#not even to work

[beauleifu]

Hello beau, it's my first time asking in your blog so I'm pretty nervous (｡>﹏<｡)

so uh imagine Y/N has a piano (I think they also got one on Heartstrings fic?) and then they suddenly played Golden Hour in front of Syntax with adoration in Y/N's eyes

what would be his reaction? 👀

Anyway, if you don't know what Golden Hour, this is the song

YESS I LOVE THAT SONG, love it with a passion! And Y'ALL SYNTAX LOVERS COME GET YO JUICE (i've been gettina lot of asks regarding that lovely asshole)

Anyways, hope you enjoy! This one's a lol short <3

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You wake up in the middle of the night, only to indulge in your musical hobbies that you've been neglecting to take care and entertain your lovely roommate. You thought he'd stay asleep, but you were wrong.

CW: None

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Cold.

It's sweat, sticking to your body and the blanket that covers you. Grunting uncomfortably within the heat of your cocoon, you grip the edge and fling the blanket right off of you.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sit up and stare.

You ache, not with sickness but from the way you'd banged around in your sleep, trapped in the horrors of your own mind.

It's late, the clock reading 3:26 a.m.

The window is shut tight, but the curtains had been pulled open, revealing the gibbous moon shrouded in clouds above the softly glowing city buildings. Despite burning with sweat, a sudden chill sweeps over your quaking figure, ghosts of your night terror prodding your brain.

A desire to escape seizes you, so strong that you leave your room, not bothering to be quiet.

The hallway is dark - everything is dark.

Suddenly wishing you'd grabbed a blanket for the ride, you clutch yourself tightly, shivering. Thoughts do, thankfully, leave you be, and you're free to wander your apartment without a care in the world.

The kitchen is your destination, sadly offering no more light than your previous occupations. You wince at the noise when you open the cabinets, drawing out a glass to fill it with water. And then, it's quiet once more. You stand, quite lonely-like, in the center of the kitchen, with nothing but a bare sheen of moonlight to illuminate your surroundings. A small part of your consciousness hints at a certain roommate waking up, but it's not very strong.

Slowly, the piano in the corner of the living room is brought to attention.

Like a twinkling, black canvas just waiting for you to explore it.

Thing is . . . it's been awhile.

Having a new roommate gave you a lot of new objectives, taking away each of your small pleasures one by one. It never bothered you, of course, but the piano does look lonely in the shadows. And it's been gathering dust.

Your baby.

You look around, finally coming to awareness.

Would Syntax wake up?

The soft thumb of your footsteps lead you towards the piano, already coming to a decision. You'd play quietly.

Besides, you need a distraction.

Gently placing the cup of water on the lid, you drag the piano bench out and sit upon it's velvety cushions. Your fingers tremble already with anticipation. Blowing out a quiet breath, you lift the fallboard, and with sparkling eyes scan the black and white keys beneath. Syntax won't wake up . . . if he did, this'll put him right back to sleep, anyways.

You already have a song in mind to play.

For a few minutes, you're just lightly tapping keys, making sure the piano is properly tuned. Then, the lasting anxiety just has you tenderly (yet gently) playing the softest tune you can.

Then, you're ready.

You start off just as quietly as before, playing a song you'd learned well.

". . ."

A smile tweaks the corners of your lips at the fond tune. Oh, you missed this, so much.

And then, it's time for your vocals to join.

"It was just two lovers,

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde,

Fallin' for each-other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish,

It's no Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother Like, "Where you at tonight?"

Your smile grows wide as you continue, fingers dancing elegantly over the keys. It's a warm, fond feeling, as though you're floating on a cloud. 3am piano playing never fails.

No one is here. You're blissfully alone.

Just you, your voice, and the piano at your fingertips-

Green eyes flash into view.

At first you think nothing of it, softly singing as you tap the chords. But then you see it again, beyond the lid of the piano, and your eyes dart up for a second.

In that brief moment, you catch a figure standing just beyond the piano, dressed in plaid, dark pajamas.

Syntax gazes right back, green eyes wide.

Oh shit.

You'd woken him up, you'd disturbed him in his sleep-

What was once your heart is now a hammering, freezing chunk of shot nerves and guilt. You're about to stop playing, lips already maneuvering to apologize for your carelessness - but Syntax is quicker. He reacts with the subtlest movements of his already raised hands, fingers splaying outwards as though trying to calm you down. As though saying 'hold on, it's all right'.

You notice his eyes, then, filled with surprise - yet a mixture of awe and adoration that shoos your panic and doubts away like little butterflies. They settle in your chest, a flurry of nervousness and excitement.

Syntax then tilts his head slightly, encouraging you to keep playing.

Your smile returns.

The piano is once again lit up with music.

"I was all alone with the love, of my life,

He's got glitter for skin,

My radiant bean in the night," you sing, tweaking the lyrics to better suit your partner. He takes a small step forward, then another, a rare smile blossoming on his features.

Your eyes dip down for the briefest of moments to the keyboard, but for the most part, you're locked within Syntax's beautiful eyes.

Then, the song slowly comes to an end, the last note ringing softly.

You smile uncontrollably.

Yes. Syntax had woken up, but it was worth it.

To see that smile.

"That was stunning, my darling," Syntax is saying as you shut the fallboard, walking forward with his hands outstretched. "I had no idea you could play the piano."

You're quick to come around the piano and fall into his arms. "Did I wake you?"

"I'm glad you did."

For a brief moment, you allow the guilt to motivate your next words. "But you're finally letting yourself sleep more," you pout.

Syntax smiles down at you, features warm and genuine.

"Darling, I will sleep more if you play your sweet songs more often."

"You really like making deals, huh."

"I like making deals with you, love," Syntax hums. He tucks his hand in its rightful place under your ear, fingers brushing gently across the nape of your neck. You grin up at him, thrilled with the song that still echoes through you.

So he's willing to bargain. Good. "I'll play the piano more if you sleep more."

"I'll sleep more if you play the piano."

"So we have a deal?"

Syntax leans down, taking your lips in his in a soft kiss. You grasp his arms, one hand going up to cup his cheek. The darkness no longer bothers you, no longer chills your bones.

You're body is warm with the heat of Syntax's embrace. And suddenly, you don't want to be anywhere else.

Why the hell did you make Syntax sleep on the couch again?

Oh.

That's right.

He was being an asshole. Funny how a little key-playing can wrap him right back around your little finger.

The spider demon leans back, eyeing your features. "What's that look for?"

"I just realized something," you say innocently.

"And what is that?"

You take his hand, tugging him gently to the couch. Or to your room. You can sleep anywhere right now, and considering it's only 4 am, there's plenty of time left to catch some Z's. "I'm tired. That's what I realized. And so are you, so come."

"To bed? I thought I was banished to the couch," Syntax teases, barely hiding the surprise in his tone.

Sighing, you smile at him. "I've had a change of heart."

Green eyes blink at you, full of fondness. Even in the shadows of night, his facial features are softly illuminated by traces of moonlight. Once upon a time, you were afraid of that face.

But now it only brings a smile to your lips.

Suddenly, the spider demon bends down, strong arms slipping under your legs and arms. In one move he picks you up bridal style, halfway across the living room. You gasp in surprise, rolling your eyes at Syntax's next words.

"So have I."

"Pfft!" You say, swatting his shoulder. "All right, you. Now you're banished to my room for the rest of the night."

He cocks a brow, sharp teeth showing through his smile.

"Banishment is supposed to be a bad thing."

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

Syntax merely smirks at you, tightening his grip for a brief moment. You lean against him, smiling fondly. Maybe you should play the piano at 3am more often.

[copepods]

crazy how 4 hours of work will literally take up my entire 15+ hour day. who allowed this

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[roseworth]

i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names

[starridge]

also deciding to make stuff that 12 year old me would have wanted to draw

[bookpdf]

there should be more hours between 6 and 10pm. like even just two more hours. for my assorted hobbies & activities

[dracoj]

what they dont tell you about adulthood is that it’s startlingly easy to go long periods of time without having any fun at all not even a little bit. btw this makes ur brain try to kill you with knives and hammers.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[joculine]

diversity win! this spider is forcefemming its prey!

(full article)

[doom-dreaming]

"when i was your age, i was working three jobs to help support my family" and "when i was in college i was sleeping on a mattress on the floor and living off of soup"

YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO DO THAT. NO ONE SHOULD HAVE TO DO THAT. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN TO YOU THAT THIS ISN'T A CHARACTER-BUILDING LESSON, IT'S JUST BAD

[inkpotsprite]

This was after he blew up all of the Leagues tech.

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[calamitys-child]

Adhd will have you too burnt out to eat or shower but give you the hubris to decide you can homebrew an entire d&d system on the back of a receipt

[arinmoss]

painted Chappell again :3

[millificent]

Every Nico Di Angelo fan focusing more on the background of the episode than the actual plot