#god every time. every time i listen to this song.

[memento-rory]

not sure why but I can’t stop thinking about small music artist reader dating Schlatt. like him subtly putting their music on playlists or on stream?? can’t stop thinking about it

-🍁 <3

STOP I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME

you and schlatt have been dating for a while, not really keeping it Super Private but not Advertising it either.

schlatt plays at least one of your songs every stream, and without fail, there’s at least a handful of people who go, “YOU KNOW / LIKE (Y/N)???” and he has to resist the urge to say, “yeah, and this song is about me.” instead he says, “yeah, her shit’s awesome. big fan.”

your album winds up on his favorite albums of all time playlist.

schlatt goes to all of your shows, and obviously people snap pics of him in the VIP section but most people think he’s just a superfan.

when your second album drops, he invites you onto chuckle sandwich for an album release chat / listening party, giving you a big platform to talk about your music.

you both decide to use this as an opportunity to tease the your mutual fans a little.

when a Particular Track comes up, ted says, “god, (y/n), that one is hornyyy.”

you just grin devilishly and say, “i wrote that one about schlatt.”

schlatt ragdolls, going fully limp and sliding out of his chair and onto the floor.

your mutual fans go crazy, still a little unsure if you’re dating or not.

it’s not until he shows up in one of your music videos, with candid clips of the two of you playing throughout as one of your pretty love songs plays over it that they all finally realize.

[lolitasturn]

chris x self piercer gf

𐙚 c. sturniolo x fem reader

synopsis : you give yourself an eyebrow piercing and chris is obsessed

warnings : mentions of needles / blood, fluff, no use of y/n, very rushed

a/n : was listening to this song whilst i wrote this

If only I could pay the bills with my love for you

We'd be the richest in the fuckin' room

Chris watches in awe as you focus deeply on the positioning of the marker as it gently dots your skin, setting a blue speck just above your eyebrow. You lean away from the mirror, closing your mouth as you analyse the spot, before deciding it’s good and going in to make the second mark just below your eyebrow.

You invited the triplets to your house for a sleepover, since your parents are out of town for some business thing. They left your older sister in charge of you but tonight she’s over at her boyfriend’s house. Of course the triplets agreed to come, they always do. And although you initially just invited Chris, neither of you minded that Nick overheard the conversation and invited himself and Matt. The pair of you have gotten used to it by now; Chris’s brothers often inviting themselves to what’s supposed to be one on one time between you and Chris. It’s happened since you and the youngest triplet started dating, and it’ll probably happen until one of you says something about it, but for now you don’t mind.

You’ve been thinking about piercing your eyebrow for a while now, but were apprehensive because there’s a high rejection and migration rate that comes with eyebrow piercings. After talking it over with Chris however, he had managed to convince you to do it. So, you brought a piercing kit off amazon and after sterilising all the needles you were ready to go.

Piercing yourself isn’t new; every piercing you have has been done by yourself. You’ve never done any of them alone though, always needing someone there even if they aren’t doing anything. Which is part of the reason why you invited Chris over tonight you also just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend. Chris has been there for many of your piercings, so you’d think he’d be used to seeing you do this, right?

Wrong. Every time you tell Chris you’re thinking of getting a new piercing he can’t help but encourage you. He just loves the whole process of it; getting to watch you pierce yourself, then seeing you with it. Every time you add new silver embellishments to your body he swears you get hotter (which he didn’t think was possible).

His eyes don’t leave you as you secure the clamp around the blue dots you previously made. You then take a sterilised needle and gently but quickly poke it through the centre of the clamp and into your skin. After removing the clamp you take a curved piece of jewellery and carefully thread it through the hole you just made. Screwing the ball on, you lean back from the mirror and smile as you admire the new ornaments that adorn your face.

Turning to face your boyfriend you immediately notice the love-struck look on his face. His blown out pupils telling you everything you need to know. “Can I have an alcohol wipe please baby,” you ask him, noticing he’s sitting right next to where you put them. “Mhm,” he hums, seemingly incapable of trusting his voice, as he passes you an unopened alcohol wipe. You tear the square open using your teeth and Chris’s breath lightly hitches as a light red hue takes over his face, his mind obviously going to dirtier places. You giggle slightly at his reaction and carefully dap at the piercing, using the wipe to clean up any blood and also to disinfect it.

“You done?” Nick asks from your bed behind where you and Chris sit. He didn’t want to see you piercing yourself, claiming ‘it’s too gross’ despite having multiple piercings himself. “Yep,” you smile, turning to proudly show off your new addition to Nick and Matt. “Oh my god that’s so cool,” Nick comments as he comes closer to you, getting a better look. “How long’s it gonna take to heal?” Matt questions, also coming closer to get a better look. “‘Bout two to three months,” you tell him as the two boys back away from looking.

“You like it, C?” you turn to your boyfriend. ‘C’ being somewhat of a nickname you developed for Chris before the two of you started dating. “Mhm, looks really good on you doll,” he nods, eyes examining your proud expression. You give him a gentle peck on his cheek as a thank you, but as you pull away you notice a glint of longing in his eyes. With a playful roll of your eyes you plant another kiss on his lips, rather than his cheek. “Gross,” Nick comments, eyes diverting back to his phone. “Can we please play Mario Kart now?” Matt asks, he’s been begging for the past hour. “Yes Matt, we can play Mario Kart now,” you roll your eyes, smirking as you get up from where you sat at your vanity. The triplets follow you into the living room where the Wii is already set up.

Sitting on the couch, Nick and Matt follow you which leaves no space for Chris. “C’mon, I’ll sit on your lap,” you offer, noticing his slight shift in mood. Immediately after you suggest that, Chris brightens back up again, sitting where you once were and pulling you down onto him. “Can we be a team?” he asks from behind you and who would you be to deny such an offer. “‘Course we can bub, only if we can be King Boo,” you tell him and with a playful groan he agrees.

You all finish the three laps, you and Chris coming first, obviously, Nick coming second and Matt coming close third. “That’s why we’re the dream team,” Chris smiles, high-fiveing you which made you laugh. “Okay, who wants pizza,” you ask rhetorically, looking at the three boys behind you. “Who doesn’t want pizza,” Nick speaks sarcastically. Just as you’re about to reply you feel Chris’s soft lips against the skin of your cheek, making you turn towards him. Giving him an inquisitive look, he just shrugs in response before kissing you on the lips. “You look so hot with that ma,” he tells you, referring to your new piercing. “Thank you, Chris,” you smile before placing one last kiss on his lips.

a/n 2 : lowk don’t fw the ending but whatevs

[sockatoothewafflebird]

over and over, i fuck myself over, and under and under, i do it again.

morning and evening, i felt i was grieving, until i said fuck you, and never again.

daytime or nighttime, i feel i'm on my time, but time is fickle, just like a friend.

and with my departure, from the pain i harbor, i feel i am sinking, and sailing to swim...

--

I'm worried about Ragatha.

She'd definitely be better off not looking at mirrors for a while. Even more so if she stopped reciting random depressing songs to her ceiling, for no other reason than to dig a deeper hole, to sink further down. I can hear her singing to herself every night, the same songs she plays on all her instruments. What a beautiful voice. How beautifully she plays. But, it's always so sad.

She keeps falling. Faster. Further. Her screams can't be heard anymore. And yet she never falters. How many miles - and what kind - of shit has she been through, to think this is okay? How long did it go on for, for her to think it's normal?

It's not healthy.

But she doesn't mind. Somehow. She'd break her own arms herself if it meant Zooble would stop losing their temper at her, if it meant Jax would stop terrorizing Gangle, if it meant Kinger could just remember the little things.

She's such a wonderful person. Amazing. An unstoppable ray of sunshine for anyone willing to look at her. She's the kindest person I've ever met. Even behind all that fog, she cares, maybe more than anyone. It's so sweet.

It's so easy to see she's hurting though. She hurts so much sometimes I can see her hide her tears, I can tell she deflects all the time.

If only she knew she didn't have to hide. If only she saw it. If only she knew she's more than a toy.

If only I could get through to her.

I guess I should've listened when Kaufmo said to never fall for a girl with baggage. Seeing her like this just hurts.

I hope she can figure it out. I try so hard to make sure she's doing alright, and she always insists I don't have to worry. And I can never hide how much it devastates me that she thinks I'd drop the subject so quickly, and just act like I don't care. I do care. I care so much I think i'll fucking die if she doesn't start seeing through my eyes once in a while.

God. This is the longest entry i've ever written. My hand hurts.

Goodnight, I guess. Here's to hoping.

---

my plan when i find a character i like (in no particular order):

this is how i feel about ragatha. in case you didn't notice. i love her as a character so much i just wanna put her under a damn microscope. the influence has influenced me and now i share the obsession with ragatha that mod bee from @ask-the-rag-dolly has been afflicted with.

pomni is such an observant character. and caring. and overall very smart. she can't pretend she doesn't notice all of ragatha's little lies and slip-ups.. and it eats away at her, knowing she can't do anything, knowing ragatha can't and won't accept help right now. ragatha needs to come to terms with it on her own. a therapist is what ragatha needs.

but in a video game? and in my au, in the middle of a broken world full of corporate greed and the cold, unforgiving whims of mother nature? if she found a therapist in either, it would be considered a once in a lifetime historical discovery. the school textbooks would have a chapter on it.

either way, something's up in the darkest depths of that cotton-filled brain of hers, and she's just built to think it doesn't matter. she's built to make sure everything stays nice and positive and okay. when we ALL see it's not. goddamnit ragatha i will make an oc that is a licensed therapist just so you can stop being such a sad wet dog and start practicing the art of self-partially-enjoy oh my god you sweet little door hinge

(song lyrics at the beginning are from over & over by rio romeo btw, theyre very cool pls check them out)

[anni-writes]

i’m getting a little nervous

Atsumu Miya x reader | Angst

Warnings: self indulgent angst, Atsumu a little shitty, post timeskip

Songfic based on Nerves by DPR IAN. Highly recommend listening the song or watching the mv

word count: 1270

23:02h

Hi, how you doing?

I heard you seem to be happy now

Never in a million years Atsumu though he would sob so hard for someone

He never antecipated that his shitty behavior would draw away someone he loved so deeply

Although, his brother antecipated.

Since forever, Osamu knew that the raw words, the lack of tact, the uncaring demeanor and the obnoxious narcisistic behaviour would tire you out eventually.

And he alerted Atsumu, just as he did in high school.

So is safe to say the last person he could reach now was Osamu.

He know better than to hear a painful “I warned you, dumbass” from him in this state.

Not when he was still so vulnerable from this afternoon.

_____

13:43h

It had been three months of radio silence after the fight, and Atsumu was hanging on the thin thread of hope that you would come back to him. Just as you always did.

He didn't see it coming. But he wished he did.

While scrolling through the meaningless registers of people's lives, waiting for his coach, he saw the airplane window picture on your Instagram story, alongside the news that you were moving to another country.

Another fucking country.

Just like that.

Out of reach.

The ball fell. On his side of the court. The referee blew the whistle announcing that it was officially his loss.

But he never loses, how can it be?

He could feel the rush of adrenaline increasing his heart rate.

His body acted on his own.

He left his teammates confused at the gym and ran like he had never did in his entire life. Not even in a volleyball match to catch an unpredictable, difficult ball on the other side of the court. Not even in high school when he was late for practice, and the coach would scold him and double his warm-up laps.

His body ran towards a destination he knew all too well, apologizing to people he bumped into on the street until they all became a blur, and he gave up on his own awareness.

So you came around my house

And you left your marks with your fingertips

I'm sitting where you sat down

And now he's looking for something meaningless

The image of you picking that place because it was so close to both the MSBY practice gym and the office where you worked, and also had the best view of Tokyo at night, was burning somewhere in the back of his mind while his lungs worked double-time to keep up with his speed.

A couple of minutes of running, which felt like hours, he bumped gracelessly against the building door, opening it and fumbling inside.

Breathless, he almost broke the elevator button in his impatience, earning a glare from the doorman, who chose not to say anything due to the visible distress on Atsumu’s face.

Just like the mirrorless elevator, the hallway of the 13th floor seemed more claustrophobic than ever.

And the door of apartment 1307 no longer held the garland from last Christmas, the one you always claimed to forget there, but in reality, were just too lazy to remove, saying “Christmas is gonna be soon again” every time Atsumu pointed it out.

God fucking hell, he could swear he heard your voice in the back of his head, and he hated it.

His sweaty hands reached the doorknob. The door was unlocked, but the sight locked something inside him.

The bright, colorful, saturated walls you made him help you paint were now white.

It looked like a nightmare.

Each uncertain step he took inside the plain apartment was like a different stake driving into his heart.

The once lively space that echoed your goofy laughter and his loud one, but mostly your colorful warmth, was now nothing more than an empty shell.

His heart ached as he desperately clung to the fading memories of you.

Letting his sight scan the place, he spotted the small nook where you used to sit and read, the sunlight from the window casting a warm glow on the now vacant spot. The vision triggered a fresh wave of pain, his legs almost buckling under the weight of his grief.

He leaned his back against the plain white wall, sliding down to sit on the floor.

It was as if every inch of the apartment was screaming out your absence, the silence deafening.

He let himself drown in the sea of regret, each memory of you like a wave crashing over him, pulling him further into the depths of his despair.

And in that moment, Atsumu realized the full extent of his loss. Not just the loss of you, but the loss of the love and joy you brought into his life, the loss of the person he had become because of you.

And I'm sorry

I was hurting too much to know

That you were standing right there

And it hit him. All the times you were there for him when he was alone in Tokyo, way before his brother moved.

A country boy trying to reach his dream all alone. Trying to deal with the pressure all alone. Trying to handle the early stages of fame all alone.

But he was never alone.

He would cry comfortably in the crook of your neck while you combed his hair, soothing his soul.

“Breathe with me, baby,” you would say so softly to him when he was in the middle of some panic attack on a Wednesday night.

When the nightmares with the cameras, the press, and the fans woke him up, and you were just… there. Sleeping soundly. And his shaking figure would spoon you to scent the vanilla of your shampoo and calm himself down to sleep again, dreaming of taking you to the vineyards in Italy on his first vacation in-between seasons.

You were always there for him.

But he failed to remember when he was there for you.

You got a little nervous of running back to you

When you weren't there

____

18:33h

He didn't know how long he sat there, lost in his thoughts. But when he finally managed to pull himself together, the sun was already setting.

The view from the window was the same as he had seen so many times with you. But this time, it felt so different, so… dull.

Just like him now.

____

23:40h

He never anticipated that his shitty behavior would drive away someone he loved so deeply, even though Osamu anticipated it.

And now he was sobbing while his sore muscles were relaxing under the strong effect of the whiskey in his left hand.

His phone, forgotten all day in his pocket, was now in his right hand. His thumb purposefully ignoring all the missed calls from his teammates and his brother, to open a three-month-old chat.

Your picture almost made him throw the glass of whiskey against the living room wall. A picture that he took.

But he suppressed the bottled anger. His once unwavering steady setter hands, now trembling, typed away on a mission.

He wanted to be there for you at least once, knowing what’s best for you right now.

So against all the cells of his body pleading for your presence, he sent:

So many times I could've held on

How much I wished I'd never let you go

I still can't believe I left you alone

It tore me down to pieces, she’ll never know

[cherry-romper]

Loving You Sounds Like A Song

Playlist

+ Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Ushijima, Tendo

Open to writing more characters!

Daichi; Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

I'm born again every time you spend the night

'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven

You can make a sinner change his ways

Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here?

Sugawara; Telepatia - Kali Uchis

Who would have thought, That it was possible, To make love by telepathy

You know I'm just a flight away, If you wanted you can take a private plane

We're connected although we're miles apart

I can hear your thoughts like a melody, Listen while you talk when you're fast asleep

Asahi; Would That I - Hozier

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree

True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me

Oh, but you're good to me, baby

with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet

Nishinoya; She Looks So Perfect - 5SOS

We work too damn hard for this just to give it up now

You look so perfect standing there, In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now that I'm so down

I got you name tattooed in an arrowed heart

Tanaka; Steal My Girl - One Direction

She's been my queen since we were 16

Her mum calls me love, her dad calls me son

Everybody wanna steal my girl

Couple billion in the whole wide worlds, Find another one 'cause she belongs to me

Kageyama; King of my Heart - Taylor Swift

Salute to me, I'm your American queen

We rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys in their expensive cars, With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars, Never too me quite where you do

King of my heart, body and soul

Hinata; Golden - Harry Styles

I know you were way to bright for me

You're so golden

I don't wanna be alone when it ends

Lovin' is the antidote

I know that you're scared because I'm so open

Tsukishima; R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

She's a silver linin' lone ranger ridin' through an open space

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me, I go crazy 'cause here's not where I wanna be

And I cant help myself, All I wanna hear you say is, "Are you mine?"

She's a silver linin', climblin' on my desire

Yamaguchi; Rose-Colored Boy - Paramore

I hear you making all that noise, About the world you want to see

But hearts are breaking, and the wars are raging on

You got me nervous, I'm right at the end of my rope

Just let me cry a little bit longer, I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to

My rose-colored boy

Kuroo; Shut Up and Drive - Rihanna

If you think you're the one, step into my ride

So if you feel me, let me know

My engine's ready to explode

Get me where you wanna go, If you know what I mean

Got a ride that's smoother than a limousine

Kenma; Ivy - Frank Ocean

I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me

It's quite alright to hate me now

When we both know that deep down, The feeling still deep down is good

We didn't give a fuck back then

Oikawa; Say It Right - Nelly Futado

You either got it or you don't, you either stand or you fall

You don't mean nothing at all to me

But you got what it takes to set me free

I could show you tonight

Iwaizumi; Die For You - The Weekend

I'm findin' ways to articulate, The feeling I'm goin' through

See it in your eyes, You hate that you want me

It ain't working 'cause you're perfect, And I know that you're worth it

Just know that I would die for you

Bokuto; Stargazing - The Neghbourhood

If I start, I just cant stop

Keep runnin' 'til we're lost

I can feel your heart beatin' with mine

Started with a spark, now we're on fire

Akaashi; Sofia - Clairo

I think we could do it if we tried, only to say, "You're mine"

You know I'll do anything you ask me to

But, oh my god, I think I'm in love with you

Baby you don't gotta fight ill be here 'til the end of time

Ushijima; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - Joji

I don't want a friend, I want my life in two

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark

Don't follow me, You'll end up in my arms

Give me reasons we should be complete

Cant you see me?

Tendo; G.U.Y - Lady Gaga

I wanna be your G.U.Y

I'm aiming for full control of this love

love me, love me, please retweet

Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry

[nerdyqueerr]

The Amazing Devil truly knocked it out of the park with Fair in terms of love songs i mean its got everything. Domesticity, deep adoration, confessions of love when youre sure no one else can hear, a that's what she said joke, yogurt, genuinely dont think there's a more romantic song on the face of the earth

[seryotonin]

He just needs a better outfit

[verdantcreek]

he was the best of us. | lyrics from fin by mustard service

[cimicherrychanga]

Complicated Relationship with God (As Seen Through Lyrics in the Character's Playlist)

[hecksupremechips]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

and right before your eyes, i’m breaking…

[dykeinthedark]

songs about romance will be like "i love you baby we should kiss" whereas songs about your platonic best buddy will be like. Well we bursted out of class had to get away from those fools we learned more from a three minute record baby then we've ever learned in school tonight i hear the neighborhood drummer sound i can feel my heart begin to pound you say you're tired and you just wanna close your eyes and follow your dreams down well we made a promise we swore we'd always remember no retreat baby no surrender. like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend no retreat baby no surrender. Ans now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold. we swore blood brothers against the wind now i'm ready to grow young again and hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards well maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars cause we made a promise we swore we'd always remember no retreat baby no surrender blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend no retreat baby no surrender. now on the street tonight the lights grow dim the walls of my room are closing in there's a war outside still raging you say it ain't ours anymore to win. i wanna sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed with a wide open country in my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head cause once we made a promise we swore we'd always remember no treat baby no surrender blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend no retreat, baby, no surrender no retreat baby no surrender

[rockthefiredetonation]

EYESTRAIN WARNING!!

"Here they come, pouring out of the blue! Little arrows, for me & for you!" "You're falling in love again! Falling in love again!" My (Technically) First Rock-afire art I've posted here! I've had this idea for a while, making art based off of different songs from Rock-Afire shows, and while I did one as a gift for @mr-grizzed, I won't be posting that one so this is the first public one of it's kind!

[wavernot4love]

here i go running my mouth again ..... left foot in the dark 'cause i'm sunnyside.... up-up, up-up ...

no, we don't give a.... up-up-up-up .....

oohhhh.... SUNNYSIDE!!! up-up, up-up .....

if You even care!!!!!

[synthshenanigans]

I feel like it was a mistake putting these two against each other in the first set of rounds...

Instrumental Links:

Dream

Light

[Reblog for more of a sample size of you'd like]

[jayisgay]

god thy will is hard btw. But you hold every card. If you even care