you manage to sound worse than the last." His friends laughed and shook hands knowingly.

The girls shared glances, irritated at the unexpected arrival of the boys. They were always the ones who went to look for them to make fun of them, enjoying the moment.

"What do you want, Munson?" Lisa asked picking up her guitar.

"Nothing, we just came to visit you guys. It's always a pleasure to listen to your garbage which they call 'rock'." Eddie made an exaggerated gesture with his hands as he said 'rock'.

The other boys laughed at Eddie's words, boosting their ego and infuriating the girls who had already lost the courage to keep playing.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Courtney asked looking down at them. The boys stood in front of the stage while they were still on top of it.

"A bath would do them good. Their nasty smells carry all the way back here." Added Valerie from her drums, making her friends laugh.

Eddie rolled his eyes at the comment and decided to ignore it to focus his attention on (y/n). The girl had kept silent since their arrival, mostly to avoid being tempted to argue with them. However, Eddie knew very well which buttons to press to receive a reaction from her.

"(y/n)~" Eddie called her in a sing-song tone. "Talk to me~"

The girl turned to look at them with no expression on her face and walked slowly towards the end of the stage. In one of his hands she carried a bottle of water with which she had just hydrated her throat. She took his time swallowing in water, having everyone's eyes on her. Both groups knew that those who fought with greater intensity were Eddie and (y/n), for that same reason there was a certain tension and expectation in the environment.

"Looks like you weren't happy with last year's humiliation." She spoke quietly, hiding her mocking smile. Eddie didn't take his eyes off her, feeling a little small before her. "You always come back to us, Munson. I'm sure you must have a kink about being demoted, don't you?"

The girls giggled lightly, sharing amused and knowing glances with each other. Eddie settled on his seat, crossing his arms and decorating his face with the best expression of annoyance. His friends did the same waiting for their leader to respond to said taunt but he didn't, giving rise to (y/n) attacking again.

"Wasn't the beating we gave you last year enough? Second place suits you, kids." She made a fake sad pout looking at each of the boys. "I recommend that you get used to it because this year will not be very different." She confidently warned them.

Her friends nodded their heads, enjoying the way Eddie bit her inner cheeks and clenched his fists looking for a way to vent his annoyance.

(y/n) considered the argument won until she saw the change in expression on Eddie's face. He now wore a small smirk, one eyebrow raised, and his hands moved to his hips, straightening his back to look bigger

"Anyone wins if it's almost on tits." His gaze now settled on Courtney, who last year had shown up in a skimpy top that caught everyone's attention, especially the male judges. "Or if she makes out with her bandmate." His attention shifted from Lisa to (y/n), who had also drawn attention by sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of the song. "Everyone loves whores and lesbians." he blurted out bitterly.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that we are better? It affects your fragile masculinity so much?" This time (y/n) spoke seriously, really interested in knowing the answer.

Eddie looked at her seriously for a matter of seconds. It seemed that inside his head he was struggling to answer honestly, to open up to his real feelings and get out of that strong man attitude that he himself had created so as not to be hurt by others. Sadly, he didn't and quickly changed the subject.

"I came to tell you that starting tomorrow you will have to practice half as long as usual." Eddie began to pace around the room with his head high and his hands behind his back.

"What? And why is that?" Valerie spoke for everyone confused.

"Because you will have to give us the theater so that we can also practice." Gareth join to the conversation from above one of the seats in the place.

"Impossible, the director said..."

"The director gave us some of her time here. So now you guys have to share and stop crying like spoiled little girls!" Eddie interrupted raising his voice and startling everyone.

"It's too little time to practice. No way..." (y/n) crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I'm so sorry but life is like that sometimes!" Eddie walked up to the stage, leaning on his forearms to get close to (y/n). "Or what are you going to do about it, cutie?" He muttered darkly, staring at the girl in front of him.

She was equally or more upset than her companions. They knew that it was all a plan by them to sabotage their practices. Corroded Coffin didn't need the theater to play since they already played at Gareth's house. On the contrary, they did not have an established physical place to do it except the school theater. Such a move on their part was merely cruel and unfair.

(y/n) knew there was no way to remedy that. They must adapt or panic, and the latter was not within their options. What's more, they saw that as an invitation to give even more of themselves despite the unforeseen news. A test that they were going to overcome and that, in some way, would show Corroded Coffin that they were not going to give up so easily.

The vocalist nodded her head slowly, looking at a dead center of the theater as she brought the bottle of water to her mouth and drank without swallowing the liquid. She looked down at Eddie, admiring her with her big brown eyes that were like a puppy's looking for attention. (y/n) knelt on the ground, facing him and a few centimeters away. Their gazes did not move, each taking in the color of the eyes and the hot breath of the other. She laughed lightly without opening her mouth, already happy with the idea that had just crossed her mind. Eddie frowned in confusion and before he could react to realizing what was going to happen, (y/n) spit the water that was in her mouth seconds ago in his face. The boy's face was completely soaked, as were his bangs and part of his The Hell Fire Club shirt. Eddie kept his eyes closed for a few moments, clamping his mouth shut as the warm liquid trickled down his skin. The girls let out exaggerated laughter at what happened, congratulating (y/n) who had stood up again and grabbed the microphone again, ready to get back to practice. Some of the members of Corroded Coffin had the reflex to laugh but had to hide it to avoid being punished by Eddie, who wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I think you're going to need a bath now more than ever, Munson." (y/n) commented amused through the microphone

Eddie took a few steps back and finished wiping his face even though drops were still falling from his bangs. A simple look at his friends was enough for them to start walking towards the exit of the theater. It seemed that (y/n) had managed to get the words out of the guitarist's mouth, however he spoke again.

"I heard what happened with Hargrove the other day. It's a shame he didn't hit you harder." The words came out through his teeth, in the form of a mumbled out of the rage of the moment. "Nice bike, by the way. If I were you I'd be more careful riding the desolate roads, lest someone want to do Hargrove's job well." He threatened to walk backwards, never taking his eyes off (y/n) until he reached the door and was lost in the corridors.

The theater fell into a tense silence at Eddie's words. Various rumors were associated with him and his 'satanic group'. They knew that this was all lies and that this group was for D&D players. However, it was not to be ignored that the boy could be dark and intimidating if he wanted to.

(y/n) swallowed hard at Eddie's words. Was he capable of carrying out such a threat? She didn't know, and didn't want to find out. What I knew was that everything around 'The Bands Wars' was getting out of hand and becoming an obsession for everyone. However, she didn't care either because her thirst for success was much greater.

"Sick..." Valerie muttered breaking the silence.

The practice continued without major interruptions. At the end of their established schedule at the theater, the girls grabbed their belongings and said goodbye and then each returned to their respective homes.

(y/n) walked to where her bike was parked, or well now part of it. As soon as she saw it, she knew who the culprits were. One of the wheels was missing while the other was punctured by more than a dozen nails. The handlebars were bent forward and the pedals were gone. The icing on the cake was that what was left of the bike was now on fire.

"Fucked the shit out of me…" The girl muttered looking at the flames that were burning strongly.

Luckily for her, minutes later Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, who had just left after their day at the school newspaper, made their presence in the parking lot. (y/n) knew them from the times they had interviewed the Bleach Blonde Babes about their musical dreams. They were nice to each other, but they weren't friends. Nancy offered to drive her home while Jonathan jumped at the opportunity to photograph the burning bike for publication the following day under the title 'Vial Bandalism'. (y/n) gladly accepted both issues, especially the mention it would have in the school newspaper; dissemination would do them good.

'The Bands War' had arrived

The bar was packed with people. The music was playing all over the place and the drinks kept coming out of the bar towards the tables. In the backstage all bands were gathered, talking or practicing despite the loud noise due to the number of people there.

Bleach Blonde Babes were already there, dressed and ready to do their best on stage. Like them, Corroded Coffin were gathered in the other corner of the room sharing jealous glances from time to time with the girls. They still did not know the order in which they were going to appear and that made everyone anxious.

(y/n) took advantage of the free minutes they had before everything started and separated to go to the bathroom to relieve themselves and check their wardrobe for the last time. She had decided to wear the same black top that Courtney had worn last year but now it was a little smaller and looked more like a bra. To that she had added a black choker that had a chain that fell around her waist where her black leather skirt began. Part of her legs were covered with fishnet stockings and high boots with studs on them. It was probably the most risky outfit she'd ever worn before. She looked sexy and sassy, and she loved it.

She gave the final touches to her makeup before walking out the door and into the dark hallway. Strong hands grabbed her bare waist and pinned her against one of the brick walls. (y/n) was about to scream but she could make out the face close to her among the neon lights, too close.

"What do you want, Munson?"

She didn't try to wriggle out of the boy's grasp because she liked the contact and the way his ringed fingers touched her skin. His closeness was magnetic and intoxicating, like a rush of adrenaline. Eddie could say the same for her, relaxed now that she hadn't tried to push him away. The sexual tension increased considerably, on the one hand because of the whole environment that surrounded him and on the other because they really felt something for each other.

"I came to give you a good luck kiss." He spoke in a hoarse voice as his eyes went to the girls red lips.

(y/n) could instantly make out the smell of beer on the boy's breath. Eddie had drunk before but he wasn't completely drunk. The alcohol had given him that confidence to approach her and tell her the things that in another situation he would never have dared to do. It was just what he needed to propose his wish to her.

She couldn't help biting her lower lip in the excitement of the moment. Eddie sighed loudly at the image, feeling the warmth spread to other parts of his body.

"I thought you wanted to run me over with your car." She murmured mimicking his action and giving her attention to the boy's full lips.

Eddie laughed lightly, shaking his head as he brought his body closer to hers, leaving her with no way out. He brought one of his hands up to her neck and gave it a slight squeeze causing her to let out a low moan. A smirk formed on Eddie's face at the girl's submission and the effect it had on her.

Strangely (y/n) liked the way Eddie had it. She liked how badly he treated her at school and now in the rough and indelicate way he touched her body. She wanted to be at his mercy and used as he pleased. Maybe what she told Eddie about the kink of being demoted was more about her than him.

"So eager…" Eddie brushed his lips dangerously. (y/n) tried to get closer and kiss him but his grip on her neck prevented it. "I have other better things to do to you..."

The presenter's voice interrupted them. The contest was about to begin and their respective partners wondered where they were both.

"I have to go, there's a contest I have to win." (y/n) placed her hands on Eddie's chest and tried to push but to no avail; he was stronger.

"Are you really so sure they'll win?" he asked with amusement.

"Evidently." She answered immediately.

"Then I imagine you wouldn't mind making a little deal with me."

"I'm all ears."

"If Bleach Blonde Babes wins, you can do whatever you want to me." Eddie slowly lowered his hand from the girl's neck to the chain of her choker where he slightly tugged on it. "But if Corroded Coffin wins..."

"Deal."

Eddie smiled widely, separating from the girl until his back hit the opposite wall. They shared glances before (y/n) straightened her clothes and headed backstage, feeling Eddie's intense gaze behind her.

"Now I'm going to ask everyone for a warm welcome to the next band!" The public obeyed, eager to know who would be the next to take the stage. "Beautiful, talented and last year's winners! Please welcome the Bleach Blonde Babes!"

The applause and shouts did not wait; everyone was excited to see the performance of the champions. The girls took to the stage and took their places, waving slightly to their acquaintances in the audience and feeling the gaze of the competition.

The song they had chosen to play was different from the ones they were used to presenting in contests like this. It started out slow and ramped up to the rock/metal that everyone loved, then slowed back down to the bridge. It was a risky choice but they had nothing to lose by trying. In addition, the letter was very well accommodated to the whole situation.

(y/n) grabbed the microphone with both hands and fixed her gaze on a point in the audience, meeting those brown eyes she knew so well. Eddie gave her a half smile that she responded in the same way and then looked at her companions, who nodded their heads ready to start.

The lights dimmed and the music began to play.

"I feel her heart beating in me

Get her out of me"

Progressively the battery increased its intensity along with the guitar and bass. The public began to shake their heads, curious at the beginning of the song.

"Sorry for what I've become

Because I'm becoming someone

Your hand on my neck, you call up the press

Die for the attention"

The vocalist began to move around the stage, enjoying the music and giving her all, just like her companions. The public loved them and it was evident that they were exceeding their expectations. However, right after the chorus of the song things started to go wrong.

"You shouldn't be anything like me

You shouldn't be anything like me

You'll never be anything like me

You shouldn't be anything like me"

The sound began to fail, lowering her microphone to the maximum and making it impossible for her voice to be heard. Her companions also had problems. The strings on Lisa's guitar and Courtney's bass were out of tune, not to mention the cymbals on Valerie's drums were, too.

The girls continued with their presentation regardless of the failures until the end. Coming down from the stage, everything was chaos and annoyance among the group. Someone had sabotaged them. And that someone was about to go on stage to play with his band.

Corroded Coffin put on an excellent show, surprising everyone with the improvement compared to last year and how well everything went compared to the previous group. That is why there were no surprises when they were named as the winners of that year.

"What a shit." Lisa muttered putting away her things, ready to leave and forget that failed night.

"All I need right now is a good shot of vodka and sleep until my back is part of the mattress." Courtney spoke with the same bitterness as her friend.

"I need a good fuck. Maybe I'll call Hargrove." The friends looked at Valerie in disgust at her comment.

The backstage was almost empty by this time of night. The vast majority had already packed their things and gone home after losing to Corroded Coffin, who were still in the bar enjoying their victory.

"I'm leaving, are you coming with us?" Lisa approached (y/n) who was sitting on top of one of the many boxes backstage.

"No. I'm going to stay a while longer." She muttered looking at the ground

"Okay. We'll be waiting for you in the parking lot."

The 3 girls left, leaving (y/n) alone for a matter of seconds until the door opened again. The girl looked up to meet his again.

"You sabotaged us. It's not fair." (y/n) broke the silence without moving from her place yet.

The boy locked the door behind him, making sure no one entered the room and leaving them alone. Eddie made a small mocking pout at her.

"Really? Poor little fool, she's sad that we beat them."

Eddie began to walk slowly towards the girl without taking his eyes off her. (y/n) didn't flinch at his words or his actions. What's more, both of them had ignited something in they that was inexplicable.

"You lost, and I won." He dropped the bag of money, letting it fall to the ground under the girl's intense gaze. "The deal still stands, doesn't it little one?"

The girl looked up at his face, which was expressionless. After a few seconds, (y/n) nodded her head making Eddie laugh slightly. The weather got heavy in that room from one second to the next.

(y/n) had no idea what Eddie was going to do to her but was intrigued. She knew that she could be getting into a very dark place that he would have a hard time getting out of if she wasn't careful. However, that feeling of doing something forbidden and dangerous pushed her to want to find out.

"Kneel." (y/n) opened her mouth but was interrupted by Eddie. "Shut up, I don't want to hear you. Kneel down now." His words were severe.

(y/n) obeyed and slowly knelt in front of him with her hands in her lap. The cold ground slammed into her knees and the fishnet stockings that would leave marks on her skin the next morning. She kept her gaze on the ground until Eddie's large hand roughly grabbed her hair and forced her to look up. The girl let out a gasp that came out more like a moan of pleasure in response to the boy's indelicate action.

"Fucking bitch." Eddie muttered before hitting her on the cheek with his hand.

Tears of pain and pleasure began to form in the girl's eyes. Eddie got even more turned on by that, enjoying the position of power and control over her.

Another blow landed on the same cheek, this time with greater force than the last.

"You really thought you were going to beat me, huh?" Another hit. "Sluts like you get nothing but punishment for disrespecting me." Another hit.

"Eddie-"

"I told you to shut up. Is it so hard for you to understand that?" (y/n) shook her head as best she could, still feeling Eddie's tight grip on her scalp.

Again Eddie hit the girl's cheek again. Her skin was red and irritated from the abuse while tears kept coming out of her eyes that little by little joined the black eyeliner and fell towards her neck.

"Open."

(y/n) opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue at the command. Eddie spat on her, letting his saliva meet her mouth. The girl moaned loudly as she felt the warm fluid in her mouth, savoring the combination of beer and cigarettes in it.

"Enjoy it like the bitch you are." They both laughed lightly. "Do you like it? Tell me how much you like it." Eddie muttered, tightening his hold on her hair.

"I love it, Eddie. You taste so good!" Eddie sighed at the need in her voice.

She clenched her thighs, searching for any friction that would satisfy her needs. Her underwear was already soaked with her fluids and her core was on fire with arousal.

"So naughty!" Eddie laughed out loud hearing her and noticing what she was doing under her skirt. "I'm sure you're going to love this."

With his free hand Eddie removed his belt and pants. His boxers squeezed his erection in a tortuous way for him, so much so that he had even stained it with his pre-seminal fluid. Still holding her hair, he pulled down his boxers, releasing his huge, throbbing, needy cock.

(y/n) lost her breath for a few seconds when she saw what was in front of her. It was definitely going to hurt a lot.

"Let's see what that slutty mouth of yours can do." Eddie muttered bringing his hands to either side of her head.

She sucked in a breath before he mercilessly plunged his cock into her mouth. Her hands went to his thighs looking for some kind of support against the thrusts she was receiving. The tip of his cock pounded senselessly against the bell in her throat, generating an unbearable choking sensation. (y/n) moaned at that, sending vibrations all over Eddie's cock. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the sensation.

"Your mouth is so wet and warm…" He groaned hoarsely. "It makes me want to leave my dick in there forever."

Saliva began to trickle down to her chin, inevitably reaching Eddie's balls. The taste of Eddie's saliva in his mouth began to mix with the taste of precum that was beginning to leak from the tip of his cock. (y/n) was able to feel the large veins on her tongue and palate, paying special attention to them with her tongue.

Eddie let out a moan of pleasure, then out of her mouth. The girl desperately gasped for air as tears continued to fall from her eyes, arousing Eddie even more.

"Keep crying, keep crying that makes me so horny." Eddie wiped away the tears with his thumb, smeared with black eyeliner. "I love to see you suffer."

With one of his hands he grabbed his hard cock and massaged himself for a few seconds without taking his eyes off her face. His free hand returned to the girl's irritated cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She obeyed and Eddie began to lightly tap the tip of his cock on her tongue, producing a pornographic sound.

"You're a bloody mess, little one." He whispered without taking his eyes off her attentive to all her expressions. "You deserve to taste my cum."

Without giving her time to react, Eddie put his dick back into (y/n)'s mouth. The thrusts were much more violent and fast, all with the intention of making him cum as fast as possible. His balls banged against her chin, aching and needing to release their fluid. (y/n)'s chest rose and fell from lack of air and her moans didn't stop vibrating over his length. Eddie's navel contracted and with his hands he lowered the girl's head onto him, letting his pubic hair touch her face. Eddie came into her mouth with a grunt of pleasure.

"Swallow it all." He ordered with his ragged breath.

(y/n) obeyed, swallowing every last drop of the salty white liquid. They were both silent for a few moments, catching their breath and trying to process everything that had happened. She looked up to notice that he was watching her, still agitated and with a twinkle in his black eyes.

"Eddie-"

"That's not my name". He interrupted her. "You must address me as Master, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." She nodded her head anxiously. "Master, please. Fuck me, please." She begged bringing one of her hands up her skirt and beginning to rub her clit through the fabric of her thong.

"Is that what you want?" he asked with a smile. "You want me to fuck that little slutty pussy of yours?"

"Please please-"

Eddie grabbed her tightly by the neck, almost choking her, and threw her on the box where minutes before she had been sitting. She was out of breath and before she knew it, Eddie was already behind her ready to fuck her right there. With his back to him, she could hear him spitting on her hand and massaging his cock for a few seconds. With his other hand he moved her underwear aside and when she thought he was going to penetrate her, a loud blow startled her. (y/n) gave a strangled moan as his palm collided with her swollen clit.

"Tell me what you want!" Another hit.

"Fuck me! Please, Master, I need to feel you inside me!" She cried in need of contact

"That's how I like it." He growled massaging her clit. "I'm going to destroy this damn cunt until there's nothing left of it."

Without warning or asking for permission, Eddie roughly penetrated her until he placed his entire cock inside her. (y/n) let out a small cry as she felt her walls open at the intrusion of his cock. It was too big and having him inside her generated such a pleasurable pain that she had never felt before.

"So small and tight." He moaned without moving yet, enjoying the tight feel on his cock. "If you weren't such a slut I could swear you were a virgin."

Eddie began to move fast and deep, causing (y/n) to moan loudly at the sensation. His cock moved smoothly inside her thanks to Eddie's saliva used as a lubricant and how aroused she was. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feel and the way his cock pounded against her cervix mercilessly. Eddie took one of his hands to the choker chain and wrapped it around (y/n)'s neck. Her back arched much more and it was difficult for her to breathe but Eddie didn't care because in the end he was using her for his own pleasure.

"Master! I can't breathe!" She reported still feeling how Eddie's thrusts wouldn't stop.

He completely ignored her and tightened the chain even more, smiling at the girl's desperation. (y/n)'s vagina tightened even more around Eddie's cock, giving him another level of pleasure. Little by little, he loosened his grip; allowing the girl to catch her breath while still ramming her. The girl regained her breath and with it her orgasm began to approach.

"Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum on my fucking cock?" Eddie asked excitedly to which she responded with several nodes.

Eddie jerked out of her, letting her walls constrict in midair and her orgasm fade. (y/n) leaned her forehead against the box and cried several times at the overwhelming situation. He opened a bottle of beer that had been left over and drank some of it, cooling his throat. He then grabbed her around the waist to turn her around so they were facing each other. He didn't think much of it and spat the beer in her face, the same way she had done with him weeks ago.

"Oh no! The little bitch is going to need a nice bath after I'm done with her." Eddie scoffed admiring the look of confusion on the girl's face.

Like a rag doll, Eddie picked her up and laid her down on the box, spreading her legs apart and inserting his cock into her center again. (y/n) by that point it was a disaster. Her makeup smudged from tears and beer. Her hair messy just like her clothes. Her fishnet stockings were already destroyed as well as her thong, which was lying on the floor of the place. Pure nonsense babble came out of her mouth thanks to the sheer amount of pleasure Eddie was giving her.

"Master! Master!" She screamed frantically as the tip of Eddie's cock touched her G-spot.

"Shut. The. Fucking. Mouth." Eddie penetrated her strongly after each word, further stunning the girl who did not stop moaning. "You leave me no other damn choice."

Eddie took the bandana off his head and then placed it over (y/n)'s mouth. Shutting her up and almost drowning her with the cloth.

"Much better." He laughed wickedly and resumed his movements again.

He penetrated her hard and considering only her pleasure. (y/n)'s eyes filled with tears and Eddie took in her face and the way her breasts bounced under her black tank top. They were both hot and it showed in the way their bodies reacted to each other's touch.

The room was filled with the noise of their skins clashing with each thrust, Eddie's growls and (y/n)'s crying. Beads of sweat adorned Eddie's face, wetting his bangs and part of his tank top. The area where their bodies joined was sticky and wet from the fluids of both, especially those of (y/n). Their bodies were on fire again, burning from the ashes that had remained of their friendship years ago.

Again the orgasm of (y/n) was present, narrowing her walls and making it impossible to stop the moans through the bandana. Eddie was also close by the way his legs trembled and his thrusts began to get wilder.

"Shit, shit. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum inside your pussy." He cursed in his broken voice.

Eddie took one of his hands to the girl's hip while the other took the bandana out of her mouth and went to her neck, squeezing it firmly. Sweet moans escaped from (y/n)'s mouth as he wrapped his hands around Eddie's wrist, feeling the cool rings on his skin.

"Here it comes, here it comes. Take it all like my little whore." He spoke desperately. "Whose cunt is this, huh? Who does this delicious cunt belong to?"

"To you, Master. My pussy is all yours!"

He came when he heard the girl's words, that being the trigger for her orgasm as well. The hot liquid invaded her interior and soon began to spill out and dirty their thighs. Eddie stayed inside her for a few seconds until he decided to get out and appreciate the glorious image in front of him.

(y/n) remained in place without moving, recovering his breath after everything that had happened. With her eyes still closed, she could feel Eddie wipe the cum off his legs with something. Opening her eyes she found him cleaning it with one of the 100 dollar bills that had been given to her as a prize. She couldn't help but laugh, infecting Eddie who shook his head slightly.

He helped her with her clothes, combing her faded hair with her fingers and wiping her face with her own bandana. Very sweet and delicate actions considering that he had been the one who left her that way. Neither said a word until it was time to leave.

"I think the two of us have a lot to talk about." Eddie looked at her now with his big, sweet brown eyes. "You know, from the past."

"Ok." She whispered, according to whatever Eddie decided.

"Come with me, I'll take you home again." He held his hand out to her, referring to his house in the trailer park.

Maybe losing that night wasn't as bad as she thought.

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ecliptsukki · 3 years

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a turned spirit ❧ bakugou katsuki / ground zero

navigation | music

➣ genre: angst

➣ warnings: villian!baku, unrequited love

➣ request: bakugou Is fighting the reader and the reader Kiss him to distract him to escape ( Sidenote have you ever watch Jennifers body

➣ a/n: hi, anon! unfortunately, i’ve never watched jennifer’s body but i have seen a few scenes before. if your request is correlated to the movie, i’m so sorry if the fic doesn’t turn out the way you want :((( also! since bakubro’s birthday is today (in the us), i decided to write a fic for him and so i saw this request! i tried to post it yesterday, but i got occupied with homework :/// if the center of the fic sounds like word spew, it probably is because it spaced out in the middle of writing it lmao. i promise i will work on the other requests waiting in my inbox, i just need time. thank you and enjoy!!!

Sirens were going off throughout the city; dark clouds of smoke wafted in the air. Some citizens were being calmly evacuated to a safer location, whereas others were watching the pro heroes fight the villain.

A loud boom echoed through the streets of the city, attracting everyone’s attention. A flash of orange flames lit up the sky, followed by a hoarse shout.

You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere, be it in your sleep or in a loud, crowded room.

Oh how you wished you had Deku with you as of now.

“Happy birthday, Bakugou!” You and your classmates jumped out of their hiding spots, surprising the hot-headed peer.

He gave the group of you an unimpressed stare, hands shoved in the pockets of his low-waisted pants. The blonde gave the decorated room a once over before grunting a quiet thanks of appreciation.

“No need to be such a tsundere, Baku-bro,” Kaminari chirped, nudging Bakugou with his shoulder.

“Fuck off, Pikachu,” the black-clothing-clad boy grumbled.

“Cheer up, Bakugou! It’s your birthday, and everyone here set this up for you!” Kirishima placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Everyone else in the class had began to roam the snack table or dance with each other to Jirou’s live music. You, on the other hand, held a neatly wrapped gift in your arms, collecting the courage to approach and give Bakugou the gift yourself.

Watching as the blonde sat himself onto the plush cushions of the common room’s couch, your feet carried you over to him, forcing you into one reality.

“What do you want?” His gruff voice spoke, staring at your frozen figure.

Lips trembling, you decided your actions would speak louder than your words, at the moment. Your arm stuck out, handing the gift to Bakugou. He looked at you, then the gift, gently grabbing the box away from you.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

Internally panicking, you simply nod and hum, eyes focused on your feet. You scurry away as soon as you could, attempting to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

Unbeknownst to you, Bakugou was watching your frantic figure gather some water to cool yourself down.

Cute, he thought, looking down at the custom-made, Ground Zero wrapping paper you used for his gift.

The sound of explosions neared you and the other pro heroes. Some heroes were too injured to fight or were helping the police escort the citizens away faster. Coincidentally, you were the only one who could fight. Luckily, unlike the other heroes, you already had experience fighting the inevitable explosion man.

“Go! Take them as far from here as possible. I’ll try to hold him back,” you shouted at the escapees and your fellow heroes.

You ran forward, closing in on the sound of explosions. You caught a glimpse of the smoke and orange flames and moved to get in closer range of them.

Once you could see the muscular man shooting through the sky, you activated your quirk, attracting his attention to you.

“Well if it isn’t my least favorite UA girl,” his voice echoed down the street.

“Bakugou,” you spoke in a low tone.

“How’s it going, L/N? I see you’re one of the top pro heroes now,” he smirks, little sparks lighting from his palms.

“You could’ve been one too,” you responded, ignoring his question.

“Yeah, I could’ve, but why tie myself down to boring rules?”

The two of you were walking in circles, neither one willing to turn their backs.

“What about your dream of being stronger and better than All Might?” You brought up his childhood dream, hoping to draw out more time.

“Can’t you see? I am better than All Might. My power is unlimited,” he cackled.

You gulped, frowning at the man ahead of you. His appearance didn’t change much in comparison to when he was a high schooler. Now, he was the shell of someone you had fallen for once.

Scoffing, he spoke, “As much as I’d like to let you stall more time, I’ve got some people to show my power to.”

Seeing as he was ready to boost himself away, you ran towards him, grabbing his arm and trying to pin him to the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist, legs coming down from behind him, knocking his knees down. Since he was on his knees, you swung yourself around him and pushed him onto his chest, cheek squashed against the floor. You pulled both his arms back, trying to pry his grenade gauntlet off of him.

With you straddling his back, you could feel him chuckle from underneath you, “You really think you can take those off? They were designed so that only I could take them off on my own accord.”

You ignored him, straining to pull of the big and heavy items. It was like taking them off would release him from some imaginary spell you thought up in your mind, like it would liberate your chained heart and he would come back.

Bakugou could feel your efforts beginning to weaken and took the opportunity to his advantage. With a slight roll of his shoulder, he managed to use the gauntlet’s weight to escape your grasp.

With you stuck in a heartbroken haze, you were too late to realize the villain overpowering you until you were the one under him. You stared into his scintillating ruby eyes, searching for even a fraction of the classmate you had mourned over losing. Tears pricked your own E/C eyes, spilling down your flushed cheeks.

For a moment, the blonde’s aggressive façade had faltered, his eyes quivering at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. It was only when he heard the sound of a building collapsing on its weak infrastructure did he warn you once more.

“I suggest you get out of here before I have to hurt you,” he growled lowly, dismissing the bitter taste the words had left in his mouth.

Your mind was telling your body to move, to get up and fight, but your heart was telling you to stay, forcing you to gaze at his complexion much too long.

“No,” you whimpered, unconsciously. Your head shook, hand grabbing onto one of the man’s large wrist that was pinning you down. “Come back. I can- We can help you.”

You were at your wits end, fighting against a once potential number one pro hero and an unrequited love.

He harshly ripped himself out of your grasp, spitting out, “I don’t need your help.”

That was enough for you to accept the reality of the situation. Bakugou Katsuki was long gone; Ground Zero was no longer a hero. You must protect this beloved city and its people.

Glancing at the big city hall clock, you realize you’d stalled just about the perfect amount of time for the citizens to escape, meaning all you needed to do was hold Ground Zero back a little longer to ensure he wouldn’t locate the safe house.

Running full speed at the man ahead of you, you dropped to your side, sliding between his legs and flipping up to kick him to the floor. You could hear him elicit a dark chuckle before turning over and firing his blast at you. Fortunately, you were able to hop off of him and put some distance between the two of you.

You knew both close combat and long-range combat wouldn’t work on him. He was fully equipped when it came to his quirk. You, on the other hand, preferred to depend on your combat skills, and unlike Deku, your quirk didn’t increase the amount of force or strength in your attacks.

While you were busy thinking up a plan of escape, you felt your phone vibrate in its compartment in your bodysuit. Bakugou must’ve noticed your relaxed disposition because he began to charge at you, attacking you on all sides, leaving you trapped dodging his explosions.

“I guess some measly pro hero could be a good reward to bring back in replace of their lives,” he shouted, hands bombarding your space.

Your state of mind was panicked. You didn’t know how you were going to beat him, let alone escape. Only one idea popped in your head at that moment, and oh, how you despised it. Your thoughts screamed: “It’s not going to work!” “That only works in cliches!” “Oh my god, are you stupid?” Nevertheless, you had no other plans, no other ideas.

Finding a convenient opening, you leaned in smashing your lips against his, causing him to immediately freeze in his spot. The pink, cracked lips pressed against yours felt like it was out of a fantasy. No, his lips weren’t perfect and soft like a prince in shining armor’s, but his were with meaning: a tragic story made of his life that led to that exact moment.

Pulling away, you spared him one last glance before running out of his sight. He didn’t chase after you. He couldn’t because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t want to leave your side ever again, but he didn’t want the tied down life of a “savior” or a “hero.” Besides, there’s no way he would be accepted as a hero and let roam freely after all the chaos and havoc he’d caused.

Once a villain, always a villain... at least that was what society believed.

The two of you had different destinies with the lines of dark and light. Alas, there was no in between for you to share and no way to turn back the tables called time.

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hhjs · 4 years

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the art of losing isn't hard to master. (though it may look; like disaster).

pairing. ⤳ bang chan x reader.

genre. ⤳ angst.

alternatively. ⤳ a mystery trope. :3

word count ⤳ 2.07k

note ⤳ sorry for the long title hah. this is inspired by jaurim's song 'twenty five, twenty one.' and the title is a quotation from elizabeth bishop's poem 'one art'.

"I don’t want to see you again."

Chan knows you don't mean it, not even one bit. From the way the sentence comes out all shaky, the way you're pretending to stare off into space in sudden contemplation when really you just didn't want him to see you tear up.

But it still hurts.

It hurts so much that he almost regrets breaking up with you, finds himself wanting to take the words back as swiftly as he'd uttered them in the intimate setting of your favourite café.

Almost. If he says something now, he can taken it all back. Just one word. An explanation. And he can gone back to basking in the warmth of your affection in that selfish manner that he always did.

He doesn't, though, he can't.

Not when he was starting to notice just how absorbed you were becoming with your relationship, minimising your own priorities to make sure the bond lasted, giving up applying to your dream college because it meant you'd be moving away from him.

Sure, it sounded like some heroic bullshit sacrifice in his head, like something infuriating drama protagonists do - but there was not a speck of doubt in him pertaining to the department of seeing you happy.

Even if it had come to this.

Even if losing you was the expense he had to incur to get you to love yourself more than you loved him.

Chan, however, doesn't tell you that. Knowing how stubborn you are, you'll certainly not let go without a fight.

It's easier this way, he thinks, if instead he says he can't do it anymore - and lets you believe it.

"Okay." He says, finally finding his voice and these words, he really means it, "Anything for you."

...

It's the sheer irony that baffles him.

There was a time when Minho used to mock Chan about keeping blind faith in settling down with you, pointing out that, even if it was through harmless banter, it was an absurd thing to want out of a highschool sweetheart.

And the former is also the first one to stop beating about the bush, to tell it as it is, "You're a fucking asshole." Minho says, plopping down beside him. He sounds more disappointed than angry.

A movie plays on before the pair and Minho wastes no time in stuffing his face with popcorn, flaunting that he had no intention of explaining his comment, as if it is just that obvious.

Chan remains silent, baffled by the fact that this the first time he's on the receiving end. He usually acts as the one who dishes out words of wisdom and scoldings when necessary.

When he heard you were going away for college just the next morning, he was both ecstatic and horrified. Ecstatic because things were going according to plan. Horrified because that meant he wouldn't be seeing you at all, even if chancing upon you had grown obviously less frequent than it had been when you were together. It meant he wouldn't find you lounging absently at a local café while your eye brows furrowed, fixated on a particular page, it meant that there would be no accidental brushing of shoulders when you'd end up going to Jisung's parties, it would mean completely falling off of your radar.

However, Minho's outburst acted as a vague consolation, albeit he understood it was wrong, it indicated that you weren't doing well either, it indicated that you missed him like he missed you, it meant that you still loved him.

The idea of forever and always had been embedded in his ideology too deeply to apply reason.

He is always going to love you, you are always going to love him. He knows that much. He believes that much.

That alone is enough. That has always been enough.

...

It's too early in the morning and he is positive that this is an abysmal decision.

But the little care he had for rationality, always in your department was not new.

You push a suit case out of the door, there is an Uber waiting, the sound of rain hitting pavement is at such great volume that he can hardly hear his rapid footsteps.

When you crane your neck his direction, Chan stops walking further, but he is too near to go unnoticed.

"W-What are you doing here?" The question comes from you. He notes that you almost sound...hopeful. Like you would go right back in and snuggle into the comfort of your covers if he asked, like you'd forgive him if he asked, like you'd love him despite the distance that'd keep you apart if he asked.

Chan doesn't ask.

"I just... wanted to see you off." He lies, it's taking a whole lot of self restraint to not go up to you to engulf you in his bone crushing hugs, to uproot you off of the security of your toes. He only seems to stare, feigning nonchalance.

The I'm sorry, the truth, sits atop the tip of his tongue and he inwardly promises that he'll tell you someday.

...

Chan doesn't, of course, anticipate this.

When he finally conjures up the courage to send you a follow request after bashfully asking for your username and twiddling his thumbs over your Instagram icon, the acceptance and follow back request notifications almost reduces him to a giddy child who was allowed to watch cartoons way past their bedtime. The unanticipated pleasure that comes with getting something you had no expectations whatsoever of getting.

What is more shocking, he notes, is just how much your life has changed;

or at least, seems to have changed.

There are endless photos, shots of bright neon tones of a typical college party where you're holding up a solo cup to the air and grinning big enough that your eyes are closed, Chan smiles at this.

His enjoyment is, although, quite transient when another pop up in his notification bar reminds him that you've made your most recent post just a few seconds prior.

Curiously, Chan scrolls upwards, careful not to accidentally like any old photos.

This picture is different, the premise is a concert of some sort, he can tell from the banners, the condensed congregations of people around you, mouths awkwardly paused in uttering lyrics - the disturbing part, is the long, bleached blonde stranger behind you, his gangly arms looped over your chest, your back pressed against his front, while his chin is propped up onto the gap between your neck and shoulder. There is no caption.

You look the happiest here. He knows this. The familiar childish glow of your face whenever he'd crack a dumb pun was etched vividly into his memory.

Uncharacteristically, Chan finds himself putting down the phone on the table so Jisung would notice and elaborate without him asking.

And his endeavour is satisfied, "Oh, that's Hyunjin." Jisung explains, before rolling his eyes when Chan kept looking at him to say more, "They're just friends."

It’s only when Chan lets his breath go, does he realise that he was holding it all along.

...

"Long time, eh?" You smile at him, it's an easy, carefree smile, not the tight lipped ones you'd shoot his way weeks after the breakup. That elicits a weird feeling in Chan, he wants to understand why, know what brought this change.

Were you just that happy to see him? Did you remember that your first date was also on a New Year's Day, just like today? Or was he just lingering in the past, all alone?

Even though Hyunjin's invitation to the party was a nuisance, his delayed presence sparked a hopeful event for Chan, now that you were home for the holidays, he needed a proper chance to finally tell you all that he was holding back and do anything, everything to make up for it.

He imagined all the stories from those photos on your feed, musing over your brief conversations through DMs but back in his room, with a blanket pulled to your chin, while he threw a free leg around your waist.

Chan nods slowly, rummaging through the snack shelves. "Yeah. I can't believe it's been a year already." He prepares a mental conversation in his head as he finally secures a bag of Lays.

You smile slowly, looking down at your chipped nails, "Me neither."

In the living room, a loud pop song is playing, the two of you divorced from everyone, a countdown almost commencing.

From behind the kitchen counter, Chan opens his mouth to ask you about something but can't remember what, the last ten seconds rolling to ten, nine, eight, seven -

"I've been looking everywhere for you." A foreign voice comes but the stranger, on the contrary, is not unrecognisable.

His hair is the same long blonde, he's tall, his eyes are hooded but bright with kiddish excitement, his mouth naturally pouted. And when he says this sentence to you, your face, almost immediately, lights up.

The dramatic exclamation is exaggerated with sets of long flailing arms, Chan wants to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, had it not made you laugh.

You only get to turn your body partially before Hyunjin walks over to your position, he cups your face with one hand and the other traverses to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. It's as if you've completely forgotten about him, as if you're the only two people in the world and Chan, a wistful member of the audience merely permitted to have the luxury to watch.

It is then that Chan realises that Jisung was definitely misinformed. Friends don't do this, friends don't look at each other like this. six, five, four, (But he can't look away, can't look away because he has to face the music, bite the bullet, to accept it for what it is. The spectacle is only but a morbid reminder of how taking people for granted always proves to be fruitless.)

Three, two, one,

"Happy New Year." Hyunjin's mouth moves with brief soundless words, he looks like the happiest man in the world and there's not a doubt he is, with you...

And when he kisses you like that, it's anything but perfect, he keeps grinning against your mouth like he can't believe this is happening.

The lonesome spectator senses himself thinking that you've never looked a fraction of happy with him as you do with Hyunjin.

Every sound falls back into muteness, all but the ringing in Chan's ears. Every planned syllable deems his tongue to a limping, incoherent mess. He bites it down.

All Chan understands is -

there is no going back from this.

..."You know I never told you." You hold up your fingers to his face, there's a giant indent of a wedding ring against the skin. The ornament catches light and glints.

Chan hums, finding that he was just as enamoured with your smile. After all this time. "Told me what?" He asks, eyes flitting behind your head to see Hyunjin picking out your favourite drink in a memorised fashion, a matching accessory banded around his finger as he points to a menu displayed above. It's only a matter of minutes.

You giggle, as though it's the silliest thing in entire the universe, the equivalent of admitting you used to believe you'd grow a tree inside your tummy if you swallowed apple seeds, "This is going to sound stupid."

You look downright embarrassed when you press your palms against your face and gaze at him through the gaps of your fingers, then rest them back on the table, "Don't get me wrong..like, of course it hurt, at first. And I was so angry at you..." you chuckle, embarrassed, " But if we never broke up, I can't imagine where I'd be right now...if it wasn't for you I don't think I'd be the person I am today." You explain lightheartedly, it's time and familiarity that makes bringing this topic up so easy. Like it means nothing at all. "So I guess I just wanted to say...thanks?"

Chan smiles, a genuine smile, even if it has a melancholic quality to it, all he ever wanted...really was for you to be happy. And you are. Most certainly.

So he doesn't tell you more, doesn't tell you about almosts and rain hitting pavements and forever and always.

But he reaches out and pats your knuckles and says - because he means it the same still, "Anything for you."

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years

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Brain Teasers (A Light Fingers Moment In Between)

A/N: We really run the gamut with this one, genre wise. Explains why a "Moment" in Between is longer than an average actual chapter (I did math to find out). Word Count: 3086 Rating: E(xplicit) Content Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex

“Whatcha doin?” you asked casually, entering the apartment to set down the brown paper bags in your arms.

As you turned back around to lock the door, you were surprised when Diego didn’t even look up from whatever he was hunched over at the table.

“Diego? Is everything alright?”

Concern creased your brow as you made your way over to him, groceries forgotten.

You leaned in to kiss his cheek in greeting, frown deepening when he backed away before you could. He looked up at you, eyes stormy with rage as he gestured to the papers he had been reading. Your papers.

“The mayor’s re-election gala? I thought you didn’t hit targets with people present?” he snapped.

“I don’t,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “I steal because I’m good at it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to have a little fun with it when I can. And every thief dreams of having the skill to be able to rob the rich blind of their belongings right out from under their noses, while smiling at them over a flute of champagne.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?” his voice was hesitant but still laced with anger.

“That it was a game. A brain exercise. I would never actually do it.”

You reached out again, laying your hand over one of his where it rested in a fist on the table.

“I promise, Diego. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He sighed, relaxing almost instantly, the tension dropping from his shoulders and his hand uncurling beneath your fingers. He slowly turned his palm upward, looping his fingers through yours and giving you a gentle tug forward until he could wrap you in a hug.

“I’m sorry for accusing and getting mad at you for no reason,” he muttered, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“All is forgiven. It did look admittedly sketchy.” You chuckled, looping your arms around his waist. “Make it up to me by putting away the groceries?”

He sighed.

“I think it’s more than reasonable,” you argued.

“Did any of it need to be chilled?”

“No, I don’t think so today. Why?”

“Then they can wait,” he hummed, trailing his lips against your jaw. “I’d rather make it up to you this way.”

You couldn’t resist the huff of amusement that escaped you, even as you tilted your head to give him more access to your most sensitive spots.

“This is not the solution to every problem, you know.” You teased, fingers tightening against his back as he nipped at your skin.

“Only most of them?”

“Groceries now, and you can be a teasing bastard later,” you scolded, trying to fight back a moan as he trailed his tongue over the spots he had been biting.

“Promise?”

Laughing, you shoved his shoulder lightly. He reluctantly let you go, chuckling and walking off to the kitchen to do as he was told.

You stayed where you were, looking down at the papers he’d been upset by. The plan was a diagram for a simple two man lift, mostly wallets and loose bracelets. Probably the most plausible scenario you’d ever mapped out, so you supposed you could see where his confusion lay. You wondered whether you should find some other way to do these exercises, or label them so they wouldn’t be an issue again in the future.

Fighting with Diego, even just the chance of it, made you feel like your world was off-kilter.

“You like puzzles...” he mused from the kitchen, interrupting your thoughts.

“You should know that already, Diego,” you teased, not looking up as you scooped everything into a pile.

“I do. Just...thinking out loud.”

You turned to look at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Oh? About what?”

“Nothing,” he smiled mysteriously, walking over and pressing a kiss to your cheek as you dumped the papers haphazardly in a file drawer. “Don’t worry about it. Rice or pasta for dinner?”

“I have a surprise for you,” Diego said a few days later, not long after getting home from one of his usual shifts at the gym. “But you have to find it first. Patch helped me set up a bunch of challenges for you.”

“You’re going to make me do a scavenger hunt?” You raised an eyebrow incredulously at him.

“Yes. No? Only if you want to…?” He shifted nervously, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you gave him a quick kiss and smiled.

“I love it. Now where do I start?”

Producing a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, he proudly read a riddle off to you. Tapping your thumbnail against your bottom lip, you listened intently to every word, mind already racing. Part of you was still trying to work out what Diego was up to, but most of you was focused on winning his little game.

Solving the latest of the anagram, to generate a riddle rather than a more direct instruction, you sighed, rubbing at your temples.

“Diego, honey,” you said sweetly. “Were you planning on having me play these games all night?”

“What do you mean?” he frowned.

“This is the tenth puzzle. I’m having fun but...how many are there?”

“Just a few more, I promise,” he kissed your cheek before ushering you off to follow the latest ‘clue.’ “And it’ll be worth it.”

Under his breath he added an almost frustrated, “I hope” but you decided it was best not to respond, since you likely weren’t meant to hear it in the first place.

Finally, you made it to the end of Diego’s quest, and froze. All of his looping, wild goose chase steps had brought you to a quiet rooftop garden, perfectly laid out for a picnic. The borders of the secluded area were scattered with tiny candles and a few cut white roses were strewn across the large grey blanket. Somewhere, unseen among the flowers, a radio softly crooned.

Completely at a loss for words, you turned back to Diego who hovered a few steps behind you, smiling softly as he looked at you, framed in the dim lights and flowers. Invitingly, he stepped closer, hand held out with palm turned upward. As you placed yours on top of it, he closed his fingers lightly around you and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

“I know there’s a picnic to get to,” he murmured. “But I thought you might like to dance first?”

“I would love to,” you answered lightly, delicately placing your free hand on his shoulder.

Pressed close together, the pair of you swayed to the faint music and the night sounds around you. The more relaxed you became, the more naturally it came to you, as if the pair of you were one entity, and you wanted to stay there forever.

“Not that you’re not welcome to do romantic shit whenever you feel like it, but what’s all this for, Diego?” you asked eventually, quietly so that you didn’t shatter the moment.

“It’s our anniversary,” he led you in a graceful twirl so that you were tucked against his body, back to chest.

“No it’s not…” you let yourself there in his arms, gently rocking in time, for a moment before spinning back.

“Of the day we met,” his arm tightened around your waist to pull you a little closer. “Three years ago today. I tried to time it to the hour but you solved everything quicker than I thought you would.”

“You remembered that?” you stumbled a step, but he was quick to hold you up and help you find your rhythm again.

“Obviously. It was important. I knew it even then. You didn’t?”

“No? At the time I didn’t think anything of it,” you shrugged. “It was just another Wednesday.”

“You don’t remember the date,” the air rushed past as he dipped you and quickly righted you once more, “but you do remember that it was a Wednesday?”

“Sure. There’s only seven days in a week to keep track of, as opposed to 365 in a year.”

He chuckled and shook his head, slowing to a stop and gesturing to the picnic blanket, wordlessly suggesting you take a break. He had laid out some of your favorite foods on little plates, and a fancy bottle of lemonade, that if you knew him at all was probably freshly homemade by Grace, stood beside two thin-stemmed glasses.

“Diego...everything tonight has been so perfect,” you sighed, tears springing to your eyes as the pair of you settled into comfortable seated positions. “The food, the flowers, the garden. The fact that it feels like up here, we could be the only two people in the world.”

“It’s also the best place in the city to see the stars,” he offered casually, popping a chunk of fruit into his mouth.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“A couple of weeks. I had help with the execution.”

You wanted to fling yourself into his arms and shower him with kisses, but since that would have required upsetting everything he had worked so hard to put together, you refrained.

“I feel awful now that I didn’t remember and get you anything or do anything for you in return,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“Don’t. I did this because I wanted to treat you and show you how I feel. But I don’t need you to reciprocate. Just...having you here, with me. With me. It’s more than I could ask for.”

“Okay, that’s it,” you muttered and began shifting plates and bowls and the two wine (or rather lemonade) glasses off to the side.

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching you with a puzzled expression.

“Clearing a path so I can do this.”

You reached across the space, closing the gap between you and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Pressing your lips to his, you tried to channel all of your emotions into the connection. Unsurprisingly, he kissed you back, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other finding your hips to pull you flush against him. Running your tongue across his lower lip in askance, you smiled into the kiss when he opened up for you. As you mapped the details of each other with tongue and touch as if you didn’t already know them all by heart, he drifted onto his back, bringing you across his lap to straddle his hips.

“This was supposed to be romantic,” he pointed out as you both broke for air.

“It is romantic. There’s stars and candles and roses. All the hallmarks,” you teased, rolling your eyes. “Unless you’d like to stop?”

“No!” his grip on your waist tightened, stopping you from your feigned movement to climb off of him. “I was just saying...”

“I was just going to kiss you and then go back to our very sweet picnic. This position was all you,” you smirked down at him.

“That’s not…” he sighed, realizing that he was, as usual, rising to your bait.

“I know,” you placed a swift, chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But you’re so much fun to tease, baby. Have been since day one. Although I think then I said something about you pinning me, not the other way around.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him and hummed in agreement.

“This view is so much better though. Is teasing all you plan to do, sweetheart?” His expression shifted to a smirk of his own as he rolled his hips beneath you.

“It wasn’t, but if you’re going to play dirty...it’s tempting.”

Your lips found the most sensitive point beneath his jaw and you sucked lightly on it, drawing out a groan from him. You could feel his hardening length strain against his pants, pressing against your belly as you continued to lavish attention on the spot.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “Baby, please…”

“How can I say no when you beg so pretty for me like that?” you murmured against his skin.

His fingers dug into your hips as you rocked back enough to give better access. Bit by bit, you slowly, reverently undressed each other, pausing frequently to explore the exposed flesh with hands and lips. Fully bare before him, and him before you, you felt a hot blush creep across your cheeks at the way he looked up at you. There was desire in his eyes, yes, but more than that, he seemed to be staring as if you were a work of art, as if no matter how many times he’d seen you, he couldn’t believe that you were real.

Awed tears stung at the corners of your eyes as you tilted your head downward and kissed him. Your lips slotted against each other, moving in perfect pattern as his hands trailed down your spine and back up again. You trailed a finger across his cheekbone before you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, now fluttering back open.

“Ready?” you asked, a small smirk on your lips.

“For you? Always,” he answered, reaching between you and ‘accidentally’ brushing his fingers against your folds before lining himself up with your entrance.

Slowly, you sank down, sheathing him in you completely, a shuddering sigh escaping as you did. Bracing your hands against his chest, you rolled your hips experimentally, sparks of pleasure shooting through you as the motion dragged him against every sensitive inch of your core.

“God you’re beautiful,” he whispered reverently, tracing patterns across your skin as you continued to move.

Every brush of his fingers across your back and sides left a trail of fire behind. You bent your head to dust butterfly-light kisses across his chest, taking time to focus in particular on the scars you found there, mapping them. Gradually your pace increased as he began to roll his hips in time with yours, one hand holding your hip to keep you steady and the other massaging lightly at your breast.

“Diego,” you moaned, begging him for the last little push you needed to make you fall apart.

“Love the way you moan my name baby,” he purred. “Say it again. Please, baby?”

Teetering just on the edge of bliss, you complied, chanting his name like a prayer against his lips as he stretched up to kiss you again. The feel of his tongue dancing with yours and his hand tightening as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven made you cry out. He swallowed the sound hungrily, answering it with a swear as his release found him and he painted your insides with his seed. He gave a few more thrusts, bringing his free hand down to tease your clit and finally drive you over the edge, spasming around him, before he gently pulled out and you collapsed forward onto his chest, panting for breath.

“Christ, that was incredible,” you sighed.

“You always know how to make me feel so good baby,” he huffed in answer, still out of breath.

Sweaty and sated, you laid there for a while, listening to his racing heart as it slowly resumed its normal pace. Eventually, despite the warmth of the evening, your skin began to prickle with chill and you rolled off him, sorting through the pile of discarded clothing and passing his to him.

“I don’t know about you,” he said with a smirk, “but I’ve worked up an appetite now.”

You rolled your eyes, laying back down on the blanket with him and reaching lazily for the food you had set to the side.

“Typical,” you remarked in faux-disgust. “Sometimes I swear you are such a...man.”

With you comfortably tucked into his embrace, the pair of you picked at the offerings he’d packed for a while until you had your fill. Once neither of you had any interest in the food any longer, Diego laid back again, pulling you with him, finally gazing at the view of the stars he had promised you. In satisfied silence, you snuggled against him for a while.

“You said you knew us meeting was important,” you said softly, trailing a finger over the thick band of muscle in his forearm as it rested across you.

“I did.” You weren’t sure if his affirmation was of his statement or what he claimed to have known back then.

“Did you guess why? Or think we’d end up here?”

“Are you asking if it was love at first sight?” he countered, turning to look at you, warm breath fluttering your hair and tickling your ear.

You bit your lip. “I guess, yeah.”

“It wasn’t that...clear,” he said haltingly, struggling for words.

On instinct you wound your fingers through his and gave them a gentle squeeze. You stayed silent, waiting, giving him all the time he needed.

“But I think it was. Or something close.”

“Oh.”

You weren’t sure what you’d been hoping to hear, or what to say to that. It scared you, in a way, to know that he’d felt so deeply for you right from the start. It scared you to admit, to risk hurting him by doing so, that you...hadn’t. Your initial draw toward him was curiosity, for most of that first year, and you had fallen in love in little pieces, giving him your heart bit by bit until one day you looked up and realized he had all of it, and you were all the happier for it. It wasn’t love at first sight, not by any means. But something about it, even at that first meeting, was inevitable.

“Y/N?” Diego asked softly, pulling you out of your racing thoughts. “Where’d you go just now?”

“I…” you licked your lips, throat feeling dry and tongue feeling heavy, “was just thinking...about when I knew…”

“And?”

“And I don’t actually remember falling in love with you. One day I wasn’t. And then I was.”

He ducked his head, kissing your shoulder, soft lips lingering on your skin.

“That’s okay,” he murmured against your skin. “What matters is now.”

For a long time, you laid in silence, the radio still humming indistinctly, the stars twinkling overhead. Eventually you sighed.

“We should probably go home before we fall asleep here. It’s late,” you suggested.

“Hm. You’re probably right,” he hummed in agreement, though he made no move to actually do so.

“Diego?”

“I’m just enjoying the moment a little longer. Enjoy it with me?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you snuggled tighter against him. “I guess I can manage that.”

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End Note: So this fic has a flaw. In my head most of the puzzles have a visual component and/or I didn't know how to write them, so I had to gloss over them instead. Whoops.

#do I like this title? No but what else is new #transitions? never heard of her #Light Fingers #moments in between #Diego Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic #smut with feelings

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hubbytaeil · 4 years

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hello! i've been into taeil lately, so i was thinking about requesting him with prompts 46, 55, and 93, if possible. thank you in advance! 🌝💛

Taeil + #46 What’s this between us?, #55 Ruin me, #93 Don’t tell your parents

genre: angst, friends to lovers to strangers(?)

word count: 1k7 (this is taeil’s fault I swear)

warnings: smoking, slightly suggestive

a/n: now im s a d lol, this is what happens after bing watching sex and the city

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ prompts ( send in your requests if you want <3)

This could be a dream, and yet it feels more like a nightmare. When you walked into your go-to bar, like you always do every other Friday, Taeil was the last person on Earth you thought you’d run into. The place is packed and certainly there isn’t enough space for you to run away and hide so you decide to just stand next to the counter with your friends, hoping he doesn’t come up to you.

“Well, look who it is.” your blood freezes in your veins. You turn around in your heels slowly, preparing yourself for what you should say. “Hi, it’s been a long time.” You had broken up with him years ago and you hadn’t seen him after that. You knew that he was working for some corporate in the city but that was it. You had never run into him, not even once. To be fair, you had pictured how your eventual meeting would’ve turned out many times before, however all your fantasies can’t exceed this exact moment. Talking to him feels unreal, like being teleported back in time, a time before responsibilities, anxieties and fears. “You’ve grown taller, I see.” Taeil looks up at you pointing at your shoes. You hear your friends giggling behind you. “And you haven’t lost your sense of humour.” “That’s my only charm, you know that.” He swings his gin tonic in a circle before taking a sip. “C’mon, we both know that’s not true.” You reply gently tapping your fingers on your glass of Chardonnay. It’s definitely hard to keep eye contact, something is keeping your eyes glued to the counter. Taeil can feel it too, as he adjusts his tie.

Fifteen years ago

“What do you mean you broke my mother’s favourite vase?!” “Exactly what it means, y/n. Oh God, please don’t tell your parents.” “Well, I’m not taking the blame again! Why the hell did you bring your football inside the house?!” “I’m sorry-” “That’s it, I’m never inviting you to my birthday party ever again.”

Those were the kind of fights you would have; you were only thirteen, life had only just begun.

The days were filled with stupid notes passed during Math class, making fun of each other at lunchtime, eating ice scream at the park. If anyone could’ve ever been your first love, it would’ve been Taeil. You joined the music club just to spend more time with him, but you never said a word on the matter. You have such a clear memory of sitting through hours of rehearsals just to hear him play the piano. It was just a mere crush, you thought, it would fade away eventually. Yet, even now, every time you hear someone playing the piano you are taken back to that sweaty auditorium, you are taken back to the first time ever you had ever felt anything for someone. You are taken back to him.

“Do you still play?” you ask after letting your friends exchange pleasantries with Taeil, introducing him as an ‘old friend’. Inevitably, when one of the tables was cleared, they asked him to join in along with his friends.

“Sometimes, not as much as I used to. Do you still sing?” Taeil mocks you and you cover your eyes in embarrassment. “Oh God, no.” Your conversation reaches the ears of everyone at the table. “Y/n, you didn’t tell you could sing!” “It was a school thing, I was awful.” An echo of disapproval invades your ears. “Don’t believe her!” Taeil shouts slapping a hand on the hard wood as if to prove his point. You go on saying how Taeil plays the piano magnificently to shift the centre of attention.

The night goes on between a few drinking games and ridiculous anecdotes about college. Suddenly you ask Taeil if he’d like to accompany you outside to smoke a cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?” he questions, his tone is not judgmental in any way. “I don’t really smoke...” you begin to answer as you try to light up the cigarette. A gentle wind is blowing so Taeil helps by cupping the lighter, you thank him with a nod. “...only when I drink.” you finish after inhaling. Taeil raises an eyebrow in disbelief before pulling out a pack from his pocket. “I guess that makes two of us.” You start to grin and you find yourself unable to stop. “What it is?” “Nothing.” you respond as your grin transform into a full-on laughter. Taeil glances at you and finally gets on the same track as you and joins you. “Man, we’re old.” he exclaims taking a deep draw. “I guess.” “But you haven’t changed much since I last saw you.” You mean when I dumped you. You shut down the little voice of guilt. “Really? I don’t think so...” “You’re still gorgeous.” all of a sudden, the atmosphere is heavier.

Ten years ago

“I think I’m love with you, y/n.” Taeil told you after making love for the first time. You stared at him in disbelief, unable to wrap your head around the concept of someone loving you back, more than anything your middle school friend who you had known for so long. Even after confessing to him your feelings, him saying he felt the same, all your friends congratulating you because they knew you two would’ve ended up together, you still couldn't believe you were holding the boy of your dreams right in your arms. But when you’re eighteen it’s hard to accept love, even if we long for it with such ache. For a while, you two had your share of fairy tale. For instance, when he kissed you on the first New Year’s Eve you spent as a couple in a square full of people. The fireworks reflected in his eyes but you ardently affirmed how those were in fact stars.

So where did you go wrong? Why did what you had grow cold one day? During college you realised something was off. You thought the distance between you and your boyfriend Taeil couldn't jeopardise your relationship. However, as time went by, the physical distance slowly became emotional as well, you two being so invested in your lives.There lied the problem, you were starting to lead different lives. The few times you two could meet it didn’t feel genuine, you were trying to act like the people you once were. But those two were mere ghosts at that point.

“Taeil, what’s this between us? "During the Christmas break of your senior year, you finally sat down with him to have the so dreaded discussion. It went on for hours, but Taeil wouldn't hear any of that. “No, I don’t believe this.” “Taeil, we’ve changed. Everything’s changed and I don’t know if we can go on like this. I don’t want to ruin your life by chaining you up to me.” “Ruin me, I don’t care.” It was like running in circles. The fight burned out eventually, leaving you two exhausted. You both looked up and you knew. “So, it’s over?” you nodded, unable to come up with an answer. He asked you if he could walk you up to your car one last time and you let him. “You know I’m going to win you back one day, right?” Taeil had tears in his eyes but he managed to smile at you. “We’ll see.”

It’s getting late and the bar is slowly emptying. Your friends begin to take off as well, leaving you and Taeil alone. “Do you want to share a cab, y/n?” “Oh, no thanks. I live just five minutes away.” “Oh.” Taeil hesitates before speaking out again. “If you want, I can walk with you. Only if you want.” “That would be nice.” your answer is sincere, not only because you’re kind of scared of walking alone at night, but because you want to keep talking to Taeil. You want to hear about everything you’ve missed, anything at all.

You start walking side by side into the night, two pair of hands in your respective pockets. Taeil makes fun of the weird noise your heels make when hitting the sidewalk. “Oh, shut up! You’re just jealous!” “Yeah, you’re right. Do you have an extra pair? I could use the few inches.” It definitely doesn’t feel like chasing ghosts anymore. No, you’re just two childhood friends picking up where you’ve left off.

“Okay, I’m going to pop out the big question.” “Shoot.” “Are you seeing anyone?” you knew it was coming, sooner or later. You run through your possible answers and decide that there’s no point in lying. “Absolutely not.” Taeil assumes a shocked expression. “Why so categorical?” he chuckles. “It’s just... I haven’t had much luck.” You go on, counting down mentally how much time you have before you reach your door. “Good.” Taeil says point-blank. You glare at him not expecting him to call you out like that. “Excuse me?” “That means karma is real.” You both burst out laughing yet again. “What about you, mister Karma? Are you dating anyone?” Taeil stays silence for a bit before looking at you dead in the eye. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Well, this is it.” You point at your door with you finger. Now you’re both facing each other in front of the stairs. You’ve reached the endgame, and you’re dying to see how all of this will end. “This was nice, y/n.” “It really was.” another break of silence and you feel your heart giving in. You know you both want to say something, yet it feels impossible to make the first step. “Is it okay if-” Taeil stops mid-sentence which sticks a dagger in your chest. “Yes?” you barely whisper, anticipating whatever he’s going to say. “Is it okay if we see each other again? I mean, not as... but as friends. Is that alright?” Those words bring you a kind of happiness you never thought could be felt again. You take a good look at your old friend. His eyes still sparkle and you thank whoever it is that brought him back to you. “I think we can arrange that.” You don’t what’ll happen next, but it doesn’t scare you. In the air there’s a feeling of expectation which you breath in as you walk up the stairs to your door. “Y/n!” you turn around immediately, Taeil is about to get inside a cab. “Remember what I told you!” and just like that you watch him disappear into the night. This scene somehow looks familiar.

Can it be that It was all so simple then? Or has time re-written every line? If we had the chance to do it all again Tell me, would we? Could we?

#nct au #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct scenarios #taeil au #taeil scenarios #taeil imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 fluff #nct smut #nct angst #taeil fic #nct taeil #moon taeil #nct drabbles #nct dream scenarios #wayv imagines #nct dream imagines

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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years

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SOUTHPAW, PART 1: HEADCANONS.

notes: dear anon: thank you for making me appreciate jake the rapper! also i know nothing about rap, so i’m sorry if this is pure trash! i never finished watching southpaw because it was too dark for me, but i took some very loose inspiration from it. warnings: mentions of dark past, mentions of sexual content... this got really long (2k words). gifs credits: alphalewolf. extras: if you want more informations about rapper!jake, please scroll through my blog. i have edited some older posts with the tag: topic: rapper!jake, so check it out if you’re interested. i have taken some ideas and put them in this list. (at the end of the list i provided some goodies!)

PART TWO WILL BE UPLOADED SOON, KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT!

attention, attention! please note i know absolutely nothing about rap. i very rarely enjoy listening to rap music, it’s simply not for me. this might be inaccurate and off compared to the actual world of hip hop and other similar genres. i apologize for my lack of knowledge! this is an au in which jake is not an actor or a producer or anything of the sort. his fame, he built it with his music. you must keep that in mind while reading these headcanons or else it will get confusing. also, i’ve taken some loose inspiration from jake’s actual work, but that’s just for the sake of backstory. are you ready to dive in this twisted fantasy?

Jake Gyllenhaal. Known as Hall. He exploded the charts after being picked up by one of the biggest record companies for his first album: Hall of Fame. He was a rookie, yet he was older than most of the rappers you can think of today. He worked his way up undercover. He started participating in poetry and slam nights at local cafés. He became a songwriter, through connections. He sold some songs that are absolute classics today, but he does not care. He did not feel like they fit him anyway.

Growing up, Jake had it rough. There was a lot of fighting at home. His older sister was the perfect angel and him? The absolute disaster child. It was not like he ran after danger and trouble, he seemed to always be at the wrong place in the wrong time, he hung out with the wrong crowd. He managed to avoid juvie on some miracle. What was the miracle, you might ask? He was caught robbing some local bank with his “friends” and the cops, at first, did not believe he was innocent. While his friends were screaming and threatening the innocent clients of the bank, Jake actually tried to help them out of the building safely. The cops arrived at the same moment and thought he was keeping the strangers hostage. He was arrested on the spot. The other guys played the victims, blamed it all on Jake but it was only when Jake wrote the whole story, from the beginning where his friends manipulated him and made of him their puppet to when he felt this adrenaline rush telling him he needed to save the strangers that night. His writing was too sincere, too raw to be a web of lies. The police released him, but they kept an eye on him.

His escape were writing and music. He impressed all of his teachers at school. Talented, gifted, magical. That was how they described Jake at every parent and teacher meeting. Writing dumb sentences that made very little sense and playing with a guitar after school, that did not make his parents very proud compared to his sister who was on top of all of her classes and working hard for a future of wealth and success.

Music was his entire life. He would come home from school and blast music until he was called out for dinner. Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Heart, Pink Floyd, Metallica, name it. He liked it loud. He liked it weird. He liked it with a deeper message, with double meaning.

He worked all types of jobs, some legal and some not so much. He was saving money for college. He applied. He got in. He started his classes. He had big dreams, too, he had ambitions. Maybe he could his talent to good use? He wanted to study philosophy, literature, music, creative writing... Anything that required thought and depth. He made friends, there. He befriended the edgy punk guy, he had tattoos everywhere, he listened to the same bands, he was quiet but his essays spoke volumes.

Jake was disappointed, his illusions were broken. He hated the format of his classes, the feeling like his opinion and his inspiration did not matter, it was always about meeting some stupid requirements to please a rich professor who did not care about passion, about talent, about originality. Jake dropped out, soon followed by his friend. His friend was hired at a tattoo parlor and Jake hung out there all the time. He would stay up until 5 am, 6, 7, all night and all day long. He loved the clients there. He would write and read his writing out loud to the clients when they were tortured by the needle shooting the ink in their skin. Talented and gifted, they all the same thing.

He started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

He wrote, not just stories and opinion pieces. He started writing songs, melody and lyrics. He started playing them, he started writing his own poetry too. He was introduced to freestyle battles. And as he fought against other talented thinkers, he noticed he spoke with a tempo, with a rhythm. He was rapping and he did not even realize it.

His career sky rocketed from the moment a music producer attended one of the rap battles. He was famous, he got quite the thick wallet and the connections. Jake was introduced to legends of hip hop. They all influenced him as his career grew to become something overwhelming and terrifying, yet thrilling and addictive.

Hall had a style of his own, though. It was romantic, yet absolutely disgusting and dark. It was aggressive, yet vulnerable and philosophical. He spoke of his trauma, of his hatred, of his envy, of his fears... He used his songs as an escape. He was becoming his own escape.

And his own prison. His family did not care about him, he was a shame, even. Aside from his old college friend, he never built strong friendships. They were all after him for fame and cash. He slept around, guys and gals, threesomes, foursomes... He did not care, anything for some genuine connection, even if it lasted for a very lazy and messy fifteen minutes in the trashy bathroom of a concert hall. Rumour had it he was a great lover, but he was so bad at loving.

Now it gets interesting...

Hall rapped alongsides Eminem, Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott... The biggest pop stars were fighting just to get him to rap a line in their songs. Rihanna wishes he was the one singing Love the way you lie, does that give you an idea? He appeared on duets. He wrote more solo albums, sold them instantly. He never left the top of the billboard in weeks, months, if not years. It never really got to his head. He was still that sensitive boy writing about knights and princesses in his bedroom with walls covered by band posters. Fans did not care about this side of him, they loved him for his lyrics about snorting coke, drinking his pain away and fucking whoever wore the tiniest skirt around.

His latest album, Southpaw, was an even bigger hit. Pure filth. Pure gold. Imagine 13 tracks, Cardi’s and Megan’s WAP but reversed. He does not rap about how good he fucks people. He raps about how good they feel. That’s some real depth here, no pun intended.

You met him at one of his concerts. Your friend won VIP passes, so you were standing in the front and got to take a picture with him. You did not understand the hype around taking a photo with this guy, he just stood there and looked absolutely emotionless.

You hated rap, or perhaps you loved it. You did not care much for Jake, that was for sure. You thought he was just another lame rapper who thought he was the real deal because his lyrics were so explicit, even the clean versions made angels cry. The truth was, you did not know much a bout him. You found him too commercial, like he was scared of becoming irrelevant.

You saw right through him already.

But him? He already cared too much about you. You caught his attention as he rapped his songs. He could not take his eyes off you. You weighted heavy on his mind, caused him to stutter and forget lyricvs. Fans laughed, they said he was probably too drunk or too high too focus. Drunk in love, that’s what it was.

There was something about you. Maybe it was the Black Sabbath shirt you wore. Maybe it was the unimpressed look on your face. Maybe it was your plump lips he wanted to kiss. Maybe it was the sight of you laughing with your friend that made his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was the fact you treated him like a normal person even if you had not spoken to him first.

So, you met backstage.

Your friend was beaming from ear to ear, showering Jake in compliments.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jake asked you.

“For someone who shows no emotion, sound dead inside and look like they wish they were doing anything but making dozens of thousands of dollars by singing a couple of semi mediocre tracks, yeah, it was not that horrible.”

He was up for a challenge.

You two exchanged insults like it was a boxing match. Each round was getting more and more intense. It was no longer insults, it was straight up flirting. You noticed when your bodies were so close you could smell the scent of watermelon chewing gum that escaped from his warm breath. You could hear the way his raced even faster than yours.

You were snapped out of this fantasy by his bodyguard, indicating other fans waited for him.

He remembered the name your friend called out, saying he needed to bring you home before something bad happened.

It was the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

He hung out around that concert hall for the next couple of days. At the bar nearby, at Starbucks, at McDonald’s, anything for the sake of seeing your face again.

And he did.

You were walking out of the record store with a vinyl of Heart squeezed under your arm. You looked so happy. You had paint stains all over your clothes. You were erasing the memories of a terrible relationship by decorating your tiny apartment, and you needed to set the right ambiance. You needed guidance, you found it in the strong minds of the ladies behind Heart, in Joan Jett, in Stevie Nicks. You found your silver lining in music.

Jake ran behind you, he pretended he was out jogging and he mysteriously bumped into you. He grabbed your vinyl before it could fall on the ground.

“Nice pick.”

“We finally agree on something.”

Another round of flirty insults...

... That ended in the two of you fucking like animals on the floor of your apartment.

And fucking on the couch the next day.

On the kitchen counter the morning after.

And finally, on the bed. That was a really special one. Jake was the first person to be on your bed since the departure of your ex. He could feel that you were not in the mood for a rough battle for dominance.

That night, he made love to you.

For, quite possibly, the first time in his life, he expressed his love directly to somebody. “Princess, baby girl, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing”, he showered you in compliments, and praises. The slow movement of his hips, the intense passion in his eyes and love in his heart spoke louder than the music you were playing in the background to set the mood.

You were not just another trophee to hang on the wall. You were special.

He was special too.

He bought you every record that reminded him of you. He bought you collector items of your favourite bands. From the silliest decoration to a new car to replace your crappy one, passing by tickets to exclusive and sold-out shows, Jake had never felt more famous in his life than when he was with you.

His fans noticed the change in his songs, in his lyrics. They were just as explicit, just as rotten and just as corrupted. However, they came from a place of light and love, not of darkness and rage.

He sang about how good your felt when you climaxed around him. How drenched he was whenever he made you squirt. How he loved to taste himnself on your lips. How he was full of love and of lust for you. How he would quit everything if it meant he would live a normal life, for once, and with you.

You inspired so many songs that became massive world-wide hits.

You travelled the world with him on tour. You helped him design his new merch and you wore his t-shirts with pride. You attended concerts in your freetime. You loved staying up all night, painting and drawing while he was writing about this mirage of a goddess, blessing his existence with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

He was addicted to you.

He was crazy for you.

And he went crazy on you.

for research purposes and not because i wasted my time hearing eminem talk about stuff i don’t understand so i could stare at jake’s thighs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP_cKP4OjsA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whV5oQDvVWE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGqC9URTJIQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5imXD1LPnwo

and finally, for good measure :

@gyll-yee-haw ily

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #topic: rapper!jake #series: southpaw

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A Track-by-Track Breakdown of Taylor Swift’s 8th Studio Album: ‘folklore’

Taylor Swift’s 8th studio album, folklore, starts off with the lie, “I’m on some new shit.” Perhaps to someone who hasn’t been paying attention this would seem to be true. But to those listening, folklore is the essence of her skill and success throughout her entire career stripped down for all to see, but more refined, enhanced, and impressive than ever.

Even prior to her pop-world domination with 1989 (2014), Taylor’s storytelling ability has always been her most compelling strength as a writer. In 2010, she released her third album, Speak Now, penned fully solo to prove to the cynics that she does, in fact, write her own music. And it’s damn good. Widely considered her best song, “All Too Well” from Red (2012) is a five and a half minute epic about love had and lost, all in walks through autumn trees, almost running red lights, dancing round the kitchen, and a scarf reminiscent of innocence, unreturned.

Yet her pop prowess over the last six years perhaps leads to her storytelling being overlooked to those more focused on the music. There is a particular genius in writing a successful pop song, let alone three successful pop albums, that still has hard-hitting lyrics underneath the synth. Take the excellent “Cruel Summer” from Lover (2019) for example. The song is just under 3 minutes, and the production is so enthralling and infectious that it can take such a hold on you, you might miss the tale being told along with it about a fraught summer relationship that was actually just the beginning of her own love story.

But without the pop production, her stories on folklore demand attention. Swept up by a strong wave of creativity and inspiration, Swift secretly wrote and produced this album in around three months with Aaron Dessner of The National, one of Swift’s favorite bands, and long-time collaborator and friend Jack Antonoff. A surprise album is a new endeavor for Swift, as she generally spends months meticulously planning an album rollout. It is refreshing, and as a dedicated, long-time fan of Taylor, it is thrilling. Due to the album cover where she is standing in the woods, and the genre of the album itself, there have been think pieces regarding the “man in the woods” trope and what it means that Taylor seems to be embodying it. As a result of over-exposure, people are unable to stop focusing on her image and the way she presents herself. It’s understandable, as she is a very smart and deliberate businesswoman, and clearly cares about how she is perceived. But with this album, it is clear that none of that was at play. We are in the middle of a pandemic. Her mother has been battling cancer for years. Isolate a creative person in a dangerous world and they will dream up an escape. She understands more than ever how precious each moment is, and does not want to waste another one. The woods being the landscape for the photo-shoot is most likely attributed to the fact that it is the safest place to have one under these circumstances. She’s not pretending she removed herself from society and became enlightened, she didn’t dabble into a more alternative sound to prove anything; she is just sharing stories she wants to tell that she is proud of, and nothing more.

Of course the music of the album is important, but the lyrics are the heart of it all, and I wanted to focus on them. Upon its release, Taylor explained in a foreword that the album was a mixture of personal and fictional accounts. The beauty of stories is that once they are shared, they never live one single life; each person who consumes a story interprets it uniquely, and the story becomes a multiverse, with different meanings and outcomes than what initially drove the pen to the paper. As explained by Swift in a YouTube comment prior to the album’s release, three songs on the album are all one story, which she has dubbed “the teenage love triangle.” The three points of the triangle are “cardigan,” “august,” and “betty.” But if someone had not seen her say that, they might not have figured it out. Maybe they’d interpret each song as their own story, and connect it to their own. Taylor knows this. It is why she loves storytelling and is why she is so good at it. The album itself is a mirror ball, shimmering with every version of the stories being told, reflecting a bit of each person who listens. These are my interpretations, but they can mean whatever you make of them.

1. the 1 The melody of this song helps set the scene; picture yourself skipping rocks on a lake, reminiscing on the one that got away. “the 1” is about learning to assimilate into a life without them, resentfully accepting that they might be moving on, too. She ruminates on what went wrong and what could have been. In a very Swift fashion, she puts the blame on herself when she sings, “in my defense, I have none / for digging up the grave another time.” Perhaps this song is fictional, perhaps it’s a revisit of a past feeling or relationship, but its relatability makes it feel real and present. She searches for explanations, restraining herself from asking, “if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?” But it’s good she didn’t ask, because she’d never find the answer, anyway. Best lyric: “We never painted by the numbers, baby, but we were making it count / You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.”

2. cardigan (teenage love triangle, part 1: betty’s perspective) “When you are young they assume you know nothing,” Swift sings in her smooth low-register on this Lana del Rey-esque single. “But I knew everything when I was young,” she asserts. They say wisdom comes with age, but there is wisdom lost, too, of what it felt like to be young; but she has held onto it. In this track, the narrator (Betty) is looking back on her relationship with someone she once loved (James, as name-dropped in “betty” later on in the album). Her insight on his character was always spot on; she knew he’d try to kiss it better, change the ending, miss her once the thrill expired and come back, begging for her forgiveness in her front porch light. As soon as she was feeling forgotten, he made her feel wanted, his favorite. The ending in question is unclear, whether she granted him her forgiveness or not. But what is clear is Taylor’s understanding of the pull of young love, the intensity, the immortalization of all the smallest of details, the longing to be someone’s favorite. It’s why we look back on it so often, read stories and watch films about it, even as we grow old. It’s the cardigan we put back on when we want to be Peter Pan and remember what it was like to fly with Wendy. Best lyric: “You drew stars around my scars / but now I’m bleeding.”

3. the last great american dynasty The story of Rebekah Harkness and her destruction of the last great American dynasty, Standard Oil, is documented in this track, as each verse covers a different part of Rebekah’s life, going from a middle class divorcee to one of the wealthiest women in America by marrying into an empire. Swift paints Rebekah as an outcast, the Rhode Island town blaming her for her husband’s heart giving out. Rebekah used her inherited fortune on her ballet company, throwing lavish parties with her friends who went by the “Bitch Pack,” playing cards with Dali (Yes, as in Salvador Dali. It’s not clear if they actually played cards together, but her ashes were placed in an urn designed by him), and feuding with her neighbors. Then, fifty years later, Taylor Swift bought that very house and ruined the neighborhood all over again, bringing with her the triumphant return of champagne pool parties and women with madness, their men and bad habits. It’s a note on how women will be blamed for tarnishing what is sacred to men rather than celebrated, specifically when its related to wealth and power. They will call them mad, shameless, loud. But just like Rebekah, Taylor learned to pay them no mind, and just have a marvelous time. It is also interesting to note that Rebekah went by Betty. Perhaps Taylor felt inspired by and connected to her and gave her a whole backstory, and thus the birth of “the teenage love triangle,” or maybe it’s just a coincidence; but that’s the fun of it all. Either way, this track is a standout showcase of how Swift has truly mastered her craft as a songwriter. Best lyric: “Holiday House sat quietly on that beach / free of women with madness, their men and bad habits / and then it was bought by me.”

4. exile ft. Bon Iver You know that feeling when your parents are fighting and it’s upsetting you but you can’t help but listen? That’s kind of what listening to this song feels like. Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon co-wrote the track, and he lends his gorgeous vocals to play a man who has been exiled by his ex who has moved on with someone else while he desperately tries to understand where it all went wrong. The bridge is particularly poignant, both proclaiming, “you didn’t even hear me out,” while talking over each other. He thinks he was expected to read her mind, but she is adamant that she gave him plenty of warning signs. Miscommunication is one of the most common downfalls of a relationship, and the emotion in Swift’s and Vernon’s voices really draws you into the argument with them, transporting you back into your own exile from people you once called home. Best lyric: “I couldn’t turn things around / (You never turned things around) / ‘cause you never gave a warning sign / (I gave so many signs.)”

5. my tears ricochet Taylor describes this song in the foreword as “an embittered tormentor showing up to the funeral of his fallen object of obsession.” If you know enough, you can put the pieces together that the tormentor is Scott Borchetta, the head of Big Machine Records, and the funeral is of their professional and personal relationship. Taylor was the first artist ever signed to Big Machine. Borchetta and Swift had to trust each other in their partnership for it to be a success, and oh, how it was. But prior to Lover’s release, Taylor announced that she would be signing to Republic Records as her contract with Big Machine had ended and Republic offered her the opportunity to own all of her masters moving forward and negotiate on Spotify shares for all their artists. It all could have ended amicably there, but then Scott Borchetta sold all of Big Machine, along with Taylor’s masters from every album prior, to Scooter Braun. Braun manages some of the biggest stars out there, and had previously managed Kanye West. Taylor publicly spoke out about this purchase, stating that she was not made aware of this before the announcement, and how much of a betrayal it was considering she had cried to Scott before about Scooter’s mistreatment of her. Taylor has continued to be vocal about this, and so she sings, “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace.” There is a lot to unpack in this song, but the main takeaway is that this betrayal hurts him just as much if not more than it hurts her, because his career was built on her achievements. He buried her while decorated in her success, becoming what he swore he wouldn’t, erasing the good times for greed, all just to be haunted with regret for pushing her out and stealing her lullabies. The pain is palpable, and it is notable that this is song is placed at track 5, the spot generally reserved for the most vulnerable on the album; it shows that there are different types of heartbreak that can shatter you just as much as those from romance. Best lyric: “If I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? / Cursing my name, wishing I stayed.”

6. mirrorball On Lover’s “The Archer,” Taylor expresses her anxiety over people seeing through her act, her own grief at seeing through it herself, wondering if her lover does and whether he would stay with her regardless. “mirrorball” is about the act, one of the more obviously confessional songs on the album. She talks about how a mirror ball can illuminate all the different versions of a person, while also reflecting the light to fit in with the scene. Taylor’s critical self-awareness is heart wrenching, and it’s clear that the anxiety that surrounds the public perception of her is still prevalent. She describes herself as a member of a circus, still on the tightrope and the trapeze even after everyone else has packed up and left, doing anything she can to keep the public’s attention. It hurts to hear the desperation in her voice, but there’s hope in the song, too. She is speaking to someone (we can assume her long-term boyfriend, Joe Alwyn) and thanking them for not being like “the regulars, the masquerade revelers drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten.” In 2016, the height of Taylor’s fame and subsequently her farthest fall from grace, all the people who pretended to be her friends and attended all her parties celebrated her (temporary) demise, continuing to dance over her broken pieces on the floor. But he stayed by her side as she put herself back together. And so now, when no one is around, she’ll shine just for him, standing even taller than she does for the circus. Best lyric: “I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why / I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try / I’m still on that trapeze, I’m still trying everything / to keep you looking at me.”

7. seven Her voice gentle and haunting, Taylor recalls the freedom and innocence of her childhood in Pennsylvania. She asks to be remembered for how she was, swinging over the creek, before she learned civility when she would scream anytime she wanted, then letting out a very pretty one. She sings to her old friend soothingly about taking them away from their haunted house that their father is always shouting in, where they feel the need to hide in a closet, perhaps literally, or figuratively, or both. They can move into Taylor’s house instead, or maybe just to India, just be sure to pack their dolls and a sweater and then they’ll hit the road. She can no longer recall her friend’s face, but the love she had for them still lives in her heart, and she wants it to live forever through story. Just in the way that folklore itself blends reality and fiction, but the truth within it passes on, so will the purity of that love and friendship. Best lyric: “Please picture me in the weeds / before I learned civility / I used to scream ferociously / any time I wanted.”

8. august (teenage love triangle, part 2: the other girl’s perspective) If you had to assign the feeling of longing to a song, it’d be “august.” It’s when you’re teetering at the edge with someone, unsure of where you stand with them, clinging to anything they give you and doing anything just to raise your chances, “living for the hope of it all.” August, the last month of summer, its heat causing it to slip away the fastest in a haze before reality hits. This track is a display of how sometimes losing something you never had causes an even deeper ache than losing something that was yours, and Jack Antonoff’s signature production intensifies the emotion even more. It’s the story of shattered hope, and the longing for the days where it could still fuel you. Best lyric: “To live for the hope of it all / cancel plans just in case you’d call.”

9. this is me trying “this is me trying” is like a drive through a tunnel at night, hearing your loudest anxieties and insecurities echo all around you, caving in. The track is another apt insight into Swift’s struggles with her self-image, with the pressure she puts on herself, so much so that she sometimes pushes herself too close to the edge, her fears luring her out of the tunnel and down, down, down into her own cage, stunting her own growth and keeping those who care out of reach. She tells us how she was “so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.” Every action has an equal, opposite reaction, meaning that she was pushing herself so hard, she rolled back to where she started, and now has to reset. This could be referring to the period between the end of the 1989 era and the release of reputation (2017), or a different time in her life, or just a general sentiment. It doesn’t really matter, though, because no one’s growth is a neat, straight line; growth is jagged. Just like any of us, Taylor will always have to face new obstacles, new pitfalls, new reasons to get back up. She sounds most vulnerable as she cries, “at least I’m trying,” and you feel comforted knowing someone so beautiful and successful has to push herself to try, too, and yet that motivates you more to try yourself. Best lyric: “They told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted, like all my potential.”

10. illicit affairs A quiet, slow-build testament of the passion, the tragedy, the secrecy, the inimitability of a romance that shouldn’t exist, “illicit affairs” demonstrates how you can ruin yourself for someone from just one moment of possibility or truth, quite like the narrator of “august” does for the hope of it all. An illicit affair can be many different things: infidelity, forbidden love, a love that can never be fully realized, a relationship that is inherently wrong but electrifying all the same. It’s a reminder of what so many of us would do just to see new colors, to learn a new language, even if the one moment of enlightenment destroys us forever. We might lose the iridescent glow but we don’t forget it; we carry it with us, but must be careful to remember its blinding effect, to remember how fatal the fall is from the dwindling, mercurial high. Best lyric: “Tell your friends you’re out for a run / you’ll be flushed when you return.”

11. invisible string Clearly the most outright autobiographical track, “invisible string” is the plucky pick-me-up needed. The song is like sunshine, as Swift endearingly links all the little connections between her and her boyfriend, Joe Alwyn, since before they even met. She compares the green grass at the Nashville park she’d sit at in hopes of a meet-cute to the teal of his yogurt shop uniform shirt, and gives a nod to her smash hit “Bad Blood” from 1989 with the delightful line “bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to LA.” She reasons these coincidences as a fateful, invisible, golden string tying them together since the beginning, always destined to meet at the knot in the middle. She thanks time for healing her, (a callback to “Fifteen” from Fearless [2008]), fighting through hell to make it to heaven, transforming her from an axe grinder to a gift giver for her ex’s baby (the ex in question, Joe Jonas, and his wife Sophie Turner, happened to have their first daughter two days before this album’s release). As she has on her previous two albums, she uses the color gold to illustrate how prized their love is to one another. It’s sweet to know in all the gloom that the string has not been severed, and the trees are still golden somewhere. Best lyric: “Cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart / now I send their babies presents.”

12. mad woman Throughout her entire career, Taylor Swift has defiantly defended female rage, all the way back from throwing a chair off a platform on her Fearless Tour during the impassioned “Forever & Always,” to her patient, vengeful reliance on karma in reputation’s lead single, “Look What You Made Me Do,” to her most recent tackling of the matter on Lover’s last and final single, “The Man,” where she explores society’s acceptance and encouragement of angry men yet disdain for angry women. “The Man” is catchy and upbeat, and a fun thought experiment into how Swift’s career would be perceived if she was a man, something that is even more interesting to think about now as she releases an album in a genre heavily dominated and lauded by males. But on “mad woman,” she further explores the creation and perception of female rage, though masked under a smooth, haunting piano melody, her vocals subdued, taunting. In the album foreword, she describes the inspiration behind this song as “a misfit widow getting gleeful revenge on the town that cast her out.” This could be the continuation of Rebekah “Betty” Harkness’s story at her Holiday House in Watch Hill, RI, and how she further alienated herself from the rest of the neighborhood as they cast stones at her for the collapse of the last great American dynasty. (Or perhaps Daenerys Targaryen’s descent as the Mad Queen played a part in the song’s inspiration, as Swift has spoken of her love for Game of Thrones and her character specifically.) Taylor herself could also represent the widow, her music and masters as her love lost, and the men behind the crime as the “town that cast her out.” In the first verse she sings, “What do you sing on your drive home? / Do you see my face in the neighbor’s lawn? / Does she smile, or does she mouth ‘fuck you forever’?” It’s the first f-bomb of Taylor’s career (though a much more playful one will come two tracks later in “betty”) and it speaks volume. Taylor has received a lot of condemnation for expressing her anger at their transaction, for calling out their greed for what it is. Some view Swift’s stance on the ordeal as petty and trivial; they see the men as orchestrating a good business deal, and Swift as the girl throwing a tantrum. Ask any woman, and they can tell you about a time a man told them they were crazy for being justifiably angry; it only makes us angrier. “No one likes a mad woman,” Taylor states, “You made her like that.” Swift underscores that here, how they will poke and poke the bear but then blame it for attacking, as if they had never provoked it at all, and how dare it defend itself. Just as they blamed Rebekah for her husband’s heart giving out, they somehow manage to blame Swift for not being allowed to purchase the rights to her own work. And yes, she’s mad, but the song is measured and controlled; she’s used to her anger now, and knows just how to wield it. Best lyric: “Women like hunting witches, too / doing your dirtiest work for you / It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.”

13. epiphany This is another track Swift provided some background on, stating it was inspired by her “grandfather, Dean, landing at Guadalcanal in 1942” during WWII. The first verse paints this image, while the second verse depicts a different kind of war, happening right now, fought by doctors and nurses. She speaks of holding hands through plastic, and the escape folklore has granted you suddenly lifts. Watching someone’s daughter, or mother, or anyone suffer at the hands of the COVID-19 pandemic, just as watching a soldier bleed out, helpless, is too much to speak about. As she points out, they don’t teach you about that vicarious trauma in med school. We are living in a tireless world with barely any time time to rest our eyes, but too much going on while we’re awake to make sense of any of it. “epiphany” is a cinematic prayer, pleading for some quiet in order to find an answer in all the noise. We’re still waiting for that glimpse of relief. Best lyric: “Only twenty minutes to sleep / but you dream of some epiphany / Just one single glimpse of relief / to make some sense of what you’ve seen.”

14. betty (teenage love triangle, part 3: james’s perspective) It makes sense that a song reminiscent of Fearless would exemplify some of the best story-telling on folklore. The final puzzle piece of the teen love triangle, “betty” is a song sung by Swift from the perspective of the character of her own creation, James, attempting to win back his true love, Betty, who he slighted in some way. He proclaims that the worst thing he ever did is what he did to her, without explicitly stating it. Though the infamous deed is unclear, here’s the information we collect from this song: James saw Betty dancing with another boy at a school dance, one day when he was walking home another girl (from “august”) picked him up and he ended up spending his summer with her yet still loved Betty, and though he ended things with his fling and wanted to reconcile with Betty, he had returned to school to see she switched her homeroom (James assumes, after saying he won’t make assumptions. Classic men). So in order to make it up to her, he shows up at her party with the risk of being told to go fuck himself (the second and charming “fuck” on the album! Which is repeated!). Upon his arrival, there is a glorious key change (ala “Love Story”) and all the pieces fall into place for the listener; we realize Betty is the girl singing in “cardigan” as he lists the things he misses about her since the thrill expired, like the way she looks standing in her cardigan, and kissing in his car. He’s 17 and doesn’t know anything, but she knew everything when she was young, and she knew he’d come back. The way I see their story conclude is that she led him to the garden and trusted him, but as they grew older they grew apart, but the love she had for him never faded completely. Listening to this song is like being back in high school, whether you were the person who did someone wrong or the person so willing to forgive in the name of young love, or Inez, the school gossip, you’re right there with them. The other great thing about this song is that it is sung to a girl, and though it is set up so we understand it is most likely from a boy’s perspective, it doesn’t have to be. It’s really great that girls in the LGBTQ community can have a song in Taylor’s voice to fully connect to without changing the pronouns or names (even James, which is unisex and is one of the names of the daughters of Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, Taylor’s close friends, mentioned in this song). That is the beauty of folklore: the infinite ways a story can be told, perceived, retold from a different perspective, and told again. Maybe you’ll hear it from Inez. Best lyric: “But if I just showed up at your party / would you have me? Would you want me? / Would you tell me to go fuck myself, or lead me to the garden?”

15. peace One of the most beautifully solemn songs of her career, “peace” echoes the same fears explored in “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” from reputation; will the person she loves be able to weather the ever-present storm that comes with the life of a superstar, but also dwells within herself? Will holding him as the water rushes in be enough? Will giving him her wild, a child, her sunshine, her best, be a fair consolation? Presumably another confessional track and about Alwyn, Swift puts him up on a pedestal, praising his integrity and his dare to dream. She proclaims that she would die for him in secret, just as she told him she’d be on her tallest tip toes, spinning in her highest heels, shining just for him in “mirrorball.” She highlights some of the greatest gifts of love, such as comfortable silence and chosen family. She knows what they have is special, but she also knows the value of peace, the ultimate nirvana, and does not want to deprive him of that. It is so deeply relatable- to me, at least- to feel like you can give someone so much of yourself but know it still may never be enough, and to fear either losing them or robbing them of something better. But looking at what they have together, maybe peace is overrated. Or maybe, she’s looking for peace in the wrong places. The calm is in the eye of the storm, and sometimes, there’s nothing more freeing than throwing away the umbrella and soaking in the rain. Best lyric: “I never had the courage of my convictions / as long as danger is near / and it’s just around the corner, darling / ‘cause it lives in me / no, I could never give you peace.”

16. hoax The truest enigma of the album, the closer, “hoax” is a devastatingly dark ballad about the uncertainty, or perhaps incredulity, of someone’s love for you, a love that is your lifeline. The lyrics are ambiguous, which gives way to a plethora of interpretations. Perhaps she is speaking about a hypothetical situation that has yet to happen (and hopefully doesn’t) in which someone she loves and trusts betrays her. Maybe she is talking about a relationship, real (hopefully not) or fictional, in which despite the torment it brings her she holds onto it for dear life. I’m most inclined to believe that the song represents her difficulty in accepting that someone is willing to love her through such dark periods, that their love must actually be a hoax, but she chooses to believe in it anyway and uses it as the motivation to rebuild her kingdom, to rise from the ashes on her barren land. And even through the downs that come at some point in every relationship, she can still see the beauty in it all. Yes, their love is golden, but waves of blue will crash down around any partnership, because life does not exist without them. So even when things are as blue as can be, she’s at least grateful it’s with him. Best lyric: “Don’t want no other shade of blue but you / no other sadness in the world would do.”

Although we still have yet to hear the deluxe track, “the lakes,” as a fan of Taylor for almost 12 years, it feels so obvious that this is her strongest work yet. The storytelling I fell in love with on Fearless as a teenager (which, much like folklore, was highly inspired by imaginary situations and real emotions) is even sharper now as we have both grown into adults. The music on this album might not be everyone’s speed, and that’s okay. But it allowed Taylor to dip back into what made Fearless such a success: using pieces of her own truth and the whims of her imagination to develop a multi-faceted narrative that becomes universal. During her Tiny Desk concert, before performing “Death By A Thousand Cuts” from Lover, Swift explained the anxiety she felt around the possibility of stunted creativity when people would ask her what she would write about once she was happy. Taylor has released an abundance of beautiful, fun, complex love songs since the start of her relationship almost four years ago now. But “Death By A Thousand Cuts,” which is a fan favorite, helped her prove to herself that she can still write a killer breakup song while being in a happy, fulfilling relationship; the song was the last track written for Lover and was inspired by the film Something Great on Netflix. And so it makes perfect sense that Taylor used folklore to continue exploring this new avenue for songwriting. All of her discography and all of her life experiences have culminated to the folklore moment: as all the best artists do, she will never stop finding inspiration in hidden corners of this dark, mystical, wondrous universe, and falling in love with new ways to share those wonders. And that love will be passed on.

DISCLAIMER - REVIEWER’S BIAS: I love Taylor Swift more than any person in my life, yes including my parents, they are aware and have accepted this fact long ago ❤️

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butterfliesinthenightsky · 3 years

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hi sweetheart !! may i please req an ateez and bts personality ship ?? my description was SUPER long (I GOT CARRIED AWAY </3) so you can cut my request at the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance <3

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark near the inside of my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with but i love cancers and virgos <33) ! i’m also an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy/quiet when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a goofy (heavy on the goofy im never not laughing) bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up. also, lots of people say i’m mature and carry myself well, but around my friends i’m one of the most goofiest people ever (probably bc my face will literally be 😐 one sec and then 🥰 the next second when someone makes me laugh <3)

tysm in advance!!! Have an amazing day/afternoon/evening!

@anpanseok DARLING! I hope you love your ship <3 I'm actually really proud of this one, you'll have to let me know what you think! <3

In ATEEZ, I ship you with one and only demon San!

(I thought you'd like that gif ;) )

Okay, when you were describing all of the things that you would want in the relationship, I thought of San due to how clingy and affectionate he is with the other members of ATEEZ. He is a Cancer, which is good because that is one of the star signs that are compatible with yours. I don't believe that the age difference of four years would be that much of an issue, especially since San acts younger than he is most of the time anyway. I feel like most men are intimidated when their female significant other is tall themselves, but he is tall himself and I feel like the fact that you are taller is kind of one of his favorite things about you? One of his other favorite things about you are your curves, he always puts his hand on your thighs during movie night at the boys' dorm or in the back pocket of your jeans when you two are walking into KQ Entertainment together. When you wear dresses when all of you go out to fancy dinners together, he has to hold himself back because he ADORES you when you wear dresses! You said you're am ambivert, I feel like he relates to that in some form of way, like I feel like there are certain situations where he feels a bit more introverted about. Sometimes Hongjoong has to scold him because he texts you so much, but he can't stay mad at you when you pop into the building with their favorite Starbucks drinks and hand-made lunch boxes for them. Just as you always support his creative endeavors, he always returns it for you tenfold and when you are talking about issues you care deeply about, he gives you his full attention and stares at you lovingly. Not just San, but all of the boys, come to you whenever they are dealing with stress and they just want someone to talk to because you are so amazing at giving advice and supporting them. There was a time when a sasaeng approached you, San, Wooyoung and Jongho when you were doing some late night grocery shopping when another ATINY stopped her, causing an argument and nasty words to be exchanged. Let's just say, you shut that sasaeng down REAL quick when you heard some of the things she said. One day you woke up and found a present that San made for you, a mixtape of all of your favorite songs from all your favorite genres of music, along with a little keychain that had tokens of all of the states you had visited. He wholeheartedly loves you and he makes every effort to support all of your dreams. When he has days off from work, the two of you make a blanket fort in your living room and watch old episodes of Forensic Files and Law & Order: SVU, whilst surrounded by fluffy blankets and a couple of his favorite plushies. His life an idol doesn't afford him much down time, unfortunately, but he always makes time for you and you always have the craziest adventures with not only each other, but all of the other boys as well. Squishy San will want all of the cuddles, have you SEEN how affectionate he is with the other members?! Also, him in all black outfits.... YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. One day he was visiting your apartment and he surprised you with matching beaded pearl bracelets and he never takes it off, not even for performances. The boys don't really think nothing of walking into the bathroom to brush their teeth whilst one of the others is showering, that just comes with their busy schedules and their dorm life. Let's just say this: Mingi wasn't able to look you in the eyes for two weeks because he did just that, not realize that you had snuck in and stayed the night, and were currently going to the bathroom whilst San was in the shower. Your camera roll is not only filled with silly pictures of San that you've captured, but of the most magazine worthy, model pictures you have ever been lucky enough to take. He accepts you for all of your flaws, and helps you to try to work on them, however that may be and you do the same for him.

In summary: You both are simps for each other and I AM HERE FOR IT.

In BTS, I ship you with Namjoon!

Another tall boy for you, I got you! You both are Virgos, but I looked it up worried that two Virgos would clash, and it said that they would be very intuitive with each other and would understand each other! The age gap is quite large, I don't know how okay you are with that? I know everyone has different preferences. He approached you first when he saw you at the mom & pop coffee shop/cafe around the corner from your apartment, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Another man who I don't think would be bothered by your curves (men can be shallow dicks), I think that is his favorite thing (same as San) about you. Not even in a sexual way, I feel like his hands would always end up on your butt without him even noticing. Most of the time, one of the other boys will point it out when all of you are hanging out together, and he will be proud that he has a significant other like you, but he almost might become a shy mess about it I feel like. I feel like he can get jealous, just because you are closest to Jungkook in the group and you often pull pranks on the other members together. There is never a shortage of laughs when all of you are together, pure crackhead energy if I've ever seen it, just non stop jokes and banter between all of you. You were able to get time off from work and were actually able to join them (their managers were surprisingly chill about you tagging along? CONFUSION?) on their tour around Europe and you had so many memories. You actually brought along a Polaroid camera that you found in a little store one day when the two of you were shopping, and you ended up having to buy an extra suitcase on the trip because you took LITERAL hundreds of pictures of all of your adventures and the tour shenanigans. He has childish tendencies, I feel like he would love to play Roblox with you? I feel like he would take a very mathematical approach to building things, that's just the vibe I get from him. He often stares at you when you're doing your makeup in the morning, he finds it fascinating and he even asked you to do his makeup for some of his shows. His makeup artists weren't angry, luckily, all of their staffs absolutely adore you two together. He is all up for adventures, I feel like he would chicken out at the idea of skydiving, though lol. You keep stealing his sweaters, which he low-key highkey is SO happy about because he loves the way that you look in them. The size difference is only three or four inches (I've seen people say he's 6 feet, but then others say he's 6 foot 2, WHICH IS IT?!), so it's pretty easy to sneak kisses from him whenever you want them when you're together. If he sees you struggling to stay awake whilst studying, he'll softly close your book and drag you over to your bed for a couple hours so you can take a quick nap to regain the energy. I don't really know his temperament that well, he has to be rather even-tempered to deal with those hooligans he calls the rest of BTS, so I feel like you wouldn't have that many fights. You both are always striving to help each other to be the best versions of each other you can be. You joined the boys on vacation at a lake house and one night you were having dinner and he blushed after you said something cheeky to him, causing you to say to him, "You look like a cute tomato when you blush, my cutie pie." in front of the other members. Needless to say, he turned even more red and the boys teased him mercilessly for the rest of the night. Don't know how the cooking would go (this boy is a DISASTER in the kitchen), but you would have fun learning new dishes. He would brag about getting a dish right, and you quickly praise him but also say, " and that's why you a big ass head.", causing him to die laughing. He is the very definition of a hard worker, and I feel like he would love being praised and doing the same for his significant other, so I'm glad that you said that you liked the words of affirmation love language, because GET READY. He's definitely been buffing up (I SCREAM WHENEVER I SEE PICTURES OF HIM NOWADAYS), so

his hugs would always be the best things, so warm and comforting. Don't know how you feel about children? We've all seen that VLive where this idiot literally bought baby shoes because he thought they were cute, so I think he would definitely want children down the road in your relationship if you were both comfortable with it. Best father and husband award goes to him.

In conclusion: SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMP. SIMPPPPPPPPPPPP.

#kpop ships #kpop submission #ateez #bts #choi san #kim namjoon #submission

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honey-makki · 4 years

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Characters: Yaku Morisuke X GN!Reader

Summary: When forever ceases to be just a word.

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: this was inspired by @sugaanoya who wrote a love letter for Oikawa’s birthday. I’ve known since then I wanted to do the same thing for Yaku. I just really love him ok, writing his was a birthday present to myself

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My sweet Yaku Morisuke,

Neither of us have ever been experts at placing our feelings into spoken words, always getting lost in a blush and becoming a stuttering mess as we catch the others eye. I guess I find it kind of endearing that even after all of these years together that our feelings are strong enough to make our heart skip a beat, butterflies in our stomach ever prevalent to the point of inhibiting our speech. I expected us to grow out of it, but the rush of excitement through my body, every inch of my skin burning under your loving gaze has been a consistent companion. Wildfire love becoming an almost tangible third figure in our relationship.

I guess that’s why I’m sitting at our kitchen table surrounded by balled up pieces of paper around me instead of cooking dinner. Writing out how I feel isn’t much easier but for a different reason. I’ve grown accustomed to the tinge of warmth on my face when attempting to declare my love. Without you here, without it here, something feels like it’s missing.

I put on that playlist you made for our one month anniversary, trying to fill the empty space surrounding me with the thrum of your favorite songs. Your love confessed in every beat, every rest, the swell and crescendo of the music becomes almost tangible. I don’t know if I ever told you, but this playlist never fails to put a smile on my face, even on my worst days, days you have away games and long practices.

Enough about me, I’m here to tell you how I feel about you. I’m sure you know from our lingering touches goodbye, the warm smiles being the first thing we see in the morning and last as we sleep. But, I wanted to tell you at least once, even if it's written out, how much I truly adore you.

It’s crazy to think that when I was younger I didn’t really believe in soulmates or place a lot of value in love, rather focusing on school and fostering deep friendships. People talking about “the one” sounded delusional, stealing a hallowed literary trope and trying to apply it to our degenerate mortal lives. Then, you caught my eye and when you mirrored my body language, looking just as nervous as I felt, everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the skeptic, an ardent zealot.

The whole world vanished when you walked towards me the first time. No sounds were able to permeate the moment, the rhythmic thud of your steps and our breathing, no, our heartbeats being the soundtrack to the beginning of our life. I don’t know if I fell in love with you then or if it was the second or third time I saw you, but I did know in that moment that you were important to my story and I needed to do anything to keep you in my life. By my side waiting for the instant that your role would be unveiled, manifested into some action or lesson.

I spent every moment I could with you, tutoring you for exams, walking to school, watching your practices. We became intimately acquainted with nothing more than the passage of time and a few “accidental” brushes against each other's hands. Neither of us had the courage or ability to quantify what we wanted into words.

How could I explain the joy I felt after reading the accomplishment in your chestnut eyes when you completed a difficult receive? The tensed shoulder muscles, veins popping down your arms trying to quell feelings of helplessness when you lose a set. How do I assure you that the weight of each point doesn’t weigh solely on your shoulders? I had no right to want to rush up there, wiping tears of inferiority away from your cheeks, whispering words of praise into your neck, but I did. It took every muscle in my body to stop myself.

When you found me in the stands, your number painted on my cheek, your sobs came out harder, followed by you mouthing to meet you outside the gym. I still don’t think I’ve ever run as fast as I did at that moment. It's a miracle I didn’t trip over anyone on the way there. Seeing you stopped me dead in my tracks. Even now I wonder what was going through your mind at that moment. I didn’t know how you were feeling but I did know that I wanted to help. Every fiber of my being wanted to comfort you, to stop the tears flowing down your cheeks, to quiet the choked sobs coming out of your chest.

I thought about us getting together a lot before that moment and I don’t think a single one of my dream scenarios involved you crying into my shoulder, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. That moment set the basis of true and honest love for this relationship we have now. It wasn’t saccharine words or material objects winning us over, it was the primal drive to protect and be protected by each other.

It was in that gym hallway holding you covered in both sweat and tears that I knew why you were in my life. You were teaching me what forever meant. It’s not a measure of time, no. It’s a place, its a person. It’s a safe haven from the surrounding world. It’s a place we can steal away to whenever we want, as long as we have each other, it’ll feel like we have forever.

I never doubted your love for me, you showed it in every way you knew how. Small thoughtful gifts when you return from trips, always either my favorite scents or color knowing that I favored those specific ones despite me never mentioning it. You must have picked up my preferences over the years spent together. That in itself was another act of love, paying close enough to me to figure out all my little tendencies.

Placing sweet kisses on my temples when I have a migraine after bringing me medicine and an ice pack. You know that the knowledge of you being with me is reassuring but I can’t handle your smoldering body heat during a spell, you settle for having a hand placed on my shoulder or your leg touching mine. I don’t think that I’ve ever thanked you for how considerate you are in those vulnerable moments. I guess I never knew how to find the words, not wanting to admit how weak I was and not make you nervous about doing it in the future.

I cherish every single interaction we have. Even the fights, when our loving flame explodes into a wildfire. Yeah, we’ve both said things that we regret, deep digs intentionally trying to rile the other up but we never went to bed without some sort of apology or starting to talk things out. We always slept in the same room, routine not singed by the arguments, knowing that we might be upset right now but that isn’t going to trump all the time we’ve spent together. Even when you’re away, you always facetime me before I go to bed if I’m angry, knowing that it's the best you can do to keep normalcy alive despite current conditions.

We’ve grown from those fights, a deeper understanding of each other and the intricacies of our love. I’ve learned that leaving the house without giving you a kiss goodbye puts a dour on your mood and amplifies any other problem. You are accustomed to always having some form of skinship, knowing that it grounds me and pulls me out of any bad thoughts.

I guess I’m writing this today, because you are going to change in the next few weeks. The Olympic games start soon and everything you’ve worked for is coming to fruition. I’ve been with you through so many stages of evolution. I can’t wait to see you after this one. I hope you win, but honestly it doesn't matter to me. No matter what, I’m gonna be waiting there when you get off the court. Ready to blaze through the next phase of this adventure we’ve created together.

Nice to meet you, future Morisuke. You’ll still be my forever.

With every word soaked in my eternal love,

Your firestorm.

Tags @lydzisanerd @roandtheroses @sugawara-sweetheart

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gretavanfleetposts · 3 years

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How’s it going? Please, can i also have a ship?~ I’m an Aries, I’m 5’-5’1ish. I have long wavy natural brown hair, hazel eyes. I’m of italian descent. I enjoy painting and dream of becoming a writer. I love flowers and I love music, from all genres, from all around the world and all time periods. Go-to songs would probably be anything Bob Dylan. I’m very much an introvert, painfully shy… so I usually keep company with extreme extroverts! A favorite book… I’ll have to say fight club cause that’s one that really stuck with me and I enjoyed the plot, writing style and the characters a lot. I like to watch documentaries. I only shop second hand, I love dresses or big t-shirt so that I can walk around bare legs and barefoot. I’m a worrier but I live that hippie/boho lifestyle xD I like other peoples pets, but I love kids and i’d rather have 10 babies then a pet of my own. I’m a super picky eater, but I prefer vegan dishes, I don’t eat takeout ever, only food I cook myself. I also make and mix my own herbal teas, I love liquorice candy. I don’t drink any alcohol or any pop/fizzydrinks. An ideal date would probably be something really simple, as long as there is vibe, I prefer someone who is not afraid or bothered by taking the lead.

thank you so much~

Hey there!

❤: First of all, you sound gorgeous and really down to earth. I can totally picture the hippie/boho lifestyle you're talking about and I love that. And you seem so artistic too! I love how many artsy people there are in this community. I appreciate the fact that you always cook too. I bet you're an amazing cook if for no other reason than the sheer amount of practice you've had!

Ship: Josh ☀

dBecause: I think you and Josh give off very similar vibes. Maybe he's way more talkative but his extrovertedness sounds perfect for you. He would love to cook with you and make tea with you. And I think he might even be on the same page about the babies too. I can see the two of you going thrifting together, each picking out pieces for the other to try on. He would be right there with you living that hippie/boho lifestyle.

Scenario:

For your first date, Josh had suggested the two of you go thrifting

He thought it was a great way to get to know someone. He was convinced that the items people picked out at a thrift store said a lot about who they were as a person

It was like a window into their mind and he was eager to get to know yours

He took you to his favorite thrift store

It was filled with vintage 70's pieces

Everything in the store just seemed so Josh

It was like he belonged there

He fit right in with the mannequins

The two of you browsed for a while

Occasionally one of you would hold up a rather absurd piece of clothing for the other to giggle at

After two hours of browsing, each of you had amassed an armful of clothing to try on

He insisted on a fashion show, wanting to see each individual piece you had tried on

There were a few colorful tops and many pairs of billowy pants, all of which you felt neutral about despite Josh seeming to love them all

Finally you got to the end of your try-on pile, a beautiful, long, floral boho dress

You slipped it on, admiring yourself for a moment in the mirror before pushing the door open once again to show Josh

He looked you up and down for a moment, speechless

It was the quietest he had been since the date had started

Maybe the quietest he had ever been

Finally he spoke

"You look amazing," he breathed out

You blushed at his compliment and how breathless he seemed at just the sight of you

You were definitely taking this one home with you

I hope you liked it! Thank you for the request!

-⭐

get shipped here!

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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Never Thought

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie

Author’s Note: So, I’m back with another installment of NSFW imagines for the couples from the Toddler Series! You do not need to have read the Toddler Series (or any of my other series, for that matter) in order to read this, since it’s a stand alone. Despite the current Second Pregnancy Series that I have ongoing right now, all 7 of these imagines are set before the members are expecting their second (or third, in Hobi’s case) child. I hope you guys enjoy them!

You held Yoongi’s hand as the two of you walked down the hallway in the hotel where the members’ rooms were, flanked by security guards and the other members and their wives. You all had just left the MAMA awards, where the members had a monumental night in that they won all four daesangs, in addition to five other awards.

“Yoongi hyung, make sure you get some rest tonight since we fly back tomorrow afternoon,” Namjoon spoke up as he gave both you and Yoongi a knowing look.

“Shut up,” Yoongi grumbled and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Don’t worry Joon, we’ll be good,” you promised with a smirk, making Namjoon shake his head. You and Yoongi then got to the door of your hotel room, bidding good night to the members and their staff before walking inside and shutting the door.

“I’m exhausted but I’m also starving,” Yoongi said as he flipped the lock on the door.

“Wanna order room service?” You asked him as you held your hand out to him, waiting for him to grab it to hold you steady before you took your heels off.

“Mm, I don’t know,” he shrugged noncommittally. Once both of your heels were off, you threw them off to the side before giving Yoongi a small smile.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, wanna join?” You wondered and Yoongi chuckled as he nodded.

“You go ahead though,” he told you as he reached down and patted your butt softly. “I’m gonna call my mom and check on Kins and then I’ll come join you.”

“You know that she’s probably asleep,” you chuckled. “But alright.” The two of you then went your separate ways in the room, you walking into the bathroom and Yoongi moving to sit down on the bed as you shut the bathroom door behind you.

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Yoongi never ended up joining you in the shower, which didn’t surprise you in the least since he had mentioned how tired he was so you figured that he had just fallen asleep after calling and checking on your daughter. Once you had dried off and changed into Yoongi’s BTS jersey, you stepped out of the bathroom ready to fight with your husband since you were almost certain that he had fallen asleep still dressed, but nothing could have compared you for what you saw.

Yoongi was sitting straight up in the bed, his back against the headboard and still fully dressed, but tears were streaming down his face and his entire face was damp. You quickly threw your dress on top of your suitcase before climbing onto the bed and crawling over to him, setting your hand on his shoulder.

“Yoongs? Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked him, alarmed to see your husband bawling the way that he was. He shook his head, and you were almost tempted to roll your eyes at his attempt to brush you off.

“Yoongi, what’s wrong?” You repeated. “Is it Kins? Is she ok?” He nodded immediately at that and you let out a sigh of relief that you didn’t even know you were holding in. You were still confused though, because you knew the only things that could bring Yoongi to tears like this was if something were to happen to either you or Kins but since the two of you were fine, you had no idea what it could be.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, setting your hands on his cheeks and gently lifting his face up, your heart breaking when you saw his red eyes and tears that just wouldn’t stop falling. “Talk to me baby.”

“I just,” he paused as his voice cracked and you stayed quiet until he trusted his voice enough to continue. “I just never thought my life would be like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bangtan won nine awards tonight, including all four daesangs. Just the other day, we won all of the daesangs at MMA,” he sighed. “That in and of itself is fucking unbelievable but when I called my mom to talk to Kins, she was awake and she said that she was proud of me. My three year old daughter is proud of me.”

“Oh Yoongs,” you sighed, moving onto his lap so that you were straddling him before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. It took a few seconds before he reacted but once he did, he wrapped his arms around your abdomen and buried his face into your neck as his sobs became harder again. The two of you stayed like that for quite a while, Yoongi’s sobs gradually becoming less wrecked as you gently scratched his scalp with your fingers that you had tangled in his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled suddenly and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you as you pulled back to look down at his face.

“We’ve been married for almost eight years now and you’re apologizing because I caught you crying?”

“I hate it though and you know that,” he muttered. “I literally have no reason to cry right now.”

“You can feel like that but I think I understand why you are crying though,” you said. “Remember how you cried after the AMAs?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it the same situation?” You guessed. “Are you feeling overwhelmed by the expectations that people may have now?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the majority of it though,” he said.

“Well, explain it to me then Yoongs,” you told him.

“All those years ago, when I first stated doing music, I never thought that I was gonna end up here eventually,” he sighed. “Hell, you know that just surviving was good for me for a while, but I never dared to hope that I’d end up with the life that I have now. I’m a member of a group that I love and we’re doing better than we ever thought that we would, I’m married to the woman of my dreams and we’re still as in love with each other as we were when we got married, and we have a gorgeous daughter who looks at me like I could take the moon out of the sky and hand it to her.”

“And you’re just now really sitting back and taking stock of all that,” you finished for him and he nodded, thankful that you knew what he meant and that he didn’t have to further explain. “That’s normal baby, especially given how fast everything has happened and how busy you and the members are these days.”

“I don’t want to seem unappreciative, but what the fuck did I do differently than any other person in my same situation to deserve all of this?” He wondered and you frowned, knowing exactly where your husband was going with that thought and you refused to let him get there.

“Yoongi, no,” you shushed him as you moved your hands out of his hair and brought them down to cup his cheeks again. “Don’t go there, please. You’re the greatest man I know and you’re more than deserving of every good thing that has happened to you so far.”

“Doesn’t really feel like it,” he murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to think of a way to convey to him just how amazing and needed he was. Your eyes widened a little when an idea finally popped into your head, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi.

“What?” He asked you.

“Will you let me show you how deserving you are?” You wondered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“How?” You didn’t respond verbally, instead ducking your head down and leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck. “Oh, like that,” he chuckled.

“You’re a lot more receptive during sex,” you murmured against his skin.

“Thanks for basically saying that I think with my dick.”

“Your words, not mine,” you giggled, lifting your head to look at him again. The two of you maintained eye contact as you lifted yourself up, your hands falling onto his belt buckle and undoing it. “Let me take care of you.”

“You always do,” he smiled softly and you couldn’t help but to do the same as you undid the button on his slacks, reaching inside and pulling his underwear down just enough for his hard cock to be freed. You then brought your hand up to your mouth, letting some spit from your mouth fall onto your fingertips before you reached down and rubbed your wet fingers over your slit.

“Let me do all the work, yeah?” You said as you sunk down onto his cock, the both of you letting out simultaneous groans at the feeling. Yoongi nodded and brought his hands up to rest on either side of your waist, maintaining eye contact with you as you started to move on top of him.

“So you say that you don’t know how you’re the one that made it this far,” you whispered to him, setting your hands on his cheeks again as you stared into his eyes. “But you’re a fucking genius Yoongs. I’ve never met or even heard of anybody who has music running through their veins the way that you do. It’s your natural born talent.”

“A lot of people have the same natural born talent,” he murmured back, his eyes fluttering closed for a minute as you lifted yourself all the way up so that the tip of his cock was inside of you before sinking back down.

“That’s another thing. You have the drive,” you continued. “You went through a lot of shit to get to where you are now, and I don’t need to recount any of it to you because you know.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening.

“And you always say that you don’t know what you did to deserve me, but baby I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you admitted, grinding on top of him and letting out a moan at the feeling. “Before I met you, I wasn’t concerned about finding someone that I wanted to marry or have my kids with. Hell, the thought of getting married and having kids actually annoyed me for a while.”

“You never told me that,” he muttered, lifting the jersey that you had on up and out of the way so that he could grab ahold of your breasts. You whimpered as he pinched your nipples in between two fingers, your head falling back in pleasure.

“I never said anything because it didn’t matter,” you replied. “Once I met you, I knew that you were the one that I wanted to marry and the only man I would want to have my future children with and I was right. You love me so fucking hard and I need that Yoongi. You’re amazing with Kins and that makes me love you so much more, which I didn’t even think was fucking possible.”

“Min,” he murmured with a small smile, his hands leaving your breasts to move down and cup your ass.

“And I fucking love it when you call me that,” you confessed in a rush, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Your thighs began to tremble and you knew that you were extremely close to coming. “It reminds me that I’m yours, which is all I’ve ever wanted to be ever since I met you in that nightclub.”

“And I’m sure the amazing orgasm that I gave you 30 minutes after that helped too,” He wondered with a smirk, making you laugh in spite of your tears and your orgasm that was surely creeping up on you.

“Well, I did always say that if I ever got married, I wanted to marry a man who could make me come,” you nodded.

“And do I?”

“Always, and you’re about to,” you announced.

“Me too baby,” he said. “Ride me a little faster.” You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, using that as leverage to lift yourself up and down faster. The orgasm that had been sneaking up on you approached faster and faster until it hit you suddenly, making you let out an extremely loud moan into Yoongi’s ear as you came on his cock.

“Fuck Yoongs,” you whimpered and Yoongi let out a guttural moan as he gripped the cheeks of your ass harder.

“I’m about to come,” he whispered and you lifted your head in order to look at him.

“Fill me up Yoongs,” you told him. “I’m yours, all yours.”

“Promise?” He murmured and you nodded, your tears starting up again at the vulnerable look on his face.

“I promise, always,” you swore, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his, kissing him passionately. He groaned against your lips as his cum flooded into you and you hummed in response. Once you thought that he was done coming, you stopped moving your hips and pulled away from his lips, bringing your hands up to wipe away his tears that had fallen.

“Thank you,” he whispered after about a minute of silence.

“I’m your wife, I’m always gonna be here for you,” you told him.

“I know.”

“Me and Kinsley, as well as the members and your family, all love you so much,” you whispered. “Our lives wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t have you.”

“Ditto Min. I love you so much baby,” he replied.

“I love you too Min Yoongi,” you smiled, leaning forward and kissing him again. After a few seconds, the two of you pulled away and Yoongi sighed harshly.

“God, all of this fucking and crying has made me even hungrier,” he chuckled. “Wanna order room service?”

“Oh fuck yes,” you nodded, lifting yourself up and off of his cock before rolling over to the other side of the bed, grabbing the phone off of the bedside table and dialing the number for room service. Yoongi just silently watched you the entire time, extremely thankful to have met his soulmate in you.

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fyexo · 4 years

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200806 LAY's Track-by-Track Breakdown of New Album, 'Lit'

As I continue in my music career, I've wanted to challenge myself more and think about what this new album means to me as an artist. I've realized that I wanted to create something that told my life's story, but also mixed in and talked about the complex things of life. I also wanted to stay true to my culture and show how diverse M-Pop is through combining and mixing different sounds and vibes. M-Pop is a movement that I hope to grow as more people participate in improving it. Many people aren't familiar with M-Pop yet, but my definition of M-pop is songs that mix Mandarin and English or other languages into the lyrics — while putting together ancient elements like legends and folktales with contemporary topics. In my life and career, I've explored all different types of music from traditional Chinese music, to K-Pop, to J-Pop, to R&B and more. Learning and performing all these different genres inspired me to try to bring the world closer through music and promote a message of peace and love with no boundaries. I want to make beautiful fusions and showcase Chinese culture to the world to let them know we have great artists and that we are about peace, love and respecting all cultures. This album is a mixture of hip-hop, reggaeton and trap with a blend of Chinese and modern influences. It features the "Changsha" dialect of my hometown. We included Beijing opera elements, as well as Chinese instruments like percussion, Hulusi (gourd flute) and guzheng (zither). I'd like to express and showcase Chinese culture to the world and make a way for other Chinese artists to follow suit. I like to reimagine myself as the reincarnation of Xiang Yu, and if I was him in my past life then I have to use all my strength in this life to change my fate. With each song on Lit, I hope to show how these deep feelings can be presented through the cultural fusion that is M-Pop. "Lit" I wrote this song for those who have been made fun of or belittled because of their dreams, including myself. I believe that everyone has their own guardian spirit and in the music video, the dragon represents my aspirations. So, I truly think that if you have something you want to go after, you should definitely go for it because even though you don't become a "dragon," at least you know what it takes. "Jade" When I was working on the song with Murda Beatz, I had a Hulusi [gourd flute] and just thought about adding it to the beat. We wanted to make the song about a woman and that's when I thought about naming the song "Jade." You know how other countries have diamonds? In Chinese culture, we have jades instead. This got me thinking about the story of Xiang Yu and his love, Concubine Yu, which I added verses from "Peking Opera" Farewell My Concubine, to tell their tragic story. "Eagle" In China, there are two rulers of the sky: The sun and the eagle. So, in the lyric where I sing, "When it's just me and the sun up the sky/ there's nowhere for those sly hares to hide," I'm thinking about Xiang Yu at his peak dominating; feeling undefeated and full of ambition. "H2O" I had this sudden idea that I wanted to create something really different, so I added a couple of Chinese instruments to the mix such as the guzheng [Chinese zither], traditional percussion and Hulusi. I swapped out the drum track I made in the original demo for this song with the new one I made and added a few changes. "Fly" We put a few sample Chinese percussion sounds into a keyboard, added a bunch of reverbs and some effects to create a whole new feel. When you do that, it creates new percussion sounds. This is about letting go and being in a free state because all I can do is fly. "Soul" This is the last song of the first half of the album that transitions into the next song, "Changsha." After reincarnating, you come back to Changsha (my hometown where I was born) as a child and reborn again after meeting your mother. The song is quite spiritual and is different from the others. Even without a topline over it, I really liked it a lot when I first heard the beat. "Changsha" I received the honor of collaborating with Grammy-winning producer Scott Storch on the track's composition and arrangement. The lyrics were written by my friends Kungfu-Pen from my hometown, PISSY from Chengdu, and myself. We chose to write in Mandarin and in the Changsha dialect since it is about my hometown, and also added some English. To open up the composition, there is a really light melody in the Chinese flute. This song, out of all of the songs in the album, is probably the most driving song that became a huge motivator for me. This is why I wanted it to be the lead single for the second part of the album as it's very special to me. "Mama" I would call this song M-Pop since there are lots of traditional instruments that have a very Chinese, pan-Asian influence. My mother is from Changsha where there is the Xiang River and, to me, flutes represent flowing water. This song is based on the culture of Chinese families with the upbringing of their children, and their love for them. This is the initial theme I went for in this song. In the end where I sing in English, "Let me fly, fly away," this sums up how Chinese parents may want to protect their kids, but this also stops them from dreaming. "Boom" The core of this song has a very Latin and reggaeton vibe, and I wanted it to be a pre-single for the second part of the album to show the versatility in my music. Unfortunately, I do not know any Latin artists and wished I could have added some Spanish lyrics to it. When I get the chance, I hope to learn Spanish so I can make M-Pop more diverse to bring all fans closer together through this music. "Call My Name" I wanted to make this song really interesting where it's kind of like a R&B song that has hip-hop in it and puts together Chinese and English lyrics. Then for the theme, it's a call for love — let's say you like someone, but you can't be together with that someone due to circumstances. "Late Night" I'm talking about my fights with self-doubt and complicated feelings of not knowing whether or not I am on the right path. I'm currently in the process of achieving my goals, dreams and ideals, but I feel like I'm also losing my way. Stylistically, I still define this song as M-Pop. But I also wanted to blend different elements of EDM, R&B,and hip-hop. This is something that will keep maturing within myself when making music. "Wish" This is about unspoken love, but it's also a very sad story. It's like even though the text you've edited over and over again was never sent to the person you love, you know what's going to happen if you do actually send it, so you just accept how it is. What is this wish for? Well, it's for none of this to come true, that you never told that person via text, "I love you."

Lay Zhang @ Paper Magazine

#exo #lay #t: interview #album: lit

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kaluawoo · 4 years

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OC Character Ask

Tagged by @nyanberri! I have too many OCs to choose from so I’ll uhhh just take Lexy/Lexie/Lexi I guess bc she’s my KH OC and I’ve met you through KH. and bc I need to flesh her out more Putting it under a cut for length and some KH spoilers until like KH3-ish

Tagging @silverfeathers to do it too :3

1. Do they have a morning routine that they do to get ready for the day? What about a night routine?

Aside from the standard get dressed, brush teeth, etc, not really.

2. Is there anything specific that they need before they go to bed? A night light? Warm milk? Maybe a story?

She didn’t before, but after she and her family got attacked by Shadows, she started writing a journal each night, and some nights she needs a night light.

3. Do they have a skin care routine? If so is it long or short?

Not really skin care, but she’s tried out a lot of scar creams. I’d put more info but all google gives me is “How to get rid of scars” and not “How to make sure they don’t feel uncomfortable”

4. Do they like tight clothes or loose clothes?

Either is fine as long as it’s colorful, she’s basically a walking rainbow.

5. What is their favorite color?

Do you have to make her choose...? I guess if she has to, she likes dark blue, the sky just after sunset. Or the red of Axel’s hair and the black of his coat

6. What kind of stuff do they dream about? What do they have nightmares about?

Most of her dreams are those weird dreams that make you go “????” but when you think a bit you can easily decipher which happenings during the day caused what part of the dream. Nightmares, though, usually have to do with her or people she cares about getting cornered by a hulking black mass with piercing yellow eyes.

7. Do they have any special talents? Singing? Dancing? Playing an instrument?

Well it’s definitely not playing poker, Lexi can’t do a pokerface to save her life lmao. She’s gotten a little bit of training with different weapons, but not much, like, Sora’s experience with wooden swords was probably better than what she can do at the start of her journey.

8. Are they active? If so what do they do? Workout? Play a sport?

She’s gotten Axel, Demyx, Roxas, and Xion to teach her a little bit of fighting cringe is dead my OC is friends with half the Org deal with it but not a lot tbh, especially since it’s several different fighting styles that she now knows the basics in, but none she’s actually good at.

9. What is something that they are really passionate about?

“Listen Nobodies DO have emotions, I HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THEM FOR AGES, EVEN THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT because they’re all IDIOTS, but trust me I know that!”

10. Do they ever have a self care or 'me’ day? If so, what do they do?

Lexy is a total extrovert and loves company, so a “me” day usually still involves hanging out with other people. Maybe if she really just wants to relax, hanging out with Demyx specifically and listen to him play the sitar.

11. What’s something they’re secretly really insecure about? Is it something physical or maybe something related to who they are or what they identify as?

Her non-existent fighting skills. Lexie kinda-sorta joins Sora’s group for the timeline of KH2, and she tries but especially at the start she’s just... Not good at it. And if she faces Shadow Heartless she has almost no chance because she tends to freeze up then. She does get better at fighting over time though.

12. Have they ever dated? If so, how did their last relationship end?

She’s probably had a few dates as a teen, maybe a partner, but nothing too serious. She’s (with almost no success) trying to hide that she’s got a crush on Axel/Lea, and they finally get together around DDD.

13. Do they care about quality or quantity with their work?

When it’s for friends, quality, otherwise she’s kinda just “eh, good enough” for stuff.

14. What is their favorite scent?

The smell of a campfire. Heat in general is nice (hot water smells different than cold water I swear), but campfires especially.

15. What is their favorite genre of music?

Lexi’s fine with whatever tbh, but it varies a bit on her mood. If she’s stressed or just wants to chill, she’s taken a liking to sitar music, otherwise she really likes pop.

16. What do they usually have for a midnight snack?

Nothing, usually.

17. Have they ever snapped because of what someone said or did to them? If so what happened? Do they regret it and did they apologize?

Theoretically that scene isn’t written yet, buuuut. Lexie’s best friend is Demyx. Sora is not exactly sad about killing her best friend. I’d say it’s pretty damn understandable for Lexie to get pissed off in that situation. She’s very emotional in general so probably snapped at people in general when it came to the topic of Nobodies; sometimes she’d apologize, but not always.

18. Do they have any kind of medical condition? If so what? Asthma, kidney disease, etc.

Well I’m pretty sure having her parents and almost herself killed in a Heartless attack could’ve caused PTSD, so I need to do some research on that before writing more with her.

19. Have they ever had a panic attack? If so, what caused it and how were they able to calm down?

Well, I’m pretty sure seeing the monsters who killed your parents and seeing your friends and crush killed in front of you can cause those - The Shadows moreso directly, while the friends/crush stuff usually needed a while to really hit. Like, so much happening it once, that a few hours or days afterwards it hits her all at once and she just. Curls up somewhere.

20. What are they genuinely afraid of?

Shadow Heartless, and losing people she cares about (yeah she’s gonna suffer). As for the Shadows, she knows there’s stronger and more dangerous Heartless around, but the Shadows scare her the most.

21. How organized are their living spaces? Do they keep things clean or are they disorganized?

“Damn girl you live like that?” Her room’s chaos, but somehow she always knows where stuff is.

22. If they ever had a YouTube channel, what would they make videos about?

Pretty scenery videos around Twilight Town. The view from the clock tower, pretty places in the woods around the city, etc.

23. Do they have a birthmark or any scars? If so how do they feel about them and how did they get their scars?

Lexi’s pretty much covered in scars. Her family wanted to get out of Twilight Town when the Heartless started becoming more and more, but didn’t make it all the way to the train station - Lexy’s parents got killed in the attack, and Lexy almost died. Her little sister is the only one who got away without physical damage.

24. Are they the type to start or finish fights?

Hm... Neither and both. Lexi can get worked up quickly, so arguments with her might get heated, but she usually wouldn’t start an actual fight, especially since she calms down pretty quickly, her emotions burn hot and bright but not long.

25. Do they like cuddling? If so are they a big spoon or a little spoon?

Yes.

26. Do they prefer baths or showers?

Baths, though she usually takes showers because it’s quicker.

27. How do they sleep? Do they stay in one position all night or do they toss and turn? Do they snore or talk in their sleep?

Lexi sometimes mumbles in her sleep, and she moves around a lot. That’s how you can tell she has a nightmare: She moves almost not al all when she has one.

28. How touch starved are they? Would they like a hug right now?

Technically not touch starved, but yes, she’d love a hug.

29. What are their favorite kinds of foods? Sweets, sour foods, salty, etc?

She likes all of them on occasion, but she’s especially fond of spicy food and all kinds of curry.

30. Do they still have anything from their childhood? If so what and why? A stuffed animal, a piece of jewelry, a book, etc?

She’s got a stuffed animal that belonged to her little sister, and a few of her own. Other than that a few trinkets that were gifts from friends, but most of them are too recent to be called “from her childhood”.

#Tag game #My OCs #Lexy (KH)

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betweenthetimeandsound · 3 years

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#160-151)

(Author's note: Sorry about it being a couple of days late--I wanted to rest a bit--which I will do again because we hit the top 150--and had to download quite a bit for the gifs. Please enjoy this bunch, though!)

#160: Dihaj -- Skeletons (Azerbaijan 2017)

“When we hook up it’s fantasy We’re just like alchemy I’ve never been so ready”

I completely neglected Skeletons during the contest, as I didn't listen to it beforehand and didn't watch songs 12-17 when watching the grand final live. Along with "Grab the Moment" that year, it sandwiched a horrendous stretch of songs in #13-16.

Despite this, I listened to it a lot afterwards. It’s equal parts intriguing and mysterious, especially with the almost-nonsensical lyrics with interesting images. I always imagined a concept film in which the main character meets a potential love interest in a night club, only to go too far and almost kill him.

The atmosphere the staging created was a bit strange, in that it incorporates masks and a world inside a school chalkboard. For each of these aspects, Skeletons is my favorite Azeri entry ever—it stands out in a unique way because of its eccentricity.

Personal ranking: 5th/42 Actual ranking: 14th/26 GF in Kyiv

#159: Tommy Seebach -- Disco Tango (Denmark 1979)

“Hun er en stjerne på et dansegulv Slår John Travolta i en rock ‘n’ roll På diskoteket ta’r hun kegler, og der ka’ man se Dem stå i kø og skæve, hver gang hun gør sin entré”

“She’s a star on a dance floor Beats John Travolta in a rock ‘n’ roll At the disco she’s scoring, and there you see Them queue up with an eye on her, every time she enters”

Disco and tango are two genres you don’t expect to work together, despite them being so fun to dance to. Despite this, Tommy Seebach makes it sound natural. There’s a bit of adjustment needed when listening to it, but it’s equally flirty and groovy all at once, as one gets to know the many quirks of the song.

The live performance definitely elevates it--not only with Debbie Cameron's enthusiasm (she would come back two years later with Tommy in a bigger part), but also because of the orchestration. The mix with strings and castanets in the chorus was definitely the best part and gets me shaking.

It’s different for Denmark, but definitely a song you should put in a disco (*clap clap*) from time to time!

Personal ranking: 3rd/19 Actual ranking: 6th/19 in Jerusalem

#158: Poli Genova -- If Love (Were) a Crime (Bulgaria 2016)

“Unafraid, never fade When it’s dark we illuminate”

Bulgaria’s comeback after a two-year hiatus sees them with a hyper energetic pop song with an uplifting message. While it seems like a simple one at first, the diverse Eurovision community can embrace it for its openness and determination. The great production upholds this gem, and the lighting on stage adds to it, especially in the end.

Poli definitely makes this song come to life with her vocals and her upbeat personality, making it shine even more! (And I did like her costume--not something for everyday-wear, but definitely one fitting the song and a bit avant--garde too). Compared to her first entry, which fights against those who put her down in a pop-rock way, she delivers with fun.

And they got their first qualification in nine years and a start to a nice run of entries as a result.

Personal ranking: 5th/42 Actual ranking: 4th/42 GF in Stockholm

#157: Athena -- For Real (Turkey 2004)

“All I know is you don’t want to be part of the crowd Realise yourself You say it but don’t feel it, what you sayin’ has no meanin’ Don’t hide your soul”

For their host entry, Turkey brings upon Athena, a ska-punk (and former metalcore) band with this bouncy song. And it’s such a great one—filled with energy and fun. A bit different from what we expect from Turkey, but it shows what their music industry could bring.

It's lively and fun, with Gokhan leading the charge with his presence. At times, he shouts more than he sings and it seems like he didn't dress up for a more formal event. That said, there's still a lot of charm in "For Real's" performance, ranging from the sharks in the background to the "Hi mom!" and the peace jacket. It comes along in an eccentric package, and makes for a solid predecessor to their rock-based entries four years later.

And it definitely hints at being oneself, which celebrates individuality in a fun way.

(Plus, that's the reason why my top three in 2004 isn't the actual top three. Haha)

Personal ranking: 3rd/36 Actual ranking: 4th/24 in Istanbul

#156: Katarína Hasprová - Modlitba (Slovakia 1998)

“Láska kráčam údolím sĺz A len ty môžeš zmierniť môj žiaľ Túžim sa dotknúť tvojich pier, tvojich rúk Prosím vráť sa mi, nevzdaj sa nás”

“Love, I am walking the valley of tears Only you can get me out of misery I long to touch your hands, your lips Please, come back, do not give up”

A comment on the interwebs suggested anybody who has Horehronie as their favorite Slovak entry has never listened to this. I could understand why people would gravitate towards the former, but this stands out more for me (and not just because of the religious title).

The introduction reminds me of “Kiss From a Rose”, which here, is less meant to be about plagiarism and more about the 1990s feel of it. Musically, it takes the same medieval elements from other 1990s entries, but it tells a different story, one about trying to fix a relationship on the rocks. It builds well, going from an otherwise delicate ballad to something more explosive when one gets into the chorus. The orchestration really helps it too!

Modlitba got six points from Croatia...and then nothing else. It's still a shame it did so poorly, but as a potential nul-pointer too? Sad.

Personal ranking: 4th/25 Actual ranking: 21st/25 in Birmingham

#155: Melovin -- Under the Ladder (Ukraine 2018)

“Nothing but your will sets you on fire Fire lasts forever...”

The song that inspired a fervor from Melovin’s fans, including me! While I’m not as enthusiastic as them, I still love this song—it's pulsating and intense, with quite interesting lyrics about getting up again(with some enunciation issues). There was a point where the song got a musical revamp, and I feared it would make the song worse, but fortunately it kept the whole thing intact with a few production changes.

Melovin proves he's a talented showman, and seeing the stairs go aflame made me smile (even though I preferred the effect more on his Vidbir performance; the flaming LEDs really helped there). Good thing the televote swooped in, because last place in the jury vote feels really wrong (though it could be because of said pronunciation).

Plus he has some good post-Eurovision songs—check them out! My favorite is З тобою, зі мною, і годі.

Personal ranking: 6th/43 Actual ranking: 17th/26 GF in Lisbon

#154: Joci Papai -- Origo (Hungary 2017)

“Be kell csuknod a szemed Úgy láthatsz meg engemet Hogy meghódítsd a szívem Ismerned kell lelkemet”

“You need to close your eyes So you can see me To conquer my heart You have to know my soul”

While Az en apam (#240) touches me more than Origo, one can’t deny this is the more creative song. It combines not only Romani influences, but also a dark pop foreground which allows them to shine.

In addition, the lyrics are absolutely masterful—they are rooted in Joci’s story and packs a punch in the message. It's tells of a relationship with someone who doesn't accept him for who he is (cursing her forever as a result), along with how Joci grew up and used music as a weapon for himself and his people. He's a compelling storyteller, and you can tell he sings it from the soul.

Combined with a compelling rap and a neat violin instrumental, you get a completely unique experience.

Personal ranking: 4th/42 Actual ranking: 8th/26 GF in Kyiv

#153: Blanche -- City Lights (Belgium 2017)

“All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand?”

Blanche had quite the journey in Eurovision--first her song gets released, and immediately becomes a contender. Then she has problems performing in shows and during rehearsals, at which the odds star dropping like flies. Then her semi-final performance was notably wobbly, but she still qualifies and places fourth.

Despite the staging errors (I would've personally have made the lighting gold rather than natural-colored), it was fully deserved and I think it was better than the eventual top three.

The vibe of this song reminds me of walking down the streets of Tokyo, because of the visuals involved. Everything is in a rush, but one's not sure There’s also tension, because of the dark electronic sound that dominates it. Despite Blanche’s nervousness on stage, it worked well with the song—it amplified the sensation of walking down a wire and wondering if the relationship will work. A startling entry from Belgium and one that really strikes at modernity.

Personal ranking: 3rd/42 Actual ranking: 4th/26 GF in Kyiv

#152: Frances Ruffelle -- We Will Be Free (Lonely Symphony) (United Kingdom 1994)

“Welcome to the land Where all our dreams are planned And fighting is a thing to do...”

The first of the UK’s attempts to modernize the contest in the 1990s, it’s a cool, funky song with interestingly-written lyrics. Someone compared the chorus to a protest slogan for social justice movement, but the rest of the song discusses a complex relationship. The opening lines are a highlight in particular, and everything flows fantastically.

A few bits of the live-performance went out of hand, like with the orchestration and Frances’ vocals, explained by how she was bopping up and down and was told that she needed to keep that down. As a result, she couldn't focus on her vocals and they turned out a bit sharp at times.

That said, she had a pretty dress and charming look about her. And while it placed in the top ten, I think it should've done better.

Personal ranking: 4th/25 Actual ranking: 10th/25 in Dublin

#151: Sebalter -- Hunter of Stars (Switzerland 2014)

"I state my heart has been well trained I’m gonna be your candidate I am the hunter and you are the prey Tonight I’m gonna eat you up"

This word-salad of a song makes it quite hard to choose a good lyric, as it has a bunch of nice lines but almost no meaning to them. Reading them again, it seems like one is trying to get his affections to like him, to no avail, unfortunately.

But beyond that, we get a fun and wholesome song, which features a prominent banjo and even a violin solo! From the opening melody I can't help but smile, or even whistle along at points (everytime the latter synchronizes, I feel a bit of accomplishment). It's a bit more folksy than what the contest oriented on the time (slickly produced pop with a bit of dubstep), which makes it even more special.

Finally, we have Sebalter himself, who really carries his own song! Not only is he quite good-looking, but also very charismatic and knows how to have a good time. While Swiss entries have become better known since then, you can't replicate Hunter of Stars; it's too special!

Personal ranking: 5th/37 Actual ranking: 13th/26 GF in Copenhagen

#eurovision song contest #esc 250 #esc top 250 #esc azerbaijan #esc denmark #esc bulgaria #esc turkey #esc slovakia #esc ukraine #esc hungary #esc belgium #esc united kingdom #esc switzerland #vintage eurovision #three minutes to eternity

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