#i'm happy that song's getting attention now. the album is so good

[allthegothihopgirls]

jason "you take the man out of the city,not the city out the man" todd

[kanmom51]

WHO JM

This is going to be a bit of a ramble of thoughts on my part. It took me around 24 hrs. to take it all in.

Before I start talking about everything, I do want to thank my good friends, you know who you are, with which we had these discussions and back and forth trying to figure it out. Said it once and will say it again: Love you guys!!!

And on that note, let's get to it.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything we got with Who, not to mention the whole Muse concept, the configuration of the album, the order of the songs.

Unlike Face this is less of a autobiographical album. This is more about a concept. We have the connecting thread from Face to Muse through Rebirth (Oh, I'm gonna talk about that song for sure). Then we go into Interlude: Showtime, leading into SGMB and then Slow dance, Be mine, Who and Closer than this in that order. Interlude showtime being the switch from personal (ME) to showtime/performance (US) perhaps. A show themed around love. And an interesting thing happens when you look at the placement of the songs. First of all, Who, the only song JM isn't credited for writing, is last. Then, and this to me is the interesting part of it, the songs go from SGMB having that love, being sure of it, wanting even to help others find it as the first song you hear all the way back to searching for that unattainable love (Who). Starting the story from the end, when love is found, rather than from the beginning when love is being searched for. Starting from the happy ending. And if you do want to link it to his own story (not sure it is, but for funsies) then it's basically going back chronologically. SGMB is the now JM, the happy one who found love, while Who is the JM who didn't even know what he was looking for, or more so Who he was looking for. And if we are already going in that direction than basically going full circle with Face in the sense of Face being in chronological order of things and Muse mirroring it in the sense of going present to past rather than past to present (yes, I definitley did not major in arts and it shows, lol).

Let's talk about Who now.

First thing first, once again, and thank you for that amazing post, I'm going to link to @andy-wm's post right here. Because basically it says most of what I wanted to convey, and as usual, written so so well.

You would think this is all about a guy looking for a girl, right?

NOT.

More so a guy looking for love, thinking that it's in a girl's image. "HER". @andy-wm explained it beautifully. I am going to emphasise a couple of points and/or add to them.

No. It's not just you. Although I do admit, it took me several reads and re-reads to have that eureka moment. When you take in the full picture. It's there.

JM is looking for someone. In his head he thinks it's meant to be a girl. That's what society has told him. That's what is expected of him. That's what makes sense to him. Again, in his head.

And yet, his heart, it's still searching.

And he continues to search but he isn't finding 'her'.

First the use of "think" again. The mind thinking versus the heart finding.

And pay attention to the lyrics: "If every day I think about her..."

Not "Every day I think about her..."

The way I see it, this is again about challenging society's expectations of him. If he's doing it right, if he's thinking about finding 'her' every day of his life, then why hasn't he found her? And the emphasis is on the question why, repeated multiple times.

He's asking why not how. And why do I think that means something?

Think about it for a second.

If he's looking for her every day, thinking about her all the time, wouldn't the question be "how is it that I haven't I found her?" But by asking "why haven't I found her", it feels more so like "am I doing something wrong here? Why isn't this working?" Perhaps because the Who he's looking for, the Who his heart is looking for, is not a "her"?

And this kind of disconnect between what his mind thinks he is looking for - "her", and what his heart is looking for "who", continues throughout the song.

Another thing I noticed, and I don't know if it means anything, is the repeat of the number five in the song.

That second one hit me the first time I heard the song. Why? Why count to five? So random. And yes, I know it could mean absolutely nothing, and yet, it is curious why we get these two fives.

So I went looking what the number five could mean, cause we know numbers do mean something to them.

On my search I found this:

And this is about this piece of art:

The name of that piece of that famous piece of art: "Sun, Moon and Five Peaks".

And this:

The sun and moon are incarnations of yin and yang and symbols of brightness. The five peaks represent the center of the Earth and correspond to the sky and the seat of the king, who is the Son of Heaven. The number five is significant, as it is the midpoint of the decimal system.

Another coincidence?

Then there is what the number 5 symbolises spiritually (not specific to Korean culture):

Was this on purpose? This is one of those things I really don't know. And yet...

But again, we have to remember that this is the only song on JM's album that he isn't credited for being part of the lyrics writing.

And yet, we know that he did sit with John Belian telling him what the story was he wanted him to tell.

We don't know just how much of it is JM and what he wanted to convey, at least with the lyrics. We don't know just how much say JM had in the direction the MV went in, but it does feel like at least some of these things we are seeing are not pure coincidence and are intentional, for example the next thing I want to talk about.

Let's talk about the falling billboard screen for a sec.

The timing of it falling, the WHO without the question mark, the why...

JM is singing, dancing, the storm is brewing, wind blowing, he sings about "her" and then asks: "who is my heart waiting for?"

The dancers split up, and he starts walking towards us and this falls from the sky:

"Who is my heart waiting for?"

It has a blue frame that breaks apart (perhaps symbolising how this love is framed differently or that the barrier that was there between them now broke - yes, pure drivel on my part, but let me have this, I'm really enjoying it, lol).

This is who, is what the screen is screaming out!!!

"keep going" it tells him, as he's walking in it's direction.

But the screen, it's facing us. We can see it, but he can't see it yet.

He is walking in it's direction but still oblivious to what it's showing him.

Another thing I noticed there is that the screen falls from the sky but doesn't collapse or break or topple over. It stands there, strong and stable. Just as strong and stable that love is. The Real love he talks about in Rebirth. And then we cut to the next scene. We don't see what happens when JM comes closer in. Does he see it? Does he see Who?

Thank you @theendiswherewestarted  for sending me the next couple of links I want to address.

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This one I noticed myself - the colours of that fire stood out to me, seeing as they were different from other fires on screen.

The Yellow purple that we also got in the poster question mark.

The way the signs are basically around him (the fire, the screen), but he passed them by unnoticed, perhaps because of how he perceives his love is meant to look like. It's a she, not a he, and even if it is on fire or on a neon sign, something he should be noticing, he just doesn't.

The second is this:

I have seen some that noticed this and I admit, it took me a very long time to see the face (some saw a face in smoke in the teaser as well), but I have to admit, it does look like a face. Could it be JK? Idk. Is this intentional? Well, it doesn't look like the actual smoke, it does look like a projection or add-on, so... I guess this one I'm going to leave as a question mark. A possibility.

But this one, I'm feeling the need to go back to this one because this is just WOW...

I am aware there are those that claim it to be another member. All I will say that they are wrong.

Also want to thank @lastride1981 for your ask.

And then the MV ends with this:

You know, if we didn't get the message just yet (which I can assure you many didn't), then let's end it with rainbows. Yes, that is who your heart is waiting for!!!

Nothing JM does is not thought about, is not intentional.

And that rainbow at the end is again one more of those things!!

As I said, not everything is intentional. But a. saying not everything is intentional inherently means some of it is. and b. this is JM we are talking of. The master of layering his art.

This is art. Intended for us to ponder about. It's up for interpretation. Even a song with rather simple lyrics like Who, especially with a MV attached to it and JM being the artist behind the two.

So this here is how I see it. My interpretations. Sharing them with you.

[loveforquanrui]

the love I hold for you

제로베이스원 - jebewon as things they would definitely do as boyfriends!, gn reader. i dont think there is any disclaimers but let me know if i missed any!

-jiwoong-

showing a different side of himself

would show his true authentic self with you <3

would be really protective of you

since he wants to show he cares without being too "obvious" he would also over offer his help

but its so cute so it cancels out!

would care and love you so much

-hao-

introverted but clingly with you

hao is an introvert as we can all tell, and may need space but never from you

when he's tired, he would find so much comfort in your presence

constantly wants to be around you even if you guys aren't talking he just loves knowing you are there

you are his favorite

he chooses you over anyone else

-hanbin-

planning dates in advanced every week

hear me out in this, hanbin is an observer

he would allow you to plan the first few dates, and in those dates he is taking mental notes of your likes and dislikes

now he will tell you, he wants to plan the following dates

and from then on its funnn

he would take you to many new places like a art gallery or even invite you to his dance studio as a fun date

somehow hanbin will always think of something different for a date idea

-matthew-

teach you how to play video games

i know we all saw this man play league of legends now-

i have a feeling he would try to get his s/o into gaming

he would try to teach you how to play, and he is very patient

since he wants you to play with him, he is willing to spend some time teaching and training you to play these games

he takes it very seriously too

if you ended up not liking the game he would try to find another game that you'd like

regardless if he's not into that game, he would learn how to play it just for you <3

-taerae-

perform for you

strong believer in simp taerae

he would be so deeply in love with his s/o that sometimes they are above himself

if you are anxious, he would sing your favorite song to calm you down

if you are trying to fall asleep, he would play a calming tune in his guitar until you are fast asleep

feeling bummed out, no worries, taerae is dancing the newest tiktok trend for you!

this man will perform for you anytimes if it will make you smile

if you wanted to film a little dance video he would do it proudly

ahh taerae is such a cutie :'(

-ricky-

attention seeking and physical touch

hear me out ricky can sometimes be dismissive

although he clearly cares about other i think the baby cat has some trouble expressing it sometimes

since ricky would struggle to tell you he loves you sometimes he would be surprisingly very cuddly?

he would want to constantly have his arms around you even if he wasn't speaking to you

small gestures like cuddling or holding your hand are a big deal to him

its his way of showing his love

he would also seek your attention in the same way

he has very grabby hands constantly wanting your attention without actually saying it

-gyuvin-

carrying extra items for you

gyuvin is a goofy guy but he is also always taking mental notes of you

he would notice your favorite snacks and items you constantly use

he secretly carries your favorite snacks in his backpack

in his backpack there is chapstick, germx, and much more items you use on the daily

you would say "i'm really craving __" and all of a sudden he pulls out the snack from his backpack

needless to say gyuvin is prepared for anything you might need

-gunwook-

have a photo album dedicated of pictures of you

gunwook adores you

sometimes you catch him just starring at you deeply with a smile plastered on his space

he just loves looking at your face, as its a boost of serotonin for him

since he realized how happy it makes him, he takes about 3 pictures of you

sometimes you don't even know he is taking pictures, yet you still come out looking so good

and when he is in a bad mood or simply misses you he would go to his album titles Y/N and just look over all the pictures

he would be so smiley and thankful to have such a partner in his life

-yujin-

get you flowers at the right times

yujin would love getting you flowers

he knows how happy it can make you so he always gets you flowers

yet unbeknown to you he actually always steals one flower from the bouquet he buys

why?

because that way he knows when he needs to get you more flowers

of course he doesn't tell you this, since he wants to be seen as cool

but it's a sweet gesture that he loves doing <3

ahhh guys I did not post as much as I wanted to for a bit. Buttt i hope you enjoyed this. Let me know if you would like a part two or even a fic. Don't forget my asks are always open not just for request but also for any questions or just talks you want to have <3

[magics-neptunes-things]

Celebrity Crush

Hi guys!

This is a new one, but it's kind of a suit from this story. A bonus chapter, I don't know how we can call it.

I hope you will like it :)

TW : Ona Batlle being perfect as ever.(I'm so in love)

Summary : You're a worldclass singer in an interview after you left your group because your manager and staff were asshole.

Enjoy!

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After leaving your group's separation, you quickly felt better. The depression that awaited you flew away like a cloud of smoke once the stress and pressure that were constantly on your shoulders stopped existing. Even when you were on trial against your old record company, your former bosses and manager, you felt good. Because even if you ended up paying millions, it meant you were free again. And that, in your eyes, was priceless.

You must also admit that being able to be with your girlfriend on a daily basis is probably the main reason for your well-being. Ona has always been the most important person in your life and since your return to Barcelona, you have trouble being separated from her. You gladly accompany her to her training sessions and you will also happily get her when she has finished. You go to each of her games as well, even if they are on the other side of Spain or in another country. You have so much time to catch up and your wear your jersey with her name with pride.

You were afraid at first that having you around all the time would end up bothering Ona, but she seems as happy to have you back as you are. At first, you didn’t know what to do while the footballer was training, so you cleaned up your house. As the days passed, you started composing and playing music again, for fun. Your apartment may no longer shine like a mint, but it has the advantage that your housekeeper stops staring at you when you don’t put their products in the right place.

It's only two years later that you decide to release a music album, entirely produced by you. You don’t want to experience the same kind of problems as before and you’ve decided that you’re never better served than by yourself. The songs are mostly love songs related to Ona to be fair.

When you looked for musicians, you asked the guys but only Ricardo agreed. You didn’t blame the other two, even if you now use the thing to annoy them when you see them again and you start bickering like fifteen year olds.

You choose your interviews yourself and it's you who plans your concert schedules, arranging to place them at times or places that don't make you miss any match of Ona. It's sometimes more difficult for her to come see you in concert, but these being the same each time, you don't hold it against her. You have an agent, though, who is no one but your big brother, who you have complete confidence in, and who knows how to be a watchdog when it comes.

After dropping Ona off at practice today, you head to the centre of Barcelona for an interview. You initially hesitated before accepting, but when sold to you as a way to also talk about homosexuality that is forced to hide in the music world, you quickly accepted.

"Drive carefully. I will try to listen to you" Ona promised before kissing you tenderly caressing your cheek.

"All right. Be careful Onita."

Ona smiled at you and left the car, not without kissing you one more time when you whines when you saw her leaving your car.

The report that is broadcast before your interview attracts all your attention and you are happy that the subject is approached in this way. The way they educate young people on the subject also pleases you very much. During the ad page and the beginning of your interview, you send a quick message to Ona and your mother, telling them that the interview will soon begin.

The headphones on your ears, you smile at the journalist who is interviewing you. She is a well-known and respected journalist in Spain and you are happy that she is the one doing your interview.

"So Y/N, hello! How are you?"

"I’m fine thank you and you?" you answer with a smile.

"Well, I’m glad you’re here."

You smile and nod. She informed you that the interview was being filmed to be broadcast online on the radio’s website, but don’t forget that most people can’t see you. So you also thank her orally.

After discussing the report and general views, she gently guides the discussion on your own case, as agreed. You naturally asked Ona’s permission to talk about her before accepting the interview.

"And so in your case, it was your record company at the time that prohibited you from mentioning your girlfriend?"

"Yes. In truth, I was not allowed to talk about my homosexuality at all. It was the record company that started releasing subtle information to make the fans believe that something was going on between Juan and me"

"And you were already with your girlfriend when it all started?"

"We’ve been together since we were 17 and I’ve never kept the truth from them" you shrug your shoulders.

"It must have been hard for you, but also for her, I guess."

You swallow nervously, the difficult moments through which you passed coming back in memory. Playing nervously with your fingers, you quickly shift your attention to your interlocutor.

"Very. Honestly, I’m very lucky that she stayed. Many other people would have given up on me I think."

The reporter smiles at you before moving on to another question. You knew this kind of moment would come and you were prepared. But that doesn’t mean it’s nice to talk about it anyway.

"I can see people reacting to what you said and some people find it unbelievable that your former employers have not managed to separate you" she comments looking at a screen next to her.

"Oh, actually they almost succeeded. But that’s precisely when I decided to stop everything. I could see my life without music, but I couldn’t see my life without Ona" you say timidly while smiling.

The journalist smiles back at you and winks at you before grabbing a small pile of cards next to her.

"Thank you for your sincerity. Now a quick round of questions on anything and everything, all our guests come through. Are you ready?"

"Ready" you answer, a little more relaxed.

You laugh softly when she throws a jingle, before you ask the first question.

"What is your favorite season?"

"Summer" you answer. The summer break would be fairer, considering Ona’s busy schedule.

"Your favorite food?"

"The fideua of my mother-in-law, sorry Mama I love you"

"If you had to live in a city other than Barcelona, which one would it be?"

You give yourself a few seconds to think, quickly listing the places you know in your head.

"Um… Maybe Palma de Mallorca"

An hour’s flight from your families, the little island is a place you enjoy. So why not. In addition, you need the sun to live properly. Even if you enjoy London, you don't see yourself living there permanently.

"Real Madrid or FC Barcelona?"

"Barcelona, obviously" you answer with a smile.

"The first thing you do in the morning, only the answers that can be listened by our youngest ears are allowed" jokes the journalist, making you laugh.

"Turn off my girlfriend’s alarm clock I guess"

You never understood how Ona got up and got to practice on time during your absence. She never hears the sound of her alarm clock.

"Ok and last question. Who is your celebrity crush? Ban to mention Ona's name"

You laugh again and roll your eyes.

"Okay then… The Number 22 of Fc Barcelona Femini is kind of cute" you answer with malice, mentioning Ona's number.

It makes the journalist laugh and you smile while shrugging your shoulders before answering.

"What? You saw my girlfriend? There’s no way I’d mention another name"

This is where the interview ends and you warmly thank the whole team for their kindness. After posing for a photo for their social networks, you still stay with them to talk a little bit. At this time, Ona is probably coming home, Salma having offered to bring her back for once since you were not sure to arrive on time.

When you go out, some fans are waiting for you and you take a few minutes to talk to them, sign autographs or take pictures. When you finally get to your car, you answer Ona’s message that she is home to tell her that you are coming too.

"I’m home mi Amor!"

Ona appears smiling in the entrance after a few seconds and you don't hesitate to pass your arms around her to squeeze her against you. It’s only been a few hours but it’s pretty incredible how much you missed her. You smile while feeling the comforting smell of her shampoo and smile even more when she drops kisses in the hollow of your neck.

"How was the training?" you ask her while playing with her long hair.

"Very good. Only three games left and we’re on vacation"

You smile and nod. Barcelona are already sure to win the championship and you saw their third straight victory in the Champions League a few weeks before.

"I can’t wait"

You have already planned your vacation, three weeks under the sun of Hawaii. You know how tired Ona is and you intend to do everything possible so that she can recover properly. What she doesn’t know is that you plan to propose to her there and that almost everything is already organized.

Ona turns you away from the last details you have to do by putting her lips on yours, waking the butterflies in your stomac.

"Come, I ordered food. I took sushi as I didn't know what time you would arrive"

"It’s perfect" you assure her, letting her train you in your kitchen by the hand. "Like you" you add with a smirk, lightly squeezing her bum.

Ona laughs and turns around to face you and put her arms around your neck.

"What a sweat talker and a charmer" she whispers against your lips before kissing you again, making you shiver.

"I’m so in love with you it’s disgusting" you smirk a few minutes later when you’re sitting in front of your plate.

"Oh yeah? Well it seems to me that you also appreciate the number 22 of FC Barcelona?"

Sitting in front of you, Ona has eyes that sparkle with mischief and you laugh by pointing with one of your sticks.

"You can’t blame me. She’s amazing."

[wordsarelife]

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo and you get your happy ever after

warnings: i don’t think there are any! let me know if that’s not true :)

note: here it is!! finally the epilogue is here! i loved writing this series so much!! please let me know what you thought of this chapter and/or the story in general!

!!!make sure to keep your eyes on the extras that are coming tomorrow (and feel free to request drabbles/ fics on future or past situtations in the don’t blame me universe, or questions you still have!! i will be thrilled to answer them!!)!!!

word count: 3.9k

note: not really happy with the outcome of this chapter, but whatever..

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"mommy?“ a voice called and your head snapped to the side. "can you give me one of those paper towels?“

you rolled your eyes smiling at his antics and nodded, before you threw one in his direction.

"mate, you know i love you, but please stop acting out your mommy kink on my girlfriend“ theo hit mattheo's shoulder.

"well, y/n is the closest thing i have to a mother right now" mattheo argued dramatically "she takes care of me when i'm sick, she cuts apple slices for me—"

"—we've been on tour for two months" theo shook his head "it's not like you're never gonna see your mum again, get a grip"

"it's alright" you smiled. "i don't mind"

mattheo nodded "see?"

“yeah, whatever” theo shook his head “just get ready, please? we start in ten”

after the concert a few months ago, cursed legacy had gotten their record deal. dave had been impressed by their show, he wanted them to play opener for the rest of the following tour leg.

as soon as the school holidays began you joined them, traveling around the country.

theo and you couldn’t be happier. everything was going great and you were ready to tackle life together.

since the concert, theo had not stopped writing songs and they were only a month away from releasing their second album, soft death.

he was always talking about how you were the muse behind most of the songs. and you had to admit that they had never had so many love songs played (or written) before.

during the tour they had made many new fans, their followers growing while were getting more and more attention. they were already playing a few songs from the new album constantly and about you was a fan favorite. your favorite was echoes of devotion, which theo had written for you. it was the second song they played every night.

“see you later” mattheo took a look to his phone, checking the time, before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek and quickly walked away.

theo rolled his eyes before he turned to you and gave you a long and passionate kiss, before he too took off after mattheo to get on stage.

you collected your things, before you started walking. you already knew that it would be hard to feel normal again once you were home in a month and college would start. how could you ever live a normal life after being treated like royalty?

you took your stage pass and walked in the direction of the tents. you hadn’t seen the rest of the band in hours. the reasons were simple enough. draco and blaise had made it their personal chore to walk around the venues before every show, claiming something about a good luck charm they absolutely needed. they had asked you to accompany them on a few occasions, which you did but quickly regretted after they spent the entire time talking about their hook ups from the night before.

they had already adopted the rockstar life style.

quite the opposite of that was enzo. he spent hours in the back of the bus, or in his hotel room, talking to april on his phone. she had come to a few shows, but she couldn’t be there constantly because of work and so they had decided to face time or text in any given moment. you rarely saw the boy without his phone.

april had been scared that their relationship would not last. she had feared that enzo would quickly realize how limiting a relationship was when there were a few hundred girls basically licking the ground on which he walked.

you had told her that enzo wasn’t like that, but you could still understand why she was feeling that way and promised to keep your eye on him.

enzo had done nothing more than proof the both of you terribly wrong. most of the time he did not even look into the direction of other girls, let alone talk to them.

that the rest of the band was busy could’ve been to your and theo’s advantage, making it possible to enjoy time for only the two of you, if there hadn’t been matt, who made it his personal task to follow you around like a lost puppy.

you loved him, you really did. during the time the both of you had only grown closer, going back to the sibling like relationship you had once had, but at times you wished he was anywhere else.

especially that one time when theo and you were making out on the couch of the tour bus and mattheo came barging in and acted like he didn’t know that he had just interrupted something, before he planted himself in the middle of theo and you and started playing star wars on the tv.

"good evening!" enzo's voice roared through the microphone, after they had come out and played only angel. the crowd cheered. "the next song we're gonna play is about a very special someone. our front man's girl to be exact. he's a very smitten man, so naturally, this is a very emotional love song, feel free to hold up your flashlights.. here is echoes of devotion!"

the crowd cheered once again, while you clapped your hands, your cheeks as red as the curtain next to the stage. theo's voice was always what started the song, he looked just as cheesy as you did, even if enzo had made it a habit to say the same lines every night, you and theo were still flustered about his words.

my love, like orpheus, i'd come,

to tread through shadows, my body numb,

but truth be told, in my hearts embrace,

i fear i'd falter, lose the race.

the music only set in after that. a steady and slow beat that was always responsible for your shiver as it guarded his voice through the chorus.

for i'd turn back, just like him,

my gaze would brake, our future grim,

your fading form, in shadows deep,

my love, too strong, my soul to keep.

the song was balancing right between breaking the crowds heart and animating them to sing along. it was the perfect mix of love and heartache, often making your eyes swell with tears, when you saw theo react the same way.

the song had a special place in both of your hearts. for one part, it was comparing you and theo to your favorite myth, which theo had done knowingly. and second, it reminded you both of how hard love could be, how even loving people deeply could led to hurting them.

it was one of the first songs theo did not sing entirely on his own. the second verse was accompanied by background vocals of the rest of the boys, making it sound almost dreamy and ethereal.

like orpheus, with his lyre's song,

i'd sing to you, all night long,

but in that moment, with fate's cruel twist,

i'd choose your eyes, and lose what's missed.

the second chorus was a little different to the first one, deeper, as theo had said.

for i'd turn back just like him,

the current stronger than we swim,

i'd face the darkness, lose my way,

for one more look, i'd gladly pay

"i don't understand" theo's voice was only above a whisper, making sure no one could hear you both in the treehouse. it was far too late for both of you anyway.

"what?" you had asked, looking up from the ipod in your hand.

"orpheus, that's his name, right?" the boy brushed his hair back, revealing his forehead. he hadn't gotten a haircut in ages, exclaiming something about girls finding him more attractive that way. you had spontaneously laughed at that prediction, considering you were the only girl he talked to. but the boy was fourteen and suddenly very interested in appealing to the opposite gender.

"what about him don't you understand?" you had the same tone in your voice your mother did when she would explain something to you and your brother.

"well, why does he turn around?" theo shrugged his shoulders, as he turned, facing away from you, to continue to paint doodles on the wall of the tree house. "he could've saved her if he had been stronger, if he had loved her enough he could've made it"

"it's not about that, theo" you had mused "orpheus looked back because he loved her so much, because the only way he could've saved her was if he had loved her less. but he didn't"

"i don't know, pixie" you send him a look upon the name, which he obviously couldn't see, your annoyance bouncing off of the back of his head. "i would be able to save you" his simple statement made the air freeze between the two of you, hitting deeper than it had been meant.

"then you don't love me enough" your voice was only a faint sound, but loud enough to make theo stop in his tracks.

without him noticing the irony of the situation, he turned around to look at you, his blue eyes crashing into yours. the softness in them almost made you shudder, asking yourself if the way you were feeling about him was totally normal. you did not have much experience with boys, but theo was different anyway, he was not like them, he was yours, without any requirements.

"no, i think i do" he whispered back, realizing that the quick act of him turning around had come right after you had simply doubted his love. he knew in that moment that it would never take much for him to turn around for you.

maybe it was the quiet of the night, or teenage hormones mixing up in the air, you weren't really sure later, but theo leaned across the space between you, gently grasping your lips with his, connecting them in a featherlight kiss.

there was no sound in the little room. there were only theo and you. and only your lips were touching.

for you're the melody that guides my soul,

through tempests wild and rivers cold,

i'll brave the depths, defy the night,

to hold your hand in morning light.

so here i stand, before your eyes,

with trembling heart, and no disguise,

to say, my love, in honesty,

i'd turn for your like orpheus for eurydice.

later that night, after the concert was finished and the band was saying their goodbyes, ready to leave the stage, you were waiting for theo behind the stage.

blaise and draco came down first, each of them ruffled your hair, before they walked away to find snacks.

enzo winked at you, holding his hand up for a high-five, which you gladly accepted.

matt plastered both of your cheeks with kisses, laughing deeply as you tried to slap him away.

all of the boys (except for theo of course) had grown to be like your brothers, but enzo and matt stood out the most. enzo was like the little brother you never had, especially because of his relationship with april.

mattheo had been protective of you ever since leo had brought you with him the first time at the age of five. he had looked out for you ever since, often joining forces with leo, when he forbid you from doing something.

even if you sometimes acted annoyed at him, you knew deep down that you needed matt, just as much as you needed your organs to survive. he had been (unlike theo at certain times) a constant in your life, you had never quite managed to get rid of. matt had made it clear to you that he wouldn't leave you alone. both of you were everything that was left of leo for the other.

you could see it in the way matt acted, when he would text you the most random things or when he was lifting you off the ground after he had predicted you would miss the single stair in front of your feet.

and he could see it in your face, as you scrunched your nose when you found something disgusting or when your eyes lit up at the mention of ice cream. or sometimes, in the rare moments when his heart ached the most, when you would laugh, and immediately stop, as you both realized how much it sounded like your brother.

it was impossible for either of you to forget leo, if you had still so much left of him.

the cologne was the first thing that entered your nose and just a second after, theo rumbled down the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing over the instruments that were already being played on stage.

he was wearing a white shirt, he had gotten it himself, your name written over his heart with a cursive lilac thread. his hair was messy and a little bit sweaty. you remembered the heat of the stage lights from the night of the concert months ago and your skin burned.

his jeans were dark and loose, you had joked that he needed to wear skinny jeans, because he was in a boyband. you had to search for a picture of harry styles, for him to believe that that used to be a thing.

his face lit up when his eyes fell on you. he pecked your lips, as he threw an arm across your shoulder. another kiss to your hair following.

"my dad messaged me" you said as you walked further behind the stage.

theo perked up at that "will he meet us for dinner?"

"yeah, yeah" you rolled your eyes, uninterested in talking about the boring information. you grinned, as you halted in your step, taking his hand in yours, as you almost jumped up and down from excitement. "we will probaly see a whole lot of him in the future"

theo raised his brows, confused what you were hinting at. your smile grew bigger as you could see the realization set in on his face.

"cadence?" he asked, not quite believing it.

you quickly nodded your head, your excitement resulting in a giggle, as he threw his arms around your body, pulling you close to his chest.

theo had applied to the college months ago. your father had just texted you to tell you that he was in. the mail was only being sent out the coming week and he wanted theo to know. that's also why your father had a lot of connections in the music world and was friends with dave fraser, the guy that had given the guys the record deal. he had worked at the college for the past twenty years, it was a big one, similiar to juilliard, but stationed in england.

while theo would go there, you had applied to many schools close to his (which included, but was not limited to oxford and camebridge). the acceptance letter for camebridge had come last week and the joy on theo's face had been incomparable.

"so it's happening" theo muttered in your ear "we'll both stay"

"i'm going nowhere" you assured, as you intertwined your hands, leading theo back to the tour bus, that would start driving to it's next destination in only a few hours.

"me neither, for now we have seen enough of the world to last us for a few years to come"

"are you joining in?" matt asked when the two of you entered the bus. the rest of the boys were sitting around the table, matt sorting poker chips and enzo's phone was propped up in the middle of the table, april's laughing face on it's screen.

"hey guys!" april smiled.

"hey stranger" you giggled.

"mate, could you please grab the cookies y/n's mum send her?"

"hey, those are for me" you protested.

matt shrugged "well the bus was only for us and i'm still sharing it with you"

you sighed, before you gave theo the okay to get them.

"only two more weeks and you're coming home" april was close to screaming of excitement "it's so boring without you guys. i even began missing blaise"

"hey!" blaise protested, as he grabbed the phone and turned it in his direction, so april was able to see the offended expression on his face.

"yeah, sorry" april muttered "now turn me back"

actually, even if you enjoyed all the special treatment you were receiving on this tour, you couldn't wait to go back home. you couldn't wait for life to be a bit more normal again, even though you were sure that it wouldn't take long before the boys would have their own concerts.

you couldn't wait to watch them grow, but for now, you savored every moment, as long as they still belonged solemnly to you.

"who's gonna start?" mattheo threw the last of the chips down, looking between the rest of you for help.

"i thought you read the rules" draco exclaimed confused.

"well, no" mattheo shook his head "blaise was supposed to"

blaise shook his head repeatedly, claiming to not have been part of mattheo's scheme. the boys began fighting, pointing at each other accusingly.

theo and you exchanged a glance, before you suggested to play a few simple rounds of uno, which everyone agreed on and quickly quieted down.

now everything was finally right and if you could talk to her, you would like to tell your younger self that everything would be alright one day and that she didn't have to be as scared of the future.

a few weeks later, when you were back home, theo helped you pack your things up in your room.

the rest of the tour had gone by in a breeze, and even if all of them decided to concentrate on studying at their respective schools, the band still existed and even dave fraser promised that the career of cursed legacy was far from over. soft death had already been recorded and was coming out in two weeks.

"what's that?" theo asked as he fished a folded piece of paper out of your backpack.

"oh" you furrowed you brows. "i thought i had thrown that away" you shrugged.

"well, what's on it?"

"after i first listened to pixie dream girl, april made me write down my feelings and burn the papers. she was scared that i would do something i would regret" you send him a look.

"okay..but why do you have it if it got burned?" he pressed.

"because i wanted something to remind myself how i felt about all of this"

"am i allowed to read it?" theo asked expectingly "it probably won't be nice"

"i don't care" you shrugged "go on"

theo unfolded the paper, his breath hitching as he read the words you had written. he looked up in surprise and you smiled. "that's—" he mumbled, but couldn't find the right words, surprise and love making it hard to concentrate.

"not mean?" you helped.

theo grinned, before he folded the paper up again and put it in his pocket "i want to keep it"

you smiled and nodded.

and after all this, you stupid stupid boy, you had written that day, you are still the only one my heart wants to know.

you and theo kept your eyes on each other, not one of you daring to look away. you could see every version in him, every stage of his life was readable from his eyes. even that night was readable and you wondered if the was thinking about the same thing you were.

"what was that?" you had asked, your voice raised above the normal whisper.

"what?" theo muttered, feigning innocence. you would've almost believed you had imagined the kiss, but the lipgloss on theo's mouth was telling a different story.

"you kissed me"

"ugh, no?" theo shook his head, crossing his arms defensively.

"ugh, yes?" you outstretched your hand, pointing to his lips. "there, cherry lipgloss"

theo rubbed his mouth in a quick gesture, getting rid of the evidence "where?" he asked, fluttering his eyes.

"right there!" you insisted, fighting back a laugh at his attempt to play it cool.

theo smiled softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of fondness and mischief. "okay, fine. maybe i did."

your heart raced as you struggled to find the right words. "why?"

his expression softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "because... i wanted to."

"okay" you nodded, your voice only above a whisper. "but friends don't—“

"i know" theo had interrupted you. "i'm sorry"

something had shifted between you that night in the tree house, or at least for theo it had. it was like you were the only girl that mattered, like you were the only one that mattered. something about that scared him immensely.

you waited for him to say something. to explain to you what it meant for you, for your friendship. but his eyes were as big as yours and his mind wandered twice as fast. "we are friends" he muttered finally, as if to remind himself.

you nodded, taking it as answer enough.

the years turned faster than the pages of a book, you grew older, stayed inside your rooms when it got dark outside and you and theo never spoke of the night in the treehouse again.

neither of you had known what to say so you rather said nothing.

theo's last words to you that night, replayed themselves over and over again in your mind for the years to follow, even if both of you continued being friends normally.

"i couldn't help it" he had muttered, right after both of you had climbed down the ladder and were ready to go your separate ways.

you smiled at his honesty, as you held back a giggle. you couldn't see his face in the dark, the candle in the lantern you had brought with you had burned down completely, but you had a feeling that he felt the same mix of awkwardness and simple happiness you did.

"will you do that again?" you asked, feeling brave now that he was unable to see your face in the darkness.

air escaped from his nostrils, as he stifled a laugh at your question. "i'm not sure" he said.

"okay"

the air between you was quiet and still and you turned around before you softly walked the path between both of your houses in the direction of the balcony you had climbed down a few hours ago.

the sound of his voice had you stop in your tracks.

"but if it some day comes over me, and maybe it will.." he paused, seemingly searching for the right words.

you listened to him attentively, as your heart fluttered at his implication. it was like you could almost see the colour of his eyes, even if he was standing a few meters across from you, his body standing out against the light of the lantern down the street.

he was standing, his body facing in your direction and simply knowing that he was looking at you made your tummy churn. was this what friendship was supposed to be? or was it something different? was this love? did love really feel like that or where you going crazy?

theo cleared his throat, as he raised his voice so you could hear him clearly over the distance between you "just... don't blame me"

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[marshallsgirl]

Marshall revealing his new song to Y/N

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: Remind Me - Eminem, In Too Deep - Eminem

Author's note: Hey, guys! I was so bored and I wrote this. I may delete it later or idk. Hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🫂🤍

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"I have a surprise for you" Marshall said to me as he enter the living room. Inmediatly I turn off the tv and give all my attention to him. "Guess what" he said.

"What?"

"The song is complete!"

"Whoa baby!"

Here's the thing. He told me he was writting a song about us, but that's it. He didn't talk about ever again. Even if I asked him about it he had changed the topic. So, I was very nervous about it. Because this has happened before. It was with the Revival album. That one song called Remind Me. That one was for me. I still remember when he show me that song.

" did you...That's my fav rock&roll song!" I said when I heared the beat.

"Yeah, that's the song you kept singin' and singin' while you're cooking" he said wanted to laugh at me.

I loved that song. Perfect combination but it was crazy. I mean...he did that for me? He united rock&roll and rap that was so crazy.

"Damn, that's crazy babe" I said.

"See y/n, u make me do things I normally wouldn't do"

"Awww, I love it and I love you baby!"

So, this time I was really nervous because I've been singin' a lot and very different genres. And Marshall...Well, he is so crazy. I didn't know what to expect.

"Are we going to the studio?" I asked him ready to go change if needed.

"No, let's just get in the car". So, we got inside his car. "Are u okay?" suddenly he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm good! I need to hear your song!"

I got too excited and I get very excited when I'm nervous I don't know why, but It's like I got a lot of energy all of the sudden. Anyways, so he says:

"Okay, okay but you need to know that I just got the final mix and I haven't heard it. I mean I know the entire song but I didn't hear the final mix yet" he explained.

"Omg..."

"What?"

"Wait, let me just make myself comfortable" I said while adjustin' my seat a little bit.

At this point he doesn't even hide that he's laughing at me.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, ready"

"Wait, look at me" he ordered and I obey. "I love you"

"Okay, now play the song!"

"Yo, say it back!" he replied.

"I love you, babe!"

And so the music started and he is lip singin': "This could never work, " is what we said at first. But whatever this is, it's working. But we're in two different worlds and (yeah) I'm not your husband (nah), you ain't my girlfriend. All I know is that (what?) When I'm with you, I'm a different person, yeah. And I ain't never met a chick as perfect. Girl, you're a ten, so here I am (yeah)

I literely screamed and Marshall had to stop the music.

"No, keep it goin'!" I argue.

He laughed and let the music continue: ...Can't tell if I'm cheating on her with you or cheating on you with her. But really, nobody's at fault, can't help who you love. Hope they don't ever hear us talk

'Cause we both are getting sloppy. Probably subconsciously part of me's hoping we get caught 'cause I'm not happy here (nah)

With her. Rather have you (yeah) Rather have me too. 'Cause you're not happy there (you're not happy there) With him. Rather have me (I know, but) We just in too deep (I'm in way too deep)

Marshall started singin' it out loud and I was vibin' with it the whole time. It was a good damn song. Honestly, I loved it. It truly was about us, about the start of our relationship, but there were a few things that weren't true like me havin' a wedding ring. It should say: I got a wedding ring. So it's her instead of you.

"That's it. What do u think?" he said not being able to stop smilin'

"Please, play the song one more time"

And he started to laugh again.

"Marshall!"

"Are for real? Did you loved it?" he was surprised.

"Yes, I love it!"

"Y/n..." he laughs again.

"Marshall! You're being so freakin' annoying. Play the song one more time!"

"Yo, you are just sayin that. You didn't loved it!"

"What? I do love it! Marshall!"

"Okay, okay"

He played the song again.

"I'm gonna cry" I said.

"Yo, you're hillarious!"

"That song is good as hell!"

[hustlerose]

metric fan.... what are your thoughts on art of doubt ? i'm trying to get into metric and that's the one album that's clicking with me big time... it's so good

i have strongly mixed feelings about art of doubt, and broadly about this newer era the band is in

i hated pagans in vegas. that album was a major slump. i thought they were going the way of bloc party or lcd soundsystem or any number of weirdo indie rock bands from the 00's, where they'd keep on truckin but never reach their glorious highs again...

well, it didn't turn out that way. art of doubt is a triumph, a return to form, and proof they can still write a great rock album. emily's voice is in top form. i've always loved how delicate and sincere she sounds on mic, and middle age has only made those qualities stronger. listen to her gliding across that slippery groove in "anticipate," fluttering breathlessly over the chorus of "underline the black," or balancing between warmth and sarcasm on "seven rules." performances like these make a metric album worth it

i think art of doubt contains some of the best metric songs EVER. "now or never now" is genuinely a top 10 indie rock song imo. when it's on, i never want it to end. "dressed to suppress" is a really knockout track, the kind no one else seems to make anymore. and the last 3 songs are gorgeous. they're naked and unpretentious in a way that just melts my heart

and can i just say the production is killer. metric albums are usually super crisp and detailed, but this one blows em all out of the water. every drum hit BANGS. the guitars on this whole album sound phenomenal

all that said, i think the album has problems. emily pushes her voice outside her comfort zone a few times and... sometimes that works, like on those high notes in "no lights on the horizon." sometimes it DOES NOT WORK, like when she tries to scream some lines on the title track. her voice refuses to get loud and she just yelps awkwardly. the production tries to help her out by adding some distortion, but that only makes it worse. moments like this draw attention to how one-dimensional this album is outside of some key moments.

but here's my real beef with art of doubt, as well as formentera 1 and 2. these songs have a terrible case of "bad verse, great chorus" disease. "die happy," "holding out," and "dark saturday" are the worst offenders here. the choruses sound like they're totally disconnected from the verses around them. the transitions are janky and abrupt, and when the chorus ends my only thought is "damn, i have to slog thru 30 more seconds of sludge before i can get back to the song i was enjoying." so many of the deep cuts have this problem, and it makes the whole album feel choppy and stilted

overall, i like the record. i like it a lot. but on repeated listens, i end up skipping more and more songs until i'm left with the handful i truly love. not my fav metric album, but i'll admit it's grown on me since it dropped

if you like art of doubt, do yourself a huge favor and listen to synthetica. the whole album, front to back. it's one of the greatest alt rock albums ever written. when you're done, listen to fantasies. it's their most popular, and it's equally great.

somewhere in there, find some time for this playlist i just made: metric essential deep cuts. emily doesn't get enough credit as a master lyricist and songwriter. together, the haines-shaw songwriting duo are truly special, the kind of thing you're lucky to get once in a generation. i hope this playlist makes a case for that <3

[isa-loves-you]

Telling People, You're a couple. | The Group Chat Head canons | Pt.2

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Soft willy- you and nick have been dating for almost 2 months now. It's still crazy to you that you have this man, I mean come one look at him he is the definition of what everyone wants to be or be with. respectful, good height, nice built, the funniest person you have ever met, sweet and caring nick was all these things; which is why you were kinda scared of telling people you were a couple.

It's not like you were the most horrible person to look at but you in your mind you just thought you were okay nothing special just your average joe, but to nick you were the most beautiful person he'd ever met so of course he wanted to show everyone how special he is to have you in his life. Ever since you guys started dating he's been trying to get your approval to tell his fans but you still felt a little anxious on the idea so nicked eventually stopped asking to respect your decision. 

One day you and nick were at a burger place eating lunch talking about his new album. “I don't know what I really want for the cover but I was kinda thinking if you would be able to pose for it?” Nick said looking hopeful at you “Nick I don't know, what if people connect the dots? I'm already on most of the tracks. It would be weird if I am also on the cover.”. He had to admit it would be kinda obvious but that was the whole point, he was happy that you were there to help accomplish the album and it would just be even more awesome if he got to see your face on the front of it all

“Here your refill sir” the waitress interrupted yours and nick conversation with a smile “oh thanks” “if you need anything, and i mean anything else just let me know” the waitress was basically eye fucking nick while saying her little beg of attention from nick. This mad you fucking livid like who  does she think she is talking to a random man like this and in front of his girlfriend out of all people.

“Thanks but i'm good” Nick let out an uncomfortable laugh while trying not to look at her anymore. You had to admit this girl was pretty but you were definitely better looking than her and that's all you needed in the moment to make a decision that went against your words. “You know what?I will pose for the cover "what do i have to hide” for the rest of the day. Nick couldn't stop thanking you and asking if you were sure about this but you already agreed and can't go back on it now.

Two weeks later you and Nick were drinking and  trying to think of all the different types of ways to take pictures. Since the songs on the album were based off of video games more specifically the games you could only play on the Nintendo DS you came up with  the idea of taking them on a DS. After three hours  later you and Nick finally captured the right picture to put on the album.

A couple of days passed, and Nick had posted the cover as a promotion which was the picture of you on a DS with a bold light blue font that read “Digital Dreams”. 

(This is sorta what I was going for. obvious if you don't like it you can totally imagine something else. Also credit to whoever these beautiful people are , I am jealous.)

In the caption of the post Nick had credited all the people who worked on the album including you but did it a completely different way. “I also want to thank my amazing partner for helping me throughout the process and even being on the album front and in the song @ ur username  i love you.”

You were surprised at the amount of people who were so supportive of you guys, of course there were some people who weren't, but you couldn't care. You were just happy that Nick was happy.

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Larry-  you were getting some food for you and Larry because he said he hasn't eaten all day. You and Larry have been dating for almost a month and it was the best thing that has happened to you in a while. Everyday with him was so much fun and the group was accepting of you for dating their friend.

You had gotten him and you something small because Nick and Tanner wanted you and Larry to go with them to dinner later but since Larry didn't eat you just grabbed something while you were out so he wouldn't be so hungry later. You had stepped into the house looking for Larry but he was in his room doing the podcast with the others.

You knocked on his door which he called out for you to open ��dude you didn't have to do that thank you so much” “no problem it wasn't a bother to me”. You walked up to his desk to set the food down “hi everyone” you waved to all of the boys in the call which they waved back. 

You stood there for a couple more minutes talking to them before you left to go be on your phone and leave them back with their work. Almost 45 minutes later Nick, Larry, and Tanner came out so you guys could go to dinner and have a fun night out. 

You woke up the next morning in Larry's bed since you didn't want to drive home  last night. You see Larry at his desk looking at the podcast comments, you walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder “so do they love me” you let out a small laugh. “They love you alright, it seems like they love you more than me” “well in that case switch me jobs, i would love to make dumb jokes all day “. you guys shared a laugh and a few more while looking at the comments. You were glad that the people who loved him were happy that he was with you.

[reasonsmandy]

Better than I thought

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — can i request an imagine for warren rojas where reader is a famous pop/whatever gender-singer and u meet him at a party were u are asked to perform and he is just mesmerized by your beauty and ur talent. and so he tries to flirt w u afterwards, and that’s all i have but u can modify/finish it as u wish <3 thank u in advance !

✧.* summary — To celebrate your best friend's special day you and Daisy had taken the stage to sing along with her. And since the lights focused on you, the drummer's attention has had no other owner, he was enchanted.

✧.* warnings — Mention of drugs, Reader and Warren a little more intimate (but no smut, sorry guys).

✧.* word count — 2.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I'm crazy about this man, I didn't have time to correct this one so maybe some mistakes. Hope you like it babys 🫶🏾

Finally the day had arrived, Simone Jackson was releasing her album you couldn't be more proud of her. You were friends for a long time, you grew up together and you always knew her great potential, so together with Daisy you were the biggest supporter of her choice to move, she was happy, in love and fulfilling her big dream.

You were also involved in the music business, and you had already released some songs that exploded across the country, but you still had a few months to go before you went on tour, so you were trying to make the most of your free time while you had it.

And today at the disco where Simone and Bernie worked there was going to be a party to celebrate Simone's big day, a private event for friends where everything could flow without cameras, media, and squinty eyes.

Warren was excited, he had wanted to go to a party for days but the rush of shows didn't help and now that he finally was going out he was thrilled. The invitation made by Daisy's friend had come as a surprise to him, after all they weren't as close as she was, but he loved Simone's music and was happy to go and honor her.

The place was illuminated with colored lights, several pamphlets with Simone's photo and the contact to buy the album in it were delivered at the door of the event, you watched the place with pride in your chest, you search with your eyes for your friend, and you find her with her girlfriend not far from you.

"Simone baby, I'm so proud of you!" You say hugging her tightly, she hugs you tenderly. "Hey Bernie my love, how are you?" You break the hug with Jackson and go hug the other woman.

"I'm fine Y/N, it's good to see you." She says, wrapping one of her arms around Simone who smiles at the contact.

"I have no words, the place is wonderful." You say pointing around you.

"My girls!" You can hear Daisy's voice behind you, she approaches hugging you and kissing your cheek, you return the affection.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, Daisy Jones herself?" You joke, making her laugh by hugging you tight. "I missed you."

"Missed you too." Daisy says getting out of the embrace. "It's been so long, please tell me that I'll have the chance to hear you tonight."

"Oh no Daisy, today it's Simone's day." You speak with conviction, seeing Simone roll her eyes playfully. "Not to mention, there are a lot of people here."

"Well, you better get used to it because from what I hear your show is selling out." Simone says smiling at you, it was such a good time for y'all that if you went back in time and told the group that, you wouldn't believe it.

"We're on our best days!" Daisy says, looking happier than ever.

After a few minutes Simone went on stage, she was perfect, that place was for her, she deserved it more than anyone and you were overjoyed to see her happy. You and Daisy admired her near the stage, Bernie was in the corner of it starting to test the soundboard, soon the music started to play and your eardrums were invaded by the angelic voice of Simone Jackson.

She sings the first song with a twinkle in her eyes, and when she finishes it, you can see her eyes water with joy.

"I wanted to say that this moment is a victory." She speaks with a broken voice, wanting to cry. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for some people who believed in me, in my story, in my voice, in my music… First I want to thank Bernie, my love, my partner." She turns to her girlfriend, blowing her a kiss, Bernie pretends to catch it in the air, getting her hand close to her heart.

Simone turns towards you with a smile on her face.

"Y/N, I don't have the words to thank you." She kept her eyes on you tenderly. "It was always the three of us forever, at first you and me until Daisy came along and I'm sure if it wasn't for you I would fall apart, and that's why I invite you two to sing the next song with me."

Daisy breaks into a huge smile, walking up the stairs to the stage with her arms outstretched towards Simone, you felt a little embarrassed singing without having prepared for it, but for your friends you would do anything. So you took the stage.

The nervousness leaves your body when the melody starts to play, the three of you had already done this thousands of times, it was many afternoons training and singing together that your synchrony was something as natural as daylight.

However, for Warren Rojas you were the only star of that performance, it was as if the world was frozen and he only heard your voice, he was amazed with every detail in you. His eyes sparkled with the way you sang, he was admired by how your hair looked even prettier under the lighting in the room, how your smile made him feel like he was flying, He was confused about the way you attracted him, about how he felt this magnetism pulling him to you.

"I think that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life…" Warren says to the bassist next to him, Eddie laughs.

"You think so?" Eddie says eating some of what he had on hand. "Not really my type, but she's gorgeous."

"Gorgeous?" Warren says almost in disbelief. "She's wonderful! I need to talk to her…"

The song was over and the applause took place, Warren and Eddie applauded along with everyone else, the drummer was talking to his best friend without taking his eyes off you for a moment.

"Alright, I have an idea!" Eddie says with a smile on his face, Warren looks at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" Warren asks, but his friend is already starting to walk away from him. "Hey Eddie!"

The drummer takes his hand to his face, fixing his mustache, struggling to see where his friend was going.

Eddie leaves among the people, looking for the redhead and leaving the drummer alone watching you from afar. Roundtree loved playing the cupid, so when he saw his best friend amazed by the mystery singer he needed to do something.

When he finally found Daisy you weren't with her, in fact she was talking to a group of people he had no idea who it was. He approached pulling the singer by the arm without her having time to understand what was happening.

"What happened Eddie?" She asks, smiling.

"That friend of yours..." He says, making her laugh.

"Y/N?" She asks, already knowing the answer. "I didn't think it would be you who would be interested in her."

"It's not me." The bassist says, turning to point at the drummer but not finding him amongst the crowd. "Warren is crazy about her, I swear to you Daisy if you don't introduce her to him, the poor guy will go crazy."

Daisy looked surprised, she starts laughing leaving Roundtree without understanding anything.

"Are you high?" He says, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

She probably was, but that wasn't what she was laughing about, she was laughing at the coincidence that was happening right now. When Daisy joined the six, the three friends celebrated in the apartment that Simone and Daisy shared.

"So this one right here is Graham." Daisy held the SevenEighNine album in her hands, showing the band members to her friends.

"Billy's brother?" Simone asks and Daisy nods. "Are you with us Y/N?"

Your eyes were fixed on the drummer, you just loved how his curly hair looked, honestly you loved every detail of him in that picture.

"What?" You say when you hear your name in the conversation.

"You're quiet, what happened?" Daisy says, leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing, it's just... What's this guy's name?" You point at Warren and Simone starts laughing.

"She has a thing for the drummer!" Simone says, taking a sip of her wine.

"No, hey!" You say a little embarrassed, rolling your eyes. "I just think he is cute, that's all." You say shrugging.

"His name is Warren." Daisy answers you. "But don't worry, soon you'll call him boyfriend."

"Stop!" You say laughing along with them. "I'm keeping the album."

When Daisy stopped laughing at the situation she remembered, Eddie had his arms crossed waiting for her to answer him..

"No Ed, I'm not high." She answers. "But I don't think we're going to have to do much."

"Why's that?" The bassist asks.

"Sometimes just a little push is enough." She winks at Eddie, then they start to decide what they were going to do.

You were at the disco bar, casually watching everyone around you hoping to see someone interesting. Your eyes meet Warren's across the crowd, he seems to be trying to hide that he's been looking at you for a while, you smile at him and wave, he waves back with a wink.

He takes a deep breath and walks closer to you, trying to pass between the dancing people. When you notice him approaching, nervousness takes over your body, he looked even more beautiful in person.

The drummer wore just a vest, as usual, he wore dark blue jeans and a choker on, now as he approached you could see several rings on his fingers too. You take a deep breath, averting your gaze elsewhere trying to pretend his presence doesn't make you nervous.

"Hi…" He says with a smile on his face, when he was finally next to you.

"Hey." You say turning to him, smiling with the straw in your mouth. Warren looked at you in disbelief, you were even prettier up close. "Can I help you with something?"

"Ah- I'm Warren." He looked nervous, reaching out to you, you shook his hand still smiling. "I'm Daisy's friend…"

"Oh of course!" You pretend to recognize him only now. "The drummer, isn't it?"

"That's me!" He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it gently. "It's a pleasure, miss…"

"L/N, Y/N L/N." You say your name to him, smiling at his simple act.

Warren sighs, with each word that comes out of your mouth a shiver rises in his stomach, he was sure he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

"Hey, are you there?" You say snapping your fingers in front of the drummer's face.

"Sorry, I got distracted by your beauty." He laughs, a little embarrassed, taking his hand to his curly hair, adjusting the curls.

"I don't blame you." You say moving closer to him. "I can't stop admiring you either."

Warren felt his legs go weak, he really wasn't expecting that. You looked at him with a small smile on your face and he felt that at any moment he could explode.

"You look handsome." You say close to his ear, the noise around made you believe he didn't hear you well at first.

Warren smiles at the compliment, you don't move away from him, your faces were still close which made the drummer nervous. His eyes don't leave your lips, he wanted so much to feel you close.

"You were amazing on stage, don't tell Daisy but I've never seen anyone as badass as you." He says making you laugh shaking your head.

"Thank you very much." You smile and he feels that every time he sees your smile he falls more. "Then you must know that you're my favorite drummer as well."

"Come on pretty girl, don't have to lie to me." He chuckles, licking his lips afterwards.

"I am not." You reassure him. "You are what makes 'kill you to try' so amazing, the drums in this song are perfect."

Holy shit, he was going to marry you.

"It's nice to know someone is listening." He speaks without taking his eyes off yours.

You stayed a few seconds facing each other, without saying anything, it seemed that the world had stopped while that tension grew between you. You approach him, putting your arms around his neck he automatically takes his to your waist gently.

"Get me out of here." You whisper, then kisses his jaw before looking back into his eyes, smiling innocently.

"Yes, mama" He responds, grabbing your hand and leading you to a secluded spot.

Eddie had his neck almost locked from straining to find his friend, no matter how hard he looked, there was no sign of the drummer.

"I can't find him anywhere!" Eddie says to the redhead next to him, frustrated.

"I can't find Y/N either" She says with a suspicious tone.

"I can't believe he disappeared now." Eddie was in disbelief, leaning against the wall.

"Guess we'll have to save it for later." Daisy says with a shrug.

…

Rojas pressed you against the wall, squeezing your waist while kissing your neck, you sighed with the contact while lightly pulling his curly strands. He stops kissing your neck and turns his attention to your lips, kissing you passionately as if he doesn't want to miss a moment with you.

The place was lit by few lights, but with effort you could see his pupils dilated, exuding the desire he felt. You felt shivers down your spine just watching him look at you like that.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, cupping your face gently.

"Not at all." You reply, kissing him gently again. "You know, kissing you is so much better than I thought."

"Oh so you thought about it?" He spoke in a husky voice that made your legs shake with every word he said.

"Maybe…" You shrug. "Kiss me again so I can be sure"

He laughs with his tongue between his teeth, biting his lips before kissing yours. You felt like he was going to drive you crazy with every contact, his scent was the best you've ever smelled, his hands on your body made you feel chills and his kiss made you more and more addicted.

Warren felt like he was in paradise, being able to kiss you, feeling you was like satisfying an addiction, an urgent need. With your permission, he felt every corner of your body, wanting to decorate it like a map that would guide him to paradise. He knew this wasn't going to be a one night thing, he couldn't settle for the thought that the two of you were going to become a one time thing.

He needed more of you, he wanted to know you more, know your tastes, know what you liked, what bothered you. He wanted to understand your quirks, the reason for your smiles, he wanted to wake up listening to you sing next to him, fucking hell! He wanted you.

"Now there's something I need to know." He says between pecks on your lips.

"What?" You ask, smiling at him.

"I need to know If calling you mine will be better than I thought."

You felt a chill in your stomach, that man would be the death of you. You kiss him again.

"Well, you're going to have to take me out to discover Rojas."

Eddie Roundtree: I stood there waiting for him to show up for what felt like an hour, until I gave up and got busy with other things.

Daisy Jones: I told him we wouldn't have to do much *laughing* And when I saw Y/N appear with a goofy smile on her face I was sure of it.

...

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[imholtorf]

JD tells Branch about their parents

During a camping trip as Branch asked John Dory about their parents that John Dory had waited for years.

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John Dory is sitting on a log as he is looking at book which is a family photo album. He looks at the photos of him and his brothers, and keeps turning the page every time until he stops at one with a photo of him, his brothers, and two trolls. The male troll had light cyan skin, John Dory's teal hair, and yellow eyes. The female troll had cyan skin, Branch's blue hair, and blue eyes.

The troll couple were his parents, Rowan Basil and Rose Willow. They were everything to him and his brothers, John Dory sadly sighs as he misses them. He hears a twig snap as he turns his attention to the source and saw his brothers, Poppy, and Viva "Hi, JD" Viva said "Are you alright, John Dory?" Bruce asked.

"I'm fine, I'm just...looking at our family photos" John Dory replied as his brothers come to look at photos and Branch's eyes widen at the sight of the troll couple "Is that...Mom and Dad?" he asked "Yes, it is" Clay replied as Poppy and Viva joined them. "Your parents look familiar as if I've seen them before" Viva said.

"Our mother, Rose Willow is friends with Queen Sunny, Poppy and Viva's mother. And our father, Rowan Basil is King Peppy's right-hand troll" John Dory explained "Now, I remember: Rose Willow was my babysitter when Mom and Dad go off on a date or something" Viva explained.

Branch glances at a photo of his parents, brothers, and him as an egg then something struck him "Hey, John Dory...I have a question that I wanted to be answered for all these years...What happened to Mom and Dad?" Branch asked. John Dory became hesitant before replying "When it was last time you asked that question?"

"To Grandma when I was little and she told me that to wait until I'm older" Branch said "Well, it's a good thing, she did because you were too young to understand what happened to Mom and Dad" Bruce added. As John Dory began "Years ago, when you were just a baby, just six months old..."

(Flashback)

Young John Dory was practicing his band song and choreography as he is unaware of a bergen approaching "I was so busy with by practice, I didn't hear my parents trying to warn me" John Dory said as Rowan and Rose Willow saw the bergen approaching their oldest son "John Dory! Watch out!" Rowan shouted as he and his wife rushed towards him, but the young JD didn't listen to him and the bergen is getting closer "Watch out, son!" Rose Willow shouted.

John Dory turns around as he saw his parents then the bergen as was about to grab him until his father shoved him out of the way as he and his wife were grabbed instead "Mom! Dad!" young JD shouted as he extends his hair for his parents to grab on as they did.

"Hold on, I got you" young JD said "John Dory..." Rose Willow said "Don't worry, I'll get you out!" young John Dory exclaimed "John Dory" Rowan said "What?" young JD replied "Just let go" Rowan said. "What? But, I need you guys, so do my brothers, and so does Branch" young JD protested "Your grandma will take care of you and your brothers" Rowan replied.

"John Dory...take of your brothers, do you promise?" Rose Willow asked as the young John Dory is bursting tears "I promise" he replied "Here's something to remember me" Rowan said as he removes his face goggles and tossed it to John Dory as he catches it "Tell your brothers that we love them so much" Rose Willow said "I will" young JD said as his parents let go of his hair. John Dory watches the bergen walk away with his parents as he glances his father's face goggles then he began walk back to the pod.

At the pod...

John Dory arrived at the pod as Grandma Rosiepuff and his brothers saw him, they were happy to see him until they saw his sad expression "What's wrong?" Grandma Rosiepuff asked "Are those Dad's goggles?" Spruce asked "Where's Mom and Dad?" Clay asked. John Dory answered as he explained what happened and his brothers became heartbroken as Grandma Rosiepuff comforts her grandsons despite being heartbroken.

The brothers were asleep in their beds as they are woke up by Branch's cry. John Dory got out of his bed and pulls Branch out of his crib "You miss Mom and Dad, don't you?" JD said as Branch continued crying which he takes it as a yes. "I miss them too...I wanted to save them" he explained as Branch stopped crying and listen to his oldest brother "but they told me take care of my brothers especially you" JD said as he bursts into tears and Branch placed his baby hands on JD's face then JD brings Branch closer to him and snuggles him "And I will keep their promise, Grandma and the four of you are what I have left, and I will make our parents proud, Baby Brother" JD said as Branch smiles and goes to sleep.

(Flashback ends)

"Then that day when Brozone broke up, I felt like that I had failed our parents' promise and blamed myself for all of this. A failure as a band leader, a brother, a son, and a grandson. For years, I've been living with that guilt, and I let Mom, and Dad, even Grandma down as all of this is my fault" John Dory explained as he bursts into tears and sniffs then wiped his tears away. His three younger brothers comfort him as Branch stood there in shock from everything that John Dory told him before replying.

"I can relate to that, John Dory" he said as everyone looked at him and Poppy knew what Branch is going to say "I know what is like to lose someone you love and blame yourself for this...When I was a little kid, I was in the song, I didn't hear my grandma trying to warn me. She saved me from being taken away from the bergen chef and gets taken instead. I was heartbroken when she was took away that I lost my true colors and became gray. For 20 years, I lived with trauma and believing it was my fault for Grandma's death" Branch explained as he wipes his tears.

His brothers were surprised by this, Branch had already told them what happened to her, but they didn't knew he was responsible for her death. John Dory placed his hand on Branch's shoulder "No it's not...It's not your fault grandma died" he said as Branch listens to John Dory "Grandma sacrificed herself to save you so you can live. And, I now realized that our parents' death is not my fault either, they sacrificed themselves so I can live too, if weren't for them you and I wouldn't be here today" he explained as Branch smiles then hugs John Dory and John Dory is touched by this gesture as he hugs him back then Bruce, Clay, and Floyd joined in.

Poppy and Viva were bursting into tears and trying to hold their sobbing "This is the most beautiful family moment, I've ever seen" Poppy said "Me too" Viva added. "Let's take a photo to remember this" Bruce suggested as everyone gather around to get ready for photo. Viva readies the camera then she quickly runs to the group as the camera took their photo.

John Dory steps out of the group and approaches the camera, the photo prints out as he pulls it out to examine it "Is it good?" Viva asked as John Dory gave her a thumbs-up "It's perfect" he replied.

As he looks at the description of the photo: he, Branch, and Poppy were sitting on the ground. Viva, Clay, Bruce, and Floyd were behind them. The photo reminds him of another like this, he picks up the family album and founds the photo he is looking for. It was him, his brothers, and his parents.

He, his mom, and Bruce/Spruce were on the floor. Clay, Floyd, and his dad were sitting on the couch as he was holding Branch. "I'm made you very proud, Mom and Dad, and we are now looking out for each other, I wished you met Bruce's kids, you would be more than excited to become grandparents" John Dory said.

Rowan Basil and Rose Willow (c) @rootsbe4branches-trolls

[black-arcana]

EPICA's Next Album Will Be Band's 'Most Epic' Release So Far

In a recent interview with Spain's Mariskal Rock, EPICA singer Simone Simons spoke about the progress of the recording sessions for the follow-up to 2021's "Omega" album. She said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I think that there should be a single by the end of the summer-ish. That's that's our plan. And the album should be released [in] 2025.

"I just wrote with Mark [Jansen, guitar] and Rob [Van Der Loo, bass] also yesterday that I'm so happy with the songs, I'm so proud how everything turned out and it's gonna be another amazing EPICA album.

"We added a couple of new elements, but also went back to the roots, the old EPICA," she continued. "And yeah, I just can't wait for people to hear this.

"I loved 'Omega' and we toured so much with 'Omega' and had wonderful experiences, but then when you reach the end of a touring cycle, you start to get itchy and feel, 'Okay, now it's time to do the new album. Can we do it as good or maybe even better than the last album?' That's always the thing we strive for, ways to renew ourselves a little bit. And we feel a very strong spiritual connection also that it's our ninth album. So there's gonna be themes around the symbolic meaning of nine, the number nine."

Elaborating on the musical direction of EPICA's next album, Simone said: "The songs are heavy. There's a beautiful ballad, a very cinematic song, very uptempo, very doomy, melancholic and amazing, amazing power riffs. It's the most epic EPICA, I think, so far. Yeah, I think so. I mean, I'm feeling it. I'm very happy with it. I'm proud of it. And they are going to start recording the orchestra now next week. They're flying to Prague; that's where we record the orchestra. And I will be recording my final vocals as well."

In November 2022, EPICA released "The Alchemy Project" through Atomic Fire Records. The EP was co-written and performed with diverse guests ranging from extremists like FLESHGOD APOCALYPSE, Niilo Sevänen (INSOMNIUM) and Björn "Speed" Strid (SOILWORK) along with melodic masters like Tommy Karevik (KAMELOT),keyboard legend Phil Lanzon (URIAH HEEP) and Roel Van Helden (POWERWOLF) to a once-in-a-lifetime song with Simons, Charlotte Wessels and Myrkur.

Just one day after the release of its anniversary reissues "We Still Take You With Us" and "Live At Paradiso", EPICA celebrated 20 years of existence live in September 2022 at 013 in Tilburg, Netherlands, the same place where they played their first show (supporting ANATHEMA) back in 2002.

EPICA was formed by Jansen after leaving AFTER FOREVER in 2002, and the band quickly gained attention outside their home country, taking big steps towards becoming the leading symphonic metal superpower they have long proven to be. After their ambitious debut "The Phantom Agony" (2002) and the surprisingly eclectic sophomore work "Consign To Oblivion" (2005),the road took them to new heights via their first concept masterpiece "The Divine Conspiracy" (2007) and their global breakthrough "Design Your Universe" (2009). 2012's opus "Requiem For The Indifferent", 2014's bedazzling "The Quantum Enigma" and "The Holographic Principle" (2016),cemented their reputation as not only one of the hardest-working metal bands in the business but also as one of the best. With "Omega", the final part of the metaphysical trilogy they began with "The Quantum Enigma", they reclaimed the throne without so much as the blink of an eye, amassing three million-plus streams during the first week of the album's release.

Photo credit: Tim Tronckoe

[whatwouldsylwrite]

Sine waves

Summary: Abby meets you at the party and guess what? She wants you. You seem to want her too, but unfortunately, the key word here is seem.

Tags: player!abby x trust issues!reader. Drinking (concerning amount), swearing. Abby's pov only. One shot, no smut, angst with happy ending. Abby is kinda pathetic and sad, reader smokes and has issues. It's messy and basically is meant to be like little notes/snippets.

I wanted to do another band notes for Abby with Arctic Monkeys but this what actually happened, because Alex Turner's lyrics just hit me differently. I even made a collage thingy for it! There's ton of references to AM album outside used lyrics, if you find them tell me <3

In case you haven't heard Arctic Monkeys before I recommend listening to AM album before reading this.

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Abby gulps her whiskey and looks across the room. She's had her eyes on you for a while now: something about you made her want you, but not in a way she usually wants her girls. Is that your eyes are just a little colder, a little more serious, a little more piercing than it is comfortable? 

Abby's girls are sweet and gentle and smell of flowers, and she likes them this way. 

You look like you smell of wet smoke, and Abby can't help herself when she sees you going to the balcony on the fire exit. 

She follows you, holding a brand new glass of whiskey in her hand, curious to death and with an ache in her lower stomach. 

You are leaning on the wall as you take a deep breath, and Abby comes closer, making you look at her. 

"Nice night, right?" Abby asks as she leans on the railing, standing opposite of you. 

You chuckle and Abby recognises that chuckle: it's a chuckle girls have when they know who she is. 

"Yeah. I'm (y/n)." You smile and reach out for a handshake.

"Abby." Abby shakes your hand gently, making her touch linger. Your hand is a little cold.

"I've heard about you." You chuckle again, and Abby feels her stomach getting hot. You look so fucking good with this little smirk that she wants to press you into the wall right this second.

"Good things, I hope?" Abby smirks back and steps closer, reading your reaction, but you are relaxed and enjoying her attention, not trying to move away from her.

"I just wish people would be more grateful." You murmur and look her in the eyes with that piercing stare that makes her feel undressed. 

That makes Abby blink. 

"What?" 

"You make them cum pro bono and they brag about it like if it was your duty to make them feel good. Not cool." You take out a pack of cigarettes and light one up, exhaling to the side. 

Abby stares at you, trying to decipher your words. Was it an insult or a compliment? 

"That was too deep." Abby laughs quietly. 

"I know." You shrug. "At least there are still people who sing songs about your skills."

"Yeah?" Abby smirks again and now her hand is on the wall, right next to your hip. "Wanna check if they're right?"

You laugh at this, but it's not mean or an attempt to play hard to get, no. You laugh like Abby said something cute. 

"I believe them." Your free hand is on her shoulder.

Abby smirks and takes away your cigarette before leaning down to kiss you.

You taste awful after smoking but she doesn't mind the bitterness, she doesn't care she'll taste like cigarettes after, because you kiss back like you're dangerous, and Abby gets thrills. 

Your hands are moving down to her waist and you knead her sides to get her closer like you are in charge here. Abby likes it. 

She likes the way you take what you want from her, the way you pull her hips and move her jaw. 

Even more, she likes when you turn you both around and press her into the wall, slotting your knee between her thighs. Abby pulls you closer by your hair, biting down on your bottom lip as you sink your nails into her sides. Oh, it feels good. 

She can't wait to take you apart. 

"Wanna get out of here?" Abby asks as she moves her lips along your neck, biting gently. You're breathing heavily and she basks in it.

"No, sweets." You say and Abby stops to look at you, surprised by your answer and your pet name. "I'm not going further than making out."

"Why?" The question is dumb, Abby knows it. People have different reasons and she is not an asshole to try and talk someone into it after hearing no, but she is surprised. 

"I don't do one night stands." You move away a little. "This is as far as you can get."

"Then I want it all." Abby sighs and kisses you again, not caring she'll spend her night just like this. 

Abby doesn't understand how fucked she is until much later. Not after three other parties that she spends making out with you and keeping her hands on your waist. She doesn't care you're not fucking, you're so addictive one touch feels better than orgasm. 

She still has a lot of girls looking at her, wanting her, but she only sees you.

"Wanna go on a date with me?" Abby asks as you try to even out your breath, your lips red and swollen. 

You tense in her arms.

"No." That hurts. 

"Why?"

"You do understand you're asking this because you want to have sex with me?" 

"How do you know that?" Abby is irritated. You don't get to tell her how she feels. You don’t get to put your insecurities back on her. 

"We're not doing this." You cut her with a cold glance and she knows this is the end. 

You stop coming to the parties if Abby is there. 

Abby gets drunk. She is at home and hasn't eaten today and the whiskey hits her way too fast. She opens her Instagram and finds your account. 

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week

She is left on read. 

She calls you and you don't pick up. 

It's three am and Abby hops from the bar to the bar with her friends, and she is having fun. She sees you in the crowd, she blinks, and it isn't you. 

thought I saw you just now

are you out ?

I want to see you

Are you drunk?

Does it matter

She is left on read again. She finds a pretty girl who doesn't smell of cigarettes and fucks the living lights out of her that night.

Come tomorrow

I'm not going to ask you out again 

 I promise

"Fuck." Abby sighs as she presses you against her with such force she is probably hurting you. She missed you. She missed you too much. 

"You really need to get fucked, sweets." You chuckle and kiss her neck. 

I'm too busy being yours, she thinks, but doesn't say shit to you: she knows you won’t believe her. 

"I do, don't I?" Abby smirks and she pushes her hands under your shirt just to taste the waters. 

"No." Your stare is cold and piercing and Abby puts her hands away.

"Are you going to ever tell me the fuck is up with you?"

"What, you haven't figured it out yet?" Your smirk doesn't reach your cold eyes and Abby stops for a second to really look at you.

"Was I supposed to?" She knows. She knows what is up with you. She figured it out the first time you said no, but she wants to see if you're brave enough to say it. 

"Trust issues." You say it with such ease as if it isn’t a big fucking problem. 

The push and pull is annoying. Having her hands and lips on you just to be put in her place is annoying. Everything is annoying. The girl under her smells like Gucci and she hates it. 

I can handle it

Why do you only text me when you're drunk?

Is Abby drunk again? Yes. Are you avoiding her again? Yes. Did she try to ask you out again? Yes. Is she crying? Big fucking yes.

"Abby, what the fuck? Do you think you might have a problem with alcohol?" You sound sleepy and Abby smiles anyway, just happy to hear your voice. 

"Maybe I do." She says quietly and you're silent for a second.

"Where are you?"

It catches Abby off guard. 

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're drunk and you're crying. Where are you?"

Abby sits in your car and you're smoking, your window is rolled down as you shake off the ash. It smells disgusting but Abby loves it because it's you. 

"What happened?" You ask as you turn the steering wheel and it's so sexy Abby just stares. She is a fucking mess isn't she?

"You happened." She says, hurt. 

"You were crying because of me?" You ask as if it's a surprise. 

"No, because my favourite basketball team lost, of course because of you." Abby spits, angry. "I'm so sick of it, (y/n)."

"Of what exactly?" You ask as if Abby is an unreasonable child and you're tired of it.

"Stop it, you're not stupid. I'm in fucking love with you. I wanna be your fucking hair brush if it means I'll be yours, you understand?" Abby doesn’t wait for your answer. “But you think you know better, and you fucking don’t. Your fucking problems are your problems, don’t fucking project them onto me, you hear me?”

You don’t say anything in return and Abby continues.

“Just fucking.. Snap out of it.” Abby huffs. 

“How many girls have you slept with since we’ve met, Abby?” Your voice is tight and your question just makes Abby more angry.

“Two. Two. And I fucking hated it. How many people have you made out with since we’ve met?” And Abby knows the number is not zero, because she saw. “I don’t ask you to trust me, I’m just asking for a chance.” The tears are sliding down Abby’s cheeks and you pull over. 

“Can we talk about it in the morning?” Your voice is uncharacteristically gentle and Abby can’t say a word as you wipe her tears. She gives up and nods, knowing it won’t go anywhere anyway. 

It’s not exactly morning when Abby wakes up, it’s way past afternoon and she is not at her home. She is somewhere else and memories are not coming back anytime soon, but she doesn't need her memories, because she can smell you. It's faint, but it's there: cigarettes and mint. And the shirt you usually wear to parties, and pictures she's never seen are on the walls. It makes her sick.

You're cooking in the kitchen and Abby doesn't know what to do or what to say. Why did you even bring her here?

"Are you okay?" You ask in your stupid cold impersonal manner and Abby frowns.

"Yeah. Why am I here?"

"You don't remember?"

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't want me anywhere near you, (y/n)."

"You wanna do this now or after you have breakfast?"

Abby sighs and goes to wash her face in your bathroom.

"I'm sorry." You say and your eyes are not cold for once.

Abby feels like she is hit by a fucking train.

"Listen. I know you have issues, okay?" Abby sighs. She doesn't need you apologies because there is nothing to forgive.

"I didn't want to hurt you." You look to the side and Abby knows you're upset. She knows you didn't believe her before and she knows you weren't being an asshole on purpose.

"You didn't." Abby takes your hand in hers and she knows it's pathetic that she is crawling back to you every fucking time, but she won't stop herself. "One chance is all I want. You call the shots."

Abby sees it. She sees how your cold eyes melt and water, and you blink to hide it, but she catches it with her thumbs by the corners of your eyes.

"I just wanna be yours." You whisper and Abby stops breathing for a second before her hand guides you into a kiss.

The kiss leaves Abby breathless, like if she is suffocating in space, but she loves it as long she hears you saying are you mine to answer with baby, I'm yours until the end of time.

[slavghoul]

Interview from Classic Rock Magazine #309

What stands out in your memories of 2022?

TF: Going back to touring was a fantastic feeling! In the beginning it felt almost unreal; still with a bit of restriction, which was kind of unintuitive, but the last tour we did, in August/September, was as good as normal. We released the record when we said we would, we managed to back it up with seventy shows. We cancelled one show in total. That's a good result.

Impera has dark, historically rooted themes, but it's also music that makes the listener feel so many things - joy, aggression, excitement, sorrow... After such a turbulent couple of years there's something cathartic about that.

I am very happy about how the record came out, and that it seems to be well-received among our fans. That's a tremendous feeling. I feel like I managed to do a lot of things I set out to do. We're gonna continue next year, we still have a lot of things to do. But right now we're just recharging a little.

Kaisarion has been a hit live. For a song about the brutal murder of a female Roman philosopher, it really gets the party going.

Yeah, I'm still surprised that with a song that does what it does - and was so well received and opened up the shows - there's never been talk about turning it into a single. Which I don't understand. But at the end of the day it's a label decision, and people around that decide which ones will, quote-unquote, 'work best'. And I've realised that I'm not really capable of choosing. I remember Mary On A Cross was a B-side.

It's weird how that happens with some songs.

Yeah, I must say I feel very optimistic with regards to how that song is taking a life on its own. Even though it was technically a B-side on a fun additional thing [2019's Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic] - it was not our main single from a new album we have always played it ever since it came out, on every show. Maybe a few exceptions, but I've always pushed that song as something that I felt very good about.

On that subject, you're viral on TikTok now. What is it about that platform that appeals?

I hardly knew what it was until two months ago! I have two almost fourteen-year-old kids, so of course I'd heard the phenomenon mentioned. It's an insanely big thing among kids and teenagers. What happens is they create these short snippets, funny, sad or emotional clips, to which they often tag some sort of music or sound. And if you are a creator of sound or music, you might be tagged on to a clip that might go 'viral'. That way you hit a lot more people that you might never entertain, you know, aiming your guns at. So it's a bit of a crap-shoot as well. We are not a big mainstream act, so obviously there's going to be a mixed bag of reactions. Because people in general are kind of strange to a lot of these aesthetics of rock, and especially the darker aspects of it.

It has brought the band more attention.

But if all that attention is a good or a bad thing, we do not know yet. There have been people who might have come on to the track, and as soon as they see what the band is about - or what they perceive the band to be about - there's backlash, because it's like: "Oh my, God fearing hater!" "I don't like it!" "This is communist bullshit!" So there are two sides of the coin. But it's a great bonus if we can get new people, especially kids, into liking rock music or other things, or if it makes them feel in any way better-informed, if you will.

Do you think TikTok will be a bigger deal for musicians in the future?

I don't know. I think when you're a musician, and you're making records, you need to have a certain strategic mind. But your job at the end of the day is making records and playing live. That is the heart of the matter. If you sit around waiting for a viral thing to happen, you can wait a long fucking time.

Back in May, the identities of the Nameless Ghouls were confirmed on social media. How do you feel about them not being strictly nameless any more?

Well, they haven't really been for quite some time. So for me it was not an overnight sensation. As long as it doesn't in any way interfere with what we are doing, there's no desire that I have for people not to feel proud or happy about what they're doing.

You've lamented not being able to play more guitar. If you could be the guitarist for a day in any band, which would it be?

Good question. There's several bands. I would have loved to be what Mick Taylor was in 1969, coming into the Rolling Stones at their best era - but I would have stayed around! That would have been a great experience. Very fun music to play. Definitely within the limits of what I can play really well. I spent a lot of time as a kid learning how to play guitar. Otherwise I would love to play in the Red Hot Chilli Peppers; I love what John Frusciante does. Def Leppard might be a good fit too. Joe Elliott spoke very highly of Impera when it came out. That would have also been really cool. Also a fantastic band. In an alternative reality, in an alternative life, I would have wanted to do a lot of other things. But I did hear that [Joe said those things], and it was very heartwarming, of course. A very big honour.

[lockes-woods]

Stuck Chapter 26

A/N: Hey, sorry again for another unintentional hiatus. I'm fine but work/apply for school have been crazy this past month. I'm most likely not going to have a set posting schedule til November at the earliest. Since this is going to be my last fall not in school for a while I'm going to attempt kinktober. Anyway I hope you enjoy the update it took a while but it's a biggin.

Warning: PIV, oral (m. receiving), masturbation, spanking, name calling (ex whore or slut), (LMK if I missed anything).

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“That should be the last of it,” Mihawk said, as Himiko finished tetrising the last box in place. She nodded, a shiver shooting through her at the late December air. She was normally fine in the winter, but the wind chill always cut through to her bones no matter how many layers she had on. It didn’t help that they were up before sunrise. She hit the button on the side of the car to allow a gentler closing of the trunk. She tried her best to be mindful of Shanks as he lay splayed out in the middle row. The redhead had woken up with a nasty hangover. Thankfully his hangovers manifested as headaches and light sensitivity. Mihawk had already assured her that if he were to get sick it would have happened right after he woke up. Because of his discomfort, Himiko and Mihawk did the brunt of the work loading the car, while he set up in the middle row with earplugs, a blanket, and preemptive sunglasses.

“Ready, love?” Mihawk asked as he reemerged from the building after returning the cart.

“Yeah,” she nodded circling around to the car to the front passenger seat. She once again closed the door with just enough force to pull shut. Mihawk was less careful as he slammed the driver’s side door shut. Shanks groaned in protest. She could hear him rustling to get comfortable again, before his breathing even out again as he fell back to sleep.

“What would you like to listen to?” Mihawk asked, buckling his seatbelt.

“Will Shanks be okay if we listen to music?” She asked.

“I’ve already changed the programming so that the sound will only come out in the front speakers.’ Mihawk answered, shifting into drive, “Feel free to connect to the Bluetooth and play whatever you like.”

Himiko hummed to herself as she tried to decide what music Mihawk would like. But then again, he did say they could listen to whatever she likes. She held herself back from jumping as Mihawk’s right hand moved from the PRNDL stick to resting on her upper thigh. In her shock, she accidentally pressed play on the last album she had played, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, by Chappell Roan. She bit her lip trying to keep herself composed as Femininomenon started to play through the speakers.

 He absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb up and down on her legging-clad thigh. For a simple gesture, it garnered all of her attention.

“Who is this artist?” Mihawk asked after listening to the line, ‘I got a wand and a rabbit.’ In the song Red Wine Supernova. Shanks’s lack of comments on that particular lyric confirmed that he was really asleep.

“Her name’s Chappell Roan, she’s been making music for a while now, her fame grew this past summer. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really start listening to her music until recently after Sanji insisted, we listen to the whole album at work. She’s grown on me a lot after that. What do you think of her?” Himiko asked.

“I’m not sure yet, I think I’ll have to listen more before I form an opinion.”

“Well, that’s good because I was gonna listen to the whole album either way.” Himiko joked.

“Is that right?” Mihawk asked as they reached the suburbs surrounding the city. Because of the early hour there were little to no cars around and even fewer pedestrians.

“Mmmhm,” Himiko hummed, “That’s what you get for having a twenty-something sugar baby,”

“Love if that’s the worst of it I’m happy to suffer through,” Mihawk responded, with a firm squeeze of her thigh and a small quirk of his lip.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” she asked as they continued to make their way out of the city’s limits.

“There’s a small drive through coffee shop about halfway that we always stop in at. When we get to the lake house we normally unpack and then stop in at the diner at the base of the mountain for breakfast. Generally speaking, things get more expensive the higher up on the mountain you go. You’ll probably meet Judith and Marge either when we get there or sometime today. If they’re too busy to meet up they normally leave a baked good and a note with any issues with the property that have happened since we were last there for the summer.”

“Judith is the psychic, and Marge is the owner of the sex shop, right?” Himiko clarified.

“Yes, it’s actually funny we met them separately and only found out they were a couple after Marge invited us over for dinner one night.”

“How did you meet them?” Himiko asked as they left the city and got onto the highway. The sun had just begun to rise.

“We met Judith first, while she does psychic reading year-round, she has a stall at the local farmer’s market to draw in tourists.” Mihawk started, “We met Marge later that week while exploring the town. Our first few summers there we rented a cabin. We met them about two years before we bought the lakeside property. We would have never invested in it without their help keeping up the maintenance.”

“Do you believe in psychics?” Himiko asked. Mihawk hummed to himself for a moment, taking time to fully take in the question.

“While my gut reaction is no, I don’t entirely doubt them. I’ve seen a lot of life and death in my occupation. I believe in giving credit when credit is due, and I’ve seen the comfort people have found in psychics, religions, and other ways of thinking. If it is what someone needs to continue holding on to, that belief is what makes it real. I believe those types of spiritual relationships only possess the power one gives them. And I would never want to take that peace away from someone. So, while my surface-level answer is no, I do believe that the relief psychics can give to certain people of a similar mindset is priceless. As long as there are no ill intents, I don’t see any issue with it.”

Himiko nodded as she took in all of what Mihawk was saying.

“While it seems a little silly in retrospect after my dad’s passing, I used to write him letters and get him cards for his birthday, Christmas, and Father’s Day. I’ve always straddled the line between agnostic and atheist, but I will never be able to quantify the comfort those letters and cards gave me at the time. While I do it less now, I still write him occasionally when I’m having a particularly hard time.” She finished keeping her eyes locked on the road ahead of her. The area became less and less developed as they drove on, now to the point that they were surrounded by snow-covered evergreen trees as far as they could see.

“I don’t think that’s silly,” he responded glancing down at her with soft eyes, “You found a non-harmful way to express your overwhelming emotions. If it made you feel better, then that’s all the validity you need.”

Himiko blinked back tears as she turned her head to look out her seat’s window, a genuine smile stretching across her lips. Mihawk gave her thigh another small squeeze as they sat in comfortable silence before the current song transitioned into, HOT TO GO!. The pair both laughed at the juxtaposition of their conversation and the current song’s vibe. Himiko’s tears were gone as fast as they came. Before she knew it they were exiting the highway and were pulling into a small ‘U’ shaped driveway in the middle of nowhere. After taking in the small building in the middle did it hit her that this was the coffee shop Mihawk had mentioned earlier. They were officially halfway. Mihawk ordered his standard vanilla oat milk latte, while Himiko ordered a peppermint bark blended coffee drink and they ordered Shanks a hot black coffee.

The redhead only began to stir in his sleep as they pulled away from the stand and the smell of coffee enveloped their car once Mihawk rolled his window back up.

“How far are we out?” Shanks questioned, voice still gravelly from sleep. Mihawk gave Himiko a knowing look as she reflexively squeezed her thighs together at the sound of his voice. While she was grateful, that he hadn’t made a comment, his little smirk worried her about what he would do with this new information.

“We’re about halfway love,” Mihawk answered, as they took the on-ramp back onto the highway. Shanks hummed in response taking out his earplugs out and nursing his cup of coffee. His blanket and shades stayed put.

“Are you feeling any better?” she asked sipping on her frozen drink, as she watched him from the rearview mirror.

“A bit,” he groaned, “I’ll be better after I finish my coffee.”

“You’d really feel better if you drank an electrolyte drink before we left,” Mihawk lectured, “You know coffee only makes you more dehydrated.”

Shanks only hummed in response as he took a large sip of his coffee, blatantly ignoring his husband.

“Who are we listening to?” Shanks asked, shifting up into a sitting position.

“Chappell Roan, the next song coming up is my favorite from this album,” Himiko answered, as Pink Pony Club rang out through the speakers. They sat in content silence as they listened through to the end of the album.

“Love, if you’re up for it we’d like to discuss our expectations for our relationship,” Mihawk said, as he clicked off the speakers.

“Okay?” Himiko responded, while she knew they were bound to have this conversation at some point today, she didn’t expect it to be this early. But then again it may make more sense to get it out of the way before they officially started their vacation.

“I know we were set to decide the hard guidelines of our relationship as it developed at a later date. I believe now is that time,” Mihawk started.

“That makes sense,” Himiko nodded in agreement.

“To address the elephant in the room we should probably start with your romantic relationships outside of ours,” Mihawk suggested.

Shanks scooted over to the middle seat to be heard easier, “But before we start, I did want to apologize for my comment last night about you wanting to end the relationship. It was out of line and uncalled for.”

“It’s okay, I knew you didn’t really mean it.” She responded.

“It wasn’t okay though,” Shanks started, “It was from a place of jealousy and misplaced anger. I don’t want you to ever feel like it’s okay for me or anyone else to talk to you like that.”

“Okay,” Himiko nodded, taking a sip of her drink, as she processed what he was saying.

“Piggybacking off of that, not to speak for both of us, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing you with anyone other than Shanks,” Mihawk said, Himiko could see Shanks nodding in agreement from the rear-view mirror.

“That makes sense,” Himiko agreed, “I wouldn’t want to risk either of your sexual health by being with someone else.”

Mihawk and Shanks shared a look before replying.

“While that is a factor, it’s a small one,” Mihawk started before Shanks cut him off.

“Baby we don’t want to see you with anyone else. Not to sound possessive, but we want you. If my jealousy last night, and my reaction to your kiss wasn’t enough indication. We don’t like seeing you with anyone else, we want you for ourselves.”

“Oh,” Himiko responded somewhat dumbfounded, “I-I didn’t think you felt so strongly about that.”

“Baby, I think you need to give yourself more credit. While you’re so smart you’ve been very thick-skulled about our attraction to you.” Shanks said while Mihawk nodded in response.

“I hate to say it, but it’s true darling.” Mihawk started, giving her thigh a tight squeeze, “Even now it doesn’t seem like you have even begun to understand how attracted we are to you, and how desperately we want you.”

“Okay,” Himiko nodded after a moment, “So, we’re officially exclusive?” she clarified.

“Yes,”

“Yeah,” Mihawk and Shanks responded immediately.

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” she asked, as they merged into the off-ramp. According to the GPS they were only ten minutes out.

“Just to check in, have you given any thought to whether or not you’ll be keeping your jobs during the spring semester?” Shanks asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” Himiko answered honestly, “It’s not that I don’t trust your funds or anything like that, I just don’t know how to operate without being that level of busy.”

“That’s what worries us, love,” Mihawk said, turning off into a side road, they were only a few minutes out, “We’re scared at your potential to burn out if you keep burning the candle at both ends.”

“Especially if you are planning on being a full-time student,” Shanks added.

“Okay, I promise I’ll give it some thought, I will have to give my two weeks as soon as we get back.” She responded, thinking out the details as she talked.

“That’s all we ask,” Mihawk said, as they pulled into a long freshly plowed driveway. The rest of the property and surrounding area had a decent covering of snow. His hand moved from her thigh to shift from drive to park once they settled up next to a purple jeep.

“Huh, looks like Judith and Marge beat us here,” Shanks commented, stepping out of the car. He groaned at the unfiltered light of the sun without the car’s tinted windows. Mihawk and Himiko followed suit as they made their way to the trunk of the car. The door had just finished its slow automatic opening when She spotted two older women standing on the back porch to their right. She followed after Shanks and Mihawk as they went to greet the caretakers.

Based on the descriptions they had told her she assumed the older black woman on the left was Judith and the older asian woman on the right was Marge. If it weren’t for the gray in their hair Himiko would have guessed they were in their early fifties instead of their late sixties. They were definitely close with Mihawk and Shanks, at least enough to tailor to their comfort levels. Both women greeted Shanks with a hug and then gave Mihawk a handshake. Before Himiko could even begin to feel awkward Judith gave her a warm smile.

“You must be Himiko,” Marge said as the men moved to the side allowing Himiko through.

“Um, yeah, it’s nice to meet both of you,” Himiko managed to get out through her nerves. This was the first time she interacted with anyone outside of her friend group (and Boa) who knew about the dimensions of her relationship with the couple.

“Oh, baby there’s no reason to feel nervous, we’re no strangers to polyamory. You should have seen the polycule networks of queer women in the 70s.” Judith laughed, causing her to smile back in response.

“This is your sugar baby?” Marge asked rhetorically, “She’s too beautiful for either one of you let alone both, you better be paying her well.” She paused before turning to Himiko, “Sweetheart, are they paying you well?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Himiko answered rushed as she felt her face begin to heat up from Marge’s aggressive compliment.

“And she’s polite to her elders,” Judith mused, “Sweetheart if this doesn’t work out, I think you’d be perfect for our granddaughter.”

Marge hummed in agreement, “That’s true, you’d make a very cute couple.”

“Okay, okay,” Shanks cut in trying to reel the conversation back, “We didn’t bring her here for you to set her up with Amy. We brought her because she’s already in a relationship,” He said, gesturing to him and Mihawk, “And we’d like to spend more unobstructed time with her.”

“I just think she deserves to know her options,” Judith said raising her hands up defensively.

“I agree,” Marge said, backing her wife up.

“Not to bring this back on topic, but were there any major issues while we were gone?” Mihawk asked with a small, amused quirk on his lips. The conversation shifted to home repairs, raccoons getting into the garbage, and a small bat infestation in the attic that had all been dealt with. The older couple walked with Shanks around the property as they spent just as much time filling him in on home repairs, as they did on the small-town gossip. Meanwhile, Mihawk and Himiko unloaded the car and got each item to its designated spot, leaving the real unpacking to take place after breakfast. While Himiko knew factually that they owned a lake house, she didn’t expect it to be so big. She had been picturing a small, but comfortable cabin in the woods.

It was larger than any home she had ever lived in with her father. The main floor consisted of an open floor plan kitchen/living room area and had a wall of glass facing the lake. There was also a laundry room, and a half bath as well as access to the two-car garage. The second floor had two full baths, one for the three guestrooms, and the other in the master bedroom. Himiko brought up her suitcase, the last thing to be unpacked, up to the master bedroom while Shanks and Mihawk caught up with the older couple. She hummed to herself as she made her way through the second floor to their bedroom. It had a similar layout to their bedroom back in the city. There was a huge bed and bathroom fit with a tub big enough for the three of them. Instead of a glass wall that led out to a balcony in the city, there was a terrace with multiple pots of plants that had been snowed over. The only thing that struck her as weird was the two doors that weren’t open. She knew logically that one was most likely a walk-in closet, it was the other one she couldn’t figure out. When she opened the door closest to her it confirmed her theory that it was a walk-in closet. She parked her suitcase there before exploring next door.

When she first walked in it looked like another smaller closet, except instead of clothing hanging from the hooks, there were various ropes of different sizes, thicknesses, and materials. Outside of that, there was a sleek black dresser. Himiko glances over her shoulder before opening the top drawer to the dresser. Even though she was in a relationship with the couple it felt kinda dirty to go through their things. It was filled with sex toys, specifically ones that those with penises would enjoy. One drawer had cock rings, other vibrators, another had a fleshlight, and other insertion toys. Himiko could feel the blood rush to her face as she closed the last drawer and slowly backed out of the closet. She turned around to shut the door, stopping just short of running right into Mihawk’s chest. He gently held onto her waist to steady her, as she rested her hand on his chest for balance.

“Having fun snooping love?” Mihawk asked in a teasing tone. If she didn’t already feel flustered, she certainly did now.

“Um-I” she started, losing her train of thought as she got lost in Mihawk’s eyes.

“It’s alright darling, you were bound to explore that closet at some point this week.” Mihawk said with a slight upturn of his lips, “Though unsurprisingly you found it ten minutes in.”

“It’s more of a sex shop than a closet,” Himiko commented without thinking, causing Mihawk’s smirk to widen.

“I suppose you’re right, though it is unfinished,” Mihawk commented.

“Unfinished?” Himiko questioned as he rubbed small circles into her hips.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “There’s an empty drawer for you to love.”

“Oh,” she replied dumbfounded for the second time today.

“We were planning on bringing you to Marge’s shop at some point this week if you’d like to explore different sex toys. Only of course if you would feel comfortable with that.”

“Yeah,” she responded quietly, still buffering as she took in the situation. Mihawk mistook her quietness for shyness. He gently cupped her face and tilted it upwards, thumb rubbing comfortingly along her jaw.

“There’s no reason to be shy darling; there are very few things that you could do that would cause us to negatively judge you. And after getting to know you I’d doubt that you’d be capable of that on any level.” Mihawk started, “Now are you feeling hungry? We were planning on heading into town for breakfast if you’re feeling up for it after the drive.”

“Yes, Sir,” Himiko responded, placing her hand over his hand and cupping her face. He leaned down for a short, but sweet kiss before reluctantly pulling away. His hand released her face in favor of holding her warm hand in his cold grasp.

By the time they made their way back to the driveway, the jeep was gone. Shanks greeted her with a smile, as he leaned against their car.

“What was the hold-up?” Shanks asked as Mihawk unlocked the car.

“She found the second closet,” Mihawk answered for Himiko. Shanks smirked in response.

“Well, that’s no surprise, she’s always been an over achiever,” Shanks responded. While his sunglasses were in the way, Himiko knew he was giving her a mischievous look.

“So where are we going to eat?” Himiko asked, trying to segway the conversation away from sex. She was always easy to fluster when she was sleepy. It didn’t help that her only form of caffeine for the day was more sugar than coffee. She would need a real cup of coffee or an energy drink before she would be ready for any of those kinds of conversations. Or rather that level of caffeine to not make her feel like a total fool in front of them.

“It’s a diner called Saplings,” Shanks answered, opening the back door on the passenger’s side for Himiko. They shared a smile as she climbed into the middle seat and Shanks closed the door for her.

“Why is it called Sapling?” she asked as the couple buckled up their seat belts.

“They have an intensive selection of different maple syrups,” Mihawk answered.

“Aw, that’s really cute,” Himiko mused as they began to back out of the driveway.

“Have there been any sex toys you’ve been curious about?” Shank asked, clearly not ready to move on from the topic at hand.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, beginning to feel flustered, “I’ve only really ever used sex toys when having sex with women.”

“So more like dildos, vibrators, and strap-ons?” Shanks inquired.

“Yeah, even though they were mainly used on me I do have preferences when it comes to different strap-on harnesses.” Himiko answered, “I guess outside of this,” she said gesturing in a circle, “I’ve never had planned out sex with a man; it was always more of a spur of the moment kinda thing.”

Mihawk acknowledged her with a brief hum before Shanks began to ask more questions.

“So, you’ve never pegged anyone before?” he asked.

“No,” she confirmed as they pulled up to the diner, it was on the smaller side but looked lively. It was quarter to eleven, if Himiko had to guess she’d say it was the rush from the after-church crowd that filled the place up.

“Would you like to?” Shanks asked as Mihawk turned off the car.

“Yeah, I’d definitely would peg either of you if it were planned out; at least for the first time.” She answered.

 “Hmm, I think that should be on the top of the list of toys if we do end up at Marge’s shop. You know in case we need one we have would already have an emergency strap-on” Shanks suggested. Himiko didn’t need to see Mihawk’s face to know he was giving Shanks an unimpressed look.

“In what situation would we end up in a pegging emergency?” Himiko asked, amused.

“I don’t know, I guess if one of us is busy and the other wants to do cock warming or have their back blown out.” Shanks answered casually, before getting out to first to open the door for her.

“Ah, yes the biggest problem in a bisexual throuple; not enough dicks.” Himiko commented jokingly, before pausing, “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone with that big of a dildo before.” she added, getting out of the car.

“What size dildos are you used to using?” Mihawk asked as he circled around to their side.

“With most of the women I used a strap on with it was never up to your size preferences,” Himiko answered.

“Oh, and what’s our size preference sunshine?” Shanks asked, teasingly.

“You’re saying that like you weren’t a certified size queen before we got together.” Mihawk cut in, a smirk forming on his lips.

“That’s not true,” Shanks dismissed, but while his words said one thing the blush forming on his face indicated the other.

“But even though you two are together wouldn’t he still be a size queen then? It’s not like he downgraded when you got serious.” Himiko mused as Shanks got more flustered.

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right darling.” Mihawk agreed as his smirk widened. While it wasn’t unheard of for Shanks to get this flustered, it was definitely a feat to wind him up so quickly. Especially to the point of silence. Shanks didn’t talk until they slid into their assigned booth in the back of a restaurant. It was so full and loud, that they were just able to hear each other. After the waitress took their order, and they were informed of the longish wait time the throuple settled in each nursing their coffees. While it wasn’t up to the standard Himiko was used to, it wasn’t the worst coffee she ever had. It made her reminiscent of all the meals she had been served at various diners across the country while her dad was still alive.

“You know sunshine, I’m not above making an example out of you for mouthing off like that,” Shanks said, taking a sip of his coffee. Before she could respond, Mihawk once again cut in.

“You say that like she wouldn’t enjoy that.”

“But she has a praise kink,” Shanks rebutted, “You’ve seen how her face lights up when being praised and how tight she gets,”

It was now Himiko’s turn to feel embarrassed as her partners openly discussed her mannerisms.

“While a week ago I’d agree with you, you didn’t see how desperate she got when I was lecturing her about the idea of disciplining her in the bedroom. She looked like she was one scrutinizing comment away from accepting any punishment I saw fit. She even bit her bottom lip in that way she does whenever she gets turned on.”

Himiko quickly released her bottom lip from its place sandwich between her teeth, before she could even attempt to defend herself the food arrived, and after the waitress left the couple continued talking about her like she wasn’t sitting right there. While she knew on some level this was rude, she also couldn’t bear to stop their conversation.

“Okay while that may be true it doesn’t mean she doesn’t prefer being praised,” Shanks argued.

“You don’t know that.” Mihawk argued, “We’ve never tried it before.”

“Care to put your money, where your mouth is Dracule?” Shanks taunted, “If she’s really so turned on by being degraded by you then you can go on a solo date with her before the week is over and spoil her as much as you’d like.”

“And if you win?” Mihawk inquired.

“Then I get to go on a solo date with her and spoil her as much as I’d like.” He answered. Mihawk hummed in thought before nodding in agreement.

“And how do we determine which she likes better?” he asked.

“Easy we fuck her at the same time, whoever can get her to cum first wins.” Shanks answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Is that okay with you sweetheart?” he asked, finally acknowledging her.

“Y-yeah,” she stumbled out, already wet from the idea of this wager. They turned their attention back to their breakfasts. The second the waitress stops by to check on them they ask for the check. Himiko took a final swig of her coffee before following behind the couple as they made their way to the counter to pay and made their way back to the car. The short car ride was silent, but electric as each DILF tried to form a plan of attack. Himiko tried to stay still but couldn’t help rubbing her legs together for some relief. She knew whatever each one of them was coming up with was bound to put her out of commission. She couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in by experiencing both their plans.

Shanks once again opened the car door for her. The couple walked up to the bedroom at a leisurely pace, that was still too fast for Himiko’s shorter legs. She bit her lip out of habit as she sped walked to keep up with them. Once the door shut behind her the energy in the room shifted. Shanks immediately began to strip, while Mihawk guided her to the bed and encouraged her to sit down as he sat down to her right.

“Before we start, I want to make sure you’re aware of all your safeguards incase anything makes you uncomfortable.” Mihawk started, “I know you’re aware of the stop light system and your safe word, but I also wanted to let you know what I may do so it doesn't blindside you. Especially because it’s our first time exploring this together. I’m going to be calling you names, and may strike you is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Himiko nodded, the way Mihawk’s eyes sharpened at the mention of that title was not lost on her.

“Where do you feel comfortable being smacked?”

“I think just my bottom,” she replied after pausing to think.

“Would you be interested in me spanking your pussy?” He asked, “Or just your ass?”

Himiko could feel her face begin to warm again, “Um, I guess both.”

“Do you have any hang-ups or questions?” he asked, getting up from the bed.

“No, at least none that I can think of now. I’ll use my safe word if anything doesn’t feel right.” She answered, Mihawk smiled in response as he too began to strip. Himiko unintentionally bit her lip as Mihawk eased out of his jewel-toned top and started on the buckle of his belt. She jumped when a warm hand grasped her chin and physically pulled her attention from Mihawk.

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare, don’t you?” Shanks asked teasingly, holding her face in a gentle cradle.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Himiko apologized, trying hard to focus on maintaining eye contact as his swollen cock swayed with his movement inches away from her mouth.

“It’s okay baby, I know you’d never do anything rude intentionally; you’re our good girl after all,” Shanks replied, thumb gently stroking her cheek.

“I don’t know about that,” Mihawk cut in, making his way over to them, Himiko tried hard to focus on his face and not how his member moved with him.

“She’s barely listening to anything we’re saying,” Mihawk said, now standing next to Shanks, “She’s too distracted by our cocks to give us her full attention.” Shanks hummed in reply as Mihawk continued, “Though I suppose it’s not entirely your fault, after all, you’ve always been motivated by your need to be filled. You’ve always been a slut when it comes to pleasing us as well. Though I wonder if it’s only for us, or if you’d be just as happy taking a load from anyone that gives you attention.”

Himiko could feel the heat rush up her neck to the tips of her ears as she took in Mihawk’s accusation. She found herself frozen, just as she had been the first time he lectured her in his apartment.

“I dunno,” Shanks started, “She’s always been so good at taking us like a good girl. She never complains.”

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive,” Mihawk remarked, “Have you ever wondered how she got so good at taking our cocks, even with the bare minimum prep.” He said looking down at her with a scrutinizing glare, “I wonder how many cocks you’ve had inside of you to get that good; especially for someone your age.”

Himiko shook her head in response as she attempted to form a semi-cohesive thought.

“I-I don’t want anyone else, just you and Daddy,” she interjected, her voice bordering on the whinier side.

“That doesn’t mean you haven’t been a slut in the past.” Mihawk mused, “It didn’t take any coercion to get you into our bed the first time. Especially considering we had only entered this relationship days prior.”

“Please, Daddy,” Himiko openly whined as she rubbed her thighs together. “I need you,” she said looking up at him through her lashes. She could see Shanks’ resolve weaken in real time as he shifted to get closer to her.

“I have to give you some credit at least,” Mihawk said holding onto Shanks’ arm to stop him from moving any further, “You’re smart, at least for cock slut, to identify the weakest link and go after. You can’t wait to be filled by your Daddy, can you?” Himiko nodded in response, bottom lip sandwiched between her teeth. Mihawk smirked.

“Shameless,” he commented, “We may have to reconsider if you’re even worth wasting a load on. I bet it’s a dime a dozen to you. Just a dumb little whore who gets off on being used.”

“Please,” She whined, mind beginning to get hazy.

“Oh? And what are you planning on doing to earn your keep.” Mihawk asked, never breaking eye contact.

“Anything,” she responded breathlessly. She could feel the uncomfortable wetness of her slick soaking through her panties. Mihawk’s smirk widened.

“Get up then,” he ordered, Himiko only tilted her head in confusion.

“Oh darling, it’s going to be a long day if you question every one of our demands; don’t worry you’ll be back to being a cum dump soon enough.” Mihawk chastised, tugging her up by her upper arm, in a firm, but gentle grasp. The couple then took a seat at the end of the bed. Himiko looked down at Mihawk, staying still in their switched position until his next command.

“Strip,” he ordered. She nodded, quickly shedding her flannel. Before she could move on to her thermal, Mihawk’s hands shot out to stop her.

“Slower,” he said, releasing his grasp on her arm, “Make a show for your Daddy,”

Himiko couldn’t help but bite her lip as her eyes locked onto Shanks’. He looked as desperate as she felt. Since he had sat down his hand had moved down to his cock as he shamelessly teased himself, gaze never leaving her body. Too enraptured by her and Mihawk’s interactions to keep up with his own role.

She slowly tugged her thermal over her head, before moving onto the front clasp of her bra. She made sure to alternate eye contact so neither man would feel left out as her bust bounced out of its restraint. Her bra slid off her arms, joining the pile of clothing on the floor. A deep whine escaped her as she slid down her leggings. The couple gained a perfect view of her slick connecting her to her bottoms.

“Fuck,” Shanks groaned, now unabashedly jerking off.

“So wet already love?” Mihawk asked an amused, but not surprised look. She nodded rolling her lip between her teeth, consciously keeping her hands to the side to avoid the need she had for release.

“Make Daddy cum,” he ordered, now grasping his own member. Himiko immediately dropped to her knees, shuffling forward between the redhead’s thighs.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted with a groan.

“Hey, Daddy,” she replied back, replacing Shanks’ hand with her own. She moaned onto his cock as she licked up the overflow of precum, before sucking his head into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Shanks moaned, “Such a good girl, doing so well. Fuck.” his hand threaded through her hair to keep her at his preferred pace. Himiko could feel her core pulse with the need for release. Looking up Mihawk pulled Shanks in for a desperate kiss as he fisted his own cock. Himiko saw the window and slowly slid her hand down to her folds, sliding two fingers up and down her slit before she breached her pussy. She couldn’t hold back her moans as she quickly ascended closer and closer to her orgasm. Her eyes snapped shut as Shanks came deep down her throat. She continued to suck, past the point of overstimulation, as her own orgasm ripped through her. Once she came back down from her high, she eased off Shank’s member, panting. Shanks immediately fell backward as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Her eyes widened as she opened her eyes to find Mihawk already looking down at her with a sharp gaze.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, as she eased her fingers out of her cunt, hand literally caught in the cookie jar.

“Sir-” she tried to start before he hushed her.

“Exactly who gave you permission to cum darling?” he asked, releasing his cock, moving to grip her face and force eye contact.

“No one,” she panted. Mihawk hummed, before responding.

“And who’s in charge?” he asked.

“You and Daddy,” she answered, “I’m sorry Sir.”

“Oh, you will be darling,” Mihawk responded, he moved up the bed, careful to avoid Shanks as he patted his lap. Himiko stood up on shaky legs and crawled up to meet him.

“Lay down love,” he directed, Himiko wordlessly crawled onto his lap face down. She was immediately aware of Mihawk’s pulsing member against her stomach.

“While I never explicitly told you not to cum, you’ve always asked in the past.” Mihawk started, “To the point that I assumed you were aware of that rule. Now, how many spanks do you think you deserve to curve your behavior darling?” he asked stroking her ass. Himiko tried to think clearly, but her mind was still foggy from her orgasm.

“10?” she responded.

“Are you telling me or asking me?” he replied.

“Telling.” She said in the firmest voice she could muster for now.

“Good, you will be counting after each strike, is that clear love?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a whine as he pushed her thighs apart for easy access to her pussy. Before she could even react to the cool air on her hot core Mihawk landed a strike on her right cheek.

“One,” she said as he rubbed down over where he hit.

“Two, three,” she gasped out as he progressively moved lower down towards her core.

“Four,” she started before choking out, “Five,” when he backhanded her in the same movement.

“Color,” he asked smoothing a cool hand down her bottom.

“Green, please Sir,” she said, borderline begging. She didn’t need to confirm it to know her slick was leaking down onto Mihawk’s thigh. He hummed in acknowledgment, before removing his hand. Himiko was about to plead for more when he suddenly came down on her with three hard smacks, two of which were backhanded. She quickly called out the numbers, before he moved his hand back. She inadvertently held her breath waiting for the last two. She was mildly disappointed he hadn’t spanked her pussy. Himiko was convinced he was psychic as he landed the last two hard strikes to her pussy within the same breath of her thought. She listed off the last two numbers as his cool palm cupped her sex to give a bit of relief from the hard hits. She fell against his lap as she tried her hardest not to grind against his hand.

“Good,” Mihawk praised briefly, “I guess you aren’t totally beyond hope.”

Himiko hummed in acknowledgment as she pulled back from his lap.

“Love, I’m going to fuck you now, if you’re still up for it,” Mihawk asked. Shanks stirred from his stupor and crawled up to meet Himiko as she made a decision.

“Okay,” she nodded, pussy throbbing not only from pain but also neediness.

“You may cum, but only after I do; is that clear?” Mihawk asked.

“Yes, Sir” she responded with a nod, straddling his lap with shaky legs. Shanks moved in behind her not only to physically support her but also to be there emotionally.

“Sir, may I?” she asked looking up at him.

“Whenever you’re ready darling,” Mihawk responded, hands migrating to her hips. She let out a sigh of relief as the head of his cock breached her slit. As always she eased herself down as slowly as possible to allow her body time to adjust to the girthy intrusion.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he bottomed out.

“Go on, be a good girl and take your load,” Mihawk ordered, grip becoming bruising, as he held himself back from fully taking over. He tried his hardest not to get ahead of himself. He had to pace himself it was only halfway through their first day; and they had a whole week to go. A moan escaped him as she found a steady fast rhythm. Mihawk rubbed up and down her sides. He was close trying to stifle his orgasm for as long as possible.

He only lasted a few more minutes. His downfall was the sight of how beautiful Himiko looked as she lost herself in the feeling of his cock. She let out a moan, as she played with her chest, and ground herself down on his pubic bone for any relief she could find for her clit. He came without warning, his grasp on her hips tightening as he thrusted up hard inside of her. He let out a drawn-out “Fuck,” as Himiko began to bounce on him, still chasing her own release. They moaned in unison. Mihawk from overstimulation and Himiko for the relief Shanks greeted her by rubbing her clit. She came with a shout, before collapsing onto his lap. He held her in his arms, soothingly rubbing up and down on her back, as Shanks slipped out from behind her. He reappeared with a washcloth just as Himiko eased off of his lap. He made quick work of cleaning them before tossing the washcloth in the vicinity of their hamper and joining them in a cuddly mess.

“So, I guess you won huh?” Shanks said over Himiko’s shoulder as she began to slip into sleep.

“I don’t think I’ve ever lost when either of you are involved,” Mihawk answered, pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

MASTERLIST

[pinkorchidsinspring]

Don’t blame me for what you made me do.

Isn’t it fascinating the almost blantantly jaded breathy pointing she does to us -the audience? The same people that make her money? The same people that keep her at the top?

But we all know we don’t keep Taylor at the top. Taylor keeps Taylor at the top. Taylor hides away the deepest most true parts of herself just so she stays on top. Because her team believed the public would demantle her if she comes out. Or if she even admits that any of her songs are about a woman. Let alone more than one.

Taylor has admitted many times that when she writes songs she knows how they’re gonna be preformed, and she can envision the music video while writing them. Taylor knew she was gonna point directly at the fans during the “don’t blame me” performance, at The Eras Tour- the tour of her past eras, experiences, emotions, and obstacles.

Taylor will go down in the history books, not only as one of the few female artists that has made the switch from country to pop, but as an artist that did everything to make her fans happy. Even if it means sacrificing her happiness in the process.

I mean Taylor even wrote a song about it! In one of her most vulnerable “fantastical” (otherwise known as stories about her real life but she can’t say that) eras. It’s all right in front of us. Evermore brought us some of the most sad break up songs of the sister albums, and happiness is one of them.

I see this for what it is

She sees the relationship for what it is.

But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given

All the years she’s given? Not lost, she chose to give them up.

Is just shit we're dividin' up

All the hiding and effort means nothing now that it’s over.

Showed you all of my hiding spots

All the places away from the public eye where she could be herself without fear.

I was dancing when the music stopped

She thought everything was fine, and that the partner was perfectly okay with her hiding for her reputation.

And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention

She can’t face the idea that her partner was so done with her hiding that they left. She cannot find it in herself to do what she did from 1989 to Reputation, or from Lover to Folklore. She can’t simply gloss over the pain she’s in, and not explain why. She cannot go from in love to sad, jaded songs again. She can

barely find it in herself to lie again.

I haven't met the new me yet

She hasn’t met the new her, the single her, the out her. She still hasn’t met the her that Miss Americana was supposed to out.

I can't make it go away by making you a villain

She can’t vilify her partner for not wanting to hide anymore. It’s not fair.

I guess it's the price I paid for seven years in Heaven

Happiness was the last song written for evermore, only a week before it’s release on January 7th, 2021. Most likely started in 2020, and finished New Year’s Eve/day. Written in 2020. 2020 - 7 = 2013

Which supermodel did she meet that year?

And I pulled your body into mine

Every goddamn night, now I get fake niceties

She had her for a while, every single day of those 7 years, and then in this break up era of their relationship in 2020, she only gets surface level attention. The “how are you?”, “What’re you doing right now?”. As if Taylor wasn’t sleeping next to her for 7 years.

No one teaches you what to do

When a good man hurts you

Karlie was a truly good one, but once again Taylor uses “man” instead of the truth.

And you know you hurt him, too

Taylor knows that she hurt karlie, and she just reinforces that by using a male pronoun instead of a female pronoun. By hiding instead of telling the truth.

By keeping the fans and her reputation happy whilst sacrificing her love for this person and in tandem sacrificing her own happiness.

My other song analysis’ if you’re interested <3 they’re not as sad promise :)

[bronwiebear-brad]

Its sunday and I’m bored so here’s something about Y/N discovering that Brad likes her 🌸✨

You got under the covers very quickly. Three adjustments to the pillow weren't enough to make you comfortable and after the fifth punch on the pillow, which came out too hard, you finally laid your head on it huffing.

You turned off the light on the bedside table and tried to fall asleep by closing your eyes and turning your back to him. Without even making a sound. But everytime you closed your eyes you could think of something else rather than this evening.

Brad was sitting on the bed, before you entered, he was wearing a white t-shirt that was not very tight to his body and in his hands he has a black pen and his notebook for writing songs. His attention was divided between the beige book in his hand and for the corner of his eye, you and your cute blue pajamas.

He noticed your irritation. He noticed the kicks on the pillow and the restlessness of your legs.

He knew that you were angry and giving him the silent treatment because of what happened earlier that day. And despite all that he decided to act. He closed the notebook slowly and placed it on his bedside table, then dimmed the light, leaving the room with this pleasant and comfortable tone.

"Aren't we even going to talk about what happened today?" he asked hoping to hear an answer.

Your eyes opened, focusing on the wall in front of you. You didn’t answered.

"Don't you want to talk?" he asked gently.

You rolled your eyes.

“I can hear that eye rolling” he said trying to ease the moment. And somehow get a reaction from you.

You bited your lip and stood silent.

"You said that you didn't want to be like those couples who go to bed angry" he explained as he lay down and covered himself.

"We're not a couple." You simple said.

"Really? It looks like we are.." He ironically said but happy that you decided to say something.

“Oh! Do you want to talk about it?” You started sarcastically.

“Fine. Let’s talk!” You quickly turned around facing him.

He was already looking at you and smilling like an absolute greek god. The slighty orange light gave him a glow and his curls were spread around the white pillow.

“I-“ he was about to start but you interrupted him.

“Why did you let her do that?” You asked him.

“I didn’t. I was-“

“Brad she was all over you during all night, eyeing and dancing dangerously close” you explained

“Why didn’t you stopped her?” You asked her. “If you want to fuck her just say so!” Your voice raised and he frowned.

“I get it she’s a rockstar, a celebrity, bla bla bla… “ you explained rolling on your back so now you were facing the ceiling. “And what am I!? A twenty something girl who gets excited about little things and has a pretty normal fucking job” you rolled your eyes again.

“I don’t want to fuck her” he said and you looked at him.

“No?”

“No.”

“That’s not what it looked like…she was asking for your number”

“She had a few glasses… it was embarrassing”

“Why did she had to be there?” You asked

"She is looking for a producer for her next album" He said.

"So she goes asking her ex boyfriend?" you asked rolling your eyes and he smiled.

"Brad, she fucked you up really bad. The way I found you, I-" You explained and he interrupted you.

"She fucked me up. I'm with you now. I didn't accept it." He said.

You were caught up with that answer.

"With me?" You asked.

"With you" he said. His gaze didn't move for a second.

"What's that supose to mean?" you asked. You lay down further on your pillow. Hand above it and looking at him.

"It means that I am with you and I don't fucking care about anyone else" he blinked at you and his hand brushed away a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Fuck..." you whispered realising what he was really saying. He laughed and you smiled.

"Really?" You asked him. He nodded.

"But why?" You weren't believing it. You tought that all you have was casual sex now and then. Having a good time.

"Have you ever look at yourself?" He said. You were bitting your lip.

"You're amazing."

"Well it makes two to-" you talked but he interrupted you.

"No. No. I'm not talking about the sex... sure what we do its behond amazing... but the way I can talk with you about stuff and you actually listen."

“I mean we need to work on your punches but other than that” he joked about your reaction earlier and you laughed.

"Oh really?” You asked and he pecked on your lips.

“Yeah” he said after pulling back. His hand drawing circles on your naked shoulder.

"Do you want to have dinner tomorrow?" You asked him and he smiled.

"Like a date?" He asked.

"Like a date." You answer and he pulled your face for a kiss with both of his hands.