#so many song i listen to start with m. sad

[fushizhuo]

Synopsis: You're the youngest member of SKZ and the younger brother of Bang Chan. However, you're sick. And your parents sent you to the US to get treatment. But, they couldn't treat your disease. No matter how hard they tried. So as a final goodbye, you sang a song for your hyungs and your fans.

Genre — Angst.

Warnings — Death

Pairing — M! Reader x SKZ (platonic)

AN note — Transferring my wattpad works over to Tumblr, I made this when I was 12 don't judge 🤞🏻

WC — 4.8k

The arena hums with quiet anticipation, the energy heavy with sadness. Stray Kids are on stage, but the usual vibrant atmosphere is missing. Eight members stand in a row, their faces somber. The space next to them is empty—the place where you always stood.

Chan steps forward, his hands gripping the microphone tightly, his voice trembling as he addresses the crowd. “STAYs, tonight is… different,” he starts, his eyes flicking back to the members, all barely holding back their emotions. “Our member, y/n, couldn’t be with us tonight. But he left us something. A message for all of you.”

The crowd stirs, sensing the gravity of the moment. Then, the massive screen behind the group flickers on, and there you are, sitting in a chair, pale but smiling gently at the camera. You look weaker than ever, but you’re trying to be strong, for them, for the fans.

“Hello, STAYs,” you begin, your voice soft, yet steady. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there tonight with my brothers. The truth is… I’m sick. Really sick.”

The arena falls into a deafening silence. Even though rumors had been swirling for weeks, hearing you confirm it feels like a punch to the gut for everyone present.

“I’ve been fighting this for a while,” you continue, a sad smile tugging at your lips, “but it’s gotten worse. And… I don’t think I’m going to survive this.”

The weight of your words sinks deep into the hearts of the fans, many of whom have already started to cry. The members on stage are barely holding it together. Felix wipes at his eyes, his face twisted in sorrow, tears falling down uncontrollably with I.N comforting him, while Hyunjin clenches his fists, his shoulders trembling.

You pause for a moment, as if gathering the strength to go on. “I’m sorry I couldn’t sing live with you tonight. But I wanted to say goodbye properly, the only way I know how—through a song. This is my final song, and I want to dedicate it to all of you.”

The camera zooms in slightly as you take a deep breath. “STAYs, thank you. You made me braver than I’ve ever been. Every moment on stage, every song, every smile—I did it because of you.”

You look down for a second, composing yourself, before looking back up at the camera, your eyes brimming with tears. “To my hyungs, thank you for taking care of me. You’re my family, and you’ll always be my home.”

With that, you reach for your guitar and start strumming the familiar opening chords of Castle on the Hill. The stadium quiets, listening intently, as your voice fills the arena.

"When I was six years old, I broke my leg,

I was running from my brother and his friends."

The soft, nostalgic melody washes over the crowd, each note filled with bittersweet memories. The camera flashes between you, playing your final song, and old clips of Stray Kids—the early days when you were all just starting out, moments in the dorms, behind-the-scenes laughter.

"And I miss the way

You make me feel,

And it’s real."

Your voice trembles slightly, but you keep going, pouring everything you have left into this performance. The members on stage are frozen in place, their eyes locked on the screen as you sing about the good times, about the innocence of youth, and about home.

"When we watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill…"

The song continues, each lyric hitting harder than the last, and the fans can barely contain their sobs. You sing not just for them, but for your hyungs too, for the family you’re leaving behind.

"One friend left to sell clothes,

One works down by the coast,

One had two kids but lives alone,

One’s brother overdosed,

One’s already on his second wife,

One’s just barely getting by."

As you sing these lines, the camera flashes again to moments from the members’ lives—Chan struggling as a leader, Lee Know dancing through exhaustion, Han and Changbin composing until the early morning, Seungmin’s late-night vocal practices, Hyunjin’s quiet moments of self-reflection, Felix’s smile breaking even through the toughest days.

"But these people raised me,

And I can't wait to go home."

Your voice catches on the word home, and it’s clear that you’re thinking of the members—your brothers who stood by you through it all. The camera shows clips of all eight of you together, laughing, crying, working, living.

"And I'm on my way,

I still remember these old country lanes,

When we did not know the answers."

The music swells, and the arena is filled with your voice, with memories, with everything you’ve been through together. The fans, the members, everyone is united in the sadness of your goodbye.

"And I miss the way

You make me feel,

And it’s real,

When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill,

Over the castle on the hill,

Over the castle on the hill."

As the final chorus fades, the screen cuts back to you. Your guitar falls silent, and you look into the camera one last time, tears filling your eyes but a soft smile still on your lips.

“Thank you, STAYs. You made me feel alive. You made me brave. I love you all so much.”

Your final words are barely above a whisper. “I’ll be home soon.”

The screen goes dark. For a few moments, the arena is completely still. No one moves. No one speaks. It’s as though the world itself is holding its breath, not wanting to acknowledge what just happened.

Then, the sobs start—quiet at first, then louder, until the entire stadium is filled with the sound of heartbreak. The members on stage are in tears, clutching onto each other for support. Chan tries to speak, but no words come out. He steps forward, wiping his face, and finally manages to say, “Thank you, y/n. We love you.”

The concert ends not with an encore, not with cheers, but with the weight of your goodbye hanging in the air. STAYs leave the arena with heavy hearts, each one carrying a piece of you with them, your voice still echoing in their minds, the final notes of Castle on the Hill playing over and over.

You never made it back. But in that final moment, you felt at home.

[hauntedhikingsociety]

tagged by the one and only @mangomybeloved :) thank you luna!

pick a song for every letter of your URL and tag that many people (i don't think i even know that many people on tumblr but) yall are about to get hit with my japanese 80s pop obsession

H - Hot Chocolate by Bears in Trees

A - Are You Satisfied by MARINA

U - Umino Nioi by TEMPLIME

N - Never Been Better by half alive

T - Thus Always To Tyrants by The Oh Hellos

E - Emulation by stargaze shelter

D - Driving My Love by Anri

H - Habit by Sekai no Owari

I - I Can't Stop The Loneliness by Anri

K - Keep On Dancing by Oh Wonder

I - In the Forest by Yura Yura Teikoku

N - Nasakenai&Hazukashii by Yura Yura Teikoku

G - Girl is a Gun by Halsey

S - Sunset Road by Reiko Takahashi

O - odoriko by Vaundy

C - Cupid by Miki Matsubara

I - I am not a woman, I'm a god by Halsey

E - Eleutheromania by The Senate

T - TIME 2 by half alive

Y - Yoruwa Wakai by Yuragi

idk how many letters that is but i will tag @bismuth-209 @lirulii @hieroglyphwitch @arieswizard @avatarofthesadpossum @delightfuljay @sponge-eating-goblin @didsammywinchester @offbeateurobeatmiku @alto-tenure @toy-pigeon @magicwhiskers29 @10-dutchies-12-bicycles obv no pressure

[pomefioredove]

okay after reading all the goth hc, I gotta ask. how do you think the guys would react (any of them but preferred Floyd and Idia ) to playing them goth music/show them a trad goth outfit/makeup look (suprise them maybe? For example: I hc Leona to just have the least slay music taste to mankind (beastmankind?) so you play him- idk let’s say Lebanon Hanover, and he’s like “wtf is this herbivore?” But then he kinda gets into it. no pressure to write for it btw!

-✨♥️✨

ANON I was literally thinking about making a post like this a few days before this ask... you have my heart. I'm doing a full post

summary: nrc boys and goth type of post: headcanons characters: nrc students additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, half-headcanons half-x reader author's note: I'm assuming that goth as a subculture and a music scene already exists in this world. this post is also mostly about the music scene

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Riddle is essentially a baby bat

he's like, two bad life choices away from going full victorian goth at any given moment

he flat out refuses to listen to anything "vulgar" but secretly adores the dark, poetic side to goth

he's also morbidly obsessed with death, being a sad victorian boy and the child of two doctors. it works

as much as I hate to say it, Ace starts out as the kind of guy to say he wants a "goth gf" on multiple occasions

he proudly announces it to everyone at an unbirthday party once and Riddle almost kills him for being annoying for interrupting

thinks the music is too sad

...but he mellows out eventually (your influence)

both Deuce and Trey are not particularly interested

(Deuce leaned into punk music as a preteen but has since "given it up" because it's too unruly for an aspiring honors student, in his opinion)

Cater inexplicably already knows a lot about goth

won't talk about it unless you bring it up first but if you play him something semi-popular

he'll be like "oh yeah I know that one"

he has a few songs on his playlist he listens to when he's alone

is a goth magnet himself. pulls many hot goths. no one knows how

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Jack is also not really into it. not his thing

however I can see him secretly being into emo

make of that what you will

and Ruggie will never pass you the aux again. he calls it "halloween music"

Leona acts thoroughly uninterested for a long time

like, he'll listen to the music you give him, but doesn't really say whether he likes it or not

says he doesn't care about the scene (thinks it's too pretentious)

and pretends to be annoyed when you give him more song recs

but he gets into it. he starts listening on his own

he has a definite preference for gothic rock

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Jade is already goth (to me at least)

and very eager to talk about his favorite bands

loves giving recommendations

apparently the coral sea has its own goth subgenres and bands, which sound... much different from land ones

Floyd will listen (has listened, thanks to his brother) but he doesn't particularly care

he much prefers the aesthetic, it reminds him of home

...being that he's from the deep sea, where it's dark and cold

the flowy, dark, elegant looks are just enchanting to him. he can't keep his eyes off it

Azul couldn't be bothered

he's willing to learn, but isn't a huge fan of the general... strangeness

(he doesn't really understand why anyone would want to be perceived as strange in the first place)

and the music is so unmelodic to him

"that was just a man moaning and a gate creaking for seven minutes" and then he bans you from his office

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Kalim literally listens to goth already

I don't know how to explain it but I know he does

it's so funny because he never ever dresses goth or acts stereotypically goth but every once in a while he'll be like "who wants to hear my new favorite song? :D" and it's like, alien sex fiend. and no one can say anything about it

Jamil is an appreciator

depending on what you show him, he could really get into the lyricism and general mood

...if only because he finds goth dancing absolutely mesmerizing

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Rook is goth

he only dresses the part sometimes, but he's always been very passionate about the poetic elements of the music

...really into french coldwave

in terms of fashion he leans romantic goth

it just makes sense to me. he could find beauty in absolutely anything, and the dark and macabre are no exception

will talk your ear off about his favorite bands if you give him the chance

Vil is really more into the style than the music

he's dabbled in a little bit of everything; trad goth, romantic goth, medieval goth. he pulls all of it off

honestly, if anything, the gothic style compliments his features and tastes more than anything

he has such a respect for the subculture and the dedication that goes into the visual elements

Epel doesn't get it. sorry 😔

he will listen to the music you recommend because he cares about you, but he just doesn't like it

he's in the same boat as Azul. "was that a slide whistle?"

absolutely baffled, but he likes you and it's a small price to pay for your happiness

(and he thinks the fashion is too androgynous for his tastes)

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I feel like Idia also used to think he wanted a goth until he saw the e-girl vs goth discourse, freaked out, then spent two weeks reading about different subcultures

...still wants a goth partner

but now he actually knows what that means

will listen to any music you give him out of respect (fear) and won't say anything about whatever weird taxidermy-related hobby you have

he's surrounded by death all the time anyway who cares

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you could get Silver to listen to the cure's entire discography and he'd come out of it really enjoying just like heaven and nothing else

it's just... not for him

(plus the slower songs put him to sleep)

Malleus somehow hasn't even heard of goth as a genre when you approach him

he is. a little disappointed it's not music about the architecture style

but he still warms up to it, especially as someone who enjoys finding the beauty in the dark and misunderstood

you can fix him. you can goth him.

Sebek joins only after everyone in Diasomnia gets in on it with you (he doesn't like being left out)

he loves it because silver doesn't and malleus does

peepaw Lilia is an old goth

he was around when the music scene started, and he also remembers the literature movement it was named after, and the popular architecture style that was named after, and...

...you get it

still, he's always pleased to learn about new bands and subgenres and styles and the like

could and will talk about it for hours and hours with you

he dresses the part, too

we love him

[buccini555]

… 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝...

≡ Shinichiro finally noticed you

⌕ I m a g i n e s !

♡... 𝑭𝒕. Shinichiro Sano and special participation by Izana Kurokawa!

⚠︎!! explicit smut,unprotected s♡x, virg♡nity loss, school bathroom s♡x, oral, overstimulation, bl♡wjob, smoking, petnames (baby, honey)... I think that's all?

On that day that seemed to be just another day full of boredom, not many people had gone to school because it was a week after the holidays, but, you were there with your friends, you realized that they didn't give a damn about you, for that reason you ended up walking away and going to some corner of the classroom where you could be alone, as you didn't have classes that day, you just stood there passing a colorless nail polish on your nails anxious to finally leave that stupid place, everything was really boring until someone walked through the door in the class, Shinichiro Sano, a grade above you, you had already talked a few times before and you had a huge crush on him, so you laid eyes on the taller one, you had already noticed him a few times, but, you knew that despite being extremely extroverted, he was shy when it came to girls and you also faithfully believed that you would not have a chance with that boy, he is handsome, tall, affectionate and cute, you always have him in your thoughts, every time Shinichiro spoke to you he was extremely kind.

Shinichiro came to bring the message from the another teacher, since they had nothing to do in the classroom, it was better that they practice some sport or something, you thought it was a waste of time, but it was the same with the rest of your class, arriving at the place of sports, you sat apart from the rest, continuing to manage your nails and listening to songs, your playlist had just started when Shinichiro sat down next to you.

"What are you doing here, alone? Have your friends left you out again?" Shinichiro approached you, making you take off your headphones and pay attention to him, you could only notice how handsome he was and that made you a little intimidated.

"They're like... boring as fuck! but I really don't give a shit, how about you? Why are you here?" You replied despondently, looking away and putting your songs aside.

"I saw you alone and I came to keep you company! I don't want to see you so sad" He smiled, Shinichiro looked confident and shy at the same time, you could see a bit of nervousness on the taller one's face.

"Hmm? Okay... Seriously, I really wanted to go somewhere more secluded, don't you know any places?" You questioned him, watching the other people from afar.

"Hmmm? I know a place! Do you want to go with me?" He looked at you after thinking a bit, wondering if you really wanted to go with him.

"I honestly am hating being here..."

"I think it's best that no one sees us going together, so go to the bathroom behind the court and wait for me, understand?"

"Bathroom?" You laughed, questioning him about the location.

Shinichiro laughed and you got up, quickly going to the aforementioned place without get other people's attention, that bathroom had been disabled for a few years, so no one went in there, unless you had the key, as you obviously didn't get it, you waited for Shinichiro, who arrived soon after.

"Do you have the key to this place, Shinichiro?"

"...I have my secrets, baby." Sano responded immediately, taking the keys out of one of his coat pockets.

He opened the door, first looking to see if anyone was around, but there was just you and him.

"What a strange place!" You spoke in a low tone while looking at the abandoned bathroom.

"We can leave here if you want..."

"Oh, Shini, whatever! We should go into one of the cabins, someone can come in here."

"It's quite impossible for anyone to enter here, but... Since you want to enter, let's go."

You and Shinichiro entered one of the cabins, the place was tight, for that reason you were getting closer and closer, at that moment, you started to see Shinichiro with different eyes, you knew the sudden approach was getting him a little excited, but obviously he wasn't going to show it, he seemed to want something, but he didn't know what to do, so, you got even closer to him, when he finally took the courage to hold your waist and give you a small kiss.

"I-I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did it!" Nervousness took hold of him, as he had never had a girl in his hands before.

"Shini? Hey, no need to apologize, I... want to." You reciprocated the kiss, this time, it became longer and the kisses were getting more and more "warm", you held the chain around Shinichiro's neck while kissing him, he gently ran his hand over your body, making you sigh a few times.

After a few kisses, he gently held you by the waist again and placed you on top of a small counter inside the cabin, staying between your legs while kissing you, at that moment you realized that he put more strength into the touch, also feeling how excited he was while he was between your legs you could feel how hard he was, he was itching to try you, you knew that if they did something, it would have to be quick, so, even though you were still a virgin, you didn't waste time at that moment with Shinichiro.

"Shini, S-shini? P-please"

"Baby? You want to stop?"

"No! Please, I want more!"

"Hmm? More?"

"I-I want you, Shini."

"I don't want to give you the wrong impression..."

"N-no, baby, I want to lose my virginity with you..."

"B-baby, you should expect someone special!"

"You are special to me, Shinichiro, please, I'm so horny, only you can satisfy me."

The fact that you wanted to lose your virginity to him just made him even more horny and more willing to fuck you, when he realized that you really wanted him, Shinichiro just stopped talking, he started kissing you with even more desire and put his hand inside your pants, gently jerking you off over your panties, when he started to feel you were wet enough "So pretty, baby!" he just pulled your panties aside and started touching your clit, after you started moaning even more he gently put his fingers on you.

"...Mmm, baby? I promise to be careful."

You were already horny, almost begging him to fuck you, you just moaned softly begging for his dick, so, answering your request, Shinichiro gently made you touch. "Can you handle a dick that big, or nah?" You just nodded your head in affirmation, he was already extremely turned on so he started to put it on you carefully, when you got used to his dick he started to be faster and go deeper and deeper, holding her mouth so no one can hear her moans, "That tight pussy belongs to me, only I can fuck you like that, cum for me honey" He said as he worked hard, he just wanted to make you have your first orgasm, so Shinichiro really put effort into what he was doing.

"F-fuck, can I cum in your mouth?Please" He asked you when he was about to reach his peak, you quickly accepted, giving him a blowjob before he cumming, you knew what you were doing so you just made the taller one let out some moans and melt in your mouth.

You still had some time, so Shinichiro refused to try your pussy taste, he really wanted to use his tongue at that moment, but, when he started to lick your clit and penetrate you again with his fingers, some motherfucker knocked on the door, Shinichiro was sure it was his brother, Izana Kurokawa, Izana had become a fucking smoker and used to go to that bathroom for a smoke sometimes.

"Fuck! stay quiet, baby, I won't stop" He made you stay quiet while he finished what he was doing, when you finally came in his mouth, Shinichiro and you got dressed and left the bathroom.

"What the hell is that, Shinichiro?"

Izana screamed as soon as he saw you leaving the place together, he started laughing, apologizing for having disturbed. Shinichiro just looked at him in disgust and grabbed your hand, pulling you away.

[its-ares]

— Dancing with your ghost

Male Reader, sad

You sit on your bed and cry, you hold a gray shirt in your hand - Monty's shirt, he forgot it at your place. You smell the shirt, it still smells like Monty but unfortunately not as strong as at the beginning. You turn your head to the left, the first scene plays out in front of your eyes.

You and Monty are sitting on the floor in your room together and laughing at nonsense. It was dark in the room, only some light shone through the curtains. With you, Monty could switch off and didn't have to pretend. With you, he was safe. Monty leaned over and kissed you. One kiss from many to follow.

You smile at the memory, the evening had been beautiful. It was the first evening that Monty asked if he could stay.

𑁤🫀🩹🥀❤️‍🩹

The next memory played before your eyes, tears are now streaming down your cheeks and your chest ached at the memory.

You and Monty were laying on your bed, both of you lying on your back staring at the ceiling. Neither of you have said anything for several minutes, you just listen to the storm. Monty turned his head towards you, wanting to say something but struggling with himself. You smile at him encouragingly and fold your hands. After a few minutes you hear Monty whisper something.

"I love you". The first dear confession of many that will follow.

𑁤🫀🩹🥀❤️‍🩹

You sob and hug Monty's shirt to your chest, the following memory burned into your mind and heart.

You and Monty were eating out from Evergreen. You both had a great time and were just in a good mood. Monty had changed in the last few months, you two went out a lot and he didn't care if he was seen or not.

When you came out of the restaurant, there was a live band playing not far away and Monty quickly pulled you behind him. On the way to the park where the band was playing, you laugh because Monty was in such a hurry.

Lots of people danced to the music and Monty held out his hand to you.

"May I ask?" he asked gentlemanly and you giggle.

You grab his hand and you dance tightly embraced. The band played a quiet song and while you dance you talk quietly and make plans for the future. After the music has died down, you kiss passionately.

It was the last time you saw Monty alive.

𑁤🫀🩹🥀❤️‍🩹

So many memories of your time together are flashing before your eyes. You smile sadly, next to your bed was a framed picture of the two of you. You and Monty are grinning broadly for the camera, a few tears dripping onto the picture.

"I miss you so much," you whisper into emptiness and continue to stare at the picture.

"I miss you too," Monty said and you look up, startled.

Monty stood in front of your bed in his purple flannel shirt and smiled softly. You exhale shakily and Monty held out his hand. You stand up, knees shaking, and carefully grasp it. His hand was warm.

Monty pulled you into his body and started dancing with you."I don't know what to say," you say, sounding slightly overwhelmed. You stand in your room and dance with your dead boyfriend.

"You don't have to say anything, just enjoy the moment," Monty said, smiling. You return his smile and rest your head on his shoulder. After a while, Monty pulled away from you and gently cupped your cheeks.

"I know you miss me and believe me, I miss you just as much. But you gotta start living your life again, you can't hang on to me forever. You have to keep living M/N, promise me that,” Monty said, looking deep into your eyes.

Tears glittered in your eyes. „But I love you," you whisper in a tear-choked voice. "I love you too," Monty replied kissing you softly.

As you separate, Monty takes a few steps back. He smiles. "Live your life baby, I'm always with you," Monty said, pointing to his heart.

You nod and wave Monty goodbye, a smile on your lips despite the pain.

[hollyhomburg]

Not to make anyone sad but every time I hear mine all mine by Mitski I think about BILY yoongi and see how he looks at the m/c during all of her small moments: like that’s his song for her you know

I think about the way he’d be watching her when she’s sitting by noodles food bowl and petting him while he eats, ears perking up as he listens to her talk to noodle in a super soft voice “oh is this yummy? You’ll have to get more later my lovely little guy, are we a two Michelin star resultant yet?”

or when he’s looking at her wide eyes, all colorful in the sunshine, as she looks up at the sky and pointing out the fluffiest clouds (because they’re totally a couple who goes on walks when they’re older to keep up their fitness like- it’s gonna be their thing)

Or when she’s giggling and play wrestling with jungkook and then namjoon who does it so half heartedly because he really really doesn’t want to hurt her. And she grins at yoongi and says “did you see! I almost got him!” (Meanwhile the rest of the pack share secret looks and promise never to tell her that yeah- namjoon 1000% was just letting her pin him)

Or When she asks him if she can help him paint something and he looks away for two seconds only to find she’s somehow gotten paint all over herself so unintentionally. And maybe she happens to touch the floor and leave her fingerprint but he refuses to clean it up and lets it dry and stain just so that he can look at it and sigh every day.

I hear that song and I think about him realizing that his love for her isn’t something she’ll ever be able to truly feel unless he acts on it, that his love for her is contained in his body and it’s futile because he can try and make her feel his love all he wants but she might never realize how completely and totally /better/ she makes everything for him.

And don’t even get me started on the “so when it comes to be my turn would you shine down here for her” thinking about a world where he can’t love her and being so so afraid of it. Holding her hand a little tighter- because even the idea that he only is gonna get so many years with her makes him irrevocably upset. Yeah just 🥺 BILY yoongi

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-> Pt. 5 [coming soon]

Just an Intern Spotify Playlist ⛓️🖤

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘

Themes: friends to lovers, SLOW burn, ANGST, eventual smut, Austin x fem!oc, midsize oc, sad boi/addict aus, fluffy, semi-AU (indie actor austin)

Summary/Intro: Best friends since college, Austin and Elsie are each other's safety nets. Austin has secrets only Elsie knows, and Elsie has too many closet skeletons for Austin to count.

Austin battles internal demons since the death of his father, which caused a switch to flip that would change him forever. His father’s death happened 4 years ago but it still haunts him – in his mind and in little pills.

Elsie has a weakness for wicked, vile, abusive men. Her boyfriend, Nox, is the latest culprit. And Austin can’t fucking stand him.  

Between trying to rescue each other and struggling to save themselves, is there something lying underneath?

18+ as this contains both smut & mature sensitive topics. Please check TWs for each chapter. General overarching warnings at the bottom of this post.

Since this is slow burn-ish so some themes/smut do not show up until later

Chapters containing smut that have * by their name

Forever Winter Spotify Playlist ❄️💞

FW Chapters:

01 - Has He Texted You?

02 - Dependency

03 - The Close Call Clause

04 - Not The First Time

05 - Fix-It Pancakes

06 - Cold Showers

07 - Giving In

08 - Of Course I Do

09 - Thanksgiving Pt. 1

10 - Thanksgiving Pt. 2

11 - Winter Break

12 - Truth or Dare

13 - Dressing Room Games

14 - Hot or Cold? *

15 - No Touching **

16 - When The Night Ends

17 - Do Not Disturb

18 - Nothing There

19 - Not Even For A Second

20 - I Know You’re Lying

21 - Blue M&Ms

22 - Christmas - Pt. 1 - (ft. The Grinch)

23 - Christmas - Pt. 2 - Comeback Special**

24 - Ski Slopes**

25 - New Years Eve (Pt. 1) - Til You Come Back for More*

26 - New Years (Pt. 2) - Say It Again**

27 - The First Close Call

28 - Temporary Fix*

29 - Be My Mistake*

30 - It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

31 - Mr. Percocet

32 - [TBA - coming soon]

**last updated 05.31.23**

[more chapters to be announced lol]

Author’s Notes:

Each chapter will contain a related song suggestion and matching lyrics. I highly recommend listening to each song as they beautifully mesh with the themes of each individual chapter.

-

Austin/Elvis yanked me from fanfic retirement so when I started writing FW, I fell in love with the characters & the storyline. I’m posting here so that maybe others can fall in love with them too.

I haven’t written in a while so sorry if it’s a little rusty, especially in the first couple chapters.

This post ended up being really long so sorry if it was a lot, thank you if you made it this far.

I hope you love it, please let me know if you do.

[siriouslytired]

Feedback fest 2024 🌻

Well RIP to my bookmarks because I just noticed that so many of my favourite fics have been deleted or made anonymous/put in a collection. Thought it would be fun to do this anyway.

Also apparently I managed to post this when it wasn't done (can you tell technology doesn't like me?) And for some reason I couldn't edit the original post (and what's up with that??). So uh, if anyone had liked the first post I deleted it because I got annoyed.

All fics on the list can be found on AO3

A Year In Toussaint by astolat

The Witcher; Rated E; Geralt of Rivia/Emhyr var Emreis

"[...] - and found himself spilling the whole sob story of his success to Emhyr, who actually broke and laughed out loud when Geralt got to the racehorses."

One of my comfort fics, will read it for a multitude of reasons but mostly just because it's so well-written and engaging (which is just all of astolat's fics really)

Hunger and Appetite by thegoodbutter

Shadow & Bone; Rated E; Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov; Modern AU

I couldn't actually tell you how many times I've read this, it's just SO GOOD. And the food descriptions are just fantastic, makes me want to cook up a storm/start baking something even though I hate doing the dishes afterwards.

The Stars Don’t Shine, They Burn by Sarcasmismydefaultmode

Shadow & Bone/The Witcher; Rated E; Alina Starkov/Emhyr var Emreis; Second Best AU

Read it. Do it. It's so fucking good. I usually don't read crossovers anymore but I couldn’t resist this one and it was so worth it. It blends the two worlds so well while making sure that the edges are obvious enough that you can still tell which parts came from what canon.

Amazing Grace (series) by Druid Moon

Marvel Cinematic Universe; Darcy Lewis/Clint Barton; Many references to different forms of crafts

A relic from when I mostly read MCU fics that I return to again and again and again. Super cosy, slightly sad, incredibly well-written, one of those fics that just draws you in once you start reading it.

coronas of wolf-teeth and rivers by Dialux

A Song of Ice and Fire; Not Rated; Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark; AU; Robert dies at the Trident, Ned dies at the Tower of Joy, Catelyn becomes Queen of Westeros

I remember reading the summary and basically attacking my phone screen to open the fic. It ties itself together so neatly from the premise and the way Catelyn is written is just fantastic.

Diplomatic Relations by KrazzeeAJ1701

Star Trek; Rated M; James T Kirk/Sybok; AU, Female James T. Kirk

Listen, I had a phase where I mostly read gender swap and I found some real gems - this being one of them. I don't re-read it as often as I should but every time I do I remember how much I like it and how fantastic the writing is. The set-up just makes sense and the progression of the story makes you want to keep reading forever.

the ghosts won't matter because we'll hide in sin by soapboxblues

A Song of Ice and Fire; Jaime Lannister/Lyanna Stark; AU

A cute little AU where Lyanna survives the Tower of Joy and is subsequently turned into a political pawn etc etc. Incredibly well-written and the pieces just fit together so well.

The Debt of Time by ShayaLonnie

Harry Potter; Rated E; Sirius Black/Hermione Granger; AU, Time Travel, Soul Bond

I must have read this at least 15 times by now. It just works so well, you know?

For One Last Day by fideliant

The Hobbit; General Audience; Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield; AU

"The things we don't do for love." It's so bittersweet and lovely and all those wonderful things that make me want to smile and cry at the same time. Sort of chances-not-taken and now we're old wrapped up in this little moment that fits so well into the canon of LOTR.

Eurybia by Annerb

Pirates of the Caribbean; Rated T; Elizabeth Swan/Will Turner; Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swan; AU

"A love story. Elizabeth Swan and the sea." Read it. Just do it. It's so so so good. And it's barely 1200 words so you can read it and then spend an hour contemplating what you just read and still have time to do other things.

[waterparksdrama]

waterparks blurbs from their fbr press release pack (2022)

BIO

For as much as Waterparks is a genre-busting collective of three friends who play music, hang out, and constantly flip the script, Waterparks really represents a bigger, dare we say, movement. The Houston trio— Awsten Knight, Otto Wood, and Geoff Wigington—have unassumingly brought vibrancy back to rock. (The only thing bolder than their melodies is whatever hair dye Awsten opted for this week!) Their strange magnetic pull has attracted a growing cohort of fans who pack sold out shows, stream their songs like crazy, and have even elevated them to multiple Billboard charts. 

However, the next era begins with the band’s fifth full-length and debut album for Fueled By Ramen, headlining the Sad Summer Festival, an arena tour with My Chemical Romance, and even more adventures…

“Waterparks is so much fucking bigger than Otto, Geoff, and me,” muses Awsten. “However, it wouldn’t be Waterparks without the fans at the shows. It wouldn’t be Waterparks without the presence online. It wouldn’t be Waterparks without this awesome community. There are so many people who are a big part of this. It has completely evolved from where it started, and it feels massive to me. I’m lucky enough to guide it.”

Waterparks might just be the biggest band of tomorrow. They reached unprecedented heights with 2021’s Greatest Hits. Don’t let that title fool you—it didn’t collect their best-performing songs at a discounted price, but it did showcase their best material to date. As such, it moved 15K units first-week, cracked the Billboard Top 200 and landed in the Top 10 of the Top Alternative Albums Chart and Top Rock Albums Chart. In the wake of its release, they impressively eclipsed half-a-billion streams thus far. Beyond acclaim from Rolling Stone, MTV, Kerrang!, and Alternative Press, they graced the cover of V Magazine and Upset Magazine (who also awarded the record a “five-out-of-five star” perfect score!). Perhaps, NME summed it up best though, “Instead of celebrating the past, ‘Greatest Hits’ is opening the door to what comes next.” Along the way, they sold out various headline tours. 2022 saw the band sign to Fueled By Ramen and turn the page on a new chapter.

“Whereas I saw Greatest Hits as a dark indoor album, I see this next body of work as a light outdoor album,” he reveals. “There’s a bright vibe with very high energy to it. So much of what we do is about how it’s going to be experienced by the community. We did a lot of programming on the last record. I wanted to get more tactile and touch shit now,” he laughs. “I needed to hold a guitar and have the strings vibrating on my fingers.”

That brings us to the first single “FUNERAL GREY.” Powered by four different guitars (including a toy guitar for the main riff), the track swings like a wrecking ball from a buoyant verse into a distortion-lifted hyper-hypnotic hook, “She wore a sweater in summer weather. She wore a sweater. It was FUNERAL GREY!”

“This is—and I fucking hate the term—more love-driven,” he confesses. “It’s a reintroduction, and it’s more about other people than just me. When I wrote the song, I was walking around my friend’s neighborhood. I was laughing, because it looked so haunted—like something out of an M. Night Shyamalan movie. I thought, ‘If this was an Instagram filter, it would be ‘Funeral Grey’.’ It’s got a dark title, but I love how bright it sounds. To me, that’s Waterparks.”

In the end, the new music is meant for the people comprising this greater movement—like everything Waterparks do.

“When you listen to us, I just want you to feel good,” Awsten leaves off. “It’s bouncy shit. Even if it’s aggressive, it’s enthusiastic. There’s a lot of energy behind this. I try to make music that tingles people’s fucking brains, which is what my favorite music does for me.”

BOILER

For as much as Waterparks is a genre-busting collective of three friends who play music, hang out, and constantly flip the script, Waterparks really represents a bigger, dare we say, movement. The Houston trio— Awsten Knight, Otto Wood, and Geoff Wigington—have unassumingly brought vibrancy back to rock. (The only thing bolder than their melodies is whatever hair dye Awsten opted for this week!)  Waterparks might just be the biggest band of tomorrow. They reached unprecedented heights with 2021’s Greatest Hits. Don’t let that title fool you—it didn’t collect their best-performing songs at a discounted price, but it did showcase their best material to date. As such, it moved 15K units first-week, cracked the Billboard Top 200 and landed in the Top 10 of the Top Alternative Albums Chart and Top Rock Albums Chart. In its wake, they impressively eclipsed half-a-billion streams thus far. Beyond acclaim from Rolling Stone, MTV, Kerrang!, and Alternative Press, they graced the cover of V Magazine and Upset Magazine (who also awarded the record a “five-out-of-five star” perfect score!). Perhaps, NME summed it up best though, “Instead of celebrating the past, ‘Greatest Hits’ is opening the door to what comes next.” Along the way, they sold out various headline tours. 2022 saw the band sign to Fueled By Ramen and turn the page on this next chapter kickstarted by the single “FUNERAL GREY.”

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Looooong ass vent

TW for: Self hate. Lots of swearing. Use of not nice words. Eating disorders, purging, self harm, suicide, rants, venting, tons of triggers, dissociation, lying, all caps, me whining, me being a bitch, mistreatment, body shaming, hateful stuff, mental illness, all that- like seriously this has more TWs than I can think of. .

I'm a jealous person. I'm sorry, it's true. I'm jealous when other people have art that gets 40, 50, more notes. I get jealous when my friends have better friends than I ever could be. I get jealous of song writers because damnit please I want to make music. I get jealous of others art,voices, bodies. I get so jealous I get mad at nothing over nothing. I get jealous at others art styles, at other success, i get jealous at my own FRIENDS wow I'm awful

I'm selfish. I'm greedy because I can't just- be fucking happy with what i do have. I can't be patient to get better at drawing, better at recording my voice, more freedom. I am never satisfied, I'm a fucking whore for any sort of love and attention and likes and reblogs. You hear me? I'm, a, whore.

And I'm fucking awful because I can't take criticism for shit, I get so fucking unhappy at it and I lie and I say I'm happy to receive it. I lie all the time like this, I'm a dishonest whore, that's worse than a normal whore! I get so bent out of shape!

And I want to make it big in the Tumblr community BUT FUCK IT BECAUSE I NEVER FOCUS ON ONE THING

M so impatient

And when I talk to my friends I-

I forget all that. I calm down, I feel... wanted.

But I'm burdening them. I'm burdening them I'm burdening them I'm I'm fucking selfish and horrible because they give and give and give and I take like a needy selfish greedy whore.

AND I DON'T SHUT UP, I'm sorry I'm sorry I never shut up

...I'm... awful. And... I shouldn't keep posting shit like this, because nobody should have to read my rambling and shit and I'm overreacting and I want to die and

Im useless irl BTW. I've been nothing but a stupid moody bitch the past two weeks, I stay up all night doing nothing and wake up at 5 pm like a useless piece of human shit that should burn in the garbage

I keep forgetting who I am, who is talking too

Im sooooooooo uselessssssssssss

Its fucking because I think my family would be happier if I didn't exist. Because that'd be one less stupid moody bitch that can't do anything and hides in their room all day that they have to deal with

Im lazy I get apathetic I have no motivation to do anything and I don't cry at sad movies like a broken robot and everything about me is wrong

And my father wanted a daughter so fucking badly, but I'm not a girl I'm nothing and he'd be so mad if I ever told him

And BTW I'm literally awful like I've run out of things I'm a jealous whore

M a whore because all tye time I think of stupid sexual stuff and then I feel disgusted I'm disgusting I barely take showers

I'm pathetic btw I never finish anything I start I have so many half assed AUs and drafts and fanfics and art and chores and needs and shit

and I sit in my room all day and play on my phone like a fucking loser. Im also really stupid btw, I don't know half the shit I'm supposed too and I can't spell shit or know history AND I HAVE THE ABILITY TO LEARN BUT IM SUCH A STUPID FUCKING BITCH I NEVER DO ANYTHING

I'm also a hypocrite because I get so snappy and shit with my siblings when they do nothing wrong except be annoying or something but when I feel justified I shouldn't because I'm still a shitty person

I barely reach out to my friends unless they text first, I'm a horrible friend that never listens I'm sorry I'm sorry I never meant to abandon anyone

And I can't take blame or accountability I'm sorry I am shit why do I keep trying to hide behind myself??

Its past 6 am,people are statving and in here venting like a bitch

I never shut up

I Bother people

i sleep in and I'm moody and I demand attention like a whore whose demanding love idfk

I never know anything, I'm rude as hell

Im sorry

and I'm protective over shit nobody cares about, I'm so damn defensive

Im sorry I'm not doing better I'm sorry I'm not improving myself. I'm so mad at myself I have so much anger at myself I direct it at innocent people I'm sorry

I HAVE NO EXCUSES, IM SO FUCKING SELF AWARE OF THIS BUT I KEEP DOING IT KM SO DAMN FHCKONG DUM IM LUTERALLY COUNTING HOW MANY WORDS OF SELF HSTE

Its justified BTW, i deserve hate

I feel like I'm lying abt being a system and artistic and depressed and anxiety like what I'd I just suddenly decided I had them?? I swear I promise I'm not faking I'm not I don't want to lie I want to be good I never meant to hurt anyone BUT I FEEL LIKE IM A FAKING BITCH

I binge food and throw it up, I hide food like a greedy pig just to purge I take others food because I'm so gluttonous and I LIE about it

and I vent and vent and vent and... and I still hate myself

I'm so fucking manipulative because anytime I talk I CSNT STOP IMSGING HOW THE CONVERSATION WILL GO, I CANT STOP TRYONG TO FUCKING GET MY WAY IRL, AHHGHGBTIDDHDH I ALEATS ACT LIKE I KNOW EVERYTHING WHEN I DONT and I purposefully annoy my siblings so they leave thr kitchen so I can binge like a fat pig, I'm a hypocrite too in every aspect. I'm toxic ok im awful

I s/h and then i forget about it so its not even a problem but I whine like it is and I want to do it so badly rn I wanna go deep

AND I RUINED MYSELF WITH UGLY SCATS they're so ugly like me inside and out

And I wanna cry and

and I'm so awful because like I get so... idk, I am. I've done shifty things, I'm a shit person. I act sweet than a condescending little bitch

and sometimes the smallest things set me off

Im jealous of everyone else

Hell I'm fucking jealous of people I've never met, I want so much so badly I'm so greedy and lustful for it and selfish

In... conclusion? The world, would, be, better, without, me

I'm useless, lazy, stupid, jealous, slutty, angry, sad, pitiful, pathetic, fat looking, no good child, moody, stereotypical, ugly, hateful, chatter box, greedy, selfish. Gluttonous, messy, dirty. I'm all the bad stuff

Dont lie, these are facts. I have so much awful in me, the world wpuld be better off without me

[asshlyyyy]

Expiration Date (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

If you thought The Inbetween was sad... just you buckle in. I got this request awhile back, and I think I deleted the ask. It was probably from an anon... but if it wasn’t let me know! I don’t think I replied to it... I literary just have a screenshot on my phone. 

I highly suggest listening to the song I have listed. I was listening to this while thinking of this fic and everything clicked inside of me... Um... if I make you cry, I probably cried. I was inspired by this song, so I do strongly suggest listening to it. Especially the point, “Love, I see you now.”

Request by @auranightangle, check out the original ask below!

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Sadness, Death, Funeral Mentioned, Prepare to Cry, Spelling and Grammatical Errors Most Likely.

Word Count: 4.8k

Song: Underground by Cody Fry

You sucked in a breath as Elvis made his way over to you. Your eyes had already started to leak the moment he walked out with bags in his hands. His freshly cut hair... the new uniform he wore. It all brought you through so many emotions... mostly sadness, but... you tried so hard to be brave and happy. You just couldn't. It was impossible to feel such a thing when the love of your life was about to go off to war. 

Now, the two of you weren't romantically involved... Oh no no no. Ever since the Colonel told him he couldn't date anyone... any thoughts of a relationship with Elvis were out the door. That didn't mean that you pushed away those feelings. Nothing can ever take over what you felt for Elvis. The man who swept you off your feet and took you away from your controlling uncle. The man who, you would even go so far as to say, saved your life. 

"Y/n," your name rolled off of his tongue. You put on a brave face and smiled as you looked up at him. His blue eyes held a glossy look, as did yours. 

"Elvis," you said softly. Elvis smacked his lips together and pressed his hands into his pants.

"'m gonna miss ya, darlin'." He smiled softly. 

"I'm going to miss you too," you sucked in a breath to compete against the tears. It was no use, you knew the moment he got into the car and drove away... it would be flood works for you. Nothing could stop that from happening. 

"Come 'ere," he said as he pulled you close. His arms brought you a sense of comfort, but it's what caused you to be pushed over the edge. You let out a sob and wrapped your own arms around his waist. Your face was pressed against his chest, his top acting as a rag for absorbing your tears.

"I'm really gonna miss you, Elvis..." 

"I know I know... 'm gonna miss you too. Really... I-I'll try to call ya?" He looked down at you. You nodded and sniffled as you pulled away.

"You better," you pushed his shoulder lightly as you let out a small gentle laugh. He smiled and nodded as he went back to his parents. He gave them both one last hug and picked up his bags. He entered the car and soon drove off. You wrapped your arms around yourself and tried to calm yourself down. You tried to contain your tears, but at this point, you were ugly crying.

"Bye," you whispered out as the car pushed past the gates. You didn't stay too long afterward. You gave his parents a hug and soon you were on your way. You made your way down to the drugstore to make a big splurge on envelopes. Were you going to do the cliche write letters every day he's gone? One hundred percent. Were you going to actually send them? That was something for later you to decide.

After you picked up all the supplies you needed, you made your way back to your cozy little apartment. It was something you were able to afford thanks to Elvis' help. You didn't exactly like him paying for it... but he wanted you to focus on your writing. You wanted to be a writer... it got a little hard sometimes though when you were starved for ideas... but you had an idea.

Letter 001 Dear Elvis, It may have only been a day since you left, but everything has changed. I went over to your place today and the air was thick with sadness. Your mama sat in the dining room with a beer in her hand. I tried to tell her to get rid of it, but she didn't want to listen to me. I couldn't stay there long. I just knew at some point your mama would end up snapping at me for saying the wrong thing. The day was nothing special. I spent most of my time at home reading a book and whatnot. It truly isn't the same without. I feel like I am not outside as much... I say as it's only been one day. Wow, Y/n. Calm down there. You're acting like it's been a year. You won't be gone for that long though... right? Anyways, I finished that book you recommended to me! It was great honestly. I wasn't expecting it to be that good. Not to hate on your book taste or anything... Here's a book for you to read. It's called Breakfast at Tiffany's. It's quite an interesting one! I can't wait for that phone call. I just know hearing your voice would lift up my spirits. Sorry, this was so long... Hopefully, they will get longer. With love, Y/n <3

Letter 057 Dear Elvis, It's crazy that we're almost at sixty letters! Sure... that means sixty letters I haven't sent out... I'm sure one day I'll have the courage to give you these letters. I do have some news. I have been working on a song. I know right? A songwriter? Me!? Pleaseeee. I can barely finish the book I'm writing. It's a song called Underground. I am a bit upset that I haven't received a call yet. No harm against it! I'm sure you are busy with training...I just really miss you, Elvis. And it just sucks because when you're in love with someone... It hurts more when they are away for a long time. I know it's barely been two months... But when you hardly leave the house... it drags on. I got another book recommendation for you! This might be a children's book? But I absolutely loved it! It's cute and I of course cried. It's called, A Bear called Paddington! I'm excited to see how many books I can read while you're away. Not to mention the list I can create for you! I do have some bad news. My uncle called... He is still upset about the whole... thing... Says he wants me to come live with him in Nashville. Of course, I'm not going. Why would I want to be back in that situation? Anyways, I'm sure nothing will happen. If it does, You will definitely find out. With love, Y/n <3 

Letter 105 Dear Elvis, My song is almost done. By almost I mean... the lyrics. I wouldn't even know where to go for the musical instruments parts. Sure, I could see what they got at Sun Records... but I am imagining a whole orchestra. Don't know how to get one of those... Well, that's a problem for later me. Do you remember your first night at the Hayride? I do... I remember running into you as I was rushing to catch the end of Jimmie's song. You might've been a nervous wreck, but I was in a scared state. Not to mention I had to go on after you! I was practically kicked off the stage when the girls screamed for you! I have never been so embarrassed in my life ~

"Bring out Elvis!" Girls screamed as the curtains reopened and you were standing there.

"We want Elvis!" Another girl screamed out.

"Get her off the stage!"

"Elvis! Elvis! Elvis!" People started to chant.

You felt like you were about to cry. Well... you did cry. You remembered hurrying off the stage to only meet with your Uncle's disappointed stare. It's like he was blaming you for not being able to perform. How was it your fault that you had to follow up an amazing act! It didn't matter how wonderful or terrible you did. Hank found something to be mad at you about. 

"What was that?" He pointed past you, towards the stage where the curtains were once again closing.

"What was what? There was nothing to be done. No one was going to listen." You pointed out to him as you wiped away your tears. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of this idiot guy.

"That don't matter, you still go out there and perform!" He raised his voice at you. You shook your head and walked away. There was no way you were going to sit through a lecture that you didn't deserve. Not to mention, you rather not stand out on stage and perform for a group of people who just wanted to hear more of the Elvis lad. 

"Don't you walk away from me, you shouldn-"

"Excuse me sir, but you shouldn’ be yelling at her for something I caused." You turned at the new voice and that's where you saw the guy who just sent the whole crowd into a pool of water. Of course, you knew his name, you were pretty sure everyone knew his name now.

"Who do you think you are? Doing those... those inappropriate moves. I outta have you thrown out of here." Hank threatened him. Hank was the headliner of these things and everyone just followed afterward. You were sure that he could get Elvis removed if he really wanted to… but he needs someone to pull in the younger audiences.

"Leave him alone, Hank. He ain't did nothing to you." You said as you grabbed Elvis’ wrist and pulled him away and outside the building. After you guys were away from the building you let out a sigh and pulled your hand away.

"I'm sorry bout him..." you said softly and looked up towards his face. His blue eyes were piercing, yet mysterious and dark st the same time. 

"It's fine, is he your... father?" He asked. You started to shake your head from side to side.

"Oh hell no," you laughed gently, "he's my uncle. He's taking care of me."

"Jeez, I'm sorry." You let out another laugh and shook your head.

"You're funny. I'm Y/n," you held your hand out to him.

"'m Elvis." He responded and met your hand with his. A quick handshake and the two of you were talking for hours. It’s like you two had so much to say but didn’t have enough time to say it all.

“I wish I was able to hear ya sing. I bet ya sound amazing,” Elvis complimented. You let out a light chuckle and shook your head.

“I was forced into singing by Hank. While it’s fun, he makes it hard to enjoy it sometimes.” You confessed as you let out a sigh. Elvis frowned slightly and reached over for your hand.

“Hey, don’ let him force ya into doing somethin’ ya don’ want to do.” He said. You nodded slowly. He was right, and you did that to yourself as well.

“I want to write. I want to write a book.” You told him with a small smile. Elvis smiled and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Then write. I bet you’ll be a best-selling author.” You blushed at his kind words and shook your head.

“Oh please~”

Letter 276 Dear Elvis, Do you know what today is? If you don't, it's Christmas. Our first Christmas without each other. I still remember our first Christmas like it was yesterday. We were still so young, well... as young as teenagers can be. It was a nice change of pace after your career started to jump. It was like one thing after another, but this was a time for us. A time for us to calm down and celebrate the birth of Jesus. You were so excited because it was the first time you could get everyone gifts, ones that you could afford that they wanted. You were so happy.The way you woke up like a little child. I remember you begged me to stay with you the night before. You were shaking me awake at six in the morning. No no, you didn't want to open gifts. You wanted people to open the gifts you got them. It brings me to tears every time I think about it. I still have the gift you gave me. I wear it every single day. I refuse to take it off in fear I'll lose it… and the presence of yourself. You refused to tell me how much you spent on it, but I could only imagine it was a lot. So, if I were to lose it I wouldn't be able to afford a new one... and I would have to wait until you get back. Not that I would admit that I lost it... because I know you would just laugh and not let me forget about it. These letters and this necklace are the only things keeping me sane during these times without you. Oh! My song is done! I included the lyrics on the back of this page in case you wanted to read it... I just have to find someone to let me record it... and then hopefully somewhere I can sing it. Who knows how long that will take. I will of course keep you posted. With love, Y/n <3

Letter 365 Dear Elvis, Wow... A whole year... A whole year and no contact... No phone call... no nothing. It's like you forgot about me... No no... No no... you didn't forget, right? My uncle says he is coming to get me tomorrow... How true will that be... I don't know, but god I hope he doesn't. If that's so, these letters will stay here. I will find a way to come back if he takes me. I will keep my letters here. Just in case you come looking for me here, you will find my letters. I have just accepted that the only way you will see these is if I hand deliver them, or if you find them.If I cannot come back, my friend will bring them here. She will make sure that everything I write will be left here in my apartment for you to find. They are all for you anyways… Including my book. You know how I started it a bit after we met? It's about our friendship, our relationship that could've been. Hence the title. Hopefully, I'll get this published, but god, if I can't even find someone to publish my song... how will I find someone to publish a whole-ass book? Plus, would it even sell well? Would people even like it?God, now I'm sounding like you. I remember when you told me you were afraid to put out your first song. Afraid no one would like it and now look at you. A famous singer. Maybe I can be a famous writer. Writing books left and right. That's the life I want. I want to be able to sit at home and write future books with a family. Married to my husband... whom I imagine would be you. I also imagine us having two little kids. A boy and a girl. The boy would be older of course so that he can look out after his little sister. With love, Y/n <3 

Letter 468 Dear Elvis, As you know... I'm in Nashville. Hank won't even let me leave the house for fear I would run away. Which I totally would. I have been giving my letters to my friend, so she's been stopping by to drop them off at my apartment. Which is still left in shambles. I told her to leave it like that after I was forcefully removed from my apartment. I still have the bruises. Which is ridiculous considering it's been well over a hundred days. I want my apartment to be untouched because I know you will want to know what happened. Gotta leave up that mystery.Anyways, update on my book... It's practically done. I have to go through the whole thing again and fix some things, but for the most part, it is completely finished! Since I can't leave the house, I am unable to record my song, which is slowly starting to drive me insane. I can't even open a fucking window! I mean how completely ridiculous is that? Jimmie shows up occasionally, but he's out living his own life. I tried to get him to let me out, but... Hank is always there. Some protective guardian he is. I am over twenty years old and he thinks he can still baby me!My parents died decades ago! I can easily take care of myself. I had my own apartment... sure I wasn't paying for it, but I was on my own. I was perfectly fine, and then this fucker decides to show back up. I should sue him for kidnapping me. Well... Now that I'm thinking about it... that sounds kind of nice. I probably won't… but the image of him in jail would be nice. With love, Y/n <3 

Letter 713 Dear Elvis, Welcome home. I'm glad to see that you are home alive and well. I wish I was there... God... I know it would've been just as emotional as it was the day you left... What I would give to just be able to hug you again. To be able to look into those goddamn breathtaking eyes. I would give an arm and a leg. I would do anything just to see you again. Hell, to even hear your voice again. I know the day will come when we can see each other again. I just hope it's... real soon. I need to see you again. I need to be saved.Elvis... you wouldn't forget me, right?You wouldn't just not look for me? You wouldn't just not call me or show up at my apartment... right? If you get to my apartment and open my letters, you will be able to find me. Please lord... Please please please God... please... I just want to be free. I want to be away from this place, I want to go home... I... I want to be with Elvis again. And I know I pray to you every night to make sure Elvis is protected... but now i want to be with him. With love, Y/n <3

"Oh- and there's this," The colonel said as he handed Elvis an envelope. Elvis looked at it confused but nonetheless took it out of his hand. He opened it with ease and peered in seeing a bunch of cash within it. He pulled it out and looked at the Colonel confused. Why was he just given a wad of cash from an envelope? 

"What's this?" Elvis asked confused as he looked at the Colonel. 

"It's your deposit from that unit you were renting. The tenet died so." The colonel shrugged. Elvis was renting out a unit? Since wh- wait- wait... Elvis shook his head and thought back. He was renting a unit... It was an apartment for Y/n. But- wait- what- wait...

"Y/n?" Elvis asked just to double-check. If it was Y/n, that meant she... that meant she...

"If that's her name... sure," the Colonel shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Wait- you said the tenet died? Y/n's dead?" Elvis couldn't believe it. Not only did he forget about his friend, and love, she was dead. How could she be dead? She was so young and had so much life ahead of her still.

"Yeah, they handed me this awhile ago and said you had till Thursday to clean it out or it would all get thrown away or sold." He explained in return.

"Today's Thursday!" Elvis shook his head at his unreliable manager, and he pushed past him to leave his residence. Driving down to the housing unit where you were living in, he parked on the side and rushed in. He knew the way to your unit like it was routine. He knew where you hid the spare key... he knew everything. As he walked it... it looked like a mess... like you were struggling. It's like you were kidnapped?! No no... you couldn't have been kidnapped. The door would've been tampered with. Well.. unless they used the windows. But you were on the third floor...

Elvis walked around and started to pick up some of your belongings. That's when he noticed a box shoved into the middle of the ground. On top of the box in big bold letters was his name. He picked it up and sat down on the couch before he pulled off the top. Inside he saw many envelopes and on top, he saw a hardcovered notebook. He picked it up in his hands and opened it up.

Forbidden Love...I dedicate this book to my best friend, and love of my life... Elvis Presley.

"She finished it?" He mumbled to himself and flipped through the pages. He spotted your cursive handwriting on every single page. It didn't seem to end. Well… in the sense that It wasn’t a short novel. No no, it was long. You clearly spent a bunch of time on this book. As he did sadly... reach the end of the story he paused. There was writing in the middle of the page.

I will forever and always love you more than a friend.

Did you love him? Did you really love him? Of course, he loved you too, but he just thought... He didn't... he thought you didn't even like him like that, let alone love him. He placed the notebook off to the side and reached into the box once again and pulled out an envelope. It was addressed to him... how was it that he somehow grabbed the one addressed to him. He was about to open it but then he saw a number on it. Were all these letters addressed to him?

He went to pull another one and sure enough, his name was printed in that beautiful cursive. He let out a breath and searched for the letter number one. Which... weirdly enough took a long time. There were hundreds of letters, it would take him days to read all these, and your story... He would do it though. He pushed the stuff back into the box and moved it over to the door to take with him back home. 

He went through the rest of the apartment and grabbed the things he wanted to keep and put the rest on the other side to be given away to those who need them. He would make sure of it. He took one last lap around the apartment and stopped as his eyes caught a photo on your bedside table. How did he miss this? He picked it up and looked at the picture of the two of you back in the fifties. He smiled and felt his eyes start to water up. 

He couldn't believe that... he couldn't believe you were actually gone... nonetheless he couldn't believe that he forgot you. Goddamn, Elvis! How could you forget her?? How could you forever about the girl you love... the girl he was in love with? M-maybe it was because he met Priscilla... or maybe it was the fact that the Colonel had him working back to back on these movies.

Elvis got to his car and packed the things into his back seat and drove back home. He knew he didn't want to be bothered he- when even was the funeral? Did he miss it? Wh-where was your asshole of an uncle? Where- Something wasn't right... There had to be something... some kind of message in the letters... or even the book.

As he got back home he took the boxes up to his room and closed the door. He kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat and got down to the ground. He opened the box and took the notebook out and placed it on his bedside table before he dumped the whole contents in the box to organize. At first, he wanted to organize the letters by days of tens... but it just kept piling and piling... 

There were damn near a thousand letters. Sure, he looked at all the numbers, but he gave up at one point. It took him hours just to organize that he had to move into a separate room to lay everything out. It was covering his whole floor almost. However, he read every single one of them and moved them to different boxes. He labeled each box for so many days. He was able to fit a bunch into these boxes, but he wanted to keep them organized... in case he wanted to come back. He always had a box filled with his favorite letters

He read every single letter. It surprisingly only took him one full day. He was thankful for the one front-page letter. It wasn't too much, and it wasn't too little. It was just right. Well, that was until he got to the last one. The very last one... It just sucked that these didn't have dates on them, they were just numbered... He was sure he would probably figure it out, considering the first one started a day after he left... The last letter broke his heart.

Letter 913 Dear Elvis, I am performing my song today. After fighting with my uncle for the longest time, I got myself a place to perform. It is a small club... Like Club Handy, but for the less fun white folks. Still, it's quite a popular place... You may know the name of it. It's called Euphoria. While I don't want to become a singer, being able to earn some extra money to move back by myself would be amazing.It's been absolute hell since Hank took me. Which you already know since I've been complaining about it the whole time. But... I want my old apartment back... I want to be back in Memphis... I miss you... I miss my apartment... I miss us hanging out... I just miss it all. That.. Let's push away those sad feelings because... I'm singing today! God... I wish you could be there.After the show, I'm going to one of our favorite places to eat. It's a fair bit away from where I am, but it's going to be worth it. It's for a celebration! I do wish you could be there... One day we'll meet again, I just know it. I just hope it's soon because I want to show you my book! Gosh, everything seems to be happening all at once. First I finish my song, then my book, and now I'm performing my song I mean! Nothing could go wrong... I would love to stay and keep talking your ear off... But I have to go. I'll find you soon Elvis, or maybe you will find me... we'll have to see. Oh! Also, I heard about the new movie! Looks really interesting! I'll have to go see it at the drive-in or the cinema when it comes out. You always said you wanted to be like James Dean. Even in your first few movies, you were amazing. I bet this will be no different. I know I've talked about my feelings before in these letters, but I just wanted to say that I love you. No matter where you are, I will love you. Ever since I met you I loved you. Your mama may have not been my biggest fan of myself, but she would've liked how I loved you. I just know you're making your mama proud, Elvis. With love, Y/n <3

A droplet of water fell onto the page and Elvis wiped away the tears that had begun to crowd his eyes a few letters ago, but finally started to fall. That had to be it... you went to sing your song... did a beautiful job and went to your guy's favorite place to eat... He knew of Euphoria... it was an hour's drive away from the restaurant. You got in a car crash and it was fetal. How long ago was it? Well... if he had to guess... a week or so ago. Which meant- He needed to call Hank. He... he needed to be at that funeral cause... he fucked up. If he went to her the moment he got back... she would still be here.

Elvis was fully blaming himself. Not only for forgetting his friend, best friend, love of his life... his whole other half... he surely caused her death because he was gone. The best he could do is remember her name. Get her book published and get her song out there because that's what she should've wanted. Well... she would've wanted him to hear it. Elvis wants the world the know about the girl he fell in love with, and missed his opportunity. One that he doesn't want anyone else to miss, because before you know it... they're gone. 

And I heard, "whoo" Then a light broke through the black I was standing on a track That little light began to grow There was no where I could go And the ground began to shake No time left to hit the brake That little light was closing in And suddenly, I'm floating ~ Love, I see you now You found me here Underground

At the end of the song, there are the lyrics “Love, I see you now.” I imagined this to be the moment when she’s six feet under... and she see’s Elvis once again. It is the moment that she’s been wanting to be in since he left, and now she gets to see him again.

I kind of just imagined this whole song of her wanting to see him again, and before the “Love, I see you now.” She basically foreshadowed her whole death. The lyrics I mentioned at the end... You could just imagined it for yourself. But, It’s basically... I imagine maybe she was distracted or upset because she wanted to see Elvis so badly... that when that light came in (aka the headlights of the car) it was too late, and she was gone.

Original ask: “So a wut about Austin!elvis x reader where he had met reader before going to army or meeting Priscilla and reader was the niece of hank snow so they used to meet secretly but when hank found out he took her away from him back to the reader hometown so after years of meeting Priscilla and growing feelings for her elvis gets a news from Tom that Reader has expired because of a car accident? And he goes to see the funeral and remembers all the old times? And regrets leaving reader?”

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[chiarrara]

Dude I’m sorry if I’m sending you a little too many asks but I am honestly just so thrilled to finally have someone to talk to about the two things I am deranged about

Anyways,

Listen Megumi definetly listens to Joy Division seeing how much of a sad guy he is but

This makes me wanna shove my head into a blender. You think Gojo got flashbacks when Megumi listened to this

Here purely because of the line “she tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throat and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew a hallelujah”

Do I need to say anything. (Also Gojo definetly listens to Jeff Buckley)

I needed them to be happy for a moment either this or

this one

Hiiiii!!!! I'm so excited to dig back into this. I'm sitting in my car at the lake and I'm about to blast each and every song you sent me over my car radio while I type :):):):):) I'm so excited. Let's go:

(1980s SatoSugu AU + 1990s Megumi AU Playlists)

1. Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division

Okay, you are so correct about Megumi listening to Joy Division. I love the idea of him connecting so deeply to this song as a teenager with no actual life experience to go along with it meanwhile Gojo is just *thousand yard stare*

100% a song he would put on his sad boy mixtapes

2. Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen

Omg I can't believe this actually came out in 1984. Okay I feel like Geto bought this tape when it came out, and played it for Gojo (who wasn't really into it), but Geto just quietly really connected with this song as like a representation of how he feels about Gojo. it just fits so well honestly...

3. Lover You Should Have Come Over - Jeff Buckley

Okay, I literally heard this song for the first time on a tumblr post earlier this year and it changed my life.

So, this is literally the next song on the album after his Hallelujah cover. It came out in 1994 (but Jeff Buckley feels too mature for Megumi, and I agree, Gojo listens to Jeff Buckley). So my theory is, this album comes out, Gojo buys it, hears the Hallelujah cover and finally gets it the way Geto did in 1984. Then this song hits right after and he just has an out of body experience.

Not sure what the relationship timeline is in this AU....wonder if Geto would be there in 1994 being like, I told you so...

4. Sunny - Boney M. / Hands Up - Ottawan

I love them being happy :) I'm going with Sunny, just because Hands Up didn't really make it out of Europe until the 90s apparently. But both are good, such bops

I'm thinking Geto is more of the audiophile and Gojo is more casual Top 40. So this is a song Gojo would love, but Geto is the one who starts playing it (either on a tape, or on one of those multi-decade or genre stations that Gojo wouldn't turn to) since it's a little older.

5. In My Secret Life - Leonard Cohen

Great song! Very satosugu coded. But I absolutely refuse to allow them to still be this sad in 2001! I can't bear it

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Lol tysm this is so much fun. Playlists below, they are still VERY much WIPs:

[aireterra]

My favorite songs from the (idol) groups that I like listening to:

Dreamcatcher — [Scream]

Ngl, I don't know the members of this group or anything about the group for that matter. However, I really like their songs. I like the vibes of their every albums.

BOL4 — [Travel]

My current favorite BOL4 song. It's part of my morning commute playlist. Lyrics-wise, [To My Youth] will always hurt and I love songs that pierces the heart.

Franchouchou — [Kaze no tsuyoi hi wa kirai ka? // Do You Hate Windy Days?]

The first anime idol group I listened to. If I had an ult anime idol group bias, it'd be Franchouchou. It's actually kinda funny that I liked a zombie idol group first among the many popular anime idol shows out there. Zombieland Saga was actually the reason why I started watching idol anime (and at someone's recommendation too I guess). If I'd have a bias in this group, it's probably gonna either be Saki or Junko.

μ's — [Yume no Tobira]

Their stage for this song was so pretty that I watched it multiple times. I listen to some Aqours songs too but I don't particularly have a fave song from them. [MY Mai✩ TONIGHT] comes to mind but the English lyrics part kinda bothers me a bit.

Saint Snow — [Believe Again]

I remember listening to this song on repeat after watching the episode it was shown in. I immediately searched for the song on YT and Spotify. I think this is actually my number 1 Love Live! song. I wish Saint Snow had more songs (*μ_μ )

Seventeen — [Ima-Even if the world ends tomorrow-]

My ult KPop group ς(* ` ˘ ´ *). I'd love to attend their concert once in my life. I especially like their Japanese songs. PFU is my favorite based on unit dynamics but VU songs are more my taste.

Day6 — [Right Through Me]

Lyrics-wise, I'd say [Zombie] is my fave but [Right Through Me] has that impact on me that I can't quite figure out. I don't know much about the group yet as I've only really listened to their songs but I wanna consider myself a fan of this group already. I really really like their discography.

EXO — [Been Through]

Their winter albums are just the best. I'm not sure which song made me search more about them but it was definitely a winter album song (either [Sing For You] or [For Life]). I was an EXO-M OT4 biased then. Watched their past variety shows (Exo's Showtime and their Happy Camp appearances) during the pandemic and got sad on my own lmao. Ngl, I wasn't a fan of their title tracks ([Growl] and [Wolf]). However, other than those, their songs are just so good. They have the best singers. I like their past songs especially as well such as [Don't Go], [Baby Don't Cry], [Thunder], etc. From their latest songs, I like [Let Me In], the whole DFTF album, and the solo songs of Kyungsoo, Suho, Chen, and Baekhyun. EXO was the first K-Pop group I got into. I'm not updated about this group anymore but I still always listen to their songs.

Stray Kids — [Social Path]

I started listening to Stray Kids' songs because of [Social Path]. It was my intro to the group's discography and it was enough to check out the many other songs of Stray Kids that I came to like.

Xdinary Heroes — [Strawberry Cake]

Same with BOL4, I don't know their members too. I don't know the faces behind the music they produce but before I knew it, one of my playlists had been full of their songs.

[daisyvisions]

Some questions for you. Just for fun. No obligation to answer any of these.~ <3

1) What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

2) What music do you listen to when you write?

3) What time of day do you prefer to write?

4) What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

5) What’s the dumbest thing you’ve written?

6) Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

7) What’s one trope you wouldn’t write, except for money?

8) Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?

9) What is the fic you’re most proud of?

10) What is your fave fic from another writer?

11) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?

12) What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

13) What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

14) Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually? 

15) What grammar mistakes do you always make?

16) Is there a comment of feedback that stands out to you amongst the rest? One that you think of often, remember the clearest, etc.

17) What advice would you give yourself of the past in regards to writing, planning, running the blog, etc?

18) Who is your favourite member to write for and why?

I wanna cry… I've been waiting for someone to ask me a bunch of shit like these tbh HAHAHA OKAY:

What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

➺ oh man, there’s so many! I can’t seem to recall one that stood out the most BUT readers who comment their fave part always get me because sometimes it’s not even a part I would think someone would get affected by haha! 😆

What music do you listen to when you write?

➺ I definitely like listening to instrumental music specifically asian lo-fi hip hop playlists OR Lana Del Rey’s West Coast but instrumental on repeat mainly because I can never focus on writing when the song has lyrics ✨

What time of day do you prefer to write?

➺ I try either afternoon or after dinner before I sleep! Usually times when I find myself alone and unbothered.

What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

➺ Ooh interesting… I think it was during my Kinktober 2023, I had intended a stripper!au for a member but whenever I would try to think of a basic idea for it, nothing came out so I ultimately scrapped it

What’s the dumbest thing you’ve written?

➺ It was one of my asks for Sunwoo, wherein he times on his phone how fast he can make his girl c*m HAHAHA I looked at it a week or two ago and I just went “…what?” HAHAH 🤣

Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

➺ Sad yes, but cry? not yet! haha mostly me trying to create dialogue in my head and the moment I feel the angsty coming in I just know it’s good (to me at least)

What’s one trope you wouldn’t write, except for money?

➺ not even for money but I can never get behind writing idol!au’s (which is ironic) because I guess it seems too personal to write? vs a made up au and all lol

Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?

➺ coffee when it’s an afternoon writing session OR alcohol when I really need to zone in on writing at night!

What is the fic you’re most proud of?

➺ Hate is a Strong Word series, because it was one of the first that I've done and especially for part 1, the scene wherein they were in the closet, that was in my mind for ages, the one scene that started the story, I saw it come to life through words and I was incredibly proud of myself for that!

➺ Other honorable mentions would probs be my camboy!Haknyeon fic, Screw It In Tight, Forget About It, Not Part of the Mission, generally most of my sangyeon fics bcos I’m biased, and of course my very first fic Dirty Little Secret hehe

What is your fave fic from another writer?

➺ I will die on a hill for Get F*cked by kyufiber, I can't stress that enough and was probably one of the fics that made me start liking hyunjae too

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?

➺ Hmm, I can’t say I’ve ever been inspired by something weird! I usually get inspired through sharing ideas / scenario’s with friends, music, or anything nsfw that might pop up on my twitter!

What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

➺ Definitely Royal / Historical AU’s! Setting the tone, the scenery, the research for proper timeline accuracy, I would like to go through that process someday!

What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

➺ I’ve had this idea / outline of a summer series I've been wanting to push out since last year (involving 5 members 👀), it’s nowhere near a WIP but it’s one thing I’m super excited to write about when I get the chance!

➺ but if it was a strict WIP, most like the WIP I’ve got for Jacob coming soon!

Do you have any words/phrases you use habitually?

➺ It’s always gonna be those transition phrases like “as soon as” “instead” and etc that I'm guilty of using akjsdnkajsnd 😭

What grammar mistakes do you always make?

➺ run on sentences…..

Is there a comment of feedback that stands out to you amongst the rest? One that you think of often, remember the clearest, etc.

➺ If we’re talking about one comment, there was one that I still remember the most mainly because the feedback was negative and it didnt make sense to me because I literally wrote a warning on the fic and the person did not see that and proceeded to make the comment when the premise of the story is meant to have a dark tone… 😪 (and I guess I wasnt really in a mood that day so maybe it stuck too because it kinda ticked me off lol)

What advice would you give yourself of the past in regards to writing, planning, running the blog, etc?

➺ Just keep doing outlines, don’t focus on perfecting it. Don’t get too caught up with word count too!

Who is your favourite member to write for and why?

➺ Y’know what? Changmin! At first I just wrote for him normally but when I look back at all the fics I've written so far, his always are the ones I had the most fun writing and in my opinion are some of my personal best!

Thank you so much for sending these in! Seriously I've always wanted to answer questions like these and when I saw this ask I couldn't wait to sit down and write out my answers as soon as I got home! hehe 🤭

[elliott-the-creature]

omg I was listening to lemon demon and two trucks came on, and suddenly I remembered this story I made for an english class in 8th grade. I thought tumblr would like it, soooo here! (text shown below in case you can’t understand my writing). and yes, this is based on rumpelstiltskin lol.

pt 1

pg 1: Once in a big city, there lived a model and her family. The mother knew many studio and record people, and would always talk about her son and how good of a musician he was. One day, she was talking to the agents and said, “My son is such a good musician, he could make a song using any melody or instrument!”. The agents took note and went to her house, where they met the model’s son, Byron. “We want you to come with us, now.” the agents said, and took Byron to the record station immediately. There they handed him instruments and other tools for making music and told him, “If you don’t make up a melody for your song, we won’t let your mom be in this magazine.”. Byron loved his mom, and wanted the best for her, so he agreed. Nodding and promising they’ll be back later, the record agents Byron alone in the small music studio.

pg 2: Byron suddenly felt very overwhelmed, and couldn’t think of a good melody. “God, Satan… whatever will I do?” he said glumly, tapping his foot on the ground. Suddenly, there was a bright light in the room, and an odd creature appeared in front of him. The creature looked vaguely human. It had skin the colour of dark violets, and its eyes glowed a bright red. “Heya there homie! Heard you were looking for some help with those funky things, so I randomly appeared to assist ya!” the demon grinned. Byron was scared at first, but reluctantly told the weird devil his situation. After telling the story, it grinned and shook his hand. “Well, it’s nice to be your new business partner! The name’s Icky, and I’ll make you the next Sen, promise!”

pg 3: “W-what?! You’re actually gonna help me?” Byron shouted in shock. “Heya, calm down kid! I’m a demon, I could do anything I wanted! Helping a mortal with his musical fantasies is the least I could do.” Icky replied, laughter showing in his eyes. “Well ummm… thank you! Now, where should we start?”. Eventually, the two of them made up a catchy melody that almost anyone would love. “Ah, thanks so much! How could I ever repay you?” Byron told Icky, smiling. “Well, you should give me that shiny looking chain necklace.”. And without warning, it grabbed at Byron’s neck, trying to steal the necklace. “H-Hey!! Stop it! I’ll give you the necklace, just stop c-choking m-me!” Byron stammered, trying to fight back. Icky stopped choking the poor boy and leapt back. Byron then reluctantly took the necklace and gave it to Icky, who grinned.

pg 4: “Thanks pal! Oop, gotta scram now, bye!” it cackled, and disappeared. Just as Icky left, the door opened and the music agents appeared. “Are you finished yet?” “Y-yeah… here,” Byron replied, letting them listen to the melody. Immediately, they told him it was brilliant, and told him to think of lyrics now, using the same threat against poor Byron. Leaving him once again, Byron was left feeling more scrambled and sad. “Hey, ya dead or something?” a voice chirped from behind him. Whipping around, he saw Icky floating behind him, staring into his eyes. “No, they just want to make me more miserable by getting me to think of lyrics for the song,” Byron explained. Icky stared at him, then suddenly leapt in the air, flying around. “I know! I know! I know exactly what they should be!!” it squealed. “Well, what do you think the song should be about?” Byron asked.

pg 5: Icky stopped flying and sat floating in the air. “Hah, I have no idea! I just got excited for no reason!” it responded, grinning once again. “God, what am I gonna do with you?” Byron muttered to himself. Sighing, he discussed lyrics with Icky, and eventually made a song about a forbidden relationship between a demon and a human. And just like the first time, before the record people came to see the progress, Icky disappeared. Byron watched the record people go over the song lyrics, then nod to him. “Good good, now you gotta put it all together into a song to record,” the record people told Byron, “or else you know what’s gonna happen.”. And with that, they left Byron again. “Damn, those mortals are the worst. Going and threatening a poor, young, totally innocent soul! How cruel,” “I know Icky, it sucks,” Byron groaned, turning to Icky who had just reappeared. “So, can you help?”

[jessicas-pi]

I just did like 25 more incorrect quotes featuring Jacen, Poe, and my OCs Rune, Diani, and Luce

Jacen: How do you want your coffee?  Rune: Black, like my soul.  Jacen:  Jacen: Rune, your soul is a latte. 

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Rune: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.  Luce: I almost died.  Rune: That... was my favorite memory. 

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Rune, to Poe: I'll be under the mistletoe when you start feeling desperate! 

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Luce: *looks at Caleb*  Luce: Baby boy. Baby.  Luce: *looks at Rune*  Luce: Evil. 

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Diani: You look mentally ill.  Jacen: I am. Let’s go. --- 

Rune: Luce, what are you doing tomorrow?  Luce: Having my day ruined by whatever you’re about to ask me to do. 

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Rune: You call it "really bad at darts", I call it "freestyle acupuncture."  Bartender: ...I'm going to have to ask you to leave the bar. 

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Diani: My heart is guarded but like… very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R rated movie. 

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Diani: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.  Rune: So, you’re not going to share?  Diani: I’m not going to share. 

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Rune: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are. 

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Rune: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Diani and not do the thing.  Rune: Well there’s a clear right answer here.  Rune: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke* 

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Rune: A fistfight CAN be romantic. 

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Rune: I want a bf.  Jacen: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here. 

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Jaen: Is this your plan B?  Poe: Technically, this is plan P.  Jacen: Plan P? Is there a plan M?  Poe: Yes, but I marry Rune in plan M.  Rune: I like plan M. 

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Jacen: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!  Jacen: *aggressively throws water bottles*  Rune: Uh... what's up with him?  Poe: He’s trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.  Jacen: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!  Diani, crying: It's working. 

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Rune: How do Jacen and Poe usually get out of these messes?  Diani: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out. 

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Diani: We need a distraction.  Poe: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Rune, whispering: My time has come. 

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Diani: I am convinced Rune and Poe share a brain cell.  Jacen: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

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Rune: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?  Jacen: *crouches down*  Diani: *kneels down*  Poe: *sits on the floor*  Rune:  Rune: I hate all of you. 

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Rune: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere...  Luce: Only as their rodeo clown. 

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Jacen: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.  Diani: I would say infinitesimally.  Rune: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words. 

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Poe: I made this friendship bracelet for you.  Diani: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person. Poe: You don’t have to wear…  Diani: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off. 

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Rune: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird. 

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Rune: Made you all playlists!  Rune: Diani, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.  Rune: Jacen, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.  Rune: And Poe has the ABBA Gold album. 

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Rune, trying to comfort Diani: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.