#the bit after singing this line...hiii

[hopemikaelsongf]

drag racing through the canyon

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[franciswasteland]

TECH!LEO VALDEZ X THEATER KID!READER

MASTERLIST

Summary: You land the role of Veronica Sawyer in a musical your high school is putting on, and your tech boyfriend tries to be supportive and reassure you when you need it.

Warnings: Highschool!au, Mortal!au,already dating fic, Beware spelling errors, im lowkey dyslexic. I DONT KNOW HOW TO END FICS….

Authors Notes: HIII GUYS IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I LOVE LEO SO MUCH. ALSO THIS IS PARTLY FOR SOME DISCORD FRIENDS !! Possibly not canon written Leo 😭🙏

You were in the drama/theater club at your high school, often appearing as the leading or supporting roles in musicals your school would put on in the auditorium. It was amazing, both fun and something you were good at! But what made it even better was one of the tech kids, Leo Valdez—Who was your boyfriend!

A few weeks ago, you scored one of the lead roles—Veronica Sawyer—in a musical your school was putting on called ‘Heathers’. But, there was a rather… intimate scene with another character, Veronica’s love interest, in the show during the song ‘Dead Girl Walking’, and Leo tried to tolerate it and support you the best he could, but it was getting a little unbearable for him.

“Baby…” Leo whined as you ranted to him about your role in the musical, even though you should have been practicing your lines. “Shouldn’t you be, uh, practicing or something?” He didn't want to send you away like that, but he could go on hearing you talk about that scene.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. I’ll go practice my lines. Thanks for the reminder. Love you, bye!” You say apologetically, kissing his cheek quickly (If any teacher or adult at the school saw you do that you’d probably get detention.) and running out from backstage where you were talking to Leo as he worked on… Whatever he does.

It was a few hours from the first showing of the show as your high school was doing a morning and afternoon show. You were backstage getting ready, changing into costume, and makeup, making sure you had your lines completely memorized and you could hit each note in the songs—Which you could. Expect you couldn’t help but be a bit worried about this. Sure, you had played so many roles before throughout the years you’ve been in high school, but you were worried about little things, a lot of little things which slowly added up to become one big thing for you to worry about—Making sure you’d sing the school appropriate version of the lyrics, making sure you wouldn’t blank on stage (How embarrassing would that be?!), making sure you were perfect.

Then you got an idea.

There was one person that you knew for sure thought you were perfect. Your boyfriend, Leo! Of course, you’d be able to get reassurance from him! So naturally you ran—Not too fast though, you couldn’t ruin your costume—off from where you were sat to find him.

It didn’t take you long to find Leo, he was exactly where you had expected him to be after all. “Leo!” You called out as you walked up to him, placing one of your hands on his arm so he would turn around to face you. And he in fact did turn around and face you like you had suspected he would.

“What is it?” He asked, sounding confused. He thought you would be getting ready for the musical, not running up to him for a chat. “Did ya miss me that bad you had to stop getting ready to come find me?” He added with a short chuckle, gaining a smile.

“Nono,—Well yes, but that’s not why I came to find you.” You replied, worry practically seeping through your words the more you spoke. Leo noticed almost immediately.

Your hand was still on his arm, Leo put his hand on top of yours. “Wow, I’m hurt.” He teased. “Well then, what is it? Whatcha need?” That was one of the things you loved about Leo; he always seemed to know when you were worried or upset about something, even if he didn’t know how to comfort you.

“I dunno, I guess I’m just nervous about this. I’m scared of messing up on stage.” You admit to him, and Leo seems to immediately understand what you mean. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You’ll do great, trust me.”

Then, when you were finally getting that reassurance from your boyfriend, it was about roughly 15-to-20 minutes until curtain—Until you would be on stage. Oh, brother.

You were feeling a little more better as you rushed back to the backstage area of the auditorium, Leo’s words ringing in your ears. The backstage was suddenly not as easy to navigate as it was before you ran off to find your boyfriend. People—Either in the show themselves or apart of tech like Leo—Were running around, trying to make sure the preparations were all set and everything was ready for the first showing of the musical.

Then you got told by one of the tech team members to get in your place on stage.

After about 2 and a half hours, the morning show of your high schools performance of ‘Heathers The Musical’ was over. You bowed before the audience, sweating, your throat sore and hurting from singing for almost 2 hours straight. At this point, all you could think of was the bottle of water that was waiting for you by your bag backstage.

As soon as the curtain closed, you ran off stage to where you had set your bag in desire of the bottle of water you had gotten before hand. And there it was waiting for you, along with Leo, your boyfriend.

“See? What did I tell you? You did amazing, just like I said you would.” Leo said, wrapping one of his arms around you, seemingly not minding the fact that you were practically covered in sweat.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” You groan in reply. “Just lemme grab my water before you start praising me.” You let out a dry laugh, —Dry to the fact that your throat was now killing you. You reached out your hand for your bottle of water, but Leo grabbed it before you could. You thought he would hold on to it tightly and reach his hand up high, making you reach even farther for it, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened it for you and handed it to you, seemingly recognizing how tired you were after performances.

“You look tired,” Leo mused, knowing exactly where this was going to go. After most shows and performances, you would be tired and feel miserable. So miserable and tired that you would just crash in his arms. “Come here..” He said, opening his arms for you to fall into. You quickly leaned your whole body against him, leaning into his arms.

“Thank you,”

[woneuntonzz]

what's it like to love ? 𓇢𓆸

anton lee x afab!reader (part 5/5)

• part 1

• part 2

• part 3

• part 4

warnings: cussing!

genre: fluff -`♡´- highschool love

word count: 2.8k words!!

[note!!: hiii i'd just like to quickly say that this is my first post ever and i'm still a bit insecure with my writing, and english is not my first language so bare with me now 🙏 open for any forms of feedback

please do take note that i will take longer to update/respond to anything because of school, thank you!!! ]

[Day 99]

It's been a few weeks since your senior year began, though, the path to take after overcoming highschool is still a little unclear to you. Still, you don't rush yourself. 

“Psychology's quite interesting.” you said as your fingers glided through the array of vinyls.

“You wanna be a therapist?” Anton was at the other side of the tall steel shelf that divided the two of you.

Your fingers stopped on a vinyl of your favorite The Smiths song. You walked over to the record player, just in time when Queen had sung the last lines to Don't Stop Me Now.  Anton crept up behind you and laid his hands on your shoulders.

“That song reminds me of the time when I first fell for you.” he would whisper in your ear.

You turned your head and looked up at him with raised brows. “Really?”

“Yeah. I've liked you since freshman year. I can remember very vividly. I felt so tired from training at the time and kinda hated that I still had to go to school the next morning. I was sleeping in the classroom during lunch time, and, like, I had my head down and couldn't see anything, then I suddenly heard you singing 'There's a light, and it never goes out'.” Anton sang the last part right into your ear.

When the record started to play the song, you turned around to face him.

“How'd you know it was me if you couldn't see?” you posed him a question followed by a low chuckle.

“That's the thing. I wanted to know who it was so bad, but I didn't know how. I'm still a total loser at the end of the day.” His words got you shaking your head at a mild pace, laughing. “I guess it took me about 3 weeks to figure it out. You would always sing it randomly. At some point I thought you were doing it on purpose to get to me.”

Disbelief was displayed on your face as you looked at him. “Wow, I can't— why would I even try to 'get to you' when you never even talked to me unless you really needed to.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just that —well, I just thought you were like the other girls back then that snuck love letters underneath my desk and stuff.” your smile grew to a cackle that infected him.

The sweet sound of your harmonious laughter and the music marked another halcyon for the two of you to look back on.

“Okay 'Mr. Chick-magnet'.” you joked as you hugged his waist and buried your face in his chest.

As a response, he wraps an arm around your body, and the other would reach behind your head, caressing your hair as the two of you slowly and subtly swayed to the music. 

You two have been together for almost 3 months now. Not much has changed since then other than being more open and touchy with each other and no longer caring if people gave you piercing looks for being so enamored towards each other.

The record store would end up being a hotspot for you two —though, it would only be when you weren't able to go to your grandfather's flower fields. The record store owner grew fond of seeing you and Anton lost in each other's visage, and the music. He saw the way you would stare into each other's eyes and wondered what kind of film played in them to cause so much immersion from the two of you. 

“I thought it was easy to play the cello.” you mumbled against his chest.

“Yeah. It is, you just don't know how.” you giggled at his light-hearted retort.

You looked up at him with gleaming eyes.

“Am I a bad teacher?” he asked softly.

“No, not at all. I guess I'm just really distracted.” a chuckle escapes his mouth by the end of your answer.

“Distracted by what?” he prodded at you with his words, and his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You grin knowing both you and him already know the answer to that.

“By you.”

He took you to his house after another one of his swimming matches. Well, it was actually his mom who had asked you to come to their home for dinner and drove you along. Anton wordlessly thanked his mom for inviting you over, he wanted to do so himself, but he got scared you would decline. 

After dinner, he took you to his room and there you finally saw the cello that would always be in the background when you two facetimed, that he sometimes would play to you through call. He played you your favorite ballad and asked you to sing to it. His mind would adrift from the walls of his room and would follow the mist of your dulcet voice. You loved the way he closed his eyes as he played, and how he'd slowly flutter his eyes open to meet yours. His sobriety shattered as he got drunk in your grace and how your head would tilt to peek in his reverie, and it almost slipped out of his mouth —I love you, but something held him back.

After a while, he would go on to teach you. He'd position himself behind you, and guide your hands with his own. His hands would linger on your skin which made you unable to follow his directions or comprehend anything he said clearly.

After everything that went down, he truly never wanted to let go of your hand as you stepped into the gate of your own home. His smile urged you to drag him along with you, but you resisted, and gave him a quick peck on his cheek before saying goodbye.

“You know when you'd always lecture me on the lessons I can't understand?” 

You and Anton were now seated on the little sofa in the store, you laid your head on his shoulder as he played with your hands.

“Hmm~ what about it?” you asked him back.

“At some point I constantly lied about not getting it so you can teach me over and over again.” he says, almost in a laugh, laying his head against yours.

“Are you saying that because I jokingly called you stupid one time…” you felt him frantically shake his head.

“No! I'm being for real.” he laughed.

“Yeah, okay…” you kept your wary tone from which he dragged your hand near his mouth and bit it lightly. “What are you doing?” 

You two were giggling against each other. It was only with each other that you reached true serenity. You were lucky to have the record store all to yourselves. It would always be empty —at least at the times you'd visit— as if it was being reserved for the two of you. 

————— ୨୧ —————

You sat on your desk, typing out an essay given by your English teacher as an assignment to be submitted the next day. You hopped on a call with your friends who were given the same assignment.

“Our essay topic is just 'memories', she just gave us that word, said nothing else about it and left!” Yuna grumbled.

“Tell me about it. Anyways, what topic was given to your class Y/n?” Liz asked.

“Love. Just love.” you replied, continuously typing on your laptop.

“Dang. That's kinda easy.” you couldn't help but grin at the slight frustration in Liz's voice.

“'Memories' is not that bad. You're both school journalists, you can do it!” you gave them words of encouragement in hopes that they'd start to restlessly type too.

“Okay, okay. Game mode on.” 

You couldn't stop your lips from forming a smile as you read through what you had already typed. The only reason this was easy for you was because of the given topic. It gave you the opportunity to give an answer to the life-long question you've had in your head. 

“Finally finished! I feel so tired. I'm gonna head out first, I might bang my head against my desk if I don't go to sleep, bye lovies! See you tomorrow!” Danielle yawned before leaving the call.

“Me too guys hehe.” Yuna spoke. 

“Y/n? you're still not done?” Xen asked.

“Yep. Just doing revisions. I'll be done in a few minutes.” you were in fact not done, not doing revisions just yet, you just had a lot to say.

“Well, let's end the call and get some sleep. Go to sleep as soon as you finish, yeah?” you looked over to your phone screen and gave Xen a dozy nod. “Okay, bye babes!”

“Bye-bye!”

“See y'all tomorrow!”

You turned your attention back to your essay, deep in thought. An idea suddenly crossed your mind. You would finish your essay, but would end up sleeping way later as your head ran with thoughts about tomorrow.

————— ୨୧ —————

[Day 100]

You woke up to your mom assisting you to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Your temperature spiked up and you felt light-headed the whole time. It was still early in the morning, but you were already receiving sought messages from your friends, including Anton. 

You chuckled before getting up from where you sat. You realized it would take you all the strength you had to get to your room to retrieve your laptop, still, you persisted and was back in the kitchen with your laptop within minutes. You hurriedly sent him the file, but then you remembered. You had intended to give it to him after it had been graded by your teacher —as a love letter. It sounds cheesy, but there's more to that. It contains your genuine thoughts and feelings, the big and the small that you languished over, and most importantly, it contains the words both you and him have yet to utter. 

It was really only recently when you'd find yourself thinking about it. Maybe it's too early —was enough to shut down your thoughts. It had only been 2 months, but you happily embraced his affection, his words, his voice, his touch, every moment with him felt enchanting to you. You were certain he felt the same and he would often express it with his eyes and the placement of his hands and indirectly if he was being vocal. The shared passion for one another was undeniable, and it only seems to be growing more and more as time goes by that even after the first heated argument you've had with him a while back, you two were able to recover and came out better than ever. 

“Eat well hun'. It's better if you lay for the rest of the day.” your mom went over to you to caress your hair.

She had decided to call in sick for work to take care of you today, and you couldn't be more thankful.

You did what your mom advised you to and the whole day, you laid on your bed as you listened to the playlist Anton put together for you for your first monthsary to help you sleep or relax yourself. 

————— ୨୧ —————

When you woke up, the sun was already setting. You weren't feeling any better from when you had fallen asleep which frustrated you a bit. You stood up and stayed there for a little bit, feeling dizzy. You suddenly heard a knock at your door. You weren't sure if it was your hazy mind making up the sounds or if it was real, but you still took weak steps to the door to answer it.

“Tonii?” you were engulfed in Anton's arms the moment you opened the door. “Why are you here?”

Anton didn't speak and led you back to your bed. 

He had that look in his eyes again. It was the same eyes you saw that night at the flower fields. 

“I love you too.”

Your heart was throbbing loudly and it was the only thing you could hear right after Anton's voice faded into your soul. 

He didn't wait for you to respond as he knew you were feeling too weak to continuously speak, and so he cupped your cheek with his hand, while the other held your hand as he leaned in for his lips to slowly collide with yours.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

It was Anton's first time going into the student council office without you. He stood by the printer quietly trying to brush off the student council officers eyeing him as if he was eating up all the printing paper. He immediately rushed out once he got your essay printed. 

He still couldn't believe the length of your essay as it was three pages long, even then, he was intrigued and wanted to read what you had put that made it so lengthy. 

He decided to stay back in the classroom a little longer when lunch came around. He sat on his seat with his back against the wall next to him and started to read. 

What's it like to love? an atypical query to have as a child, as you would think most in the age of innocence could only make time and thought for leisure and the attainment of joy, but young minds are always curious. The very first time I caught a glimpse of love was in the form of a field of flowers…

Anton was hooked and mesmerized with your potency.

…It was from it that I realized that if you truly loved, any ounce of pain, blood, or sweat will be overlooked. I failed to completely understand it back then, throughout my years of adolescence, I've had my fair share of misfortunes when it came to love. I was easily convinced that what I was feeling during those times were love despite the lack of sincerity from those who had taken my heart for granted. It took some time to accept that being 'young and stupid' is not just a phrase being thrown around as an excuse, but it's an indication of vulnerability. I had my time to heal and embarked on a journey to self-betterment, and I thought maybe love is waiting for me at some other point in my life, and this thought would later be contradicted…

Anton flipped over to the next page with a vivid mind.

…I am admittedly afraid of what the future holds. This man that had me smitten was one I never even acknowledged fully until much later. I had no idea what took so long for me to see him when he's been around since I've begun recklessly handing my heart out to others. To think back, if I had handed him my heart back then, maybe I would've been spared from all the tears I have shed because I know he would hold it dearly, close to his own…

…feelings I have never felt before, that I never even knew of, are now all I yearn for when the sky's painted black. It was with him that I understood what it was truly like to be appreciated, to be loved with no conditions. It's a pain to think that it could all disappear with a blink of an eye, but when he holds me close and looks into my eyes, I am assured. What's it like to love? to love, is him. It is he, my love, my one and only. I had liked you for 100 days, and today I declare, I love you, Anton Lee.

Your words plunged deep into his heart. Seeing his name after those words made him feel dazed, warm and just so, so in love. He wanted to see you, to feel you. He looked over to your empty desk and could see the specter of your smile against the light of the sun.

It had seemed as though you had written him a love letter with not much intention of receiving a high mark for your sleepless effort. But even if this task was not assigned, you would still plan on expressing everything you had written to him directly, for the 100th day. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You pushed Anton away gently, and very weakly so. You weren't able to actually make him back away, but he got the message and pulled back. 

“You're gonna get sick too.” you faintly voiced out your worry. 

Anton bit his lip and proceeded to make the heat in your body rise even more as he smiled. He gently pulled you closer to him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping you with his warm embrace.

“I love you so much.” he uttered under his breath, burying his face in your hair.

You just remained quiet, and snuggled even closer to him. Your arms would lazily make their way around his neck, and you would look up and express your love with your lips once more.

Anton went home with a sanguine tint on his cheeks, feeling so warm and fuzzy inside. Let's just say the warmth would become more literal than figurative, and you would definitely be the one to visit him the next day.

Fin.

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[indouloureux]

hiii there 🥰 love your writing!! could you please do a story of joe and the reader FaceTiming with him being all smitten and sweet, and he ends up surprising them with a visit. I need some fluff in my life 🥹

hiii ily mwah <3

the phone rings, two or three times before your face turns into a small square in the corner of the screen, making room for his pixelated face to appear.

it takes a few seconds for his face to clear, though still the blurriness of his camera makes his face look smooth. he lags for a few seconds before he smiles, ear to ear, happiness lifting up the deep lines of tiredness that wave through his forehead.

"hello," he sings from the other side. "hi. i missed you!"

you sit up straighter from the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you smile back just as bright. "hey, babe. i missed you too."

"how's it going there?" his background moves, camera swaying gently from left to right as if he's walking, and you wonder what it is that makes rugged and uneven sounds behind him.

"alright," you scratch your head. "a bit tedious, i'll admit. went to work, they let us go early so i hung out in the cafe nearby, then i went home because this jackass spilt coffee all over my shirt."

joseph pouts, his sunglasses tangled in his curls as he looks back down on his phone, panting slightly. "aw, that sucks, i'm sorry love."

"it's fine. i hated it, anyway," he laughs, chopped halfway due to the weak connection before he starts to move smoothly again. "what about you? what're you doing?"

"it's hectic. fucking mental," he takes his glasses off, must have shoved it inside his pocket, then he ruffles his hair before running his fingers through it. "everyone was nice. except the staff. my dad told you about them, right?"

you nod. "yeah he- um, sent some pics," you smile sadly. "i saw some on twitter. their pics with you. you looked adorable."

"just adorable?" he scoffs.

"fine. you looked handsome. hot. unbelievable. you happy?"

"oh, more than happy," he grins. "but, if we're to compare, your more adorable."

you wrinkle your nose at him. "even miles away, you're still a flirt."

"what, i can't help it." joseph laughs. "i may have called other girls beautiful, but you know you're the angel in my life, darling."

feigning a wince, a hiss leaves your mouth. "i don't know if i should melt or..."

"just accept it," he shakes his head with a chuckle. "i wonder what would happen if i said that to you in person."

"i'd try not to vomit, joe. even if i love you. though, i'd give you a kiss."

"well, you can give me a kiss n—"

the call ends, unexpectedly, the joseph's icon on your phone replacing him. you frown, thinking it must have been some internet problem as your thumb clicks on the home screen and presses on the message app.

you send him a quick text — what happened?

it's sent, but not seen. you huff at the unfortunate event and decide to text a quick goodnight to him before you sleep. but the loud ring of the doorbell stops you, and you'd almost shouted for that person to fuck off had you not been in a good mood after what joseph had said.

pushing the covers off yourself, the doorbell rings again, and you quickly slide on the hardwood floor, exiting the bedroom and take long strides to the door.

you don't expect him to be on the other side of the door.

"can you give me that kiss now?" he opens his arms, phone in hand and a black case behind him.

he takes a few steps back when you jump into his arms, lips smashing onto his all teeth and lips, hands around his neck like you're in some movie. joseph laughs against you, gently setting you down.

"i did actually had to stop physically vomit at your compliment, because i genuinely don't know how to react," you wipe the sweat off his forehead. "but i am happy you're here."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[gucciwins]

why do I imagine h annnnoying bel to wake up from her afternoon nap because he misses her and wants to do things with here and then acts grumpy because she napped and stayed away from him for too long

harry is the biggest pest when he wants attention and cuddles

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Harry was staring at her relaxed face. He had already taken a few photos, but he missed her voice. He missed hearing her laugh at his jokes. Harry wanted her to sing those Spanish songs she played around the house. He craved it. 

Bel had a long day and decided on a nap, Harry was running errands, and when he got back, he found her under the covers. He let her rest, but it’s been an hour, and she promised to go out to the garden and paint with him, maybe even share a glass of cider. 

“Bel,” he whispers.

Nothing.

“Bel,” he drags out. He reaches out his hand and rubs her back. Harry feels her begin to stir, and he silently cheers. 

“Let me see those pretty eyes..” 

Bel snuggles closer, searching for his warmth. 

“Love, let me see those angel eyes.” 

She groans, hiding her face under the covers making Harry frown. His girl usually wakes up happy, eager to see him, and lets him cover her in kisses. He missed her, and now she’s hiding from him.

Doesn’t seem fair. Not one bit. 

“H,” she mutters. “I was sleepy.” 

“Sleep anymore, and you won’t have a good night's rest.” 

She sighs, and he knows he’s won. She drops the comforter down, her hair is now a mess, but instead of fixing it, he decides to leave it and head down while he waits for her. He’s grumpy; she left him alone for so long, especially when she knows he loves her company. 

Harry goes downstairs and turns the TV on after making sure the electric kettle is on so Bel can make her tea when she comes down to join him. 

It’s a few minutes later, and he hears her light steps. She stops behind him on the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, and then heads to the kitchen. Harry practically melts in his seat at her sweet affection trying his best to remain grumpy, but it’s so hard when all he wants is her company. 

“Mhmm, thanks for the tea, H.” 

Harry knows she means it, and the polite response is to say thank you, but he doesn’t say a word continuing to watch whatever’s on the TV. Bel makes her way to sit next to him. She makes to sit on his lap, but when she sees his hands there, she settles for sitting next to him. He slyly moves an inch away, keeping a bit of distance. She doesn’t seem to notice. 

Staring at the TV, his pout deepens, and he just wants a kiss. 

“H, you like this show?” 

“Mhm…”

Bel giggles, surprised. “Okay, I was thinking we could continue watching New Girl. You promised to wait to watch this episode with me.” 

Harry shrugs, “no thanks.” 

That gets him a frown, but she doesn’t fight him. Bel sets her tea on the coaster in front of her and leans her head on Harry’s shoulder. He huffs as if she were bothering him. 

She is quick to sit up and shoot him a look. He stares ahead. 

“Harry?”

“Yes.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” 

She sighs, “liar.” 

He crosses his arms. “Everything’s fine.”

“Okay.” 

She settles back down on the couch, this time on the other end, far away from him. He’s disappointed; he thought she’d try to get it out of him, but she always manages to surprise him. 

As they sit there watching a program, neither of them cares about her phone rings, and she picks it up with a happy smile.

“Hiii babes,” 

Harry discreetly turns to see her trying to decipher who she is speaking with.

“Doing nothing. Oh, you want to go out? This afternoon. Yeah, I’m free. You can pick me up.” 

Harry has heard enough and launches across the couch until he’s lying across her lap and taking her phone in his hand. “Sorry, she’s busy. Call back another day.” 

He hangs up, not even caring who was in the line.

“H!”

Harry pouts, looking up at her. “Don’t leave me. Already missed you so much when you were sleeping. Missed you so much, baby.”

She sighs, shaking her head. She runs her hand through his hair and smiles as she sees him lean into her touch. “Well, next time, don’t ignore me. Doesn’t feel nice.”

“Sorry, baby.” He kisses her wrist. “It upset me going so long without your kisses. All I wanted was a kiss and cuddle.” 

Bel loves Harry. She knows he’s her needy baby, and she wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Well, what you waiting for?” 

Harry shimmies her down until she has her head resisting on the couch pillow, and he slots their lips together. It fills him with the warmest from his toes all the way to his heart. 

“Love you,” he mutters against her lips.

She isn’t able to return the sentiment as he keeps kissing her. It’s safe to say he knows she feels the same way. 

[ryeriy]

request: hiii! could you do a dad!auston matthews and his daughter coming home from school with a bunch of valentines from classmates and her asking him who's his valentine

Be My Valentine- Auston Matthews

warnings: none just fluff

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I was sitting in the parent pick up line at Hannah's school. I saw rush out to the car with a plastic bag with hearts on it. One of the teachers helped her get into the backseat of my car. She buckled herself in and they closed the door. I started to drive off from her school exiting the lot.

"How was school honey?" I asked her while turning on the soundtrack from frozen we had on cd. It's her favorite movie. The volume was on low so I could hear her talk.

"I got valentine today!" She exclaimed at me. Hannah was only four. Just learning how to talk right. Today was valentines day and some class mates of hers brought in valentines to share. She brought some in herself. Hannah was so excited to get them. She was in preschool so this was her first time getting this from her classmates.

"Oh you did!" I was sounding amused. It was so cute to listen to her talk about her day or anything in general.

"I got won from evewry won!" She held up her bag with red hearts all over it. I looked through the rear view mirror. It was filled with those cute valentine cards and candy.

"That's a lot Hannah!" I looked forward and kept driving back to the house we had.

"I wanna show daddy alllll of my candy from my frwiends!" She kicked her feet in the air a little bit. It put a smile on my face to see her so happy.

"Ohhh! Well we are almost home so you can show him." I told her as I turned onto our street.

The last five minutes of our drive was singing let it go from frozen. Karoke car rides are the best with her.

As soon as I pulled into the driveway I parked in the spirt right next to Auston's car and turned it off before getting out and opening her door. I undid her seat belt and picked her out of seat placing her on the ground. Grabbing her backpack and her bag.

When I gave it to her she immediately bolted towards the front door but she couldn't reach it. She had to wait for me to open it for her. I closed her door then locked the door. Made my way to the front door to open it for her.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She screamed as she ran through the door and the hallway. Running into his arms. Had the big full bag of valentines in her right hand.

"Hi sweetheart! What's the bag for?" He said while resting a side one side of her one his hips. Supporting her up with his hands.

"My frwiends gave me valentine!" She exclaimed while showing him her red heart bag.

"Oh really!" He asks her. She shakes her head up and down. That puts a smile on his face. Puts one on mine when I walked down the ways to see it.

"Who yowr valentine!" She asks him.

"Well who do you think it should be?" He asks her. I walked into the kitchen not too far from where they were standing to make Hannah her afterschool snack. Apples with peanut butter like always.

"Her!" She whispers very loudly and points to me. I could hear her whispering but I was pretending I couldn't.

"Mommy?" He asks her while also whispering very loudly. She shakes her head up and down meaning yes. I was trying so hard not to laugh. I smiled to myself.

He puts Hannah down on the ground and walks up to me. I was cutting apples when he came up to me and I turned around to him.

"Hey?" I put on my best show face for this one.

"Hello. I was wondering. Will you be my valentine?" He asked me. I could see the laughter hiding behind his face.

"Of course I will!" I said while pulling him for a hug but before hugging him I kiss him on the lips real quick then hugging him.

"Ewwwww!" Hannah squealed seeing us kiss. She made a soured face at us. After we pulled away from a hug I laughed at her.

"Oh I didn't forget about you!" I said while walking over to her and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

I pulled away from her and she grabbed her bag of candy and started to eat one and both Auston and I had a smile on our faces.

He sat down next to Hannah and ate some candy with her. So nice of her to share. He proceeded to grab one and then offer it to me.

"For you, my valentine." He had a soft smile on his face.

"Why thank you." I accepted his kind offer and smiled back at him while unwrapping the candy.

[magstorrn]

HOW WAS THE CHESS? 👀

hiii maya!! thank you for asking, it was so good <3 i know i've already been insufferable in the cherver about this but here's a few extra thoughts i had regarding each song

act 1

overture: baby florence walks onto the stage toward the chessboard and starts playing, then her father appears, she runs to him and he picks her up and spins her around. they walk hand in hand toward the chessboard and start playing together. eventually some soldiers appear, seem to threaten them, and walk offstage

prologue/story of chess: baby florence disappears and then it's the arbiter playing on the chessboard against gregory while the ensemble dances around them

merano: absolutely insane and very acrobatic choreo!! the ensemble are waving lots of tiny flags. molokov and anatoly walk in first, then walter, walter and molokov exchange a slip of paper, finally freddie and florence enter as the lighting changes (goes bright red and sparkly). freddie is signing people's arms and chests

commie newspapers/press conference: freddie and florence are almost uncomfortably touchy with each other, freddie punches a guy

anatoly and molokov/where i want to be: anatoly and molokov keep getting in each other's faces. anatoly actually does end 'back where he started' as he starts at the chessboard, gets up and moves around, and finally ends back in the chair staring at the board

diplomats: during breaks in the music the delegates from the different sides actually start physically fighting with each other

the arbiter: the arbiter starts singing off stage and they film her from the front as she moves from backstage, passing molokov as she goes. her 'assistants' are wearing black and white outfits with these sort of capes/trains?

hymn to chess: it's hymn to chess. the arbiter is standing at the apex of this huge wooden structure they made for the show. there's also a bit here where the arbiter takes objections from the different sides (florence about the size of the soviet delegation, molokov about the chairs, and walter asks about merchandising)

merchandisers: members of the ensemble are wearing tshirts with chess pieces on them and actually moving around the audience, handing out programmes to people who want them. a few of them are carrying giant teddy bears on their shoulders, which are also wearing chess shirts

opening/chess game #1: i'm with freddie, anatoly is annoying as hell. he actually does play with his flag, then starts walking around while he waits for freddie to make his move - freddie does, looks around confused, then anatoly comes back, eventually they both are standing and moving around. the game ends when freddie just storms off, shoving past anatoly

the arbiter (reprise): yeah

quartet: the stage is lit up underneath in 64 squares and the arbiter is in the middle, and when florence and molokov come too close she forces them to step back. molokov, florence and anatoly are in different corners of the board, and gradually change places. they kept the fruit line!!

florence and molokov: actually probably my favourite bit in the whole show? part of the set design is these massive rectangular structures that move on wheels and are lit up around the edges, and have doors in the centre. the stagehands were moving these around as molokov and florence walked around to symbolise them going in and out of rooms and corridors, and at one point these were placed close together, and they did sound effects for the pushing of a lift button and the 'ding' as the lift opened and closed. florence and molokov were in the 'lift' during the 'fellow eastern europeans' bit, and florence actually smacked the side of the wall and the lighting went red as if the lift had 'stopped'. it was actually unbelievable

budapest is rising/nobody's side: another banger! after freddie sings '1956, budapest is rising, 1956, budapest is fighting' (i think??) the whole stage was emptied except for florence and was flooded with dry ice, the lighting changed, and it was baby florence in the middle (with her older self looking on) as refugees bustled around her to the sound of gunfire. soldiers appeared, florence was protected by her father in front of her, then she screamed 'papa!' and he disappeared. eventually florence was led away by the hand by a woman. then the song resumed, led into nobody's side, and she KILLED IT. the way her voice went up in the middle of the song reminded me a lot of the way yulia iva sang it in moscow

der kleine franz: it's der kleine franz!! holy shit!! no dialogue but a few barmaids/waiters singing drunkenly on a table

mountain duet: lots of people moving around in the background, i tried to watch closely and i saw that eventually freddie came quietly onto the stage and was sitting at one of the small tables, in time for him to sing his bit at the end. as a whole the lyrics were much the same as the concept album.

chess game #2: freddie and anatoly are walking around the table again - eventually anatoly puts down a piece and wins, and freddie sits down in his chair with this massive huff and a sort of whiny outcry of anger lol. and hit his knees with his hands i think

florence quits/a taste of pity: this freddie put a real emphasis on the word 'woman' which was good to see as the horrible nature of that is often overlooked in productions. i do wish though that they'd sung the latter part of the song together - instead florence had the whole first verse to herself ie. 'who'd ever guess it/such a squalid little ending/watching you descending/just as far as you can go/i'm learning things i didn't want to know'. freddie also said the parasite line pretty viciously which was chef's kiss. and sang a taste of pity with a lot of restraint and feeling

defection: freddie's resignation is announced, molokov is very pleased, walter helps anatoly using his cia connections, the usual

embassy lament: this was sublime, the way they timed the music to actions like handing around pieces of paper, tapping their pens, and they each had a little desk that they were pushing around.

heaven help my heart: this was staged very simply, i can't remember heaps about it

anatoly and the press/anthem: walter lets the press in ofc, anatoly is completely trapped by the crowd until he pushes out with the 'i dont leave anything' line, and yeah i definitely think he sang this even more strongly the second time around, it was stunning - his voice was so rich and so consistent??

act 2

one night in bangkok: freddie being very touchy with the ensemble - reminded me of kennedy centre kinda? except with less bisexuality, though i did notice freddie was being touched by a man at one stage and seemed kinda startled by it. at the end the ensemble lifted him up above their heads like he was crowd surfing

one more opponent/you and i: florence and anatoly partially undressed and making out on a bed lmao while svetlana is in a different hotel room on the other side of the stage. there's a great moment where florence says 'surely you knew?' while anatoly is in the other room, and as he says 'i did not' he pops his head out of the doorway while shirtless. i thought this would just be a one off gag but then he kept his shirt off

the soviet machine: single angelic note viigand!! at the start molokov pours two shots of vodka, goes over to viigand, then stands next to him, drains both of them himself, then claps his hands, viigand doesn't react, he says 'fantastic'. the soviet delegation + molokov dance together in a circle at one point. lots of very athletic dancing

the interview: just freddie being a dickhead. at the end though when walter shakes his hand he doesn't seem all that thrilled about it. the video that svetlana is on is actually live and she starts singing while the camera is on her

someone else's story: svetlana was a little out of sync with the orchestra the second time around but still performed the song beautifully

the deal: svetlana is really physical with anatoly during the second part and he actually seems a little afraid of her? she grabs him the collar, shoes him a bit, gets all up in his face, just really angry in general. basically this was just RAH but freddie did seem very genuine when he was telling florence he didn't think anatoly would throw the match for her. i just wish they didn't keep cutting off parts of the deal :/ freddie never gets his full part when he's talking to anatoly (they cut him off after 'prove your love is as pure as snow in moscow', and all anatoly said was 'who put you up to this? there's no deal' iirc which sucksss i want the whole 'refugee, total SHIT' part!! is this too much to ask!! we didn't get 'are you sick, are you mad' either :'(

pity the child: the song started with all of the other main characters standing in the shadows around freddie and continued that way for a while. they also had doors quite literally closing on him which was cool

i know him so well: rly good, their voices sounded lovely together

talking chess: very RAH again. i think freddie did finger guns at anatoly at the end after saying 'don't let mediocrity win'

endgame: this was sooo good. they had the names and photos of past champions showing up during the first part which really helped me because i can never discern names. the song started off with viigand and anatoly sitting down playing each other, then anatoly stood up, started moving around, things changed to a sort of 'dream state' where anatoly was again crowded in on all sides by everybody, and you even had molokov and walter brushing past him while he looked at them for help. florence and svetlana had their verses and were actually playing against anatoly, and together stopped him putting down a piece at one point. this anatoly genuinely seemed pretty distraught but badly wanted to win

you and i: they were actually holding each other during this part and singing into each other's faces, it was intense. svetlana came in at various points, kissed anatoly on the cheek, and eventually he went away with her and left florence crying into her hands. there was a staircase at the back right of the stage which i think was meant to be a plane? so you saw the soviet delegates and later molokov go up there and later svetlana and anatoly

walter and florence/anthem reprise: OOF THE REPRISE... this was the final performance of his show and it was clear florence put a lot of effort into this final song and it showed!

[mrschwartz]

some stuff about the curitiba show :)

when the roadies were setting up the stage, one of them soundchecked alex's mic, and a few minutes later another roadie came with wipes and sanitized the mic and the stand, which i thought was very nice and important

no mirrorballs in sight :( not even when they were setting up the stage

something that i forgot to mention in the primavera são paulo post: the song they've chosen to enter the stage to these past shows is tom jones's it's not unusual which is jfnjfvnjfvnjvn so funny for some reason

hearing sculptures live and as the first song on the set is still one of the best experiences i've had in my life (twice!!!). the instrumentals are impeccable, you can feel the bass, the drums and the synth in your whole body (not just the chest, which is my favorite part) and alex's voice is intoxicating. the gasp is still unbelievable and made me light-headed lol

when alex walked out i got pretty disappointed that he was wearing the same outfit that he did in primavera, but as the show went on i started to think that he didn't, bc i started to see that now in curitiba his blazer was black whereas in primavera it was blue. now i'm not so sure nvjfnjngj i think it really was the same blazer, the black one. lighting is crazy

alex was having some kind of trouble with his in-ear monitors, he kept taking them out and putting them back in. at first i thought it was bc he wanted to hear the crowd sing along, but then i realized that he kept gesturing to the crew on the wings of the stage to adjust the sound (by pointing at his mic than up, at matt than down, etc)

it was a bit chilly in curitiba by the time the show started (like 12ºC i think) and, bc of the dry ice on stage, you could see alex's breath coming out of his mouth when he sang. i thought that was just so cool. def an imagine that is forever engraved in my mind

hearing the entire crowd shout HA in that part in body paint was awesome

during 505 alex kept going HUH very emphatically every few lines for some fucking reason lol it didn't annoy my bc this was my third time seeing this song live and for me that sure made it very memorable but i'm sure that for the poor people experiencing it for the first time it must've been really jarring fnvjfvnjgbn

will forever and ever be trying to come to terms with the fact that they've could've played opp instead of 4/5 and fireside instead of the car but they didn't :( (i love 4/5 and the car but i had seen them in primavera already) wish i could've experienced that's where you're wrong live too :(

he walked on stage for the encore after the rest of the band in the nick of time again, just in time to help "guide" matt through the stabs before the main part of the song and to start singing on his cue

during mirrorball, when he sang the "for the moment when you look them in the eyes" line, he chose someone in the crowd to lock eyes with and stared at them for a good 20 seconds, and the crowd lost their colective minds lol. in the moment i thought that person must've Died but then the next day i found out that the person was the girl who met them in the hotel in rio de janeiro. i saw that she posted on instagram that he was trying to read the sign she'd brought. i messaged her and now we're friendly with each other lol

during r u mine alex kept glancing up at the sky and i'm pretty sure he was looking at the lightning, it started to rain the Second the show ended

he only said "obrigado" a few times but something in portuguese that he did say that surprised me a Lot (a lot) was "OIEEE" bc. for non-portuguese speakers: "oie" is Such a casual hi it's crazy. it's basically a "hiii <3" vfnkdmkjfg how does he know that who even taught him that how did that even come up vfkmdckfjgn he did it like two or three times, and i lost it in each one lol

he didn't walk around the stage so much as i was used to him doing when i saw them live in lolla 2019 and now in primavera, but he seemed very relaxed and happy and smiled a lot, thanked the crowd a bunch and threw a lot of kisses at us and stuff

after the show ended i stuck around and started screaming at the crew on stage to give me the setlist but when like over 5 of them had shrugged and smiled apologetically at me as if to say they couldn't, i decided it was time to give up lol (no one from the crowd ended up getting it, which made me feel better)

[superherorambles]

hiii made a post abt this a while ago but i wrote a little drabble abt it just abt how i imagine things happening, etc, enjoyyy

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Jason would consider himself an insomniac.

He mostly catnapped during the day and got all his work done at night, however, he has now hit a… Stumbling block.

Well.

Stumbling block was a bit harsh, for a newborn baby.

He wouldn’t change anything about Damian, Damian was the light of his life, one of the only good things he had.

So, Red Hood transitioned to mostly working during the day, since that was when Damian slept the most, curse his little baby sleep cycle.

But Jason didn’t mind; the schedule change would keep everyone guessing, including Bruce.

Which was kind of important right now, because he’s sure that Talia was losing her mind, which, okay, fair, Jason did kidnap her kid, but he knew what happened to babies in the league.

As soon as they could hold a weapon, as soon as they could walk, life became a fight to survive, and Damian would’ve been held to an even higher standard, as their ‘prince’.

And even if Jason was no longer had a place in the Wayne family, he still felt an attachment to them, so finding out that Bruce’s biological son, would end up having to endure hell, all because his mother was fucking nuts, Jason felt like he had no choice.

And now... Now, Damian was his everything. He couldn’t imagine living life without his baby in it.

Even though he was exhausted, every day after coming home from bashing villains heads in and keeping the local mobs in line, the highlight of his day was taking his helmet off, scooping Damian out of his crib, and holding him close, allowing relief to wash over him, just feeling Damian still alive and breathing in his arms.

He found that nowadays, he slept best with Damian cradled in his arms, curled around him. Jason would sing to him, soft, Arabic lullabies, eyes shut, smiling as a tiny hand twisted in the front of his shirt.

[krispiecake]

hiii tell me about your show pls!!!

1) i love you. we should kiss

2) before i get into this because im #scared ppl will make fun of me, I’m aware that my show is a teen drama and deserves criticism in some areas, i am actually very interested in having long conversations about this criticism bc i think that its genuinely interesting and i have a lot of thoughts about how some themes such as (and especially) class could/should be handled going forward in the final season. However, i also think that it is a very well made show and also very well written (99% of the time lol) and explores very interesting lgbt+ themes and is the first show in a while that ive seen that portrays first/new/young lgbt relationships really well. That is my disclaimer.

3) so. its called young royals on netflix. and its my favourite thing in the entire world. Its a swedish show centred around the prince of Sweden, Wilhelm (diagnosed autistic by me. bc i said so.) Key facts about him are: anxiety disorder, lame, sometimes I wish i could smack him upside the head but with love. Wilhelm is sent to a private boarding school after getting into a very public fight in order to punish/straighten him out (pun intended). At this boarding school we are introduced to Simon (my fave character), who is a non boarder/scholarship student along with his sister. When we meet Simon for the first time its when he is singing a solo in the choir for the prince’s welcome ceremony/celebration thing. During this, Wilhelm basically um. falls in love. Well maybe not love but the boy is down BAD and it’s embarrassing for him. Key facts about Simon: i love him, has never done anything wrong ever, I love him. While Simon’s main ‘role’ as it were is love interest, I believe that the show does a fairly good job and creating depth for him as a character, providing a lot of context and information about him as an individual and as part of a relationship. He has his own plot lines and scenes completely separate to Wilhelm. HOWEVER I would also like this to be explored further in the 3rd season, and I hope we see a more emotional side to him too, because while we do see him express both positive and negative emotions, I still feel like he holds the especially negative ones back and away from other characters like Wilhelm - which is in character, however I personally would like to. see him cry or something idk because he deserves a breakdown. like a proper one with shouting and throwing things.

ANYWAY. We get to see their relationship grow over the episodes and honestly there is a little bit of flip flopping from Wilhelm, bc while Simon is confident in his sexuality, its implied that this is the first time Wilhelm has ever really acknowledged his attraction to the same gender, meaning we watch him learn how to (sort of) accept himself and be comfortable in liking Simon. PERSONALLY I think the way this is portrayed is quite authentic and at least somewhat similar to my own experience in coming to terms with being a lesbian specifically (although i never rlly got to kiss any girls about it so. that sucks). I think a really good example of this is their first kiss scene at the end of s1 ep 2, where we see Wilhelm making the first move when he initiates handholding (im aware of how juvenile the sentence sounds i just couldnt think of another way to put it lol) as they are watching a movie (its movie night so the two main dorms are all present, Forest Ridge (boys) and Manor House (girls). They have a cute little handholding moment until Wilhelm becomes flustered/anxious over people noticing and runs out of the room. Simon follows after a moment and this is when we get the first kiss. Simon is the one to initiate it the first two times and Wilhelm just kind of 🧍. He’s not good at this yet okay. After the second kiss, shocked back to reality by a noise from the movie down the hall, Wilhelm starts with ‘I’m sorry I’m not-‘ and Simon starts to leave, obviously sensing rejection. However, rejection does not come because Wilhelm grabs his arm and pulls him back. He’s clearly very anxious about the whole situation and running through his head is what I assume to be a million different thoughts of ‘am i allowed to want this? is this okay? do i want this? what will my mother say? this would be national news. What would my brother say? am i allowed? i dont think this is allowed.’ Simon does not say anything, allowing Wilhelm to take the time he needs to organise a coherent thought. And despite his anxiety, despite every thought in his head, he pulls Simon closer by his shirt and this time, Wilhelm is the one that kisses him.

I like this scene bc 1) its cute, like rlly cute 2) as I said i think this is a good example of the whole ‘coming to terms with it’ aspect because I remember that anxiety, I remember those ‘what would my mother think?’ thoughts and most importantly, I remember my lesbianism (or in Wilhelm’s case, his queerness and attraction to Simon) winning. I remember the way that once it popped into my head that ‘hey, you might be a lesbian’ it literally never left until i sat up one day and confronted it. And I think that this is a really sweet and probably true to life for some people way of showing this on screen.

Now. I actually have so much more to say about this show Like i could talk/type for HOURS. about it but I won’t. Know that there are so many details about this show and the casting choices and the writing and directing and acting choices that i am OBSESSED with throughout BOTH seasons. All that i typed literally only got us through 2 episodes and i didnt even talk about the other important bits. I really cannot over emphasise enough how much there is to this show. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it there though, but feel free to ask questions/for my opinion on any aspect of it. I will say if you havent watched it and somehow this has convinced you to do so, there are a few triggering subjects such as drug + alcohol addiction/misuse, death and grief, and MASSIVELY child exploitation material from season 1 ep 4 onwards - this is because a, if not THE, major plot point/conflict in the show is that a ‘sex tape’ (as it’s referred to sometimes) is filmed of Wilhelm and Simon (both 16yrs old in the show) without their knowledge or consent, and is then leaked to the public. I have some personal grievances about how this is handled in the show, however, I also dont think its handled ‘badly’, as the way the characters handle it is part of the plot and is ultimately part of what the show is criticising. If you want me to explain this further I can do as well, as i know this subject can obviously be very triggering and its best to know what youre getting into to decide if this show is right for you.

[sky-is-torn]

sky!! i’ve been thinking about your ask about midnights and i want to know all your first impressions/current thoughts on the albums.

what lyrics have you been thinking about? what songs stand out? have your song rankings/opinions of songs changed since your first listen?

tell me whatever you’d like, you don’t even need to answer this questions.

hiii lovely!!

when i first discovered the album, i was *so* surprised by the first few beats of "Lavender haze", i was expecting something way calmer i think😂 my instant favourites were anti-hero, labyrinth & sweet nothing

btw i found it so funny to see everyone hating on the sexy baby line when i loved it, especially because of what follows it, "i'm a monster on the hill too big to hang out slowly lurching toward your favourite city pierced through the heart but never killed" like !!! that was the first time i had to rewind because these lyrics!!! made me lose my mind a lil bit

ohh and the 'everybody agrees, everybody agreessss' made me think of the way Lorde sometimes sings? i can't think of a particular song but it gave the same vibe and anyway i loved it

i'm sorry to say that after the incredible, genius, heart-breaking lyrics of you're on your own kid, i jumped out of my skin with the beginning of midnight rain lol, not the best experience with the song at first

labyrinth was an instant favourite, the way her voice sounds so vulnerable, the lyrics... also the fact that i'm always taking the stairs to avoid the elevators because i literally don't trust them... like i know it's a metaphor but literally i related both to the metaphor & the irl situation i really felt psychoanalysed on that one lol

on first listen of the 3AM tracks, i... fell asleep lol (i wanted to wait until it was 3AM for me to have the real experience & ended up falling asleep i think i was only conscious for the great war xD)

on second listen i loooved the great war, i kept seeing metaphors for the book i had just finished reading ("this is how you lose the time war"), the lyrics were so clever and the song is exactly the kind of catchy song i love to listen to while power-walking lol

high infidelity was also an immediate favourite, wow!! the parallels to champagne problems made me go a lil bit insane, also the way she enunciates "storm coming, good husband, bad omen" is just... *chef's kiss* wish i could inject this shit directly into my veins xD

would've could've should've is such a good song, when i first listened to it i loved it, but the more i listen the more it grows on me it's sooo good ("now that i'm grown i'm scared of ghosts"??? "the tomb won't close"??? "stained glass windows in my mind"??? "living for the thrill of keeping where it hurts"????) that at the end of it i never know what to listen to next (dear reader seems like a weird choice tbh) so i keep it on a loop ^^

when i first listened to the album i was a bit disappointed by maroon because i was expecting something totally different (i think it was the problem with having these track titles for so long before the album, i had theories & hopes whereas usually i go in blind) and since then the song has grown on me so much, her voice sounds so *gorgeous* in it and the lyrics are very good too

anyway i'm gonna wrap this up because otherwise this will turn into a literal novel, if you've read thus far you're already a hero <3

[fitgothgirl]

Hiii here have an update :]

Things are decent, not much going on lately. Still making it to the gym about 3 times a week for lifting, but just recently starting to try to get more cardio and steps haha. Lifting is awesome but I would also like to be losing some fat here and there too lol, can’t forget about that. I at least just want to get enough steps a day but I know cardio is good for your heart and lungs and whatever (grumble grumble) so I want to get some times of higher heart rate once or twice a week to start with.

A couple days ago I also started a bullet journal. I’ve always liked these but never thought I could do one since they always look like works of art and I’m not artistic, don’t have pretty writing, etc. I didn’t want to try it and mess it up or end up not using it because I hated my artwork. But I recently saw a tumblr post about how making bujos like that is great for people who can/like to do that, but originally bujos were made by a guy (Ryder Carroll) who wanted it to be super simple and straightforward. In his Youtube intro video his handwriting is even messy enough that I almost can’t read it at times lol. But I guess a lot of people are like me and get overwhelmed at how we normally see bujos and so we avoid them, but he actually invented the method specifically as a neurodivergent-accessible way to stay organized, apparently in particular for people with ADHD. So that made me feel way better about starting my own. I did watch some other videos of people’s minimalistic spreads which I took from that added to Carroll’s original method, like a habit tracker and a gratitude page, etc. But otherwise it’s really straightforward and all I use is just a graph notebook (I like graph paper over dots hehe), a black pen, and a ruler (not even necessary technically) and that’s it!

This is good for a lot of reasons but I especially want to use it to help me with what I think is going to be a New Year’s resolution - get out of debt! Or at least close to out of it - not sure if I could completely get out if it in just a year. My financial situation is horrendous and embarrassing. Since I started my bujo in December, this month’s financial goals included just not using my credit card anymore, and starting in 2023 I want to plan specifics for paying off my cards and saving a little. With Christmas shopping this month, I couldn’t really start with that stuff yet (even though I’m keeping the shopping minimal this year).

I’d also like to start incorporating a way to meal plan/meal prep with it, but I’ll do that down the line a bit. One thing at a time.

Otherwise things are pretty chill. Concerts petered out after October - had just one at the end of November and we have NONE scheduled for the next THREE MONTHS. This is crazy for us lol. I bet at least one will come up before then though. It’s funny though cuz if not, the last concert I went to was AFI, and the next concert I go to will also be AFI haha. The one that just happened was a regular album tour show; the one that will be in March is a special one-off concert where they will be playing an entire album through “for the first and last time” (Sing the Sorrow, since it’ll be its 20th anniversary). We have to travel down to SoCal for that one too. So unbelievable we even got tickets, I’m so stoked. It’s going to be a special night with the most diehard fans.

Anyway, December is surprisingly an almost plan-less month. Just Christmas and New Years obviously, and we’re having a late combo friendsgiving/secret Santa dinner party at the end of the month too. Enjoying the lull in things before the schedule gets packed again in spring - besides that concert in March, there are already plans coming up around then and onward. I love doing stuff and I also love staying home, so I got a good balance right now lol.

[woozi]

hiii yza… this ask’s a bit of a long one but! thought u might appreciate some svt rambling from yours truly, car crash anon. I was rewatching a bunch of dance practices lately (been on a real svt kick trying to find all the moments of them singing live during dance practices bc I enjoy that. I did find them only I didn’t take any notes which will be tragic for me like a year later I bet) and noticed that like. there’s this part in HOT (the like… post-chorus? whatever comes right after the hot hot hot bit) where both hoshi and dino take center for a brief period, and what they do differs. and the Way it differs is like, the move hoshi does really focuses on his lower body while dino’s focuses like. on the upper body. arms and shoulders. it's a great time for me no matter what bc like hey. my biases. but this did remind me of the kind of unhinged ask I sent u where I mentioned that hoshi like. almost imperceptibly bends his knees a little more in the fear chorus. It did get me thinking tho like. I feel like that’s a really distinctive characteristic of how he dances—the way he uses his lower body, I mean—and I always enjoy taking note of it? it just adds a little extra… pizzazz, yknow? so I thought I’d pick a few moments of like. things I think r really indicative of hoshi’s style. to share. (apologies I did not also include dino stuff in this ask bc I think it would be… way too long. to appease my own self I want to say that somehow it was only today I noticed that during vernon’s bit in _world hoshi and dino r having fun in the back lol)

clears throat. firstly in insomnia zero II #1 mingyu makes fun of how hoshi stands and I’ve never stopped thinking about it bc its so true. I genuinely love it. not really music in that one but I have to mention it

off the top of my head, hot & god of music both have hoshi feature in a lil solo dance that draws attention to his legs (god of music to a lesser extent but I did replay the beginning of the little instrumental solo for the god of music dance practice so many times bc hoshi’s legs like shift sooo quickly in his bit)… cheers has his iconic line and that bit definitely has moves centered on his lower body.

okay now moving past the parts that could conceivably be normal to mention lol. in the inside seventeen for the bss circle chart awards around 4:55 hoshi’s fun little improved adlib absolutely counts as smthing that I see and just go “oh that’s so distinctively hoshi” for me. like. the way his hand is on his hip and the exaggerated degree to which he’s leaning. to that regard… if u look up a fancam of crazy in love from the ode to you tour around 2:30 there’s this lil dance break bit they’ve added and like. the Angle at which hoshi puts his hands on his hips is like. he’s bending back and his legs are planted fairly forward and it makes a really striking pose to me. let’s see… there’s also his choreo for bad which is like. that drop where he just like… slowly squats into a kneeling pose is like. yeah. that makes sense. and then there’s a move where he like. bends? rolls? idk he sits a little differently and it’s like. that same thing. OH. ok I think I can describe it. there’s this way that hoshi will like. lean back and SINK into a pose that I really like. like there’s this drop and it feels really… stable? which happens in both fear and crazy in love and in bad. and it happens right at the beginning of touch. love that performance. touch also has his basically doing the limbo in one of the choruses.

(also I didn’t know how to put this in the ask naturally but. I don’t think I’ve seen this opinion before even though I feel like it should be common. So. I just need to mention that crazy in love is simply THE hoshi song for me. like. on the vocals end it’s a GREAT showcase of the different places his voice goes: first lower in the intro, and a really good demonstration of the distinctive way he shapes his vowels, and then after the chorus, it’s higher and lighter, and then he starts off the final chorus and his voice has a different vibe then, too! i really struggled with picking out hoshi’s voice when I first got into seventeen because like… it sounded like different voices at different pitches to me I guess? anyways I wrote a guide to myself about it (out of curiosity I opened up that guide again and. Why is it almost 5000 words.) and I’ve never had trouble since. and then it’s like. he’s always great at dancing and he’s got a lil fun dance break in the ode to you concert. awesome. also I like the song.)

CAR CRASH ANON HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

the way u keep rewatching footage is SAUR saur interesting to me that's very blair waldorf love it 😋 ALSO HIGHLY AGREE WITH THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, i noticed that too!! also love how perf u's in the middle of that sequence 😋 also SOOO true!! i feel like hoshi's energy brings a more rugged and raw feel to his dances which i think is just SOO fitting for him tbh. and u wON W THAT PLS FDJFDJKFDJK

AND NOT CONCEIVABLY NORMAL 😭😭😭 LOVE HOW U EVEN MENTIONED TOUCH TBH?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? one of my favorite hoshis <33

and u would be right 😋 hoshi IS a very versatile performer and i think he just has Something (a certain je ne sais quoi 😭 LMFAO) that really draws u in about him <33 obsessed w how much love this ask exudes for the dude u r SOO horangdan <3333

and thank u for sharing these w me <3333333 love that, and i missed it sm!! hope ure having a great one 😋

[umilily]

Hiii it’s Shoey! So sorry for my absence, I’ve been busy with work sadly (ヽ´ω`)

Buuutt I'm here back with my meru rambling teehee, I've been thinking about him and kaname a lot

1) thinks about. kaname at some point waking up and meeting the reader in coffee cups and the absolute mindfuck and shenanigans that happen after. It would either "why are fucking my brother." or he looks up to you? Somewhere in the middle ground? Kana waking up and being back in sync is definitely a pot hole of itself but it's a fun thought

2) hi. bunny meru. been thinking about him again and. Just imagining putting on the outfit he has on or some sort of alternate outfit. It's such an outfit but I think it would be fun to wear ya know? boobs might be a problem but hey and plus himeru yume goes crazy I need to see his reaction to reader putting on the thing

3) do you ever stop and think about how kaname is butterfly coded and oremeru is moth coded. yeah

anyways I'm gonna go night its late here so if these feel lackluster sorry it's the sleepiness getting to me kay byeeeee

- shoe anon

welcome back shoe, good to hear from you <3 i hope you're not too stressed out from your work :)

yesss... rambling! i've been so busy lately, this feels like a real treat. i much prefer to think about kaname and meru than about biochemistry lmao thanks for always sharing your thoughts with me <3

1: “why are you fucking my brother” lmaooo don’t tempt me to actually put that line in a fic. But yeah, I’ve been thinking about that scenario as well. it’s probably the biggest thing I haven’t actually decided on whether I should have that happen in the series or not. It’s so tempting and I have a lot of thoughts on what could happen in that scenario, but also I’m worried that the sheer amount of issues that would arise with that development might be a little too much to properly fit into the format of the series, if that makes any sense. I imagine that Kaname would be very torn between how much he looks up to his brother and being angry about meru just taking over his life and acting like he’s doing Kaname a favour. Between that and meru just being completely overwhelmed by the situation and being too emotionally inept to understand Kaname and act accordingly, I imagine the overall situation in the household to be quite tense with poor reader just stuck in the middle of it and trying to mediate. Because of course meru (being a bit of a control freak) would insist that Kaname moves in with you when he gets discharged from the hospital. Imagine being home alone with that kid while meru is at work and Kaname just constantly switches between singing the highest praises about his brother just to be grumpy the next minute, complaining that his brother treats him like a child and doesn’t take him seriously. Also, consider the following: I think the reader and Kaname would end up getting along just fine and naturally meru is happy about that and it puts his mind at ease to know that his brother isn’t lonely when he himself can’t keep him company. so everything’s just peachy, right? Think again, because when is anything involving these people ever not complicated. i would imagine that once meru thinks about it, he’d actually get jealous (a little or a lot? lol) when he considers that Kaname and him basically look exactly the same and considering the type of person he himself is and how complicated he can be, he starts to worry that reader could ditch him for his little brother. (as if they would ever lol) and of course that trainwreck of a man would not say anything and just bottle it up until he snaps and- well what would happen in that scenario might be a thought for another day (that I may or may not have a WIP about, buried somewhere in my fic folder on google docs lol)

I haven’t given up the hope that we might get some more crumbs on that whole topic soon, so I’ll be a little patient before I actually decide on whether to write about that or not.

2: I feel like if you’d actually wear his clothes secretly and he caught you, he’d try to act annoyed about it like “you’re gonna stretch the fabric” and all, but he’d also find it way too cute to actually be mad and you could tell lmao just imagine trying on the bunny ears and he just comes home and stands there in the door like 🧍‍♂️ when he see you. he’d probably be so embarrassed lol

3: … actually, I’ve never made the moth connection, but now that you point it out, he really is :o if you have any further thoughts on that, please feel free to elaborate, I have to ponder on that for a bit… also: this is a very random thought that is only vaguely connected to this (?) but do you ever think about how most people like butterflies, but at the same time think that moths are creepy? (or is that just the case with the people I encounter?) Anyway, rude! What did moths ever do to them? they’re cute, fuzzy little friends… now I’m thinking about meru in a very fluffy sweater lol

[bawkrya]

hiii *chin in hands* please expand on your wb fandragons theyre so gorgeous<3

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OK

SO STARTING WITH XIRUI.

so most obviously. coatls are the singing breed. While coatls in My lore don’t predominantly speak in whistles & the like, they do implement it into their speech style and are able to switch between the languages with ease-- similar to how xirui can so easily switch into the different opera roles with little warm up.

coatls are also just autism creatures to me so thats another point

for his outfit, i actually have the pearl necklace (pendant? idk which one it is) for his phoenix pendant necklace he shares with his sister..........when i make the dragon for his sister, she’ll be wearing one too!!

i SPECIFICALLY chose pearlcatcher for fengtai bc holy shit man

not to knock on fengtai but pcs are the snotty rich person breed. LMFAO. for on site lore it’s noted that they tend to be a bit pretentious and AGAINNNN not to knock him but i think it suits him <3 

on top of this with their pearls, fengtai is Very much one about his memories, and if i ever like. do his gijinka for fr. his watch w his mothers picture in it has a pearl casing on it with memories of his mother. he also gifts xirui a pearl ring, chacha’er pearl earrings, and xiang’er a pearl brooch-- again, all the material used to hold memories. again in My lore idk if its a canon thing but other breeds are able to parse PC pearls memories, so they can see it too <3

Also, while I don’t Have her yet, Cheng Meixin is a skydancer. I WAAS going to make her a PC too considering her elitism but 1. adds more separation between her and fengtai, which is a huge thing on the cheng siblings dynamic, 2. given how quickly she can pick up on certain things (*motions vaguely*) to get what she wants, I felt the skydancer lore regarding the gems on their heads was more fitting for her.

NOW XIANG’ER. bringing in the lore that splits PCs and Imperials, i like to think a lot of the conflict is in regards to modernity. Which is. very much a dynamic between fengtai and xiang’er that causes arguments.

Xiang’er commonly claims during said arguments that she must be “too old fashioned” for fengtai, and in general has a lot of insecurities concerning this.

when shes not held down by insecurities though, xiang’er has a really authoritative like..........idk what the word is. but when shes finally Out of the house and doing things, people Know who she is, and she generally demands respect-- and gets it! I think imperials are rlly good for this, & theyre also just. a lot more flexible imo lore wise for personalities.

my FAAVORITE one lore wise. Chacha’er is such a fae-esque character its not even funny.

now GRAANTTEEDDD this is moreso novel chacha’er, but she’s canonically described as not being too expressive. and i think its the autism in her also but given faes tendency for that, yknow

in fr world i like 2 think fengtai is fluent with fae-speak (where meixin is Not), and while chacha’er can speak common, she tends to only use fae-speak. bc she just wants to talk to her brother (up until she starts the schooling)

funnily enough i think chacha’er is like a Pretty decent height in the show?? shes not specifically small but shes not Super super tall either. in my brain she gets up to fengtais height when fully grown LOL, but thats the one thing tht doesnt rlly line her up w faes.

also for my lore i always place faes as being ones to suddenly like, lash out after a while in some way. They’re passive, or at least try to be passive, but they’re very passionate about their morals/ways and after a while they jst can’t deal with it anymore. which is something that chacha’er does!

now as for other planned dragons i have

again i noted cheng meixin to be a skydancer and explained that

Fan Lian is going to be a Spiral. hes a flighty mf that only cares abt getting laid i think it works out

Zheng Aiyu is going to be a pearlcatcher ........ijust think she would be a prety pearlcatcher

du luocheng is going to be a pc ALSO but because hes a spoiled brat

Xiao Lai is going to be a spiral. idk what it is that was the first to come to mind when i was scrying her

Xiao Zhouzi is another skydancer......hes an emotional & traumatized small man

[movetobiimos]

Hi!I hope you're doing well☆

I saw that your request are open so I took my big list of fluffy,maybe nonsense, prompts and found something it could possibly spark your interest [hopefully]

•"Viktor secretely likes affection from his partner but he isnt very vocal about it,he gets a bit shy so,instead of asking,he just shows his best puppy eyes and his lover can't do anything else than take him to bed or couch and tenderly cuddle him."

It can be headcanons,drabble,whatever you feel like making and if you ever need more ideas I have more stuff into my secret prompt stash~☆

:: Puppy eyes. Viktor

── viktor x gn!reader

── synopsis: he was never one to be vocal on affection, maybe he can find a way to ask that he wants affection

── a/n: HIII!! Thank you smmmm for requesting sorry if it took me a while to get it done! But ahh this request is sooo cute like literally crying and sobbing as i was working on this!! Sending my loves to you and viktor (っ•◡•)っ 💚

You, on the other hand, opted to keep Viktor company and provide extra assistance because he was busy as usual. He enjoyed your company because it made him feel less lonely; of course, Jayce was present, but his council position takes up a lot of his time. He's especially preoccupied with Mel.

So it was just you and him. 

Viktor couldn't help but be fascinated of your beauty. Your eyes danced over the lines, reading every word, as you were so focused on the book you were reading. Your gorgeous stare drew him in. His heart was bursting at the seams as he dreamed about you.

"Viktor, you're staring at me again, is something wrong love?" You inquire as you set down your book. You dragged your chair over to sit next to him.

“O-oh I was?” His face beating red.

“Viktor, what’s on your mind dear?” 

"Nothing, sorry for the inconvenience.  I apologize if I seemed to be looking at you, but I'm alright. There's no need to be concerned." You couldn't help but offer him a kiss on the cheek after he comforted you with a little smile.

But in truth, he was yearning for your warmth and to be held in your arms as you two sat and watched the world go by. But the truth is, he couldn't say anything since he was afraid of disturbing you from your work. He was left to imagine himself in your arms, singing him a pleasant melody, the loving tune coming from your voice. Relaxing in a bed with the dark blue sky above you completes the picture. He could just picture it easily.

You were still seated on the comfy couch, reading the book you had in your hand, but you glanced aside just to catch a glimpse of Viktor. He was staring at you again, but this time it wasn't his typical stare; he needed something. It scared you for a moment because he has trouble expressing himself at times. You gave him a puzzled expression, but he continued to give you the cute sleepy puppy eyes. His posture was a dead giveaway that he was tired and wanted a rest. So, to summarize, you're still attempting to figure things out.

"What's up with the tired puppy eyes, Love?" You laughed as you set the book on the table beside the couch. You started walking towards him, touching his cheek and kissing him on the forehead once more.

“How’s the work doing, any progress?” You smiled. 

"It needs a few modifications, but for now it's operating nicely."

"Viktor, if you don't mind, I'd want to ask you another question. Is everything all right because you keep giving me that tired puppy look? You can tell me if you need anything." You murmured softly, your thumb pinching his cheek as you gave him a kind soothing glance. You can't help but enjoy his appearance, the way his unkempt hair frames his face, the way his two beauty marks enhance his appeal; you adore everything about him. He was perfect, too perfect for you. And you just looked at him lovingly.

"How about we take a break?" You smiled softly, your hand slipping from his face and making its way to his emptied hand.

“I like that.” 

You and Viktor lay down on the unoccupied couch.Viktor on top of you, his head on your chest, as he lays closer to you. You started playing with his soft, unkempt hair the way he imagined. As the evening went, he felt comfortable, with all of the stress in his body dissipating. It was just you and him; at the very least, he doesn't have to imagine how you felt. Soft snores were now filling the quiet room, and there he was sleeping peacefully. Before closing your eyes and allowing the warmth and darkness to take over, you began to admire his resting state one last time.