#So I would have my music at the lowest volume possible and put it up at my ear to listen to it

[jirai-kei-freak]

idk I just hate how mean everyone is, especially my generation :(

#Yeah yeah ik it has always been this way #And probably always will be #But damn people are just cold and hateful for no good goddamn reason #And social media certainly isn’t helping #I just feel so embarrassed when I’m out and I’m wearing anything that’s not general clothing #I’m always so afraid someone will take a pic or photo of me and post it on social media to laugh at me #And honestly it probably has already happened a few times #For example in middle school I didn’t have earbuds at the time (I refuse to use those devil airpods) #So I would have my music at the lowest volume possible and put it up at my ear to listen to it #Since 5th grade I’ve been a huge fan of Vocaloid and I’ve been listening to it non-stop for years #And I’d do it at school and… #Yeah you can probably guess how kids were #Wouldn’t be surprised if that got filmed/photographed #And I’ve been mocked/humiliated so many times for being autistic ugh #Vent #emma.txt

[httpdwaekki]

migraine | b.c.

summary: you were known to have pretty intense migraines but chan is there to help you feel better.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: no warnings, just pure fluff, tad bit of hurt/ comfort, sweet channie as always, and in true ashton fashion far too many petnames lmao. very lightly proofread (p.s. i am in my wolfchan lover arc, need him immediately.)

a/n: omg ashton got lost in the sauce again? * gasp* shocker! yeah this took me way too long to write but whatever. i actually don't hate this which is crazy but this is self indulgent because i get some pretty intense, nasty migraines that can last a couple days and it sucks. but if you suffer from the same thing i hope this can bring you some comfort and also i recommend a gel cap that you put in the freezer. an actual game changer, trust. anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

*lowercase intended*

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you had some pretty nasty migraines, no secret to you or chan. they last anywhere from a few hours to a few days and while there were things to help lessen the pain and pressure, sometimes you just had to ride it out.

this was unfortunately one of those times. now usually you would call chan as soon as you felt the first telltale sign of a migraine . this time however, you didn’t, you knew he was busy with work and didn’t want to interfere with that. but you were selfishly starting to regret that decision as everything you were doing did nothing to help.

it seemed like everything did nothing but increase the pressure in your head, spreading to your face. in a last ditch effort to get some sleep you put on some migraine music, pressed a cold compress to your eyes and pulled wolfchan to your chest.

the soft plushie smelled faintly of chan’s cologne, the only thing actually helping you relax. but it also made you miss the aussie man, wishing he was by your side, rubbing your temples, softly lulling you to sleep.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt a warm tear drip down to your neck. you knew you had to calm down or you risk making everything worse but you couldn’t. you were overwhelmed by the pressure in your head and frustrated with nothing helping to release it.

you felt selfish and guilty but you knew you needed chan, you felt like you were going insane without him. hesitantly you moved the compress from your eyes, grabbing your phone.

despite the brightness being on the lowest possible setting, you felt a sharp pain behind your eye as the screen turned on. you unlocked your phone, clicking chan’s contact, you quickly typed out a message.

to channie <3 :

hi, i’m so sorry to ask but i really don’t know what else to do, i have a migraine and nothing's helping. i know you're working but is there anyway when you finish up at the studio you could come over? even for a little bit, if not i totally get it, just thought i’d ask, love you bug.

you hit send, locking your phone, placing it on the soft sheets, placing the compress back over your eyes. a few minutes passed before you felt your phone buzz beside you. you move the cold compress once more, bracing yourself for the light from your phone.

from channie <3:

can you call me jagi? i don’t want you to keep looking at your phone screen, love you too sweet girl.

you click his contact once more, hitting the little phone icon next to his name causing the calming music to stop, a loud ringing replacing it. this caused you to wince and quickly lower the volume before putting it on speaker so you could place the cooling pack back over your eyes.

it didn’t take long before he picked up. “hi my baby, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

“my head hurts,” you started, words slightly slurred. “it’s really bad channie.” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “i’ve tried everything and nothing’s working, i don’t know what to do.” you softly cried, tears making their way down your cheeks once more.

“okay angel okay, take a deep breath, i need you to relax for me okay? i know it hurts but it’s gonna hurt worse if you’re upset.” you hear rustling in the background.

“i’m just finishing up a few things here and then i’m gonna head over, okay sweetheart?” you respond with a soft whimper, followed by a quiet, “okay.” you press the pack further into your eyes, chasing the coolness that is quickly leaving the gel filled pack.

“do you want me to stay on the phone with you till i get there?” he asks softly, packing his bag.

“yes, please.” you mumbled. “okay baby, just keep breathing and focus on me, okay? i’m gonna pick up some food on the way too, okay?” you hummed in response, rolling over, pushing the soft plushie to your cheek, breathing in the familiar scent.

“everything okay?” you hear changbin ask in the background. “yeah, y/n has a migraine, so i’m going to help her.” chan responds.

“oh no, i hope she feels better, let us know if you guys need anything.” you hear han chime in, your heart swelling at the boys concern.

“will do, thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” you hear him open the studio door making his way into the hallway.

“you still with me, jagi?” he asks softly. “yeah, i’m here.” face squished into the soft fabric. “alright sweetheart, i’m gonna mute for a bit just until i get to my car, okay?” he asks, the elevator dings in the background, signaling its arrival.

“okay.” you say sleepily. “i love you baby, i’ll be right back.” you hear him press a button in the elevator. “love you too bub.” your words slurring slightly.

after chan muted, you felt yourself slowly succumb to the exhaustion, phone positioned next to you on the sheets, wolfchan tucked safely against your cheek, you, curled up in a soft blanket .

that is exactly how chan found you about 25 minutes later as he walked in your room, the space dimly lit by the oil diffuser sitting on your bedside table. he left the take-out bags sitting on your kitchen counter, fresh compress and cold water in hand. he gently places the water on your desk, making his way over to you.

he grabs your phone, ending the call before turning off the relaxing music. he sits next to your sleeping form, gently taking the warm pack off your face. he places a kiss on your forehead before placing the fresh compress on your eyes.

you tense for a moment, before relaxing as the cold begins to relieve the tension once more. you stir awake from the sudden change in temperature. “channie?” you asked, sleep laced in your voice.

he places a hand on your hips, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to the area. “hi, my baby,” he whispers. “how are you feeling hm?” he asks, continuing the soothing motion. you move the cool pack, grabbing his free hand, in this lap, threading your fingers together before placing a kiss on the back of his.

“better now that you’re here.” you murmured, giving him a small smile. he smiled back before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i got you some ramen, i’m gonna go grab it for you okay?” you nodded, him standing, still keeping your hand in his. he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before placing the compress back over your eyes, grabbing the warm one to put back in the freezer .

he gives your hand a light squeeze before walking away. you relax into the soft mattress below you while chan goes to grab the hot soup and some medicine just in case.

he walks in with the tray, setting it on your desk next to the cold water collecting condensation on the wood below it. he makes his way over to you, sitting next to you once again, gently lifting the pack off your eyes. “there she is,” he placed a hand on your cheek, setting the compress next to you.

“hi baby.” he smiled, softly stroking your cheek. you give him a small smile back before turning your head slightly to place a kiss to his palm. “can you sit up for me please?” you nod softly before slowly moving to lean against the wall behind you.

“careful jagi.” he whispered, quickly placing a hand behind your head. “thank you, bug.” you mumble, adjusting the pillows behind you, placing wolfchan in your lap . chan stands up once more, placing the water on the tray before bringing it over to you.

“thank you, chan, you really didn’t have to do all this.” you say, guilt creeping up on you once again. he shakes his head. “nope, none of that. i’m your boyfriend, this is my job.” he places the tray on your lap, taking his place next to you once again.

“plus, i love taking care of you. if you need me, i’m there. any time, any place, simple as that.” your heart swells, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat. “you can’t say stuff like that when i’m like this, i’ll cry.” you play with the plushie’s ears before feeling a finger lift your chin.

“i love you, and i’ll always be here for you, no matter where either of us are, okay?” he said, looking into your eyes, with nothing but love and sincerity. you nod, “i love you too.” he smilled, carefully leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“now, you need to eat, i got your favorite.” he says, picking up the hot soup, opening the lid, before separating the chopsticks. he dips the wooden sticks in the soup, giving it a stir before grabbing some of the noodles.

he gently blows on the steaming noodles before offering it to you, container under it to catch any dripping soup. you giggle, “you know i can feed myself right?” he frowns, pushing the noodles and container closer to you. “eat.”

you smile before opening your mouth, accepting the food he so generously offered you. a smile made it’s way onto his face, feeding you a few more bites. he placed the container back down, chopsticks resting in the soup, before grabbing the medicine and water.

“take these.” he placed them in your hand, opening the water as you dropped the pills in your mouth. he hands you the water, watching as you greedly gulp down the cool beverage. “ how are you feeling, angel?” he asks gently.

“it still hurts but i think eating and drinking definitely helped.” you smiled, handing him the bottle. “ good, i’m glad. eat a few more bites then we’ll lay down, okay?” he says, picking up the soup once more.

you end up finishing the ramen before he grabs the tray and the now warm compress. “do you want a cold one?” he asks holding up the pack.

“yes please.” you nod slightly. “okay, get comfy, i’ll be right back jagi.” you smile laying back down as he leaves the room.

he comes back, shortly after, with a fresh compress and another bottle of water. he places the water next to your diffuser, placing the compress over your eyes. he circles the bed, climbing under the covers.

he lays down, pulling you into him, placing your head on his chest. you place your arm around his wait, hand slipping under his shirt, rubbing your thumb across his soft skin.

he brings his hand up, rubbing soft circles on your temples, placing kiss on the top of your head. “sleep jagi, we can shower when you wake up okay?’ you nod slightly against him.

“thank you, channie. i love you, more than you know.” you mumble, tightening your arms around him. “i love you too baby, i’ll always take care of you, okay?” placing one last kiss to your hair.

that’s how you stayed for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms. the pressure in your head, slowly releasing, finally able to relax.

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Sweet Pea

A Haechan fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: Who knew the undead could be so..lovely. You hated arrogant singer Haechan when he was alive, but could you love him now that he was..dead?

Pairing: Rockstar!Haechan (turns into a zombie) x Journalist!female reader

Genre: fluff, angst, horror, a little smut

Word Count: 9K

Warnings: death mention, car accident mention, blood and gore mention, wild animal death, character death (and resurrection?), cursing, some violence, cheating mention, smut: mention of penetration.

(A/n: THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT FOR THIS SERIES SO FAR!! We hope you enjoy everything we put out🥺❤️ i did not proofread this so sorry for any mistakes uh ha ha)

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“Lisa..I really don’t want to interview Mr. I-Am-God’s-gift-To-This-World.” You sigh and hold your head down while sitting at your desk.

“Well, do you really want to switch and dive into the dark web for me?” Lisa turns to face you.

The two of you are journalists assigned to two very different topics for this week’s news articles.

You, being the one responsible for writing articles based on the music industry, were faced with the grueling task of interviewing pop rock’s most famous star, Haechan.

From what you had heard, Haechan was an arrogant bastard that gave all of his interviewers absolute hell. He gave sarcastic, abrupt answers that they could barely work from. But lucky for you, you were the one assigned to interview him as he promotes his second album in your town.

If there was anything worse than a crazy rockstar with a bad reputation, it was one that was incredibly good looking too. 

You had to admit, from the pictures you had seen, Haechan was dangerously handsome with brown wavy hair and skin kissed by the sun itself. Girls swooned over the way his delicate fingers strummed his guitar and the way his soothing, high pitched voice sang words about love to them.

You had to remind yourself that it was all an act, however, he didn’t give a damn about them or anyone else besides himself.

Could interviewing him be worse than risking your life by going too deep into the dark web? Maybe.

You looked up at the ceiling and bit your lip as you thought about it.

Lisa scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about it.”

“Listen…I-“

“You got this, what’s the worst he can do? Call security on you like that one magenta-haired rockstar guy did to his makeup artist?”

You groaned and placed your head back down onto your arms. But she was right, what was the worst that could happen?

———

[The Next Day]

You were let into Haechan’s dressing room by his manager.

“Well, good luck in there.” His manager raised his brows and quickly closed the door. It felt like you were being let into a Lion’s cage with no way out.

You took a deep breath. Your hair was tied back, your bun felt tighter than it did five minutes ago. You smoothed your hands over your pencil skirt and quickly fixed the collar of your button down shirt.

When you turned around, you saw the legend himself, typing on his iPhone. He was probably tweeting something out to his 10 million followers or coming up with some “sweet” caption for his Instagram groupies.

You cleared your throat, you didn’t want to interrupt him, but you really didn’t have much time. 

“Excuse me...Mr. Lee?”

He didn't respond, he kept typing.

“Mr. Lee?!” You said with more volume.

He rolled his eyes and looked up. You felt your breath get caught in your chest. He was magnificent. Not a flaw in sight. His eyes were of a perfect crescent shape and sparkles in the light of the vanity mirror. And his lips were a beautiful heart shape as they puckered before he spoke.

“Yes?” He answered with annoyance in his tone.

“My name is y/n, I’m here to ask a few questions.”

“Oh..I see, well, I’m not really into the “boorish teacher type” but I’m sure we can make it work with some role playing..” Haechan bites his bottom lip as he eyes you up and down.

“Um..I..”

He places his phone down and walks over to you.

“Tell me, teacher, do you have a ruler to spank me with?”

You stumble backwards, your back hitting the door.

“I-I from the Neo Chronicles actually, I am here to interview you.”

He stands over you in his leather jacket, placing his hand on the door beside your head as you cower. He seems to be misunderstanding your purpose for being there, but you did like being close to him. He smelled like fresh lemons and summer. His warmth was unlike anything else and with his face being so close to yours, you could see every beauty mark. You knew any other person would’ve been a puddle had they been this close to him, but you were growing to be quite annoyed.

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “Oh, so you want to be a journalist, okay then so you want to record me? I can make any sound you’d like me to make, all you have to do is touch the right spots.” He says seductively while staring down your shirt.

You shiver and shake off your goosebumps. “Oh my God, Haechan! I’m just here to ask a few questions okay?! I’m not some..escort!”

He steps back and furrows his brows. “What? Then what the hell are you here for?”

“I’m the journalist!” You show him your badge with your name on it as it hung from a lanyard around your neck.

He rolls his eyes and plops down into his chair. 

“Boring. Go on.”

He waves a hand and motions for you to continue.

You sigh and hurry through your notes so you can get the hell out of there and away from this weird man.

“Okay, well let’s start off with your name. Your real name is Lee Donghyuk, why did you choose ‘Haechan’ as your stage name?”

“Why did you choose to pair that shirt with those god awful shoes?” Haechan begins to type on his phone again.

This little brat. 

“Haechan, please take my questions seriously, your manager has only given me ten minutes with you.”

“And yet, I could be doing so much more with our time than answering your useless questions..” he stops typing and looks you up and down again. “I could be giving you an interview to remember, don’t you think?”

You chuckle. “No offense, but you’re not my type, and also, I’m faithful to my boyfriend.” The first part was a lie, but you hoped he would feel a blow to his ego.

He scoffs. “Honey..I’m everyone’s type..”

“Anyway...what inspired you the most when writing this new album of yours?”

“Hmmm...you.”

You slam your iPad down onto the counter. “We don’t even know each other.”

“I wasn’t finished...Youuuutube.” Haechan smirks as you get more and more visibly upset.

“Haechan...I respect your musicianship, but you’re making this interview really difficult. I can’t do my job if you keep acting like this.” You try to play nice, maybe that would work.

“Well you’re not very good at this job, I have another job for you, if you’d like to try that.”

You scoff and raise your eyebrows. “You know what…”

He places his phone down and crosses his arms. “What? Is it time for the part of the interview where you storm off back to your little cubicle and fabricate an entire interview with bullshit answers I never gave?”

You remain still, silently thinking of ways to kill this man without being caught. 

You grit your teeth.

“Write a nice and pleasing story about me, sweetheart. I’ll be anticipating it.” He gets up and walks towards the door but you step in front of him to stop him.

“Listen, you little twat—“

He furrows his brows and gives you a frightening glare. “No, you listen. I’m the rockstar here, I don’t owe you anything, I’m worth so much money, you wouldn’t be able to wrap your head around it if you tried. You don’t matter to me or to anyone else. There’s 5 million of you and only one of me, the only difference between you and them is that other journalists are smart enough to get on their knees and prove that they’re worth a celebrity’s time. Now, miss—what was your name again?”

“Y/n.” You say through tight lips.

“Move.”

You step to the side as he walks past you, bumping into your shoulder on purpose before leaving.

You tried your best not to cry as you headed home that evening. You knew he was an asshole but you didn’t think he’d be *that* bad. You were thankful that you’d never have to see him again, but you hated the fact that it was up to you to create some story about your interview and fake his answers so that he’d remain a positive figure in the spotlight.

It pained you to lie. Would you risk your job to just write about your actual experience and expose him for who he really was? No. You couldn’t do that, you needed this job. So you went home to your boyfriend.

But your boyfriend wasn’t there. He came home about two hours late. 

“What happened, Mark?” You sat up in the bed and watched him take his work uniform off. 

“Oh, nothing, y/n. The boss just kept me late to finish up some work.”

Mark was lying through his teeth and you knew it. You had your suspicions for a few months now, for he always came home late with that excuse. But you ignored your feelings for tonight, you just wanted him to cuddle you as you complained about your “interview” with one of the worst celebrities alive.

Mark held you close and comforted you as you told him your worries of being bad at your job. He listened carefully, but thought about how he had planned to tell you the truth. He wasn’t working at all. He was staying home with another woman during the day, doing an online job and spending time with her while he made money. She was pregnant and Mark knew that he would have to break the news to you, but he couldn’t, not now while you were at your lowest.

He rubs your back as you fall asleep.

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[The Next Day]

“Breaking News. There’s been a massive accident on Highway 15. Several injuries and possible deaths are being reported. We are on standby as we gain more information from those at the scene.”

You look up from your computer in your cubicle and at the TV above you.

“Coming to you live from exit 45, it seems that there is a car on fire and an overturned tour bus. Upon closer inspection. It seems that it is the tour bus of none other than pop star, Haechan.”

Your eyes widen. Gasps fill the room as everyone watches the live footage from the scene.

“As of now, we are unsure if Haechan is in the bus..”

The reporter continues, but your focus shifts to the car on fire.

“Oh my God, y/n, what if—“ Lisa starts but you shush her with your finger in the air. 

Your brows furrow as you stand up and take a closer look.

A red Dodge Challenger...the car on fire is a red Dodge Challenger.

No. 

You take a closer look at the license plate and see ‘WTERMLN.’ That’s his personalized license plate. 

You pull your phone out and dial Mark. But there’s no answer. Lisa places her hand in yours and squeezes it. “Y/n..I’m sure he’s fine.”

You dial him over and over again but still no answer. You watch in horror as they begin to pull bodies out from the cars and the bus, they’re covered but your heart aches. 

“Breaking news. It has been confirmed that Haechan is of the casualties lost from this terrible accident.”

While the office cries out in a collective “no!,” You run out to the bathroom and start to cry by yourself.

“Mark..please answer.”

But he doesn’t, and a few hours later, you get a call from the hospital informing you that Mark was also killed in the accident.

———

[1 Week Later]

Days go by and you mourn Mark’s death. You can’t fathom that he’s really gone. Your apartment feels strange and empty. And his family didn’t make things any easier, they didn’t speak with you or tell you anything. They acted like you were some stranger.

“You’re not invited to the funeral, we are sorry.” You hear Mark’s mother say over the phone and before you can ask why, the line goes dead. Tears flow from your face like a waterfall. How could they do this to you? Did they really dislike you this much?

The world mourned Haechan’s death, everyone was shocked, vigils were held everywhere in the world. From Brazil to Japan, and Ghana to Turkey. He had a massive impact on the world as musicians from all over covered his songs and sang them on YouTube or in the streets for live entertainment.

Everywhere you went, you saw RIP posters or T shirts with his face on them. His album was released early and topped the charts in all countries. The world was grieving but finding comfort in his music.

But none of that mattered to you, you were truly alone, left to an empty apartment and crowded with memories of your moments with Mark.

They wouldn’t even let you into the hospital because Haechan was there too and there was so much ruckus with the media. The deaths of everyone else never made the news. It was all about Haechan. And that made you even more upset. They painted him out to be some perfect angel, if only they knew what a jerk he was.

———

[Two Weeks Later]

Your family and friends did the best they could to help you move on, but you just couldn’t. 

Everything reminded you of Mark, you couldn’t eat or sleep properly.

One day as you jogged through the park to clear your mind, you ran into an old woman by accident. 

You had been staring at the fountain that you and Mark used to sit at while eating treats from the food trucks nearby. You didn’t see her standing in the walkway throwing pieces of bread to ducks.

“Oh, I am SO sorry.” You reach out to help her up, but she only laughed. 

“That is okay, dear..” she gasped as she stared deeply into your eyes, her curly white hair fell into her face. She quickly moved it out of the way and continued to stare at you intently. Her brows furrowed.

“Dear...you are in pain, so much pain.”

You gasped as your mouth fell open. She read you like an open book and your eyes weren’t even red from crying.

“I-“ you stuttered.

“I can help you, I am a psychic, come to this address, tonight at 7. I will help you.” She quickly handed you a card. You look down at it in your hand then looked back up to respond but by the time you looked up, she had already started walking away. You stepped towards her.

“Ma’am?” 

Then suddenly a bicyclist ran right in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. You lost sight of her and turned to head home. You thought about how strange everything was, but even more strange was your desire to actually show up to her place.

You were welcomed in exactly at 7.

The door creaked as did the floor once you stepped inside.

“Dear..I am so happy you came.”

“What is this about? How can you help me?”

You looked around the strange cabin decorated with beads and distinct ornaments hanging from the ceiling.

“You’ve lost someone dear to you, haven’t you? Mark..that’s his name.” She said as she sat down at a table in the center of the room.

Your mouth fell open. “How do you..how do you know that?”

“I’m a psychic, I see things.” She said with a wide smile.

You raised your brows. “Yet, you couldn’t see me running towards you this morning.”

She laughed out. “I see MOST things. Take a seat.”

You sat down across from her.

“What if I told you that you could bring him back and be happy again?”

“No..no that’s not possible.” You shake your head.

“But it is, dear. And I’m gonna show you how.”

“This isn’t right, don’t get me wrong..I miss him..I miss him so much, but I can’t do this.”

You swallowed hard as you started to tear up.

“Why not? Death took him away too soon, right? He’s a young man, he deserves a second chance at life and you deserve to be loved.” The old lady held her hands out. “Here, take my hands.”

You thought about what she had said, could this be possible? Could you be reunited with Mark?

It sounded too good to be true. But you were desperate. You held her hands.

“My father passed away when I was just two years old. But I grew up with him right in front of my very own eyes. My mother was able to bring him back to life so he could be with her and raise me. It is possible, I’ve seen it work firsthand and I want to provide you with this opportunity so you will no longer feel the pain that my mother felt.”

“Why? Why do you want to help me? You don’t even know me.” 

“Because..I know that I have a way to make things right.” She reaches under the table and picks up what looks like a piece of granite stone. It has strange writing on it in a language you don’t understand.

“I can’t sit by and watch people suffer.”

“What is this?”

“Listen carefully, this is what you must do. Take this tablet to your dwelling, keep it on a table in the room that the two of you spent your most time in. Surround it with objects that Mark used most when he was alive, then light five candles and repeat these words five times.” 

She hands you a crumpled up piece of paper.

“You must say this sternly, do not falter or have weakness, or it will not work.”

“But what if—“ you still stare at the rock in confusion.

“You must do this at 8:23 tonight for it is when the full moon will be at its strongest. It will protect you from other beings that will try to enter our world.”

“Wait, other beings?..”

A harsh knock fills the room. You look behind her and see a door with all sorts of bolts and chains on it from the bottom to the top. She moved to the side to block your view of it.

“You must leave now!.” She jumps up from her chair and grabs your hand.

“Oh! Okay!” You walk hurriedly to the door as she practically pushes you towards it.

“May you be blessed, my child.”

“Thank-“ the door shuts in your face and you hear the lock turn.

You think about all that’s happened and wonder if you should really try to bring him back.

You decide to sit in the center of the living room by the coffee table, where you would play video games with Mark, and lay out items that reminded you of him. His favorite hat, his watermelon charm, and several pictures of the two of you together.

You turn all of the lights in the apartment off after you’ve lit five candles as instructed.

You sighed as you sat down. “Please bring him back to me, I love him.”

You place your hands over the tablet and read the words on the paper out loud, in your best imitation of Latin.

“Anima corpori, fuerit corpus totem resurgent.”

You repeat it four more times. The flames go out.

A gust of wind blows through your apartment, causing your blinds to shake and your hair to blow forward slightly.

Your eyes widen as you sit in the darkness.

You sit in silence and wait for the unknown. Would he just pop up? Would he knock at your door? Did you say “copori” or “corpori”?

You breathe heavily and sit for about 2 minutes in the darkness, trying not to shake as you feel the air become crisp and freezing. You jump up from the floor and turn your lights on.

Nothing’s changed. You search around the apartment and don’t find him, so you begin to feel a sense of defeat. With tears in your eyes you take a shower then fall asleep. How could you be so desperate? You felt like a fool, there was no way this crazy old lady knew what she was talking about, she just wanted to see you act like a fool.

He was never coming back, you had to accept that.

———

[The Next Day]

You’re woken up by glass breaking.

You hop out of your bed and grab your baseball bat that Mark gave you for protection.

Someone had broken into your apartment. You quietly around the corner with your back against the wall.

When you peak out, you see that your door was hanging from its hinges. Your mouth fell open. Whoever this was, was clearly big and hefty, powerful enough to break down your freaking door.

What damage could this baseball bat do?

You heard grumbling and groaning sounds as the person shuffled through your fridge.

You stepped closer with your bat in hand.

But when you got a closer look, you saw that the person was small, slim and...grey.

They smelled too, like raw meat from the butchers market or more specifically, rotting flesh. 

“Hey!” You called out and swung your bat up high.

They spun around quickly. Your eyes widened in shock.

It was leather jacket wearing...Haechan?

He grabbed the bat from you, snapping it in two before throwing it across the apartment.

He was incredibly strong, but you couldn’t focus as he then grabbed your ankles and pinned you onto the kitchen counter.

“FOOD!” He yelled.

His eyes were of a white color, like he was blind, his face was a mix of purple, green, blue and grey, and bone in his neck stuck out of his skin. He looked—dead.

His fingers were frigid cold as he gripped your skin.

You looked in horror at him, confused. Had he not been holding you, you probably would’ve lost all feeling in your legs at the sight of him and collapsed onto the floor. 

“Haechan?? How is this..how is this possible?”

“GIVE ME FOOD.” He yells again as green spit oozes out of his eyes and mouth, you nearly pass out from his smell.

“Let go!!” You yell.

“IM HUNGRY.” He dashes his arms across the counter in one sweep, causing all of your utensils to scatter across the floor. 

“Okay, okay! Um..I..I don’t have anything here..oh my God what the fuck is happening?”

Between the mess in your kitchen and Haechan sounding like the Hulk while looking like something from the Walking Dead, you didn’t know what to do. Was it possible that you accidentally brought Haechan back instead of Mark?

“BURGER.” Haechan grabs you by the collar and groans.

You nod quickly. “Okay! There’s a McDonald’s down the street, I’ll be right back, um.. stay here.”

Haechan shakes his head violently. “RAW..RAW.”

“Okay! You like it raw, I get it, you can let me go now!” You fling your freezer door open and shuffle through your collection of ice cream, hoping to find a frozen package of beef.

Haechan bangs on the counter and grumbles as you search.

“Found it!” You quickly hand him the package and watch as he tears the plastic cover off and devours the raw meat.

Your face crinkles in disgust. What have you done?

About thirty minutes pass and Haechan slowly starts to look and smell better. His eyes have cleared and returned to their brown color, the green and purplish veins no longer stick out as his skin returns to its normal, warm color. He looks more like a human than a monster. However, the bone in his neck still sticks out.

This all felt like a dream...or nightmare, rather.

“Where am I?” He opens his eyes slowly.

You hand him a napkin to clean up the blood and meat around his mouth.

“You’re at my apartment..Um..do you remember me?”

He squints as he stares at you. “I don’t remember much..”

You step closer. “What do you remember?”

“I remember the music, the crowds, my mother..my father.. but that’s it.”

Your brows raise. “You don’t remember who you are? You’re Haechan, you have the biggest ego in the land, you treat people like crap and you even told me I meant nothing.”

“What? I did that? But why?” Haechan looks so surprised, you can’t help but feel sorry for him. He rubs his neck, wincing at the pain he feels when he brushes his palm over the exposed bone. “Why does my neck hurt?”

You shake your head. “It wasn’t supposed to be you..” you whisper quietly.

“What?” 

“You’re only here...because I summoned you. There was a big accident a few weeks ago and..you died..my boyfriend died too. I was desperate..I tried to bring him back.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “I’m an idiot. Because now I’ve brought you back instead.”

“I DIED?” Haechan sits forward.

“Yeah, but you were a dick, I just want my Mark back, not you.” You turn away from him, he looks up with sad eyes.

“I don’t remember who I was before, but I apologize for whatever I did.” His tone was so sweet, he was virtually unrecognizable from the man you interviewed. 

“That’s fine, Haechan, but you’re missing the point. You’re back now and I don’t know what to do with you. You can’t leave because then everyone will wonder how you’re alive again especially after they’ve spent so much time mourning you.” You rub your temple.

“Woahhh. I was a superstar?” 

“Yes, a superstar I hated.” 

“I don’t feel so good.” Haechan clutches his stomach.

You stand up straight. “What do you mean?”

“I feel..sick.” He starts to rock back and forth, you start to see the color drain from his hands and face. His tone becomes deeper, he starts to sound more and more like he did before he ate.

“Shit..it’s happening again.” 

Haechan groans and grabs onto the table as he transforms back into what seems to be his zombie form.

“Need..to EAT.”

“Oh my God, your appetite is crazy.” You rush to your freezer and find a frozen chicken. 

You turn around to toss it to him, but Haechan is already behind you, he growls and grabs the chicken from your hands.

With wide eyes, you watch him devour yet another piece of raw meat.

When he’s done he sits back in the chair and lets out a loud belch. You chuckle as his cute and handsome face returns to normal.

But you couldn’t ignore the fact that you truly had no idea what to do with him.

“You can kill me..since you hate me.” Haechan says softly while staring at the table.

“What is this..thing I’ve become..I don’t know why it’s happening, but when the hunger kicks in, I feel like eating everything to satisfy it. My mind goes blank, I can’t even form normal thoughts. I only see red. I’m sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for breaking in.”

Your heart breaks when you hear him apologize and look up at you somberly. “No..it’s not your fault. It’s mine, and I won’t kill you. I’ll find a way. I have to find her.” You pick your bag up and grab your car keys.

“Where are you going?” He stands up fast.

“Stay here, I have to find the lady that got me into this shit.”

———

You bang against her door. “Open the door, lady!”

After a few minutes, she reluctantly opens the door. “Yes?”

You push yourself into her house.

“Hey!” She yells to try to stop you.

“What the hell? You set me up!”

She scoffs. “I did no such thing! I gave you the tools you needed.”

“I have a zombie in my apartment! He goes berserk, like full frickin monster mode when he doesn’t eat raw meat for just 30 minutes! Do you know how crazy this is?!”

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry, you must not have done the spell correctly.”

“No! No, don’t blame this on me, I know you gave me that cursed tablet because you didn’t want it in your house anymore! I knew it was too good to be true but I trusted you! And I have no fucking clue why!”

You stepped closer to her as you yelled.

“You have to fix this!”

Her face fell. She had no idea that you would’ve suspected she was trying to use you to get rid of her curse, but you were right.

She sighs. “Dear...there is no way to get rid of this curse..it is final.”

“Final my ass! I should’ve brought him here so he can eat YOU! But you’d probably taste like shit because you’re full of it!” 

A loud groan and beastly sound comes out from behind that same door.

“Shhh!! Lower your voice!” She places her finger on your mouth.

Your brows furrow. “Is that...your dad?”

She looks to the floor. “It’s..my son.” 

The beast wails loudly.

“I thought...if I gave you the tablet, he would be released from this curse..but I was wrong. He doesn’t seem to be getting any better.”

“Are you serious? You knew about this..you knew what would happen, yet you let me do it too?” You scoffed.

She nods. “I am sorry, dear, but let me help you.”

She walks to her kitchen and brings back a large jar of lavender colored powder.

“If you mix 1 teaspoon of this powder with water and give it to him every day..he will be “normal” for 24 hours.”

“And what happens when it runs out? How do I stop him from eating everyone and everything in sight?” You snap back.

“I will be here, come back to me and I’ll give you more but this should last you for at least a year.”

“Really? So you’re telling me that there’s 365 teaspoons worth in this jar? Also, why don’t you use it on your son?”

She closes her eyes. “I’ve been doing this for twenty years, I’ve experimented with him, trying to find a permanent solution, however, when I cast a spell on him, it gave his body and mind a tolerance to this potion, meaning that it no longer has an effect on him.”

“Where do you get this from?”

She chuckles and opens her eyes as she looks out of a window. “From the fairies...they do not wish to be seen, but if you offer them something, they will leave a gift.”

You take the jar from her. “I am going to try this..if it doesn’t work, I’ll be back and I’ll be sure to bring him.”

“I hope that you and your lover can live peacefully in the end, dear.”

“Oh, that’s the thing, he’s not my lover.” you roll your eyes and slam her door shut.

———

[2 Months Later]

Living with zombie Haechan was..interesting. The potion worked and Haechan didn’t have those crazed hunger pings that turned him into a monster straight out of an 80s film. 

You were thankful that he wasn’t like who he was before the accident, an ignorant asshole. He was incredibly sweet and helpful. He didn’t speak much because of his decaying brain, but he kept you company and helped to clean.

You bought him clothes and eventually replaced them with Mark’s, for you couldn’t bear to see his things anymore.

You’d leave for work and come home to see him fixing things like the cabinet doors he broke.

“I don’t remember much, but I do remember my father..he never liked to watch me sing at school..he’d rather I have a hammer in my hand. He taught me how to fix most things when I was just 7 years old. But my mother..she supported everything I did..I miss her.”

Haechan said quietly as you both ate dinner. You ate spaghetti and meatballs, he ate the same thing but the uncooked version of course.

You felt a slight pain in your heart as you thought about how this must’ve been for him. Surely, he would want to console his mother and tell her that he’s okay, but he couldn’t.

You helped him dye his hair a dark red color and gave him a new haircut. His luscious licks were now gone, but if he wanted to go outside, he’d have to look different than he did before.

So you bought him round glasses and a scarf to wear to conceal his broken neck bone whenever you went to the supermarket together.

You still missed Mark, but you had been so busy with caring for Haechan that you sometimes forget the loss and pain.

You cleared your throat and thought of something quickly to distract Haechan from thinking about his mother.

“What is something that you would like to do? For example, I’m sure you couldn't go ice skating when you were famous right?”

Haechan chews and looks up to his right as he tries to remember. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”

“Would you like to?” You say with hopeful eyes.

Haechan chuckles and smiles at you, making your heart run wild. What was this feeling? Why did he make your chest weak?

Was it this new undercut that he had? Or perhaps the dazzling smile paired with beautiful eyes and a dainty nose?

“When I’m here alone, I watch TV and I saw an advertisement for..the fair?” He asks innocently.

“Oh! You want to go to the fair?” Your eyes widen.

“Yes.” He nods.

———

[The Next Day]

Haechan tightens his scarf around his neck tightly before the two of you get on the next ride.

“I like this one a lot, we used to ride it over and over, me and M-“ you stop before saying his name.

“Mark?” Haechan sees your hesitancy. He wishes you wouldn’t be in pain over his death anymore. He didn’t like seeing you like this, he wanted you to be happy, especially when you were around him, for your smile felt like a garden of bright flowers had bloomed simultaneously.

“Yeah..” you hold your head down.

The man at the ride lets the two of you on. It’s the pirate ship that swings back and forth, rotating you guys upside down as you scream your heads off.

Haechan holds onto you for dear life as you are flipped over in the air and held there for nearly 5 seconds.

You giggle while he screams and closes his eyes tightly.

When the ride is finally over, you jump up from your seat and take his hand in yours. He freezes and stares at your hand. It was the first time you had touched him. He felt sparks fly from your beautiful fingers to decorate his skin.

“Come on!” You say excitedly while beaming.

He smiles like he’s just seen gold and jumps up from his seat as well.

The two of you continue on through the fair, going on the worst rides just so you can laugh at how Haechan suffers through them.

After about an hour and a half, you decide to get some to eat.

Haechan looks up at the menu from a food truck. 

“Uhhh..do you have anything...uncooked?”

“Uncooked? Like..raw?” The chef looks at him with concern.

“Yeah. Like just a turkey leg..without the smoke?”

You run up to him after leaving the restroom. You can see from the puzzled look on the man’s face that the conversation doesn’t seem to be going well.

“It’s for our dog!” You quickly exclaim while wrapping your arm around Haechan’s. He once again felt soft from your touch. He loved being close to you, seeing you smile, feeling your warmth and love. The two of you had grown close as time went by, and even though he slept on your couch, he’d never felt more at home.

The man nods and hands Haechan a raw turkey leg. You get a hot dog and lead Haechan to a corner of the park where he can eat his food without being watched.

The two of you ate quickly as you hid, the sun was starting to set and you were growing tired.

“No one seems to recognize you!” You take a bite of your hot dog.

Haechan nods.

“It’s the haircut..thank you, by the way.”

You nod. “You’re welcome, sunny.”

Haechan stops chewing, his eyes widen. Did you just come up with a cute nickname for him?

A piece of meat dangles from his mouth.

You giggle as he stares. “What? Don’t choke now.”

He quickly chews and swallows. “Why ‘sunny?’’

You shrug your shoulders. “Hmmm i don’t know,..you’re bright..like the sun!”

Haechan blushes. “You think I’m bright?”

“When you’re not full monster mode, yeah..”

“What can I call you then...hmmm...sweet pea!”

You chuckle and throw your head back. Haechan’s smile widens.

“Sweet pea?”

“Yes! Because you’re sweet and small like a pea,”

Haechan teases and steps closer to you.

“I am NOT small.” You wave a finger.

“You’re shorter than me so…”

You laugh and turn away from his strong gaze. “well, I guess you have …”

You stop in your tracks when you recognize the brown haired man stepping out of the restrooms.

No, it couldn’t be.

You walk up to him and tap his shoulder.

“Mark?”

Haechan follows behind you. 

Mark turns to you slowly, gulping as he feels your touch.

“Y/n.. I can explain.”

You step back and bump into Haechan while covering your face with shaking hands.

“What’s wrong?” Haechan asks.

Mark steps forward.

“I-I..wait, it worked after all?” You tear up.

“What—are you talking about?” Mark’s brows furrow.

“You died and I brought you back to life..but..”

Mark shakes his head, thinking that you aren’t handling his “death” well.

“Y/n..no..I didn’t die..I faked my death, I’m sorry..I-I had to.”

“What?!” Your hands fall from your face.

“Baby, who’s this?” A pregnant woman walks up to Mark while holding her back and wincing in pain.

“This is..y/n.”

She holds her hand out for you to shake, but you glare at Mark.

“Baby? Mark, what...is this..are you messing with me right now? Am I on camera? Haha very funny, jokes over.” You hold your hands out and look around you for the cameras, for none of this made sense.

Mark sighs. “Y/n..I was going to tell you, but I couldn’t. I cheated on you with her and got her pregnant. I got into the accident but left the vehicle as fast as I could and escaped the fire. Im fine but..I told everyone to tell you that I died.”

You chuckled and bent over.

“I’m serious..I needed to start over..without you.” He continued.

You stand up straight with tears flowing down your cheeks. “Was I that bad, Mark? Was I that worthless?” Your voice cracked.

“Did I mean nothing to you?” 

Mark shook his head. “No..you were everything to me. Which is why I did what I did like a coward, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I cried over you? What I DID for you?” Your voice starts to raise.

Mark’s mouth falls open into silence, for there is truly no excuse for his shitty actions.

“You’re a lying bastard and I wish you nothing but the pain I felt when I thought you were dead.” Upset wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe your feeling right now.

Haechan also grows upset when he sees how hurt you are.

“You know what? I’m really hungry right now.” Haechan stepped forward, a low growl escaping him. You stepped in front of him and held his hand. 

“No..”

“You look familiar…” the woman beside Mark speaks as she looks at Haechan.

“And you look like the whore my boyfriend, wait, EX boyfriend knocked up! Come on, let’s get out of here.” You took Haechan’s hand and led him out of the park.

You drove in silence, a million thoughts running through your head. Once again, you felt like a fool.

Later that night, you crawled into bed and sobbed quietly, but Haechan heard you.

He opened your door slowly. 

“Sweet pea?” He says softly in the darkness.

You can’t help but laugh when you hear the nickname.

Haechan smiles when he hears it.

“Yes, sunny.”

“Do you need a hug?”

You roll over onto your back and swipe at your eyes. “Yes, please.”

Haechan climbs into your bed and pulls you into his arms tightly. You place your hands over his as he rests his chin on top of your head, and the two of you fall asleep soon after.

The next day, you wake up to Haechan rustling through your pantry.

He wails and groans loudly. You jump out of bed.

“Shit. I’m late.” 

You run out to the kitchen, Haechan tosses things out of the fridge while green and purple veins bulge from his grey skin. His hair is messy and great and he sounds demonic as he screams. You dodge his thrashing arms and quickly mix the potion for him.

You hold his head and keep him still with both hands.

“Haechan! Drink! Now!” You look into his white eyes.

You grab the glass and pour the liquid into his mouth. 

24 hours was up from about 30 minutes before you woke up. You had to be on time or Haechan would quickly change into zombie mode and could potentially leave the apartment to find someone to eat. This was the downside to having him around. But it was your curse and you had to deal with it.

You always thought it fascinating how he never tried to eat you.

Haechan calms down and sits onto the floor while panting.

He holds your hand and looks up at you with teary eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry ..I’ll clean this up, I promise.”

“It’s okay, Haechan.” You sigh and head back to bed.

———

[Three Months Later]

You and Haechan live together happily, you slowly get closer, sleeping together in bed on most nights and doing coupling things like going to the movies or taking dancing lessons. 

He helped you get over Mark, he made you feel so loved. 

He couldn’t talk much so he was unable to get a regular job. But one day, the two of you walked by a floral shop. Haechan stopped walking and stared at the lilies. They were beautiful.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

You smiled as you touched the flowers.

“Yeah..Like you.”

You felt your face become warm as he stared into your eyes.

“I like flowers, which explains why I like you.”

Haechan says smoothly.

“You like me?” You say giddily and tug his hand.

Haechan rolls his eyes. “You’re cute.”

“What if you worked at a place like this since you like flowers?”

He nods “I’d love that.”

And so, you spoke to the owner and helped him get a job there. Of course, he’d have to wear his scarf to conceal his “scar,” but other than that, he would have no issue with preparing bouquets and cleaning up.

He’d bring home flowers for you all the time, making you smile and forget all about the pain you felt months ago.

——

“Sunny!” You cry out as Haechan flips you over his shoulder and takes you to the bathroom.

“Ha! I love hearing you call my name, baby.”

He helps you into the shower then steps in with you.

“Ah! I don’t have much time..”

“I know, that’s why I’m going to help you shower..”

He rubs you down with body wash, slowly caressing your body as you fall weak in his hands.

His touch was soothing, gentle..

“Are you sure you don’t want to call out sick today?”

He whispers into your ear as his hands trail down your abdomen.

You turn to him and kiss him for the first time. It felt like you were skydiving, falling through the blue sky without any indication of stopping, you felt a rush so indescribable your mind went blank.

Haechan can only think of how beautiful you are, he doesn’t want this moment to ever end. You’re refreshing and his chest feels like a hundred butterflies are roaming around freely in it.

He kisses you back slowly tracing his tongue over your lips. You inhale each other’s breath, closing your eyes and adoring the warmth of each other’s skin.

When you have finished showering together, Haechan carries you to the room and lays you down onto the bed. He crawls over you and lays his lips back onto yours while gently pressing his hands onto your sides.

You moan and hold yourself up on your elbows. 

You hold his face in between your hands while you kiss for what feels like hours. He gives your thighs a light squeeze.

You widen your legs and fall back into the bed.

“I don’t have much time, go ahead.” You say breathily into his ear.

He bites his bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “Absolutely.”

He pushes into you slowly, merging your bodies in the bright room and on the plush bed for the first time.

You gripped his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your fingers trailed up to his soft hair as he kissed your neck.

It felt magical, unreal, you felt like you had a small piece of heaven during your moment together.

Haechan whispers “I love you.” as the two of you lay in bed after.

“Is that code for “call in sick so we can do it again”?” You tease him before kissing his nose.

——

[6 Months Later]

You were running out of time to find more powder for your solution. You tried not to be worried in front of Haechan but he knew you were.

You were both worried about the future of your relationship.

You headed to the old lady’s cabin, hoping to get more.

But when you reached the exact spot, you were frightened to see an empty area littered with black dust.

“No..this can’t be..what the-?”

“Can I help you, ma’am?” A man on a bicycle passing by asked you.

“Yes, where is the cabin that was here?”

“You’re looking at it, honey. There was a fire about three months ago. The sweet old lady that lived in it passed away after inhaling too much smoke..”

Your mouth fell open as you searched the area. This couldn’t be real. How would you get the solution now?

———

[A Few Days Later]

You searched the Internet long and hard for a solution but found nothing. You were playing a dangerous game by shortening the amount you gave him, in hopes that it would last longer and give you more time.

But instead of the effects lasting for 24 hours, they’d only last for 18 before he started to grumble while the two of you laid in bed together. 

You’d quickly grab some meat from the closest supermarket and feed it to him, but that also meant that you couldn’t sleep at night.

“Hey..you’ve been at it all day. What are you looking for?” Lisa asks you one day at work.

The truth was, you couldn’t tell anyone about your predicament.

“I..it’s nothing, it’s just some old recipe I’m looking for.”

“Oh really? What’s it called?”

“I’m not sure, my mom used to make it, but it involves some pretty scarce materials.”

“Ohhhh..sounds interesting, well, what I can tell you is that when I did research on the dark web, I found a website that included weird stuff like 16th century recipes for potions and shit, it was crazy. They’d be like “you must drink four quarts of animal blood for this to work.” Wild.” Lisa shook her head and went back to her desk.

What if you needed to delve deeper into the internet, what if you searched for the potion on the dark web? 

No, you couldn’t, you’d just be asking for trouble.

Later that day when you went to pick Haechan up from your work, you saw that the shop had been destroyed, glass and flowers were scattered all over. The door had been ripped off and thrown across the floor.

You stepped out of the car but was stopped by the owner.

“Get out of here! You’re the reason for this! What the hell is wrong with your boyfriend? Look at what he did to her!” The owner pointed to another worker at the shop.

She was whimpering and holding out her arm. When you looked closely, you saw that she had been bitten. A chunk of her arm was missing. Your eyes widened as you backed away.

The potion..it wore off.

“Oh no..” barely left your lips.

“He was eating her like a maniac! I came just in time to run him out!”

The owner yelled as you jumped back into your car.

You drove around the area looking for him. You're on the brink of a full meltdown. What if he had attacked someone else? What if the police tried to get him and failed? How many more people could he hurt? 

You had to find him...now. 

You parked the car and ran around a park nearby. It was relatively quiet until you heard bones cracking. You snapped your head in the direction of the sound and rushed towards it.

You heard the high pitched cry of an animal. You peered through the bushes and saw a terrifying scene.

Haechan guzzles down the meat of a deer. He grumbles and makes demonic sounds as the deer’s eyes close slowly.

“Haechan..” you croak out quietly.

His head snaps up towards you while he still devours the intestines of the poor animal.

“Haechan..stop.. please..” you start to tear up. Your lover is unrecognizable in front of you, grey and purple skin and black fingernails. His mouth and chin is covered in blood and guts and his teeth are nearly fully decayed and yellow. His hair falls from his scalp like leaves fall from a tree.

He stands up slowly as he finally comes to realize who you are. He steps towards you but you don’t back away, you only stand there and cry.

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry I couldn’t help you in time.” 

You sob.

He breathes heavily and looks into your eyes, he’s confused because he doesn’t feel the need to feed on you, he feels like...crying, and the monster doesn’t know why.

You take him to your car and drive him home while he eats what’s left of the deer. The last thing you wanted was a dead deer in your car, but it was the only thing that kept him from thrashing around and being dangerous towards you. Once there, you use chains to tie him to a chair. You pour out the final teaspoon of powder and mix the drink.

He yells and groans as you give it to him to drink. You had never seen him this bad before. He has holes in his grey skin and his veins are now black. He was decaying faster than ever before.

His eyes were completely white and he spat out black blood as he yelled and strained against the chains.

“Haechan..please..baby it’s me, sweet pea..” you give a small smile.

But he doesn’t stop yelling.

You try to force the liquid down his throat but he coughs it up and spits it out.

“Haechan! No!!” You watch as the last bit of potion splatters onto the floor

You fall onto the floor and sob into your hands. What could you do now?

You remembered a conversation that you two had a few months ago.

“Should I threaten your safety or the safety of anyone else..you must kill me..” Haechan says while squeezing your hand and looking up at the stars.

You laid on the roof of your apartment building and watched the stars together.

“What are you saying..you know I can’t kill you.” You chuckle.

“Y/n...I’m serious...I am a monster, and if I lose control..” he shakes his head. “I can’t bear to think that I could hurt you. So you have to stab me in the head, that’s the only way.”

“You’re being ridiculous. I’d never do that.”

He turns to you and holds your chin in his hand while looking deep into your eyes. “Sweet pea..I love you, but please take care of yourself first.”

You raised your head as you sat at his feet now, the man in front of you being completely different from the man beside you on the roof long ago on that night.

“I love you too, sunny.” You cried harder and stood up. There was no going back, you couldn’t find any solutions and he was only getting worse. You loved him but he was right.

He lets out a loud groan as you walk past him and to the kitchen.

You take out a sharp knife and close your eyes before driving it into his skull.

The wailing stops.

You fall to the floor again and cry. 

———

[The Next Day]

You wake up and see Haechan’s lifeless body slumped over.

You miss him so much, your feeling of desperation begins to creep in again. And so, you jump onto your laptop and get to the dark web.

You scroll through many websites, some leading to porn websites, some leading to games with jump scares, and some just leading to flat out dead ends.

But as time goes on, you get closer and closer to what you need, finding websites about satanic rituals and sacrifices.

You eventually find a resurrection spell.

With nothing to lose, you take the knife out of his head and lay him down on the floor. You set the stage and prepared for another ritual, you should’ve learned from what happened the first time, but you loved him dearly, you needed him.

“I call upon the ancient power to help me in the darkest hour… with a drop of my blood…” you use a small knife to cut into the center of your hand. You wince from the pain and squeeze your hand to let drops fall onto his forehead.

“I will heal this man with all my love..” you say a few more words in Latin and close your eyes.

When you are done, it’s silent in your apartment, but your eyes are still closed.

Then you hear it.

You hear a breath leave his lips.

He sits up straight suddenly and opens his eyes. You gasp and watch as his skin heals and his eyes turn to brown. His teeth are back to being bright and white and his hair is luscious.

He smiles when he sees you. “Sweet pea..”

You grin with tears in your eyes.

“Sunny!” You got to hug him, but his body disappears and you fall to the floor.

Your smile fades, you hold yourself up from the floor and look behind you. Haechan sits there with a look of confusion.

“Y/n..”  he holds his hand up.

You sit back up in front of him and place your hand on his, but your fingers fall through thin air, failing to grasp his hand.

You didn’t read the fine print..the terms and conditions. This spell only worked for you to be able to see someone that has died, not for you to touch them.

“Haechan..I’m so sorry.” You begin to cry but he touched your cheek, it comes off as a light gust of wind.

“Don’t cry, sweet pea..I’m here..with you.”

And he stayed with you as a ghost for the rest of your life. He comforted you even though you couldn’t feel each other. You still explored the world together, watched movies and slept together. You missed his warmth and he missed yours, but seeing your beautiful face was enough for him. Even as you aged while he stayed the same, he thought you were the prettiest woman to ever grace the Earth.

And when you too had passed, you joined him as a ghost, walking hand in hand as you roamed the world.

come back tomorrow for the next spooky story...

#nct 2020 #nct haechan #haechan x y/n #haechan x reader #haechan x you #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #haechan angst #haechan fluff #nct halloween #nct halloween blurb #donghyuck blurbs #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck angst #nct x you #nct x reader #nct x y/n #haechan #nct imagine #nct romance #nct scenario #nct boyfriend #nct aesthetic #haechan aesthetic #donghyuck fanfic #donghyuck x you #donghyuck x reader #nct hard hours

[asian-hero]

oh also, wouldn’t it be funny for like, momo, iida, bakugou (basically the parent friends) finding out that their s/o listens to their music on full blast when they’re using earbuds/headphones and is just choosing to go deaf?? (totally not exposing myself lmao -❤️)

A/N: Honestly that’s me too, and every time I have to get my hearing checked I get nervous because of how loud I play my music 

Bakugou Katsuki

Katsuki would be the first to judge you, but have absolutely no room to talk

This man, while it may seem as though he’s reckless and careless, he’s anything but. Of course, he goes to bed at eight, but he also makes sure that he eats a balanced dish for every meal of the day in order to get all of the nutrients that’s needed to sustain his body, he also keeps up with his hygiene, and he also makes sure that whenever he’s listening to music or watching a video, he tries his best to turn it to the lowest volume he can while still being able to hear what’s playing

Though, of course, with his quirk comes some negative setbacks, such as being hard of hearing, which is why he often ends up yelling most of the time, just so he can hear himself and make sure that he’s saying the right thing

However, when he walks up to you one day, screaming your name, he’s extremely surprised to see that you don’t flinch, or even acknowledge that he’s there. At first, he just assumes that you’re trying to be a smart ass by “pretending” to not hear him, so he yells your name again, a bit louder than before. When you still don’t respond, he wonders if he did anything to upset you that day, and takes a seat next to you, finally gaining your attention when he puts his hand on your thigh

Of course, you jump slightly, turning to face him while pulling an earbud out of your ear, looking at him with such a confused expression while asking if he needed anything from you. He stares at you for a few moments, just silently wondering how loud your music was playing for you not to be able to hear him. So, like the gremlin he is, he pulls your other earbud out, and puts them both in his own ears, finding himself surprised when the noise blasting from your phone hurts his ears

Not even a second had passed when he rips them out and yells at you about why your music is up so loud, if you want to go deaf, if you have hearing problems. When you tell him that’s just how you like it, he looks at you as if you’re the stupidest person on the planet. 

Snatching your phone away, he holds down the volume button, and you watch as it slowly lowers down to a more acceptable range for him. He then shoves the earbuds back into your ears and moves your phone away from your grasp, not allowing you to even try and touch the settings

Though you’re annoyed at the fact that your music is much quieter, you feel a sense of giddiness in the pit of your stomach, knowing that Katsuki cares about you, even if it is in his own harsh, abrasive way

Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into another place, all the while Katsuki has a pretty pink blush on his cheeks, though if anyone were to call him out, he’d shove you off and vehemently deny it

Iida Tenya

Tenya, while he means well, can often be overbearing and obnoxious when it comes to the sake of your health

Most of the time, he’s extremely strict and responsible, purely because that’s how he’s always been, ever since he was a little kid, but he also tends to be a bit more strict when it comes to you, because he wants you to thrive and be happy and healthy, so he often asks you questions like “have you eaten yet?” or “when did you go to sleep last night?”

It’s very sweet, and you know he comes from a place of good intentions, but sometimes it can be rather annoying

One day, while the two of you were just relaxing on the couch, with him reading a book and you scrolling through your phone, your music blasting through your headphones, he noticed just how loud you were playing your music. After all, he was able to hear it, and he wasn’t even wearing them, so he worried about how loud it was for you. Setting down his book, he gently called your name, waiting to see your response. When you didn’t respond to him, he called once more, except a little louder, and in the tone he usually reserved for scolding your classmate. When you still didn’t respond, he moved himself in front of your face, making you freeze a bit in surprise, before a cute smile brightens your face

Pulling your headphones out, you tilt your head in confusion, asking if everything was okay, how his book was, just mundane things that were making Tenya question whether or not he should scold you for your unhealthy habit. However, his rational side took over, and he asked how loud you were listening to your music, since he could hear it

When you sheepishly smiled, rubbing your neck in embarrassment, he sighed, shaking his head as he started his little rant about how you shouldn’t listen to your music that loud, that it could cause serious damage to your eardrums, and that it would impact your overall health. Of course, he didn’t use his “strict” voice with you, but he did make it sound as though it wasn’t a request to turn down your volume, more so of a demand. You told him that you’d make more of an effort to be conscious of your volume, and that seemed as good enough of an answer for him

So, as the two of you got back into your positions, with you resting your back against his arm, and him going back to the page he bookmarked, you two fell into another comfortable silence, with your music being lowered down significantly

Of course, whenever he wasn’t with you, you’d subconsciously turn it back up, being used to it blaring through your headphones, but whenever he was with you, he’d simply take your phone from your hand, lowering the volume while giving you such a sweet smile that you couldn’t really deny him

Yaoyorozu Momo

There’s a reason for why many people considered Momo to be the “mom friend” of the group

She’s always the one that’s checking up on her friends, making sure that they ate well that day, if they were doing alright, and if anyone needed something, she’d be the first to show up on their doorstep with at least several different kinds of items

When it comes to you, her partner whom she absolutely adores and wants to see succeed in everything that you set your mind to, she almost becomes a mother hen of sorts. She’ll always be fussing about, making sure that you’re as comfortable as possible, even going out of her way to get you things that she knows you like, just so she can see that adorable smile across your face

Momo also texts you at least five times a day, one saying good morning, one asking if you had anything for breakfast, another for lunch, asking if you wanted to eat dinner together, and finally, one that told you good night and just how much she loves you. Every day she texts you that same five core messages without fail, and if you don’t respond to her within thirty minutes or so, she’ll just show up to wherever you are and check in on you herself

So, while the two of you were working out together, of course in her own private gym, she finally noticed one of your bad habits: having your music turned up to max volume while having your headphones in

At first, she was simply doing some cardio, while not-so-subtly checking you out as you lifted weights. However, she could hear something very faintly, almost as though someone were playing music from the floor above. But as she finished up her run and headed closer to you, she noticed that the noise was getting progressively louder and louder, up until she was standing right next to you, and she could hear your music perfectly clear. She waited until you finished up your final set, not wanting to startle you when you were working out, but as soon as you put the weights back, wiping the sweat from your forehead, she simply plucked out one of your earbuds, a small frown on her face

When you asked her what was wrong, she answered you by asking if your ears were hurting, or if you needed something to aid your hearing. At first, you were confused, unsure of where she got that idea. However, as she continued to glance at you, and then to your headphone, then back to you, you finally realized that she could hear you from across the gym. Laughing, you told her that you like to blast your music whenever you’re working out, and that you didn’t mean to disrupt her workout

She instead told you that you could never bother her, but she was concerned about your hearing, and suggested that you lower it just a bit, or, even better, just play it through a speaker, since she didn’t mind your music taste. Because you didn’t want to worry her, since she was always making sure that you were happy and healthy, you agreed to play your music out loud instead

So now every time the two of you go to workout, you connect your phone to the speaker, and the two of you jam out while you work out, and your sessions often end with the two of you dancing together, albeit a little silly. Though you wouldn’t change it for the world

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #iida tenya #iida tenya x reader #iida x reader #Yaoyorozu Momo #momo yaoyorozu #momo x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[thera-daydreams]

I am painting a scenario in my mind of the hard-drive 😢. (Sorry if my writing style seems bad. :L)

——————- November 3, 2018; 3:23am ————

It was late, (Y/N) new it was late, her mind was occupied for she couldn’t find sleep, after all she couldn’t get the hard-drive out of her mind that Agatha gave her a few hours ago.

‘Sigh’ Twist and turning (Y/N) was to . . . her mind was dangerously piping interest of the hard-drive a bit too much. She knew better than to give in like that, but just looking at the hard-drive it self was already a thorn on her side. Silent but always nagging her.

‘F*ck it.’ she thought.

Walking towards the roof-top, (Y/N) made sure to keep her footsteps as silent as possible, not wanting to wake her housemates nor make them worried.

‘Now let’s see what we have.’

Putting the hard drive in the laptop, connecting it to a projector, turning the volume to the lowest possible, the movie started playing. Like the movie, memories of her past are flashing through her mind. Her late family moments made her felt warmth, sorrow, relief?? Many emotions were flashing in her eyes yet her face stay blank.

Watching the movie made her lose to time not caring if the autumn cold was getting colder and colder as minutes pass, all she could focus on was the movie, currently playing with the characters within.

“It can’t be all sorrow, can it? I’ve always been alone, so I don’t feel the lack. It’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve never experienced loss because I never had a loved one to lose . . . but what is grief, if not love persevering?”

. . .

Rubbing her eyes as the movie ended, credits were rolling, droplets of water were falling from the witches eyes, a tired sigh came out of her mouth once again.

“Hey, what are you crying for?”

Shocked by the familiar voice Wanda looked up and was astonished of who was standing in front of her.

“Come on. Dance with me.”

Waving their hand to motion, Wanda slowly stood up, her face now holding reminiscence, yearning, and nostalgia as she wakes towards them.

The scene changed, no longer was Wanda in her nightwear, instead a red velvet dress was wrapped around her beautifully, a singular rose along with baby-breaths complimented her braid halo. The clicks of her heels got louder by the second she got close to the man whom she only saw in her dreams. Firefly lights then surrounded them.

‘He was here yet he was not here.’ Is what she thought. The man in front of her was wearing a suit n tie, an elegant mahogany red that fits him all too well.

“I-”

“Sshhhh. It’s okay Wanda. I’m here.”

The man in red pulls her towards him placing her hand on we’re his “heart” were to be, along side placing his own hand over hers.

Words were no longer said as the melancholy couple slowed dance to the song, harmonizing together. They had so much to say to each other, wanting to make this moment last forever, yet it would only last for a few moments, perhaps what they wanted to say was too much and it would become meaningless if they did.

A smile came to both of their faces, basking in each other’s warmth. Even after the song ended the silence that came after was comforting to them.

“Hey Wanda.”

“Hm?”

“I’ll always be here. We’ll always be here.”

—————November 3, 2018; 6:56am————

On the couch of the roof-top, lay there a woman with tear stains under her eyes. The Vision illusion, formed by a sentient timed gem (probably gifted by Agatha), puts a blanket over the sleeping woman. A smile of warmth takes over his face.

“You can come out now.”

3 men came out behind the door, reacting like a deer in headlights, came out stumbling one by one. It was when they woke up and was unable to find (Y/N) they panicked thinking if something happened to her. Hearing the music got their attention as they quietly went to investigate the noise only to find themselves curious of the situation with the man you were with.

“Are you perhaps . . . her late husband?” Geto ask in a nervous manner, putting a hand in his pocket the other scratching the back of his neck.

“Yes”

“Oh, cool”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Vision snorted catching the 3 housemates in surprise.

“Alright, I don’t have much time left here please do take care of her.”

Caught in surprise that the man can speak Japanese well, the guys still answered nothing less.

‘Of course’

‘Obviously’

‘We owe her everything.’

As the illusion of the man disappeared with a satisfied smile on his face so did the gem. A comfortable silence once again flew though.

‘Sigh’

The Fushiguro man then walked close to (Y/N), brushing away the recent tears from under her eyelids, wrapped her with the blanket securely, and hold her bridal style. Turning to his other housemate, —‘Hey let’s cook up some breakfast’. The men agreed as they started to walk down the stairs, getting read for another day as they found themselves a bunch of familiar faces with worried looks for the woman a sleep.

—————P.S: At first I was gonna use the song ‘La Vie En Rose’, but I then changed it since I wanted both Wanda and Vision to sing in harmony so that it’s more sweet instead of bittersweet. 🥲☺️🥰 🥀💐Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this. (Took me like . . . ldk 3-4 hours??)

Awwwww, this was wonderful! 🥰

Thank you for sharing this.

Stay tuned for the next chapter! It's angst... but perhaps not the way you all imagine it. 😉

#thera.answers #jjk.works

[kob131]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCnynO7H3Do

Vexed has however decided to speak on Ironwood. ... Guess how that goes.

“Ironwood is such a cartoon villain! Look at how he is framed!”

This would mean a little more than jackshit to me if this was real or at least not coming a RWBY watcher since the latter would be all about manipulative editing and the later I might believe wouldn’t need to be handheld through a basic scene but not only is Ironwood a fictional character in a fictional show where you’re trying to invoke emotions in the audience: The RWBY fandom can’t analyze a scene worth shit unless someone walks on screen and literally explains everything. And Vexed himself is such a manipulatve liar that he’s even LESS trustworthy.

Not to mention I’ve seen footage of Hitler’s speeches and the responses- you can go a few levels deeper in reality itself. Not really that cartoonish to me.

“They thought they made him a villain at the end of Volume 7 but failed miserably!”

A. Judging from the reactions and how Ironwood’s defenders were half made up of people who’d side with anything they think is the opposite of what the writers’ intended- I’d say they did the job perfectly fine.

And B. This is exactly what I was talking about. The fact that someone didn’t roll out a fucking flowchart of his character you immediately started interpreting Ironwood’s downfall as a failure to make him a villain. You literally took basic ambiguity necessary for good writing and twisted it to make things look bad.

You’re the fucking reason why RWBY is blunter than a stoner’s cigarette. 

“They ACCIDENTALLY made him compelling!”

... You do know the commentary you are quoting doesn’t say ‘we tried to make Ironwood not compelling’ in any form right? All they’re saying is ‘we wanted to make Ironwood’s descent into villainy understandable and subtle.’ In fact, the writer’s job is suppose to be about making the villain compelling so they likely INTENDED on it.

... You mixed up ‘compelling’ and ‘sympathetic’ didn’t you? That either means you don’t know what those words mean or you have an incredibly narrow view of villains.

Also I gotta love that ‘Oh, he was only making hard choices and yet he’s a VILLAIN?!’. Not only does it ignore that villains are made by their choices, bad things can happen due to good choices and that it’d be thematic SUICIDE to portray Ironwood as in the right while kicking the more moral Ozpin for his actions- 

It also showcases you’re just a salty Ironwood fanboy. You didn’t consider how he got here as a character or what makes sense for what he represents- You got pissed your headcanons of a character was contradicted so you pitch a fit. I know this because you pulled this shit with WEISS before.

“Isn’t it strange that Salem was used to set up Ironwood’s ultimatium?”

No. Ironwood’s flaws as a character have always been centered around his reaction to Salem’s existence. He acts unilaterially when he believes Salem is close by, his paranoia flares up when Salem is concerned, his stubbornness is the result of glorifying Salem as this nigh unstoppable evil that must be stopped at any cost.

Of course he’s at his lowest when Salem is there: this once in the background ultimate evil is now making public moves, everything is stacked against him and he sees other people’s ways as having failed. Why wouldn’t he dig in his heels when faced with such a situation considering his character?

“I’ll be doing a video on Salem at the end of this Volume-”

And I know it’ll be as much of a failure as all the others. You could literally release a video of you saying ‘RWBY bad’ for ten minutes sand get the same reaction.

“Let’s focus on James, who was the best character in the show-”

Subjective and shows your bias AGAIN.

“Who was the focal point of Volume 7-”

A. That’s actually more him and Ruby but you aren’t the type to pay attention.

And B. You are now acknowledging the existence of his actions in Volume 7. You cannot try to say his descent wasn’t explored unless it’s admission you didn’t understand Volume 7.

“The man who hasn’t done much of anything in the first half of this Volume-”

That is such bullshit I don’t even know where to start?

He caused the events of Volume 8 to play out. He contacted Penny, setting up her own doubts about her decision, he used Watts to make the virus that setup the climax, he denies the heroes access to resources thus preventing them from attacking Salem, he puts them on edge from his orders to arrest preventing the heroes from openly acting-

He’s pulling as much weight as RUBY here and I’m honestly insulted.

“The man who is now just a crazy cartoon villain.”

You know, this reminds me of a comment I saw once. It was about Persona 5′s villains and how everyone said they were cartoon villains too. ... I then proceeded to point out how each one was actually pretty realistic when you actually look at reality.

Kamoshida? Replace ‘Gym school teacher’ to ‘Rich man’ and you have Jeffry Epstein. (Who didn’t commit suicide)

Madrame? *jabs at RT*

Okumura? He was based on real life Japanese business tycoons and their actions.

Shido? Literally every US politician.

Same applies here, but even worse. Ironwood descended from a high perch due to very serious circumstances, doing all this in a misguided attempt to protect people. A certain senile President did similarly shady shit...to protect himself.

You can’t call ‘cartoon villain’ to a man more understandable than REAL PEOPLE.

“Make a decision- Mantle dies or Mantle dies! HOW STUPID!”

Completely ignoring how they believe they can still save Mantle...and Ironwood is using that to try and force their hand.

Literally anyone who tries to be manipulative does that. And again, I understand him better than...well, everyone who HAS tried that.

“I would have respected him more if he just blew up Mantle-”

So kill the tone of the show, the main conflict of the past two Volumes AND his characterization as a pragmatist?

Someone check Vexed’s foot and make sure it’s still there: he’s shot it so many times now.

“Explain to me why he won’t just let Mantle evacuate?”

He’s incredibly stubborn, mentally scarred and physiologically compromised? AKA his CHARACTER?

“IRONWOOD ISN’T THINKING! RWBY BAD!”

It’s the fucking INTENT to show he isn’t thinking. All you’re doing is proving the writers’ competence at this point.

“Ruby should have just said Penny was in Mantle-”

To the guy whose immensely unstable at this point, saying ‘Hey, my only bargaining chip is in that place you don’t care about where you can possibly get the chip by killing Penny and finding who has the Maiden powers now!’?

Sounds like you’re the one missing more than half a brain.

“PLAN FAILED!”

Yes, your plan did fail because My IQ isn’t in the negatives.

“I love how the writers thinking that Ironwood acknowledging he’s slow-”

... You took a look at this scene, with him looking like that, with that music, with the context of his character, with the question of his character, with Winter’s look at him...

And came to THAT conclusion?

... Yeah we’re done here. I’m not giving any more effort. I’ve clearly given a Herculean amount of it compared to Vexed.

I’ll end this with a quote from one of my favorite Bad Religion songs:

Life is the crummiest book I ever read There isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots Pictures to shock and characters an amateur

Would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

[flameontheotherside]

How I make myself happy!

Self-care is self love, right? Well how I accomplish that is actually fairly easy. I'm writing this at a time of grief and mourning over the loss of a very close friend of mine. My independence means a lot to me! In fact I'm a little too independent to the point I try to do everything myself and hate asking for help or become antisocial.

Idk when I stopped searching outside myself for happiness. It's just something I noticed recently. I don't count on Rick to make me happy 😌. Instead I do things like;

Shower. Yes, I don't shower everyday. It's not necessary unless I've sweat a whole lot or smell I'm funky. Sometimes even on a day I don't feel like I physically need a shower. Mentally and spiritually a shower for me is cleansing in that way. I feel so much better having had a shower.

Watch funny shows/movies. Laughter is the best medicine.

Buy something nice or shiny.

Go for a walk. I used to do this a lot when I worked outside of my home on my breaks.

Listen to music. Depending on my mood I have several playlists to listen to.

Rest. I take an extra seroquel or a klonopin. They help to stop my mind from going a mile a minute especially when I'm angry, anxious or depressed. I'm knocked out for just a couple of hours and I wake up usually feeling much better having had rest. If I don't get a full 8 hours of sleep it ruins my day in ways that I become irritated and anxious. So taking an extra seroquel or a klonopin is warranted.

Draw and color. I don't draw as much now but when I did it was relaxing. Especially when I had headphones on listening to a podcast, audiobook, or music.

Go to the gym. Working out makes me feel better only if I actually take the time to walk there and back. Lately I've not been motivated but it's still on my list because when I actually go I feel so much better about myself.

Put on makeup or do a makeover. A change however long is nice. I'm in a much better mood when I look good.

Since I'm on disability and collect a government check (because I'm disabled), it's easier for me to practice these things. When I was working a regular 9-5 office job, time was usually limited. I found that working from home or not working at all easier to manage myself. If you can find some ways to keep yourself happy the best you can, it's worth a try.

I would walk on my lunch breaks while listening to music. Since music is my life, I love listening to music while working and found a few ways to do it. Like have a YouTube playlist on in the background at the lowest volume possible if I can get away with it. I did just those two things. Then when I got home, I'd hang out with my ex or chill with myself.

😘💕 Happy pumpkin season!

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[moonshinelouis-archive]

fine line analyses

these are thoughts; my thoughts. if you don’t agree please be reasonable and just ignore.

tumblr fucking ate this post so here i am. rewriting it all.

tw: i talk about alcohol, drugs, grief, and death

the album in general uses the extended metaphor of yellow. the colour is mentioned in nearly every song and i’ll explain why or why not later. the yellow is hope, happiness, and all things nice but as all archetypes it has a ‘dark’ side; it means cowardice and/or deceit. it also seems to follow the hero’s journey which is interesting.

side a: love/light vs dark. exposition.

golden begins the album already in sunshine; in happily vibes imo. gold is the ultimate illuminated colour, so to use it is... the next level, especially as the album opener. “take me back to the light / i knew you were way too bright for me” are ideas that come back in lights up. i love the juxtaposition in this song: “hold [the golden (light)], focus, hoping,” and then a couple lines later, “i’m hopeless, broken”; showing that at the same time, he’s hopeful and hopeless. i love that he alludes, in the entire song, that his person is the sun but he never says it outright: “you wait for me in the sky / [your light] browns my skin just right / you’re so golden,” which come back in sunflower. “i know that you’re scared / because hearts get broken / because i’m so open” immediately made me thing of strong. both he and his lover overwhelm each other at times: “you were way too bright for me,” “you’re scared / because i’m so open”; but ultimately this is a song about devotion: “i don’t wanna be alone / loving you’s the antidote.”

watermelon sugar doesn’t have anything outright yellow; however, the entire lyrics are rooted in imagery surrounding summer which inherently involves a sunny, especially when he calls out that it’s “warm,” that there are “berries,” that it’s “the end of June,” so my point stands. this song has already been analysed, i think, so i’m not gonna go too into it; in a nutshell, it’s the sweetest of loves. “tastes like strawberries on a summer evening” calls to we made it’s “remember how it tasted / looking into your eyes,” and the absolutely feral warm image of tasting moments makes me crazy...the tenderness..oh god.. “it sounds just like a song” comes back in many other tracks; in sunflower, “plant new seeds in the melody” -- try to find new beginnings in the music -- and also “want you more than a melody.” harry says this one was “the hardest one to finish” which could suggest ongoing events.

adore you has yellow in “honey” and “lemon” and hidden in “summer skies” and “brown skin.” thematically, this song is the same as watermelon sugar; devotion. “walk in your rainbow paradise” -- a rainbow is renewal, promise; a gateway, the calm after the storm. to be with his lover is to walk in paradise, away from all evil. though their lack of communication plagues them, it can sometimes be how they find their peace: “you don’t have to say you love me / nothing / [that] you’re mine.” “i’d walk through fire for you” reminded me of happily and through the dark. 

lights up, too, has already been discussed at length; “what do you mean? / i’m sorry by the way / i’m never coming back down / can’t you see / i could but it wouldn't stay?” will speak volumes to anyone who’s been closeted, even if nothing extreme. “i’m never coming around / it’d be so sweet / if things just stayed the same” would be the melancholy and fear of watching those you love slip away because of something you can’t change; and, even if it doesn’t, there will always be the little things that change, like how you’re perceived. “all the lights couldn’t put out the dark / running through my heart” is one of my favourite lines; it speaks of the things within himself he’d rather hide, and yet, all the pride he’s told to have does nothing to erase his bitterness towards the feeling -- internalised homophobia/transphobia. however -- “step into the light / so bright sometimes / i’m not ever coming back” -- as overwhelming, as scary, as engulfing as it all may be... it’s much better to be in the light than in the dark; back to golden. the yellow in this song is in the ‘light.’

side b: complete abstinence of yellow. abyss.

cherry presents vibrant red rather than yellow, perhaps to illustrate the glossy jealousy he expresses in this song, and possibly to say he is angry despite sounding defeated. thematically similar to woman. i don’t think this song is dismissible because its aspects all come back: “gallery” is again in sunflower; “don’t call me baby” returns in to be so lonely. “there’s a piece of you in how i dress” reminded me of “painted nails make harry beautiful” :’) also, “your accent” is pretty loud. if anything is to be said about the ending, is that it’s in the “language of love.”

falling is very clearly the death in the hero’s journey; the lowest point from which he could only rebirth. again there are communication issues: “forget what i said / it’s not what i meant”; “we’ve run out of things we can say.” and then there’s rediscovery: “what am i now?” he asks, after having asked the listeners if they know who they are; and his despair seems tied to insecurities -- “what if i’m someone i don’t want around? / what if i’m someone you won’t talk about? / what if you’re someone i just want around?” (notice the flip of pronouns in the last two; switching the blame. harry and louis seem to do that a lot; the blame is passed from one to another in songs. he blames himself in this one, though: “there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands.”) the biggest insecurity lies in the line: “i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again,” in which harry just wants.. to be needed; to be loved and to be in love. overall he’s asking for redemption, whatever of.

to be so lonely is still sad, but obviously a rise; a rebirth. “don’t blame me for falling / i was just a little boy / don’t blame the drunk caller / i wasn’t ready for it all / you can’t blame me, darling / not even a little bit / i was away / and i’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry” -- the opening verse is just all excuses, all flimsy at best; pushing the blame around. “i was just a little boy” had me screaming; “don’t blame the drunk caller” is distancing himself as far away as possible even though....that’s him, drunk-calling; he said so in falling: “there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands.” the last one is not even trying; he just straight up says he’s arrogant.. lol. again he’s rooting onto insecurites: “i just hope you see me / in a little better light” asks his lover not to only see him as the stupid little boy who became a needy and arrogant drunk caller; and again he pleads for mercy with rather nonsensical logic: “do you think it’s easy? / being of the jealous kind?” overall, these three songs together could be interpreted as a breakup, though the romantic songs in the album would support better that there have been really rough patches in their relationship; specifically times in which they were caught in untimely scheduling inconveniences amid fights. but see it how you will.

she is a projection. harry tries out the ‘normal guy’ archetype, giving his character a nine-to-five office job and the predictable (supposedly married) life with kids; he likely did this to try out a different perspective of his feelings and/or to appeal to his audience, who is mostly not made up of millionaires. right away, he’s pretending, with the most basic of things: “[he] sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon / around 13:32 / like he knows what to do.” as for the whole chorus and “a woman who’s just in his head / and she sleeps in his bed / while he plays pretend” is, to me, the woman inside him who aches to be seen; she represent his struggles with binary genders, both of which are oppressing. “he takes a boat out / imagines just sailing away / and not telling his mates / he wouldn't know what to say” is literally eroda?? and shows communication issues. again.

side c: ascending

sunflower makes the yellow comeback.. loud and in your face. the sunflower is commonly associated with the sun tarot card, which often depicts them with children, who are mentioned... the card stands for clarity and success. this song is thematically like watermelon sugar and adore you, but it just has that stoner vibe you know ? “kids in the kitchen listen to dancehall” triggered “even as young as you are.” again, there are communication issues; “i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you” “let me inside, i wanna get to know you / wish i could get to know you” “i was just tongue-tied / i’m still tongue-tied.” “i’ve got your face / hung up high in the gallery” again shows adoration; with cherry’s “does he take you walking through his parents’ gallery?” it could be interpreted as, are his parents showing you off like i do? a big note about it: “hung up high in the gallery / out of this shade” in the light! this is major.

canyon moon shows yellow in “the world’s happy waiting / doors yellow, broken, blue” -- happy, first of all. the doors are portals that they’ve taken, will take, or could take; some are happy, some deceitful, some sad. i find it very interesting that in she “the man drops his kid off at school” and in this one jenny tells her husband to “go get the kids from school.” “two weeks and i’ll be home” loud loud loud. paris and rome are both romantic cities. “[she -- jenny?] pretends not to know the words” again shows some pretending, perhaps to show that we all pretend about things in life, even mundane activites... just a fun song about being away and missing each other like right now.

treat people with kindness is the only song outside of side b that does not have yellow. i think that is because, though this is a happy song, it’s jus a cover up -- he’s burying his grief in the music and drugs/drinks. “and it’s just another day / and if our friends all pass away / it’s okay.” “feeling good in my skin / i just keep on dancing” shows the other effect of numbing all the insecurities and fears he normally carries. 

side d: settling. the first sign fine line is a track to be paid attention to is that it’s the titular the track. the second push is giving it its own side on the record. 

fine line is another side of she, for which i liked this eloquent explanation. it’s a drastic shift in mood from tpwk to fine line; harry truly shows how vulnerable he is. he’s divided -- “you sunshine, you temptress”; god, when i read/heard that i cried. so beautiful, so appeasing, but it looks like such a distant dream. unachievable. furthermore i think making this song about a relationship, or anyone other than harry and harry’s inner demons is belittling it; belittling his internal struggles to reach the so desired fine line...

#* #mel.txt #lyric analysis #hs2

[rwbyconversations]

RWBY Volume 6 Vocal Songs review

Well, we finally have it people- the Volume 6 soundtrack is out. And hopefully this time Spotify mains won’t feel left in the corner like the Ladybug fandom does during the inter-RWBY shipping discussions.

I’ll say overall I adored the songs this year and there weren’t any duds- in fact this is probably my new overall favorite lyric soundtrack since Volume 4, which was just overflowing with bangers. This year was similarly jam-packed, with every new song being the usual outstanding fare that RWBY has become known for.

... and then there’s the remixes which continue to be absolutely awful and will never go onto my playlists but this is the token mention of the remixes. Why do they keep doing them, the only good one’s been Sacrifice.

But regardless, this is my review of all the vocal songs in Volume 6. Enjoy! (forward warning I’m not a music critic so don’t expect anything too deep here)

All GIFs were made by @edelblume​, someone actually proficient in talking musical theory.

1) Rising

Rising was already one of my favorite openings to date for RWBY, if for no other reason than the superb opening animation itself. But fortunately, the song itself more than met my expectations. Featuring an incredibly strong riff from Jeff from Alex along with a surprising synth appearance in places, Rising kicks off the soundtrack with gusto, a defiant acknowledgement that their road is faced with a permeating darkness, but it won’t last, and much as nature simply knows how to be, they were born with the knowledge to do the right thing and stand against evil. For they are paragons, and death can’t hold them down for long. After years of ranking Time To Say Goodbye as my favorite opening of the show, Rising supplants it and takes its new spot on the throne.

2) Miracle

Miracle was a surprise- for the first time since Volume 3 and It’s My Turn, we got a new song in the premiere alongside the opening itself, capping off RWBY, Oscar and Qrow’s desperate struggle to buy the Argus Limited time to escape with its civilian cargo. It’s a much bleaker song than Rising, coming right as the heroes are about to have their senses of morality tested by the truths that Ozpin had been hiding from them for years. Miracle laments how they’re running out of time and that their own triumphs don’t matter- a reckoning is near and they have to answer the question of whether or not the path they’ve been walking was the right one, or just one made of lies. As the heroes scramble for a miracle, they’re dismayed to find that none’s in sight, but as they realize they’re fighting on the sight of light and all that’s good in the world, they’re determined to stand and fight until their miracle arrives.

Miracle can be seen as a proper theme song for the first half of Volume 6, as it more deeply examines the themes of the volume, especially the team’s inner conflict. The final verse especially can be seen as almost an abridging of the Brunswick arc, as the team reach their lowest points and despair at how nothing they do is worth anything before they take a breather and decide that even if the end time are coming, they’ll face it head on and give it a bloody nose before it consumes everything, still hoping for that miracle to arrive- just like a young silver eyed girl arrived in Brunswick to cleanse its tainted halls of apathy. 

Miracle was a surprising song back in October last year, and now that it’s out in full it’s honestly my favorite song lyrically on the track. It’s a perfect assessment of the situation the heroes wind up in this volume, capping off with their blunt refusal to let the end take them quietly. 

3) Lionized

I know they spell it Lionize but I don’t care, they say Lionized in the song for Christ’s sake! 

I’ve been waiting for this song for nearly an entire year since RTX and the short that won me back onto RWBY, and fortunately Lionized didn’t disappoint. Adam finally got his solo song to bow out his character after sharing From Shadows with Blake, and much like his character short, it offers a compelling, if truncated, account of his rise and fall into darkness. 

While Amity Arena’s bio had already revealed Adam’s early life to be horrific- born into slavery in an SDC dust mine, dreaming of looking up at the sky with his own two eyes one day- Lionized also makes no point of hiding the details, having the lyrics open with Adam reflecting on how he was “Insulted and reviled, Enthralled by human overlords since I was a child” (which gives off serious vibes of Adam being a sex abuse victim as a child to me and Jesus Christ). That punishment broke Adam and drove him mad in his desire to make humanity pay for what it had done to him and the hundreds of thousands of Faunus in those mines. 

Jeff kills it in this song- it’s easily my new favorite solo from him as we get a deep dive into what drove Adam past the brink of madness, as his revenge dovetails into building him up and making him more of a figurehead than an actual hero- “Watch them fall as I am glorified,” “You’ll see, I’m their hero/I’m here, I’m your savior, I’ll be lionized!” And the guitars are something else, a constantly churning ripping and shredding beat that combines with Jeff’s voice sounds like a feral animal about to attack. And if there’s one way to get me hype for a villain in anime, grab some guitars and start shredding. 

While Miracle might be my favorite song of the OST on a lyrical level, Lionized just knows how to get me hyped and this’ll probably be the one that gets the most replays on my playlist. It captures the old spirit of RWBY’s original music and delivers with a rip-roaring track that matches its narrators madness with shredding gusto.

4) Big Metal Shoe

I had no expectations for Big Metal Shoe. In fact I figured this would be the weak link of the soundtrack. Surely what seemed to just be a diss track at a villain I wasn’t especially fond of wouldn’t make for a good song, right?

And then we got Caffeine 2.0 and... it was actually kinda good. Again, I’m a simple man- throw some guitars at me and I’ll smile and nod like a kid watching fireworks. This sound wound up being a fun little darkhorse for the soundtrack, alongside a seeming self-imposed challenge by Williams and Abraham to make as many fairytale references in two and 3/4 minutes as physically possible. 

There is one downside though- this song’s actually incomprehensible. I don’t understand half of it. Jeff and Casey have this problem a lot of the time where it’s hard to understand them but this is just peak “Are you even speaking English anymore?” And then Lamar shows up for the Token Lamar Rap Verse that every RWBY OST includes and then it gets even worse.

While I wasn’t expecting much from Big Metal Shoe, it still made for a fun few minutes. Now I can’t wait for Flynt’s lyric video so I understand most of the song! 

5) Forever Fall

RWBY’s track record with ballads can be generously described as “hit or miss.” For every Cold or Home, we have Wings or All That Matters. Forever Fall has a crucial advantage over those weaker examples in that I actually like most of the characters featured in the song. Being about Pyrrha encouraging Jaune from beyond the veil while Jaune struggles to press on, much as she did in the Boundless Jaune Amity Arena bio, it’s a somber tune, and easily one of the better attempts Jeff and Casey have made at a slower, more quiet song. I’m not the biggest fan of how RWBY has handled Pyrrha’s death since Volume 3, sometimes it feels a little like they keep JNR around just to more easily have access to angst fuel for it, but Forever Fall definitely helped set the bitter stage for the statue scene, which does still stand as one of the better scenes of Volume 6 (even if it does lose some of its weight once you realize Pyrrha probably wouldn’t have actually liked the statue due to her hatred of being put on a pedestal). Casey knocks it out of the park with her voice and the piano plays a beat on many a fan’s heart. 

I’m especially fond of the theory that this isn’t so much a Pyrrha singing to Jaune song as it’s a song that can symbolise both of them at the same time. Credit to the crew for that.

6) One Thing

Neo’s far from my favorite character in RWBY, and I’ve made no secret of how I think she’s dreadfully overhyped outside of being a good luck charm for well animated fights. Luckily for her and fans then, her charm status made it into Maya unscathed, and Neo was protected by the universal rule of soundtracks.

The villain songs are always really fucking good.

Casey finally lives out her dream of voicing Neo in One Thing, a bitter revenge fantasy where Neo makes no reservations about how much she’ll love putting down anyone and everyone responsible for Roman’s death. She talks (heh) of how she had nothing before Roman came- not a voice, not a home, maybe not even a name if I’m hearing that one line right. “Then a brand new flame brought a brand new name.” 

Add in a badass as all hell chorus and Neo jumped up a few places in my personal RWBY polls thanks to the presentation of her musical debut alone, to say nothing of her fantasies about killing Cinder (can relate). One Thing shows just how effective a great song can be, setting the scene for a fantastic fight scene, a solid return for a fandom-beloved character and then even making someone who considered her the Boba Fett of RWBY start to like her. I’m eager to learn more of Neo’s past before she met Roman, whenever that day comes.

(btw is it bad if I kinda ship Neo and Roman now?)

7) Nevermore

I don’t have a lot to add that hasn’t been said since the finale aired- it’s a pretty great song and a fantastic closer for the volume, I hope Atlas means we finally stop getting Blake or Yang-focused credit songs because this was the third in a row and it’s getting tiring, the disconnect between the writers and actors calling Adam “the worst” while the songs and bios paint a far more complex picture is a bit of an odd disconnect that I hope doesn’t repeat if they ever remember that Cinder’s an abuser too. 

8) Armed and Ready Acoustic

Nice song, shame it’s gonna get ruined by all the fucking Beehaw/Yorse jokes. You weren’t funny in February, you’re not funny now. You’re not even worth a comment about beating a dead horse. Not sure I like the acoustic going full country but whatever. Wake me up when I’m The One gets the acoustic treatment.

9) Indomitable

Indomitable was the song I was probably the most hyped for in the V6 OST alongside or even surpassing Lionized. Ruby’s Silver Eyes scene was a strong contender for the best scene of the season and single-handedly made up for what otherwise could have been a Breach-level anticlimax of a finale, and part of what made it work was Indomitable, the short but powerful song that played as Ruby gave Bubbles The Leviathan both ocular barrels. Ruby finally getting a song after five straight albums was ambrosia to my soul, after years of having to make due with “Maybe Ruby’s song is meant to be the OP?” as Weiss, Blake and Yang got song after song after song, oftentimes getting multiple songs in a single year (Hi Yang. Stop hogging the jukebox. Please.). Finally, I thought, she’d get a track, and one that appeared to be about her accepting her role as the light standing against the darkness, all capped off with a beautiful quiet tribute to Monty in the form of his old blog quotes about the human spirit.

So I must admit, when I listened to Indomitable proper, I was... disappointed on the first listen. It’s still a lovely song, but it wasn’t what I hoped and wanted it to be and it took a little while to appreciate it in spite of that.

Indomitable is a tribute song to Monty, a la Cold from Volume 3. But while Cold had a double meaning that made it work in and out of universe (being a song from CRWBY mourning Monty that could also reflect on Jaune mourning Pyrrha), Indomitable is far less connected to RWBY in-universe unless Ruby had a dream offscreen where she met a tired looking guy who made worlds based off his ketchup stains then woke up and made a Christian Rock song out of it. 

Rather sadly for me at least, this also hurts the original Indomitable scene in question as well. It doesn’t truly fit the original scene now, as much as it did when we thought the song was about Ruby recognizing her spirit. It was a great way to cap off a volume that was overall great for Ruby. As she finally got to take center stage as protagonist in her own show, we finally got a new song about her standing unyielding against the darkness. What was a great character moment for Ruby has now rather sadly been hurt by the song. Not terribly, I still love the climax of Volume 6. But now the song just feels a touch out of place.

I know some people have already been rather critical of anyone who didn’t like the song because it wasn’t what they wanted (I’ve seen a fair few people express disappointment that the song wasn’t the Ruby-focused song the chorus and placement in the show led us to believe) and that tired old “subverting expectations” argument came up. To which I must reply that “What did you expect me to take from a song showing up during Ruby’s most powerful moment, that the song was actually about Port?” While what we got was still a powerful song that makes for an interesting trilogy of songs of RWBY dealing with Monty’s death in Cold, Let’s Just Live and Indomitable, I think Ruby’s fanbase especially are very fairly allowed to be disappointed that they were stripped of the chance to finally get her first focus song in half a decade. Instead we get another Ruby song where she’s not even the real focus (much like Blake’s trailers get hijacked by her supporting cast, Ruby’s songs get hijacked by anyone within a mile of the recording booth),  

I still liked Indomitable, and it does become a stellar song after the first chorus.. It still has Ruby’s overall attitude and the lyrics do still allow one to reflect on Ruby and her growth over Volumes 1-3 and 6. It’s a lovely, touching and very emotional tribute to Monty and a rousing anthem to celebrate his legacy (wait does this mean Indomitable breaks the Monty Rule? ;) ) and had it been a simple bonus track that we only learned about when the OST dropped a la BMBLB or Dream Come True it would have been a lot better in my opinion. We still got a lovely song and in the heat of the moment, it worked really well for Ruby. But at this point, I really just want a new inarguable Ruby song above all else, and this probably should have been kept as a bonus song instead of being used in-show. Still good, but I’m just a bitter bitch and wanted something else

Conclusion and ranking

Volume 6′s vocal tracks were a near-perfect selection this year. After Volume 5′s tracklist was more comparatively disappointing (Smile and This Time are the only ones I’d really go back to at this point), the V6 tracklist was far more impressive and a near constant streak of home runs. While Indomitable wasn’t what I hoped and wanted it to be, it was still a touching tribute to Monty and proof that his soul lives on in RWBY. If Jeff, Alex and Casey are as on fire next year as they were this year, the wait for the Volume 7 OST will be even more painful. Round of applause for the music team this year, they did a stellar job and I wish them all the best for Volume 7. 

1) Miracle 2) Lionized 3 One Thing 4) Rising 5) Forever Fall 6) Nevermore 7) Indomitable 8) Acoustic Armed and Ready  9) Big Metal Shoe 10) The music that played during Merc and Em’s scene in Lost.  10) The godawful Triumph and Path to Isolation remixes. Please. Leave the songs alone, I hate Volume 5 but even it didn’t deserve that torture. 

Thank you for reading. 

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[heroes-writing]

hi!!! i love your works so much omg!! and i have an idea that came up from first season ending lyrics (cuz its so cheesy and so sweet) about someone who just got fired and needed job asap so they started to work at saitamas house (like, cleaning and cooking) and they became friends with him and genos and later developed feelings for him (mutual). so maybe you would want to write about monsters outbreak and caretaker worrying over opm at his place and them him coming back and their reunition

Here you go!! And because you kept the pronouns neutral in your ask, I did the same for the response.

Also, at the end I referenced Season 2’s ending because I personally can’t stop listening to it~ Saitama’s VA is so talented, and the lyrics fit so well in comparison to S1’s ending!! <3 Please enjoy!!

Word Count: 1219

(Name) sighed and wiped their brow with the back of their hand. In the other they slowly twirled a large metal ladle in the air as their stew bubbled and steamed. The tiny apartment was saturated with the delicious smell of meat and veg, and then just beneath it was the scent of fresh laundry and floor cleaner.

A small porcelain cup was dipped into the froth, and a small sip of the hot reddish-brown liquid brought the taste of salt and beef stock to (Name)’s palate.

Savory, rich, soothing.

They smacked their tongue against the roof of their mouth. It was complete, and all the stew needed now was two hungry men to eat it…

(Name)’s shoulders dropped as they dipped the ladle in the soup again, a frown pulled at their lips.

In the next second, (Name) grabbed the remote off the kitchen counter and turned off the tv.

The news report describing the attack in B-City had long since ended, and (Name) hadn’t seen any clips featuring Saitama or even Genos.

Because they had nothing else to do, they slowly stirred the pot in mellow and controlled strokes. When they were sure nothing was stuck to the bottom, they meticulously cleaned the cutting board and knives in the sink. They dried them and put them away into the cabinets.

…With such a small apartment, it was easy for (Name) to run out of things to do.

They had already prepared tomorrow’s lunch. They ensured the vegetables Saitama bought at the market were used before they expired. The bathroom was spotless, the small patio was swept, and Saitama’s plant had been watered…

(Name)’s own place was next door, fully cleaned and with lunch tucked away in the fridge. However, the sun had set, and they felt less inclined to leave Saitama’s safe and secure abode.

The terrifying stillness of the abandoned streets of Saitama’s neighborhood made (Name) realize just how much Saitama’s presence soothed them.

Then quiet of the room made (Name) realize just how much they missed him…

With tired eyes, they glanced into the empty living room. Not seeing Saitama smiling at them from his usual spot by his table was downright disheartening…

Another heavy sigh floated up to the ceiling as (Name) checked the clock on their phone and turned their music louder.

A gentle, loving tune belted out from (Name)’s small speaker:

“Oh, my love…When are you coming home?”

“--And the crescent moon hanging in the sky, swayed softly to my sighs…”

Saitama and Genos had been gone since the early morning. Even after receiving a text from the cyborg explaining their lateness because a horde of monsters had invaded B-City, it had done little to ease (Name)’s worry.

--Just as Saitama hoped to one day meet his match, (Name) worried one day he would be defeated…

They quickly shook their head and took a deep breath.

There’s no way that’s happening!

I can’t get all mopey now, I need to put on a bright face for Saitama when he gets home…

Clicking the dial on the stove to its lowest setting, the flame dimmed into electric blue, and they placed the lid atop the large pot. (Name) double checked the kitchen one last time before finally meandering into the living room.

…The clock ticked a melancholy beat.

The large yellow moon that had been keeping name company was drifting out of sight…

(Name) gingerly kneeled at the table before giving the front door a long stare.

With another sigh they turned and picked out a volume of manga to read, and maybe they cradled Saitama’s pillow to their chest for comfort. There was no one around to see, after all.

They cracked open the novel-- psychics, scammers, and spirits filled the pages.

(Name) glanced at the door once more, before delving in.

--

Somehow the coffee table had become too comfortable to resist. (Name)’s eyes were closed, their senses lost to the depths of sleep when the front door opened and shut.

They barely stirred until (Name) felt warm arms encircle their shoulders, familiar hands pressed against their stomach, and a warm sigh floated past their temple.

Belatedly, (Name) jolted up, their breath catching in their throat as their back met a solid chest.

“Sai—” They startled, and their eyes met the hero’s deep brown orbs.

His smiling face was clean, but his hero clothes were a mess of dried green blood. (Name) didn’t care. With impeccable speed for a civilian, they threw their arms around him, and Saitama made all the space they needed to cuddle him as closely as possible.

He pulled them into his lap as they snuggled and hummed against his neck.

“Welcome home!” Was all (Name) could manage as they pressed even deeper. At least his pristine white cape was clean. Saitama still smelled the same. It was a remedy for their every worry, his affection shooed it all away.

“Taidama~” He murmured, before yawning loudly in (Name)’s ear.

With a blushing face (Name) glanced around for a certain cyborg, but didn’t find him staring from a distance like usual—

“Where’s Genos?” Although even as they asked, they already guessed the answer.

“He had to go get repaired again.” Saitama groaned while rubbing his hands up and down (Name)’s back in long strokes. They slowly relaxed into it, before going ramrod straight again—

“Wait, my stew!!—”

He crooned into their hair, “I took it off the burner, don’t worry.” His words were exhausted as his head fell into the crook of (Name)’s shoulder. Feeling him settle his weight, his burdens on their body made (Name) hold him harder. They couldn’t resist rubbing a hand against the nape of his neck as they sighed in bliss.

“I’m so glad you’re back~” They whispered as his sleepiness spread into (Name) in the same way his warmth tingled across the broad line of contact their bodies maintained. (Name) could barely feel him pressing a series of lazy kisses to their shoulder…

“Don’t you want to eat?” They asked.

“I think I want to get cleaned up, and go to bed…” He raised his flushed face before he yawned again. (Name) had to resist yawning in response as they settled more deeply into his lap.

“Well I cleaned everything today, I can make your bed up for you while you take a bath?”

His mouth turned up at both ends, the smile soft and sweet. Somehow one of his hands had found theirs, and he was squeezing it in a way that always made them grin and blush.

“Are you going to stay over?” He quipped as his round face turned sly with implications. It wasn’t often Genos was gone, but when he was…

(Name) was quick to nod, and just as he was beginning to shift beneath them to get away, (Name) caught his face between both hands and began peppering him with kisses.

“Yes, because I missed you so much today…”

“Oi—” His laugh grew shaky as their kisses darted into the ticklish sections of his skin.

…

Just beyond their laughter, in the background another song was playing:

“There’s something that I need—"

“To keep moving on."

“So I promise that I’ll come back.”

“I promise that I’ll come back to you!”

#saitama #opm scenarios #opm #opmscenario #fluff #one punch man #maybe listen to s1's ed for the first half #then s2's ed for the second! #Anonymous

[fledermausforstrauss]

Day 7 - Enchanted

Aziraphale tries to save some books from a library and is caught. There's a few rodents and some bad ballroom dancing. 1602 Words. -----

1480, Italy.

Aziraphale smiled as he circled the dancefloor, watching the dancers spin around each other as he made his way around the fancy costumes. The outfits were stunning, all frills and feathers, sparkles and gold, the ball gowns practically floating across the dancefloor as the dancers waltzed, gilt and rhinestones shimmering in the candlelight.

His own outfit was adorned with diamonds and gold trim, with a matching mask that gave him a halo of white feathers.

He stepped out of the main ballroom and into the quiet hallway, looking around to make sure he wasn’t being watched. When was sure that the few stragglers that were tucked into corners were otherwise occupied, buried in their own lace and frills and kissing drunkenly, Aziraphale made his way down the hallway towards the stairs.

He stopped at the top of the stairs at an opening that looked out over the dancefloor, tapping his fingers along the railing to the music. He spared the swirling colours of the dancers one last glance before he turned away, heading for one of the side rooms and opening the door just enough to slip inside, closing it carefully behind himself and turning around.

He couldn't help the small gasp.

It was one of the most beautiful private libraries he had ever seen.

Triple tall ceilings, wall to wall, packed to overflowing, with a maze of shelves in the middle. Books upon books, ranging from ancient to up-to-date. Fiction, nonfiction, medical texts, and autobiographies.

“Oh, Lord.” Aziraphale sighed, a smile on his face.

He started on one end, taking his time to study the volumes he passed, turning down every aisle with a gasp of delight every time he spotted something new. He pulled out the occasional book, leafing through pages before putting it back in its spot. After only a few rows, he heard the door to the library open and close.

He ducked along the aisles, making his way to the nearest balcony and slipping out the door into the cool night air. He sighed, and leaned on the railing, listening for the sound of the intruder leaving the library so he could go back inside.

The moon was full and bright, lighting up the beautiful garden below. He could make out a few couples hiding amongst the bushes, clinging to each other, and sighed.

He froze as he heard the latch on the balcony door open behind him, his eyes wide. He turned on his heel, an excuse ready on his tongue, to find a woman smiling at him.

She had a large, red ball gown with black lace and gold trim. Her mask matched her dress with black lace and feathers twisting into wild red curls. A large gold necklace, curled to look like a snake, sat with it’s head just above the neckline.

Aziraphale glossed over the entire outfit to stare into her eyes.

They sparkled like gold.

“Hello, Angel.” She said. “Running away from the party so soon?”

Even on ruby lips, the smirk was unmistakable.

“Crowley.” Aziraphale smiled.

“What are you doing out here?” Crowley asked, shutting the door behind herself and joining Aziraphale by the railing. “Too much spinning for you?”

“Ah, I’m not here for dancing, though it does look like fun.” Aziraphale said as looked back at the door to the library. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’ve been asked to ruin the party, so that’s what I’ve come to do.” Crowley said. “Thought I’d enjoy it first, though.”

“...Just how do you plan on ruining the party?” Aziraphale turned his head to give her a side-look, suspicious.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing dangerous.” Crowley said, the smirk back on her face. “Just a little fun, is all.”

Aziraphale felt oddly reassured, despite the fact that the demon’s idea of fun could still be dangerous.

“Are you done up here?” Crowley asked, stepping back towards the door. “I'd be getting out of here pretty quick if I were you… I wouldn’t want you to get caught in the tide.”

“Did you come out here just to give me a warning?” Aziraphale asked, raising a brow.

She shrugged, slipping through the door.

“Hold on, Crowley.” Aziraphale called, making her pause with her hand on the door. “How… distracting is this going to be?”

“Oh…” Her smirk grew more mischievous. “Distracting enough for you to make away with at least a dozen books, if you’re careful.”

“How--! I would never--! That’s ridiculous!” Aziraphale said, trying to sound as offended as he could.

“Oh, of course. Sorry to assume that you snuck into this darkened library in the middle of a masquerade ball to nick some old books that have been marked to be donated to a public library, which we both know how that always turns out.” Crowley said. “That is ridiculous of me, isn’t it...”

“Quite.”

“My deepest apologies.” She twisted he hand as she mocked a bow, her eyes sparkling with quiet laughter. “Enjoy your night, Angel.”

She closed the door and disappeared from sight.

Aziraphale gave her a moment’s head start before he headed inside, snapping his fingers to materialize a bag strapped over his shoulder.

Crowley was right. Most of the library was in the process of being donated to a public library, and that was exactly why he had come. There were books that were too precious to be put in danger like that.

They had both witnessed far too many library burnings.

Hence why he felt he had to save at least a few books from their inevitable fiery fate, adding them to his collection to keep them safe.

He slipped the books he had come for off the shelves, piling them into his bag. He made his way through the aisles again, quick paced as he grabbed a few more books to take with him, feeling the anxiety of choosing which to save and which to let go. When he was done, meaning, when he couldn’t possibly carry another book, he stepped back out into the hall, stopping to look out over the dancefloor again.

He could make out Crowley spinning her way through the ballroom, switching partners as she neared the centre of the dance floor, the dark colours of her dress standing out against the bright ones. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked up, scanning the upper balcony until she spotted Aziraphale.

Aziraphale could make out her smile from where he was standing as she grabbed the front of her large dress, lifting it slightly.

Rats poured out from beneath her dress, scattering across the floor.

There was an eruption of screams as the rats made there way to the edges of the room, chasing the dancers who tripped over each other in their haste. The rodents ran up tablecloths, knocking over glasses of champagne and gnawing on the hors d'oeuvres, crawling up the legs of the guest who didn't run away fast enough and tearing at the expensive fabrics.

Aziraphale covered his mouth with his hand, gasping as he stared down at the chaos. He turned and made his way down the stairs, pushing his way through the doors until he made it down to the dance floor, the wave of rats giving him a wide berth as he walked through them.

By the time he made it down to the main hall, the rest of the guests had left. He could hear muffled shouting from outside the front doors.

“Well?” Crowley asked as she turned in place, her swaying dress noticeably less full.

“A bit over the top, don’t you think?”

“Efficient, is what it was. Rats are underrated and underused, they are just so versatile.”

“Is that why you were wearing a dress? To hide rats?”

“Yes and no.” Crowley said, spinning again to make the fabric swirl. “They’re also just nice to wear.”

“It does suit you rather well, I’ll admit.”

Crowley slowed her movements, looking at Aziraphale.

“Angel.” She said, holding out her gloved hand. “Share this dance with me?”

“Oh. I don’t…” Aziraphale looked at her hand hanging in the air between them. “I don’t know how to.”

“It’s easy, you can just follow me.” She said, looking around the room at the remains of the chaos. “Just seems a waste of a party, figured we could fit in one final dance.”

Aziraphale hesitated for only a second longer before he took Crowley’s hand.

“Put your other hand on my shoulder.” Crowley pulled him closer, putting her other hand on his waist. “There we go. Just don’t step on my feet.”

Crowley took the lead, spinning Aziraphale as they made their way through the room, laughing  every time either one of them misstepped. Her smile was infectious, and the way the candlelight made her eyes shine had the angel positively enchanted. He couldn’t look away.

They made almost a full round of the floor when Crowley dipped him clumsily, nearly toppling the both of them over.

“Easy.” Crowley said, holding the dip at the lowest point as she smiled. “See--?”

They both turned their heads towards the sound of the building’s main doors opening.

Aziraphale let go in panic, dropping to the floor with the added weight of his bag of books. He scrambled to stand, looking at Crowley with wide eyes.

“I-- I better be going.” Aziraphale stuttered, pulling the strap of his bag close. “It was nice seeing you again, Crowley.”

He looked up at her startled expression before he turned quickly, heading for a side door out to the gardens.

When he looked over his shoulder, she was gone.

#good omens #good omens fic #aziraphale #Crowley #fem!crowley

[davidjdobrikstesla-blog]

music | david dobrik x reader

plot: you were forced to stay in late at some music studio with Scott since he needed David for one of his new songs. David ends up driving you back to his house, where he confesses his love to you. he ends up asking you to be his girlfriend and yeah

requested: yes! “can you do one where you are david’s best friend, but he secretly like you. you stay in late at Scott’s music studio to help him with his song. he drives you back to his house where he tells you he likes you. he asks you to be his girlfriend and kiss for the outro. thanks!

a/n: this was my first request and i honestly love this one? thank you for being my first request-or <3

1151 words

You stretched out on the couch, on the other side of the soundproof booth. Pulling your knees to your chest, and hugging them. You watched David as spoke into the microphone, reading off the lyrics on his phone.

"I can scare anybody, any time of season," He sung, waving his hands around jokingly, "I can scare anybody, I don't need a reason."

He made eye contact with you, smiling. You smiled back.

God, you thought, he's adorable. And to be fair, he was. His haircut made him look younger then he was, and even with all the hate he got for cutting it all off, you loved it. His incoming shadow forming on his jaw, because he obviously forgot to shave this morning. And his eyes

God, his eyes.

His brown eyes, sunken so deep down into their sockets from the lack of sleep that he looked like hadn't gotten any sleep for three years straight. And to be fair, that was probably as accurate as you could get. You continued to stare at him a little longer, wrapping yourself even harder in his hoodie he graciously gave to you after you kept complaining that you were cold. You watched him till Scott finally pulled him out of the box.

"Dude, that was dope!" Scott said, congratulating him with a highfive as he walked out, "Thanks for coming down so late."

"Anytime," David replied. You grabbed your phone from beside you, ready to leave, "What time is it, anyway?"

You turned your phone on to check, "One thirty-two, am. You promised to take me home earlier!" You whined, yawning in between words. David giggled. He grabbed his camera from the table beside you. He put his hand out for you. You grabbed it, and he pulled you into his arms.

"C'mon then, let's get you home."

You couldn't lie to yourself. Being this close to him made your heart beat faster then it ever did. He, however, seemed unfazed. It wasn't like it isn't uncommon for you two to be so close. You both started to head to the door to leave, but David turned around to look at Scott.

"You aren't going home? You can crash at my place if you want." he asked. Scott shook his head.

"Nah. I'm gonna stay here with Mike for a little longer to work on the song," he explained, "But thanks. See you two later." He gave you and David a small wave.

"Bye, Scott." You mumbled. You were too tired to say anything else.

"Have fun, you two." He winked before turning back to Mike, who was typing furiously away at his laptop. You looked up to David, who rolled his eyes but smirked. Finally, you both got out of the studio, and into his Tesla. He began driving for a couple minutes before turning a soft song on, turning it to the lowest volume possible. You were cuddled up onto the passenger seat, head laying in your knees, looking out the window. You heard the familiar beep of the Tesla going into autopilot. You opened your eyes, and saw the freeway through the window. Turning over slowly, you heard David swear under his breath.

"Fuck..," You turned completely to him, "Sorry for waking you up, Y/N, I thought you were dead asleep."

"No, it's fine," You told him. He looked sheepishly down into his lap. He fiddled with the rings on his fingers.

"Why'd you go into autopilot?" You asked.

"Well, I uh.." He stuttered, " I just looked over and saw you asleep, and I- Can I be straight up with you?"

You gave him a confused look as your eyes met his. It was dark in the car, but there were so many cars on the highway that you could still see the faint outline of him.

"Yeah, of course..." You said, readjusting your position in the seat to look at him.

"I..I really like you, Y/N." He confessed. Your heart stopped.

"I would hope so, you're my best friend."

"No, like.., like-like you," he said, just like a pre-schooler confessing his love to some girl in his class, "And I have for a while now. I know, I know, I'm not normally this straight forward it's that."

You took your chance and leaned into a kiss. He stopped for a second, before kissing back. You felt him smile.

Oh my, God. Your heart was fluttering and your breathing grew faster. But everything seemed to stop at that moment. You pulled back.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Dobrik." You laughed. He stared at you with wide eyes, full of admiration.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that." He muttered as he spun his way back to sit properly, switching off autopilot and putting his hand on the wheel. You curled back up into the seat, looking out the front window, with your leg hanging off the edge. You felt a warm pressure against your thigh. You looked down to meet David's hand resting against your leg.

He kept driving for a few more minutes before turning up at his house. You got out, rather confused that he didn't take you back to your apartment.

"I thought it'd be better if you stayed the night at mine." He said, wrapping an arm around you to keep you up. You were dead tired and practically about to fall asleep in his arms. He helped you through the hallway, and placed you delicately on the couch.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked, sitting next to you. You nodded, leaning back into the couch, "Do you wanna, like, go out sometime? We could go to a restraunt or something."

"Did you just ask me out?" You asked. He nodded, smiling, "Might as well just ask me to be your girlfriend now." You joked. He looked sincere.

"Will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Be my girlfriend? I mean, after the whole thing in the car and the fact that I've known you ever since I moved to L.A..."

You smiled, "Yes, David Dobrik, I will be your girlfriend."

He gave you a large smile. He sighed lovingly, and fell back into the couch.

"You up to be in my outro?" he asked. You nodded and he turned his camera on and faced you, "That's all for today, guys. Anything else to add, Y/N?"

You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. You watched his face in the viewfinder. His mouth dropped, but the outer corners lifted into a smile. You pulled back and smiled at the camera, waving. He laughed and turned the camera off.

"You're a fucking gem, Y/N," he complimented you, "Wanna watch a movie before bed?"

"Sure. But, can we watch Friends?"

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He lifted his arm to rest it on the couch top, inviting you into his lap. You took the chance, and curled up to him.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

#david dobrik #david fanfict #david dobrik fic #david's vlogs #scotty sire #jeff wittek #zane hijazi #heath hussar

[kookiesbadhabits]

Nice Guys [M]

He had a serious expression, but not the usual stoicism with tinges of bashfulness like you’re used to. His face seemed shrouded in a darker, carnal yearning. You cursed in the realization that seeing him like this, had you wet. You could feel it, instantly, the familiar heat growing between your legs. 

“Kookie?” you tried again, weakly attempting to pull your arms out of his grip. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation. You wince when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten in response to your outburst.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook commanded. 

“We’re the same age,” he continued. “How long did you think you could get away with babying me?”

summary: it’s always a pleasant surprise when the shy, and bashful boy you befriend on campus reveals himself to be a total dom behind closed doors.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: smut 🍑, some pre-smut fluff 🐰

warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!jungkook, choking/asphyxiation, masturbation, oral sex, hair-pulling, spanking, orgasm denial

a/n: 3000 words of fluff + 3000 words of sin = healthy diet

You glanced around the science lounge, scanning the groups of profoundly stressed individuals. Of course, with finals approaching, it’s understandable to see everyone so on edge. Finally, your eyes meet with the person you’ve been looking for: Jungkook. I mean, if you could even call it eye contact. It was barely a split-second until he looked away with that all too familiar shy yet neutral expression, and the slightest purse of his lips.

“Hey, you, ready to go?” you smiled with the usual playful tilt of your head, shoulders perked up and hands clasped together behind your back clutching your phone. In these moments, he could manage keeping the eye contact between you two, but he became notably distracted in an instant.

As he nodded obediently while slowly rising from his seat, grabbing his jacket up off it, his calm composure wavered as he stole a glance at the way your body moved. Your position emphasized your chest, a cheeky bounce noticeable enough to make him dart his eyes away nervously, as you rocked on your heels back and forth, waiting idly as he gathers up his laptop and notes.

You let your guard down often when it came to Jungkook. To you, he just came across as the most innocent little bean who wouldn’t dare make a move even if he really wanted to. As a bonus, whenever you turned on the offense, you enjoyed seeing the faint red flush of his face. It played as your favourite type of entertainment, which only urged you to tease him even more.

As you watch his hand gliding up his chest to zip up his sweater, you suddenly moved to cling onto his arm, taking him by surprise again, swaying his usual collected demeanor. You simple smiled cheekily up at him, relishing his perturbed expression. His eyes widened down at you in processing the sensation of the touch. He jerked away, flustered by the contact of your plump breasts pressing against him. You weren’t wearing a bra again.

*She’s wearing a big baggy sweater after all. *, he deduced, casually shielding his being affected raising his hand to rub at his neck as though he were sore, his eyes lightly closed as he stretched his neck. He kept his expression stagnant again as you two walked to the parking lot.

It was a Friday, and you two agreed that to keep your sanity intact from the stresses of the life-sucking, money-leeching world of post-secondary education, you would spend the Friday nights letting loose. Be it a food trip, a movie, or even simply a night in binge-watching The Office, no matter what the two of you did, the intent was to ease the blow of each other’s course load.

Since being the only person the other knows from high school, you and Jungkook grew closer in the past 3 months. Though you loved teasing him, he never wanted to stop spending time with you. He was always the cool and composed one, while you brought a lively spark of thrill in his daily life with your devious tendencies. You two were friends, at the very least, if you could call this dangerous borderline between romantic and platonic attraction a friendship.

The past few months have been a routine loop of suggestive skinship, eye contact for longer than necessary, taunting him with unfair advances that ranged from sitting on his lap in a study room to something as innocent as leaning on his head when you’d take transit together. In a way, you felt like you had him wrapped around your finger, the way he would do your bidding without hesitation, while letting you get away with your mischievous tendencies. There was something in him that made him crave it, your unpredictability. Though you had a quiet longing for a time when he’d reciprocate your advances, it was still just as amusing to an intimidatingly nonreactive Jungkook break face even for just a moment.

As you reached his car and dropped off the unnecessary baggage into his trunk, the two of you buckled up, and he began driving while you scrolled through your phone to choose music to play.

“You feeling a night out tonight?” you asked as you watched the evening lights of stores and streetlights sped past your gaze.

“Depends where you want to go,” he responded keeping eyes on the road and his voice cool enough to come across cold, as usual. He never intended to come across as indifferent, most people who newly met him in uni would be chased off by his icy remarks, but you knew he had a kind heart.

You turned your head to him, smiling faintly at his focused expression as he drove.

“You should say what you want from time to time, you know,” You poked him playfully on his thigh, noting the firmness in them, but pretending to not be impressed. He fidgeted slightly under your fingertips.

“I want … to go wherever you want to go,” he said, the ambiguous answer making you laugh. Of course, he never let you on just about anything that was churning through that head of his.

“Aah, you’re always like this. No fun,” you jokingly scolding, lightly gripping his thigh and shaking his leg. Your hand slipped a little higher up his thigh making him exclaim.

“I’m kind of driving over here, Y/N,” he cleared his throat, never peeling his eyes from the road.

You pouted before giving him a small smile and slid your hand back down slowly, before retracting your hand back to your lap. You got him to react a little again, and he looked so cute again.

You return to looking out the car window, “How about we just order pizza and have a Disney marathon or something?” You closed your eyes for a moment as you entered a tunnel, there was something calming about being enveloped by complete darkness. “We’ll relive all the emotions.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said as he smoothly, a small smile showing in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s do it at your place this time,” you added. “I don’t feel like sharing food with my roommate this time, in case she comes home early.”

“Y/N? At my house? Alone together?” Jungkook thought to himself, in all the times you’ve hung out, it was always either out or at your house, where things never got too intimate because of your roommate, who would always barge in to cut any building sexual tension at the worst possible times. In Jungkook’s case, saving him from confronting his desires. Jungkook argued with himself in silence, unsure of himself, recalling his own unpredictability. If you got too close, or overstepped a little more than usual, he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself. You already had your guard down at the lowest it could possibly be, and you were completely unaware of the new risky boundaries you were gambling with.

“She’ll be in my house, lying on my couch, nothing under that sweater, defenseless, unsuspecting, alone with me. Does she have no idea what she does to me? Who am I kidding, of course she does. Her cheeky grin that displays from her satisfaction is practically engraved in my long-term memory. She has no idea what’s she’s getting into. Could I resist her this time? Could I resist the next time she presses her chest against me, next time her lips draw close to whisper in my ear, next time she takes her deviant hand and reaches for my thighs? What if I finally make my advances, what would the look on her face be then? What face would she make when I finally lean in closer, and reach my hand to feel more of her? What more if I touched her myself, if my hand slid from her thigh to her-”

“Kook?” your soft voice put his mental ramble to a halt. “You good with that?” Jungkook felt he’d gotten a semi-hardon, but was thankful the tone of voice in your question wasn’t directing towards it. He pursed his lips, not daring to meet your eyes, gulping nothing but air, and clearing his throat. He mentally waved away his sinful thoughts and nodded.

“I’m good,” he replied to you with ease, never letting his voice waver to expose any of what his train of thought just lead up to. “Just trying to recall if I left my place in any state of dread.”

You let out a relaxed laugh, leaning your head against the car seat, your eyes batting close to slumber. “That’s good,” you yawn. “Wake me when we’re there.”

He lowered the music’s volume a little to help you fall asleep, you smiled again before finally submitting completely to your truly drained self. You allowed yourself to doze off for the rest of the drive, the array of blurry lights decorating the evening sky lulling you to sleep.

Jungkook stole a glance of your sleeping face, eyes trailing through the details of your vulnerable state in awe: the way your long lashes flitted while your eyes dreamed under your lids, the way the night’s glow reflected off the subtle gloss on your lips, and the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you droned off into a deeper sleep. He turned into his apartment complex’s parking lot, slowly easing into his designated parking space. You remained asleep, and you began to mumble.

“Not there,” your voice came out soft and dazed. Your sudden somniloquy took him by surprise, his brown eyes widening to that familiar doe-eyed look, narrowing down to your sleeping body.

“Jeon,” this time Jungkook could have sworn your voice came out in a moan, and felt his ears starting to burn. “Jung,” you mumbled again, shifting just slightly in your seat, your thighs rubbed together, and your brows furrowing for an instant. “Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s face flushed and his hand involuntarily raised up to reach for you. Your face? Your hand? He shook the urges away and instead, loudly opened his car door, knowing the bite of the cold night air would wake up you. You jolted awake from the brush of the night’s breeze on your cheeks. You sat up, looking around, in that post-slumber amnesia-like state, recalling where you are. Jungkook was no longer in the driver’s seat and you looked out the window and notably flinched in your seat to see him standing outside your side of the door, looking around for people as he blew into his palms for warmth. He looked back to you with his hand reaching for your door handle and opened it to be greeted with your flushed face, a mix of drowsiness and whatever emotions your dreams might have enticed you with. He wanted to kiss you right there, because really? Moaning his name in your sleep? You practically attacked him without even being conscious for any of it.

“L-let’s go inside,” Jungkook’s deep stern voice broke the crisp silence of the snowy night, his breath coming out in small puffs of white.

You only had your dream replaying in your mind as you looked up at him before scrambling up and out of your seat. Your dream was so vivid, you almost believed it had really taken place.

In the car during your drive, you dreamt that Jungkook himself had finally made an advance. His hand raised to the hem of your sweater, slipping his hand underneath, letting his hand graze your skin as he slid it to the between your thighs, nothing but your black leggings and black undies as his barrier from your core. Without hesitation, without an ounce of resolve, his rough and large hand palmed your heat before slowly rubbing in painfully slow circles.

You squirmed under his touch, but refused to stop him, this is something you’d always yearned for. You looked up at his face, he still had his eyes on the road, with the same serious, focused expression, completely contrasting the acts his hand was committing to. You let your lips part, a light pant escaping you, as his hand rubbed you faster, with a more fervent pace. Your panting synced with the rhythm, and a moan escapes your lips, syncing with the increasing pressure he applied on your clit. Your hands gripped on the car seat as he persisted. Any further and you were going to–

“Y/N? Come on, it’s freezing out here,” Jungkook’s calm voice snapped you out of your daze. You immediately realized you were standing out in the chilly night air, with Jungkook holding the door open for you. You hurriedly walked in, praying he thought the tint of red on your cheeks were from nothing more than the cold breeze.

In no time at all, the two of you were comfortably splayed out on the couch, eyes glued to the screen as you scrolled through Netflix to get a marathon going. With the remote at your command, Jungkook was on his phone ordering the pizza.

You chose what looked like a minimally cheesy rom-com because you didn’t want to cry. In starting the movie up, you settle into your spot on the couch. Jungkook had laid out a bunch of blankets and pillows, both on the couch and on his carpet. You glanced at him and couldn’t help but notice that his body was awfully stiff and seated noticeably far away from you. Perplexed, you scooched yourself over to him and his eyes shifted from his phone to you.

With a blanket wrapped around you, you leaned on his shoulder peeking at his phone. He was texting someone, and you saw some key words in his messages that struck you into more intrigue. Before you could finish the split second of your wandering eyes, he had locked his phone and cleared his throat.

“Y/N, you’re close,” he said. He kept his eyes glued to the TV.

“alone at my place”, it had said. It piqued your interest for a moment, but he quickly clicked his screen off. You pouted at his evasiveness.

“Kookie, you’re far,” you mocked and childishly cuddled even closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder. He was clearly flustered, and purposely lowered his shoulder until your head could no longer reach him.

Refusing to admit defeat, you lowered your head cheekily, allowing your body to slump down on the couch, until your head landed on his lap. You grinned up at him, feeling accomplished as he glared down at you, his cheeks clearly turning red.

“(Y/N) what are you up to now?” he mumbled, weakly attempting to sound unfazed.

“Nothing,” you replied in a sing-song tone, reaching a hand up to lightly boop his nose. A smile tickled the corners of Jungkook’s lips, he was clearly amused, and may have finally been loosening up.

He looked down at you, keeping eye contact for longer than usual. Your head casually tilts, keeping up the oblivious puppy act, and blink twice at him. His gaze followed the flutter of your lashes.

Suddenly, the intimate silence is broken by an intimate moan. However, the sound came from neither one of you, so with both eyes widened and faces flushed, you directed your eyes to the TV.

The rom-com was proving to be a lot more sexual than you had bargained. The main pairing had been making out aggressively in the middle of a crowded festival, surrounded by oblivious bystanders, cheering and dancing. The man couldn’t keep his hands off her, and they looked desperate to close the lasting distance of their clothing from each other.

In a swift motion, the man picked the girl up, bridal style, catching the crowd’s attention, their hype instigating warm cheers of encouragement, as the pair went to a quieter place.

Your face was tinted pink, and you glanced over at Jungkook’s reaction. He practically forgot he was even nervous about your head on his lap. You watched as his Adam’s apple rose and fell in a slow gulp. Was he thinking what you were thinking?

“It’s getting kinda hot,” you burst up off the couch, catching him off guard.

Before he could say anything, you were making your way down his hall to find his bedroom. You heard him stand up off the couch, a confused and frantic expression plastered on his face. You quickly scurried to the room with the bed before he caught up with you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His deep voice bellowed from down the hall.

Too late, you were in his room and spotted the door to his closet and quickly hurried in and locking the door behind you. It smelled so strongly of him.

Quickly and giggly, you lifted your shirt off, and started stripping.

*BANG* you jump at the sudden pound at the door, “What the heck are you doing in my closet?!”

You laugh and finish wiggling out of your leggings, and grab one of his big white tees, “Getting comfortable!”

He persisted to knock at the door, and attempt to turn the doorknob, while you slipped on his shirt, and were pleased by the soft cotton contacting your skin, his smell enveloping you. You just were starting to sweat, and impulsively wanted to get rid of your pants and bra.

Just as the hem of the shirt fell past your thighs, the door burst open, and Jungkook bolted in halfway through before freezing, his eyes fixated on you, in your new, more casual attire.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, before clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

“Kinda hot?” He raised a brow, referring to your remark before bolting to his bedroom.

“What did you think I meant, Kookie?” you hummed, skipping closer to him and petting his head like you would a kid.

“I refuse to wear pants any longer!” you declared as you marched past him still dumbfounded in the middle of the doorway. You took a step towards him, and your supple breasts bounced under the white tee, your nipples clearly protruding through the thin fabric. Without another word, Jungkook slammed the door back shut and stomped back to the living room.

“God, you honestly drive me crazy,” Jungkook panted, brushing his fingers through his hair, shaking himself out of a bit of a daze. The temptations and opportunities you laid out on him before, none of them compared to this.

You walked cheekily back to the living room, hands behind your back, and a smile on your face as you thought of more games to play on your little toy Kookie.

Clearly, he didn’t hear you come in, so you stood behind him over the couch, him sitting forward, his broad back good for pouncing on.

In a swift motion, you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, your breasts pressed against his back, “Are they still fucking?” you asked coyly, pretending to have no ulterior motives behind your actions. Reflexively, Jungkook grabs onto your wrists, jumping in place.

You bring your lips closest to his ear, just barely making contact, your lip accidentally nudging one of his piercings with the slight shakiness in your position.

You whispered in that same taunting tone you’ve been testing him with all night, “What are you going to do about it, Jeon?” You smiled deviantly at his expression, at the way his jaw clenched from gulping down air, and the way he darted his head away from you.

‘Thinking about running away again, little rabbit?’ you thought to yourself, feeling like you had backed your prey into a corner once again, seeing his flushed face painted with sexual frustration was starting to get you wet.

Suddenly, Jungkook turns his head back to you, and with a swift motion, grabbed both your wrists and pulled you onto the couch before pushing you roughly to fall back against the couch. Using one hand in a powerful grip, he held your arms over your head.

Taken completely by surprise, a different knot begins to coil in your stomach as you stare up at him with wide eyes and lips parted releasing light pants. His countenance had warped completely from his usual persona, there was no hesitation, no embarrassment, no bashfulness. Only pure unadulterated desire, and his determination to fulfill them.

You remained tense as he lay forward to press his body against yours, feeling a growing bulge press in between your thighs, until his lips are just as close to your ear as you did with him.

“This is what you wanted all along, right Y/N?” His voice grew low and husky, giving you unfamiliar shivers down your spine.

“Hey, come on JK, you’re scaring me,” you squirm underneath him, only to get a more definitive feel of his body pressed against you.  

Jungkook refused to let up on his weight over you. You remained still, cautious of his next move. Your eyes frantically surveyed the situation. You were wearing nothing but his shirt, which already smelled so strongly of him. With him over you, his scent had you completely submerged in his sweet pheromones.

Daring to, your eyes travel from his chest, to his neck where veins seem to be ready to burst, his lips that were parted just the slightest releasing light exhales, and finally to his eyes. His eyes remained glued to yours, piercingly.

He had a serious expression, but not the usual stoicism with tinges of bashfulness like you’re used to. His face seemed shrouded in a darker, carnal yearning. You cursed in the realization that seeing him like this, had you wet. You could feel it, instantly, the familiar heat growing between your legs.

“Kookie?” you tried again, weakly attempting to pull your arms out of his grip. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation. You wince when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten in response to your outburst.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook commanded.

“We’re the same age,” he continued. “How long did you think you could get away with babying me?”

You blushed at his serious, deep voice. The way it rumbled against your eardrums sent riveting goosebumps along your skin. Despite being unsure with how you felt about being cornered for once, you couldn’t turn your eyes away from his.

“What’s gotten into you, JK?” you reasoned, your voice failing to sound composed.

“This is the dynamic of our friendship. I’m the teasing noona-type, and you’re the cool-to-flustered, Kook-”

Jungkook plants his lips on yours, cutting you off mid-sentence. The softness tasted faintly of cherry, and slowly moved to encourage your lips to move with him. In being caught off guard, you had let your guard down, giving him instantaneous access to your tongue. With not a moment to process, your body moved on its own.

Your tongue greeted his excitedly, folding and intertwining together, stimulating each other’s taste buds. On your lips, he tasted strawberry, almost like a liqueur. He deepened the kiss, before taking your bottom lip between his teeth to lightly tug, a pained impatience urging you to follow his pull, and suddenly letting go of your lips. He was amused by the way your lips followed, desperate to lock with his again, but he purposely kept his lips out of your reach, relishing the look of complete vulnerability in your face. He was enjoying being the one on the offense for once.

“You want something?” he spoke, his bottom lip glistening from the kiss. You remain speechless, looking up at him with lidded eyes and a fogged conscience.

His motionlessness that persisted for longer than a second earned a stubborn nod from you, impatient for another kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded in the same hushed, deep voice. At this point, you could feel the marks of his grip familiarizing themselves on your wrists.

“A kiss,” you finally mewl. He bites his lip, enticed by your docile nature.

Jungkook gives you a small smile and leans into you, your heart pumping louder in your ears in anticipation. He brings his lips to you, slowly, eyes scrutinizing every tell in your expression, until his mouth was just barely making contact with your yearning lips.

A small whine escapes your parted lips when he sways past your lips, only to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead. You feel a twitch against your thigh, the tent growing in Jungkook’s jeans hungry for some relief. His heart raced from the sight of you, but composed himself. He was determined to toy with you for longer.

“Not there,” you whined.

Jungkook grunted at your response, suddenly moving to get his weight off you, a hand still gripped around your wrists bringing them down until they rested on your lower stomach. Your eyes widened at the possible outcome in his sudden shift of position.

You merely watched as he placed chaste kisses on your neck, soft and slow, to your collar bone. He was moving lower and lower, grazing a free hand on your exposed thigh, creating goosebumps along the skin he brushed over.

A gasp escapes your throat when Jungkook, without hesitation, pushes your white tee up to expose your chest. You bite your lip, enjoying the sight before you. He kept glancing up to see your subtle reactions, exposing how affected you were by his small actions. He stared at the way your nipples stood, practically begging to be tasted.

He plants the same chaste kiss on your nipple, a devious tongue can’t help but slip out and lightly glide against it, eliciting another wincing moan from you. He smirks at the way your hips instinctively jut out towards him. The sudden feeling of his tongue on your breast causing your sensitive area to now drip in more lewd juices.

“Not there,” you repeat, still unable to form sentences any longer.

Jungkook only smiled to himself, looking back up at you again, with his hair brushed off his forehead. He paused before moving his lips lower again, planting a kiss above your belly button, causing you to squirm. You felt your pussy releasing a lewd nectar with every time his precious lips made contact with your warm skin. You shuddered at the thought of the moment when he’d find out just how much of an impact he made on you.

He trails his kisses down your stomach, small moans can’t help but roll off your tongue. He must have noticed that you had completely submitted yourself to the pleasure, because he had subtly released your wrists to reveal the red-tinged marks kissed upon them. He gripped either of your thighs, you realized he had positioned his head comfortably between your legs. You salivated at the sight, the way his hungry eyes looked up at you, fully aware of what he was about to do to you.

Jungkook turned his gaze to the plump triangle of the white satin fabric before him, a mere inch from his lips. His eyes inspected closely, salivating from the way the fabric clung to your heat due to the juices that persisted to drip out of your pussy. He could clearly see every fold, traced by the fabric, the view brought him to subconsciously lick his lips before biting down roughly on his bottom lip.

A minute rush of embarrassment rushed to the pit of your stomach, and your legs gestured to close, but he stopped you. He simply held them strongly in place, and pushed them even wider apart, bringing the embarrassing view even closer to him. Your pussy twitched from his effort in keeping your legs apart, his eyes burning into the cloaked heat. His eyes glinted with lust to see the material become just a slightest shade darker, becoming coated in more of your lewd juices.

Unable to hold back any longer, he kissed your inner thighs frantically, moving dangerously close to the covered sweetest space. Your small moans grew more fervent with his pace, and finally a louder moan bursts out of you when he hurriedly moves the fabric aside to ravenously attack the glossy folds that beckoned for his tongue.

Your fingers shakily reach out to his tousled hair, running your fingers through the soft brown locks as his tongue flattened against you, lapping at your pussy like some wolf in heat. You came undone under his tongue, body squirming uncontrollably, your legs threatening to close around him, but his strong grips on thighs would not allow it.

“Oh god, there,” you moaned, letting your head lean backwards against the couch, lids shut tightly with brows furrowed from the ecstasy. Your hips rolled against his tongue, and in reaction his hands slid up your thighs to your ass, where he sinks his fingers against the velvety smooth skin.

He kissed your pussy hungrily, unashamedly letting his mouth become coated in your nectar, burying his face between your legs. Your moans become staggered as your breath begins to catch in your throat. A familiar knot above your pelvis was painfully close to unraveling.

You suck in a small breath of air when you feel his tongue on your clit, rolling figure-eights along the swollen bundle of nerves. Your fingers ball into quaking fists in Jungkook’s hair, only further pushing him to quicken his pace. He knew you were close, and braced himself for his next calculated move.

Your furrowed brows and reddened cheeks said it all, and your body moved against his tongue, losing all restraint. He could hear the volume in your moans elevating, like some sex-driven uproar. His tongue persisted the quick pace, flat up and down against your soaking heat.

“Jungkook!” your moan of his name catches in your throat a split-second before you knew your mind would go completely blank.

And with that.

Jungkook’s tongue stopped moving completely. He refused to let you finish.

A rush of tormenting pleasure floods through you, rooted from your core. You felt as if your body clung at the edge of a cliff, unable to let go, restrained from the most satisfying relief. Tears welled in your eyes from the painful indulgence in being denied the ultimate gratification.

Your body shook underneath his grip, legs specifically wanting to thrash uncontrollably, and body begging to be touched.

“You fucking jerk,” you mewl in a most fragile tone, fists shakily relaxing against his hair. Deep down, you enjoyed every second of electrifying torture from the denial of your orgasm. A tinge of shame urged you to deny enjoying it at all.

“Aw poor baby,” Jungkook mocked you playfully before sitting up to position his hips against your pussy.

Your lust-driven state of mind snaps your attention back to him, greedy for his next move. You ogle over the sight of him pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the faint glisten of sweat on his muscles. Your ears ring from the sound of his zipper becoming undone, and your eyes immediately gaze from his face, panning slowly to see him slowly stroking his throbbing member. Your hands subconsciously reached weakly for him.

His flushed face, panting as he beheld the sight of your orgasm-deprived body before him, turned you on even more, if that was even possible.

He smirks at the way your hypnotized expression, moving forward until his face is in front of yours once again, an arm supporting himself above you. His other hand continued to slowly stroke his erection.

“I wonder if I can make it up to you,” he teased as his lips moved closer to yours like before, only to back away far enough to keep himself out of your reach.

You pouted and slung your arms over his neck to try and pull him towards you. Your strength was no match for his adamant form, and he only smiled cunningly at your troubled face.

You part your lips to possibly fight back, but a moan replaces whatever useless words might have been spoken. Jungkook had moved his hips ever so slightly forward so that his tip could slide against your dripping wet pussy. He continued to stroke, every stroke gliding his tip along your busy and pressing down slightly on your clit. He bites his lips at the way your pleasure-pained expression unfolded in front of him.

“Fuck,” you groaned as your hips grind against his tip, covered in both his pre-cum and your lubricious juices.

“Yes, you can.” your voice mewls in pure elation, your arms linger over his neck constantly trying to pull him to you, to no avail.

His hot breath hits your ear when he brings his lips to your ear, “Tell me how.”

Your eyes roll shut from the vibrations his deep voice sends through your ears. Your legs attempt to wrap themselves around Jungkook’s waist, pathetically too weak to even make him budge.

“Fuck me,” you admit.

“Fuck me until I come, please Jungkook,” you beg. You had moved your lips directly to his ear, and his cock throbs at the sound of your pleading.

“Please, Jungkook, I can’t wait anymore,” you continued to plead as your hips grind in want.

“Good girl,” Jungkook said pleased, before thrusting forward to ram his entire length inside of you. Your arms immediately wrap over his shoulders, fingers pining for somewhere to grab hold of.

His moans are instantly synchronized with yours as he pumps in and out of you with ease, the wet sloshing of your pussy shamelessly echoing through the room and through your ears. The sting in the way his hips would hit against yours only making the intensity of your moans increasingly insatiate.

The sensation of a knot begging to unravel in your core returned easily as he pounded in and out of you mercilessly. Your nails dug red into the muscles in his back, and mouth hung agape from the constant moans and panting, in attempt to keep oxygen flowing through your lungs.

You felt yourself tighten against him, his thrusts hindered for only a moment.

“If you tighten so much I can barely pull out,” Jungkook growled before reaching his hand to clasp around your neck.

Your eyes flutter up and shut from the way his grip began to take away your control in your breaths. You felt it. It was coming. As he choked you, you were about to come completely undone at his grasp.

Within a few powerful thrusts, Jungkook groaned and grinded his hips slowly in and out of you, relishing the sensation of your juices coating his cock as your pussy convulsed around him. Allowing you to ride out your orgasm, he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck, the lack of oxygen adding to the intensity of your climax. You shudder underneath him, nails dragging across his back.

In feeling the convulsions begin to stagger, he slowly loosens his grip around your throat, immediately letting out a loud moan after taking in a deep breath of air. Your back arched as your orgasm continued, pressing your breasts against his sweaty chest, he quickly moves to cup his lips around your nipple to add to the stimulation. You curse at the added pleasure, adding splashes of colour in your completely fogged out mind.

As you continued to jerk your body against him, Jungkook slips a hand between your bodies, to place two fingers against your clitoris, vigorously rubbing as you tensed completely against him. Your body thrashed in protest from the over-stimulation, as your legs extended, toes pointed as an orgasm instantly followed another. You cursed uncontrollably as your body entered a state of euphoria. He kept a steady pace in and out of your ravaged pussy.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” you managed to form real words somehow as you rode your fifth orgasm against him.

“Stop, please!” you pleaded as he continued to pierce through you with his hot enlarged member.

“You’re. going to. fucking. break me.” you moaned in between each thrust as your felt your mind unwinding to levels above cloud nine.

“I can’t stop,” He growled.

“You haven’t stopped tightening against me,” he moaned. “I’m about to fucking cum.”

His voice echoed through your head like the world’s sweetest fucking symphony. Your legs, though with very little strength remaining in them, wrapped around Jungkook once again.

“Fuck yes, please fill me up Jungkook,” you moaned with a raspy voice, slowly losing your voice from all the screaming and panting. Your head hadn’t wrapped around the fact that you were about to come harder than you had all night.

Hearing you beg for his cum inside you, and hearing his name moaned out once more by your sweet voice pushed him to the edge, and so he gripped your plump ass to pump in and out of your swollen pussy at an ungodly pace. You screamed his name, syllable by syllable, until you felt the first rush of his cum bursting into you. You came again instantly, your breathe hitching in your throat once again as you threw your head back, arching your back from the couch once again.

The volume of Jungkook’s moans gradually increased as he came, coming at as whines as he finished his release deep inside your insatiable pussy. Your ears had been filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and suddenly, the room was filled with a peaceful silence. He carefully pulled out of you with a lasting groan.

A silence with only the sound of each other’s heavy breaths. Jungkook released his grip on your ass, his hand prints leaving red marks on the soft skin, and leans to hold you.

Unable to help himself, he leans in to lock lips with you, folding his lips with yours clumsily. When he backs away from the kiss, still panting, he looks back into your eyes longingly. His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, brushing his thumb across it.

“Remember this for next time,” he said calmly.

“Next time?” you spoke with your eyes still closed.

“Next time you want to treat me like a toy,” he said, a dangerously dominating tone remaining in his response.

Almost too drained to banter with him, you smile lightly and open your eyes slowly to meet his gaze.

“Only makes me want to tease you even more,” you managed to joke, though your mind floated.

“Kookie,” you teased.

As if at the snap of a cord, Jungkook pulls you into another kiss you and snakes his hand back down between your legs.

Incredibly sensitive, your body reflexively moves away from his touch.

“Call me that one more time,” he smiled as his hand chased your heat as you tried to jerk away from him. “I dare you.”

A/N:  Wow, I wrote that sex scene in literally 3 hours. I love when I get the urge to write when I have a shit ton of responsibilities for uni that I should be tending to. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Upvote if ya got horny? Kidding, but yeah leave a comment about your favourites, I like feedback because I’d like to know what effectively triggers the thirst yenno? Anyway, I need to go drown in some holy water now, bye~

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #bts jungkook #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook reaction #rj is bangtan scum

[justin-chapmanswers]

I'm helping my (internet) friends make an object show, and I'm unfortunately not that confident about it, as we're all under 18 and don't have the money to really afford good quality mics or animation software. I'm wondering if you have any tips for people on a budget trying to make an object show for the first time?

Working under a tight budget is tough, that’s undeniable. I think the important thing to keep in mind is that having expensive utilities available does not guarantee success in the first place, it simply makes the process easier. Having the best equipment and software in the world isn’t going to do all that much for people who aren’t familiar with the basics in the first place. If you are incredibly passionate about this work, I would consider investing your money into equipment over time, but for the time-being take your time in that department and really focus in on proving that, as artists, you can make do with what you have.

I am far more interested in consuming media that is bare-bones in its visual and audio presentation but has masterful storytelling than the reverse, and I think much more of your potential audience will agree than the average person assumes. Know your story. Know your characters. Whether or not you will have full control over when your characters come and go (per your decision), it is imperative that you treat each and every installment as its own distinct collection of story and character arcs. If you set up your show in a manner in which you can play every detail out ahead of time, even better! Within an episode, an arc of episodes, or a full season/series you are able to construct interesting narratives in which characters are given obstacles: physical, emotional or otherwise. Especially in an object show you are given a set of obstacles, be it through challenges or the emotional burden of competition. On a budget or not, this is the heart of your show. No matter how the technical presentation comes across you can garner and audience through excellent storytelling. Anyone can do it with practice. ESPECIALLY you!

As for the technical department, itself, let’s talk audio. Back in early 2009 I picked up a ‘lil $10 Logitech microphone at Target and got started on my first voice performance (as Lakitu found here) and I wouldn’t say it’s all that bad. A little bad. Tiny bit. But it worked! Plug in a cheap mic, download Audacity for free, and you’re already well on your way. Audacity isn’t top-of-the-line, but as far as free programs go it works really well, and is probably your lowest priority for upgrading beyond if you choose to bump up your equipment/software. The focus here comes down to putting in a strong, meaningful performance as your character, working around your mic limitations through setup and Audacity editing, and being open to re-recording. It happens!

I’m going to skip over talking vocal performances for the time being (I can always return to that upon request) and stick the practical here. With any microphone set up you’re going to want to do as much as you can to keep your accosting integrity in good standing. What I mean by that, firstly, is recording in a location that absorbs noise. Typically being in echo-y locations, we’re trained to ignore our own voices reverberating (unless it is to an intense extent), so sometimes noticing whether a voice echoes in a recording takes a lot of focus. It’s often not as intense as an echo you’d hear in, say, a cave, just ever so slight to break the illusion of a character being right there on screen and not someone speaking through a microphone. This is solved low-budget quite simply in recording in tight spaces with as much sound-absorbing material as possible. The best option would be hanging up clothes, blankets, or simply recording in a closet- so long as it’s safe. (The higher-budget alternative is buying acoustic foam or utilizing, specifically, a sound booth.) Watch your recording program, find your balance of recording as loudly and clearly as you can while also not getting too close to your audio peaking (the little soundy wave bois not hitting the top/bottom of your recording strip pal). The audio can be made louder or softer later, but peaking is much tougher to fix back up.

It also helps to have any sort of make-shift pop filter you can get together. They’re foam or a screen that you can typically buy cheap that will catch some of the plosives and other weird noises your mouth makes without you noticing before they hit the microphone, which is very helpful in the longterm. And, if you don’t feel like buying them, I know Adam used a sock for a while early on and it worked just fine. Just throw that boi right over the microphone and listen back to how the quality changes. If it’s roughly the same, you’re in the clear for your early, low-budget project.

There’s also plenty that can be done in Audacity to set your audio apart from the rest. I’d say top priority is dealing with background noise. I’m not speaking to parents chatting or the house’s floorboards mysteriously creaking in the background (because that should not be heard whatsoever in your area of recording, listen back to a dialogue-less track of your audio to make sure none of that is coming through), here I am talking to the consistent track of buzzzzz or variation that will come across in any cheaper microphone. The world makes noise, some you can’t hear, and your microphone eats it up. It’ll be in the back of your recording track, and getting rid of it goes a long way. Here the simplest means of going about fixing that is to, at the very start or end of your recording session, record a solid fifteen seconds of background noise without aaaaany noises on your part. Listen back, grab just the few seconds of bg noise that has the most consistent sound without your breathing or other interference, go to effects and hit “noise reduction” (or “noise removal” in other versions), hit “get noise profile,” now highlight eeeeeverything you’ve recorded, go back to “noise removal,” start by setting your noise reduction to around 10-15, and hit “okay.” Listen back and see if that did the job, you may need to make the number a bit higher (I try my best to avoid the 20s). The job here is to use as little of it as possible to get the job done, as the more you use the more of a chance it has at diminishing the quality of your recording. You can also use “equalization” in this process, lowering or boosting very specific frequencies, if you are willing to experiment and get a feel for it. Some others use “compression” to get a much fuller-sounding voice, although if anything I keep this to a minimum and save it more-so for non-narrative pieces where a single voice needs to be dominant.

In the case of audio peaking, clipping, or any plosives/pops/background sounds coming through, you have to be comfortable with re-recording. Going back into your recording spot for a minute goes a long way for a product that you’ll be putting up alone for a forever. This also goes for potentially going in for a strong performance, but that is more subjective and up to a standard you must set, yourself. After that it is your job to bring all the audio from all characters together and balance all of them out neatly volume-wise, pace the recordings out, add in sound effects and music as necessary and balance them out too (a common mistake is making music too loud for the audience to understand what the characters are saying because the sound editor already knows what the characters are saying, so there’s a disconnect). With enough time you will have an excellent audio skeleton for your animation, even with a low budget.

I’ll be honest in that I am much less experienced in animation than I am in audio so I cannot offer all the advice in the world, but here’s what I can say. With the technology available today you are able to create a lot of striking imagery. Whether you use a cheap animation program (do people still use Anime Studio?), Powerpoint, or a more typical program acquired through illegal means (which I would not say here that I condone, but I am aware it happens and people do what people do), there is no stopping you from coming up with unique visuals. I think in the object show community people get pretty caught up in keeping up standard animation conventions, simply making smooth motions and a good frame-rate and making sure everything looks “professional.” That is a luxury, and especially when you are starting out it is far from necessary.

What you want when you are starting out are visuals that are striking. Creative. Memorable. You’re working in animation, the most fluid and fun medium out there! You can spend all day getting bogged down in the basics of movement, which can be important down the line, but what is unique to you is the style that you bring to the table. Make characters do what only animated characters can do. Make characters pose in ways that people can think back on in wonder. As an object show, think of challenges that make characters do the absurd or push them to physical limits. Inanimate Insanity does not get to hit on this often but it is something I value in animation. You can impress people with or without the best animation program in town, it’s just more trying. But far more rewarding.

So much of the magic of object show community is that it works as a training grounds. Create create create! This is the time to do the weird and meaningful things that you might not have an opportunity to create far down the line when responsibilities get in the way. It doesn’t matter in the slightest if your work is perfect, so long as you are creating something and getting it out there and, above all, expressing yourself- I am impressed.

I know that most of this has been more to general show production and not more specifically to object show production, but I think it is important to note that it does work the same as any other show. People will always appreciate good, strong stories, as well as the bare minimum put into your audio and visuals. Effort means the world.

You got this.

#inanimate insanity #jay rambles #jay tutorial

[mapleleafstrash]

New Years - Frederik Andersen (SMUT)

A/N: Hey guys! So I didn’t really do much last night and I’ve been having major Freddie Andersen feels lately so I decided to write a one-shot. This is my fist time posting like “descriptive/graphic” smut, so I hope you enjoy it! I tried my best and hopefully it makes sense / sounds good! Let me know if you think I should write like this more!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Frederik Andersen

Words: 3,145

Warnings: Language, Mention of Alcohol, Sexual Content

Flicking off the television, you sighed in slight aggravation, your disappointment swirling within you.

“Ah well, they tried,”

Flicking your eyes towards Sydney, you grimaced inwardly when the sounds of agreement echoed from the other Leafs girlfriends littered around the room. Rather than agree, you just shifted in your seat and crossed your arms.

“Cold Y/N?” Alannah, Zach’s girlfriend, asked you from her spot next to you.

You shook your head, but sighed, “Freddie’s going to be so upset,”

“He played well though, most of those goals weren’t even his fault,” Alannah tried, but you brushed her off.

Frederik Andersen was never happy. Well, with his play at least. He always had something to critique about his game, regardless of the outcome. You knew after tonight’s game he’d be livid. You’d tried to be supportive towards your boyfriend countless times, but he’d always just brush your sentiments away, often saying you were biased in your opinion. Those comments would hurt sometimes, but you knew it was best just to leave Freddie alone, especially after loses like this one. His teammates were also slowly learning to follow your lead and needless to say, it was going be a long, silent plane ride home for the Leafs.

Staring out the large bay window, small white snowflakes began to make their way down from the dark, cloud covered sky. You could see the New Years festivities the city of Toronto was putting on due to the loud crowds in the streets below. It made your heart whimper slightly, as you had hoped to one day be able to participate in those activities with Freddie as well. It was weird not being able to ring in the New Year with him.

You were pulled from your thoughts once you began to hear the girls all around you chatting happily to one another. But rather than join in, you couldn’t shake your feelings of concern for your boyfriend. You knew Freddie took losses like this very seriously, and you couldn’t help but think he’d been beyond angry.

The blonde sat next to you however, knew exactly what you were thinking. Alannah had been one of the few Lady Leafs you’d learned to confide in. You both often vented your grievances about being in a relationship with a professional athlete to one another, and had become quite close over the last year.

“Maybe text him Y/N?”

Pursing your lips, you then nodded, realizing you’d feel better if you at least tried to communicate with your boyfriend. Pulling out your phone, you sent Freddie a simple text, one that he’d hopefully see before they boarded.

Stay positive Freddie, I love you.

Your phone quickly buzzed afterwards, as Freddie was obviously looking through his phone.

I love you too, see you soon princess.

Your lips curved upwards slightly from his message. Alannah sent you a knowing look before she elbowed you playfully.

“Well, who wants some champagne?!"’

Looking up, you and Alannah both laughed once Sydney enthusiastically popped open the first of many champagne bottles for the night, causing everyone in the room to cheer.

A few hours later, and after you’d watched the ball drop in New York and had celebrated the beginning of the New Year, you made sure to say your goodbyes to everyone before you made your way back to Freddie’s apartment, as you’d both previously agreed you’d be staying the night to spend New Year’s Day together.

Making sure to leave the front foyer’s lights on for Freddie’s incoming arrival once you walked in, you took your boots off and hung your coat before you padded your way down to his bedroom.

Pulling out a nightie you’d kept stashed away in Freddie’s dresser’s top drawer, you quickly got changed before heading into his large bathroom. Washing off the nights makeup and making sure to brush your teeth for twice as long as normal, you finally tied your long hair back up into a messy bun before you headed back into the large master bedroom

.Slipping underneath the warm duvet, you snuggled into the large king size mattress. You turned on Freddie’s mounted flat screen television that faced you from across the room and turned it to the local twenty-four hour news channel. After turning the volume down to its lowest possible setting before it was muted, you kept your eye on the constantly moving clock in the top right corner of the screen before you slowly began to fall asleep.

In what felt like your dream, you swore to yourself that you could hear Freddie walking around the apartment. The sound of the front door slamming shut, the noise of him padding down the hardwood floor, and you even thought you felt him enter the bedroom, with the feeling of his lips leaving a lasting sensation on your forehead.

The sound of the shower suddenly running from the next room over then finally snapped your eyes open. Looking up, you realized it was now quarter past three. Since the guys had left Vegas close to nine, it made sense that Freddie would be home now.

Noticing Freddie’s duffle bag now on his dresser, and his suit jacket hanging off the far chair, your vision followed the strewn away clothing of his white dress shirt and dark dress pants on the hardwood floor leading towards the closed bathroom door.

Pursing your lips in thought, the idea of joining the Danish goaltender suddenly popped into your head. You honestly felt like you needed a quick rinse, as you could smell the lingering scent of alcohol on you, and you felt that the warm spray could heat up your cold bones. You also figured joining Freddie would lighten his spirit. After all, it had been over a week since you last saw one another.

Deciding to go through with your quickly hatched plan, you stumbled out of bed and made you way towards the steamy bathroom. Quietly opening the door, you immediately spotted your broad boyfriend, his back turned to you while the water sprayed his nude form. His pale skin contrasted brightly from the dark charcoal marble that decorated the elaborate glass-enclosed shower.

Closing the door silently, you leaned up against the wooden door while you watched Freddie scrub his hair, his back muscles contorting with every move. The steam had enveloped the room, leaving a misty haze and a warm presence. Biting your lip, your body suddenly ached with need. You had missed Freddie, in more ways than one, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

While keeping a close eye on your boyfriend, you carefully made your way towards the shower, while allowing your thin nightie to slip away from your figure. Taking a quick breath, you slowly opened the glass door, the heat hitting you immediately. Hearing the door open, Freddie turned slightly, his eyebrow raised, until his lips curved upwards upon seeing you.

"Hi,” you mumbled, as you wrapped your arms around his middle, and you pressed your body up against your boyfriends back.

Freddie immediately melted into you, as he turned around fully to engulf you in his arms. You smiled as you felt him press his lips against the top of your head.

“Did I wake you?” He then asked, a hint of concern evident in his voice.

You shook your head, “I just missed you,”

He hummed in response. Looking up into his brown eyes, you quickly popped up onto your tippy toes before you latched your lips onto his.

Pulling away gently, Freddie moved a side to let you enjoy some of the warm spray, effectively wetting your hair and warming your body up

.“Wash me?” You then suddenly asked, as you held up the bottle of your shampoo. Freddie smiled lazily, before he took the bottle from you and coaxed you into turning around for him.

He’d never fully admit it, but your boyfriend truly enjoyed washing your hair and cleaning you up. He enjoyed the feeling of taking care of you and also would never complain about having you naked and getting to scrub you down with his own hands.

Feeling Freddie begin to gently massage your scalp put you at ease. You knew he was probably still sour from his recent loss, but you hoped this was at least soothing him. Turning around and staring at Freddie while the shower spray washed away the remnants of your shampoo, you decided to ask him about his flight.

“How was the plane ride home?”

He shrugged before reaching out to help scrub out the fizzy bubbles from your damp hair. “Most of the guys just slept or kept to themselves,”

“Did you?” You then asked. Freddie nodded, “just listened to music, couldn’t sleep,”

Turning you back around, Freddie then applied your conditioner, and took his time while he combed his fingers through your hair, making sure not to leave any knots behind. You jumped slightly when Freddie peppered a few kisses onto your shoulder blade, causing your much taller boyfriend to smirk to himself.

"I just kept thinking about coming home to you,”

Feeling your cheeks heat up slightly, you bit your lip while Freddie continued to knead through your hair. Finally happy with his work, the Dane then spun you back around, staring deep into your eyes while the water rinsed you off.

“Happy New Year Freddie,” you then said, mentioning the fact that it was now technically 2018.

He smirked, before leaning down towards you, “Happy New Year Y/N,”

Hopping up, you pressed your lips against his and Freddie immediately circled your wet, naked frame into his arms. Kissing him slowly at first, you took your time as your hands began to wander the Dane’s toned body. You could feel how tense Freddie was, his muscles no doubt still tight from his game. Freddie’s hands then gripped your hips tight, as he tried to intensify the kiss, but you refused, trying to tease your boyfriend. Smirking as you felt him get frustrated with your antics, you giggled when he pulled away slightly.

Giving you a look, Freddie then growled low before you heard him mutter, “okay, enough of this,”

You were then caught off guard when Freddie suddenly bit your bottom lip and pushed you up against the cold marble wall. As you gasped, he took the opportunity to deepen your kiss, his hot tongue meeting yours. Quickly responding, you did your best to follow his pace, and you smirked inwardly once you felt something hard press against your lower stomach.

“Y/N,” Freddie moaned as he pulled away, his eyes staring into yours when you suddenly gripped his hard length.

Pumping your hand slowly, you could feel Freddie’s body begin to convulse in pleasure. Using your thumb, you stroked the top of his shaft, easily wiping away the pre-cum that had already formed, and using your other hand to begin massaging his balls. Hearing him grunt and moan out of pure ecstasy was turning you on beyond belief, and you quickly tightened your thighs up against one another to try and soothe your aching core. Taking a quick peak back upwards, you noticed Freddie had closed his eyes and was biting his lip.

Taking this as the perfect opportunity, you fell to your knees and took him into your mouth. Bobbing your head, Freddie groaned out once again as you continuously pumped up and down his shaft with your hands, and you sucked on his swelling tip. Freddie’s hands then found your damp hair, and he tightened his grip, trying to lead you and urge you on. Placing your one hand back down to his balls, you began to once again play with his most sensitive area, and then used your tongue to swirl around Freddie’s length, making sure to lick the juices clean from his tip.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, his brown eyes looking skyward, while you continued to pleasure him.

Moaning out as your boyfriend began to thrust upwards, you placed both your hands down onto Freddie’s large thighs, and opened your mouth as wide as you could while he began to shove himself as deep into your mouth as possible. Freddie loved to face fuck you, and you’d become accustomed to his long, thick cock. Trying your best not to gag, Freddie quickly began to thrust in and out of your mouth, with his hands tightening more and more within your hair. You hoped this would alleviate some of his lingering stress and pent up anger from his game. Sounds of pleasure and explicit words fell from Freddie’s lips as your hot mouth continued to edge him on.

“Baby I’m close,” he rasped out, letting you know his end was near. Hearing this, you purposely placed your tongue upwards, so that Freddie would feel it’s pressure each time he’d thrust back into your mouth. Feeling this, Freddie groaned out again, and quickened his pace one last time. Making sure to look up at him, your Y/E/C coloured eyes met his and helped to finally send him over the edge.

As Freddie moaned out, your mouth was suddenly filled with a sticky, salt-tasting substance. Waiting until he was finished, you continuously licked up and down his cock, making sure to get every last drop of your boyfriends cum.

Hearing Freddie breathing in and out raggedly, you pulled away from his length before standing back up. You were caught off guard once again when Freddie pinned you up against the black-marbled wall and pressed his lips up against you hard. You gasped in surprise when you felt two of Freddie’s fingers swiftly enter you. Looking up at him in shock, Freddie just smirked, “oh we’re far from finished princess, you know I was always take care of my girl,”

Taking a deep breath, you shuddered as your boyfriend trailed his fingers up and down your slick slit, before once again entering your core with his two fingers. “You’re soaked for me baby,” he proudly stated, as he began to pump in and out of you, causing you to mew out.

“What do you want princess? Do you want me to take you right here, or do I take you back to fuck you on my bed?” He asked, while not only pleasuring you, but using his other hand to begin pumping his cock again, getting ready for you.

You opened your mouth to answer, put the feeling of Freddie’s skilled fingers pleasuring you caused you to cry out instead, as his ministrations quickened within you. “Freddie,” you moaned out.

“You have to tell me what you want baby girl,” Freddie replied, his cock quickly hardening from the sight and sounds coming from you.

“Fuck me Freddie, please,” you were then finally able to get out, as your body shook with pleasure from getting fingered.

“That’s my girl,” he then uttered before he bent down to kiss you deeply, his tongue swiftly entering your mouth.Rather than turn you around and bend you over like normal, you were surprised when Freddie pulled his hand away from you and instead gripped your hips tightly, effectively lifting you up.

 Kicking the shower door open, Freddie took you to the large bathroom vanity and placed you down onto the counter. Pressing his lips against yours once more, Freddie lifted your left leg into the air and placed your calf down onto his broad shoulder. Using his finger to slide down your slit, Freddie then guided his hard cock into your entrance, causing the both of you to moan out in sync.

As he began thrusting, Freddie placed his skilled fingers down onto your clit, causing you to cry out. Your breathing became heavy as Freddie fucked you hard, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his body enveloped yours. Leaning down, Freddie encircled your right nipple with his lips, sucking hard and nibbling gently onto your sensitive bud while he continued to thrust into you.

“Fuck Freddie, fuck,” you cried out, as you body once again began to shake in pleasure. God you’d missed him.

He groaned out himself as you placed your hands into his red-coloured hair and tugged and pulled, urging him on. You knew he wouldn’t last as long as normal, but that didn’t matter. Freddie would have you undone in moments.

“Oh my god,” you cried out, your hands trailing down to scratch your boyfriends shoulder blades as he continued to thrust into you, fucking you as hard as he could. You could feel the bubble within you growing, knowing how close you were.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, causing Freddie to pull away from your breast and instead lean up to press his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately as he administered his final thrusts, you pulled away to cry out as you finally came, the waves of pleasure hitting your body as you felt Freddie twitch within you, with his warm, thick cum filling you.

Taking a deep breath, you lulled your head back, while Freddie’s forehead landed on your shoulder, the both of you now exhausted. Letting your leg fall, Freddie then reached over to grab a face cloth that had been sitting on the bathroom counter and kindly cleaned you up. After wiping himself down as well, Freddie kissed you gently before lifting you back up and walking you out and towards his bedroom.

Taking you to the far side of the bed, Freddie placed you down onto the plush mattress delicately, and reached across to pull his sheets and duvet up and over your tired body. Leaning back down to kiss your forehead, Freddie then made his way around to his side of the mattress, before following suit.

Pulling you tightly into him, Freddie held you close and placed his chin down onto the top of your head while he soothingly stroked your back. You curled into your boyfriend’s embrace and snuggled yourself into his hard chest, feeling the warmth from his body surround you. You were finally content. You had your boyfriend laying next to you, and you knew he was okay. You’d also been able to have some extra fun, which was always a bonus, and you felt as close to Freddie as ever. It was the perfect way to start the new year off right.

But as you laid in bed with Freddie, his warmth and your previous activity was finally starting to catch up to you. Your eyes began to flutter as your exhaustion was finally settling in. Sensing this, Freddie pulled you in closer, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of this day in bed beside the woman he loved.

“I love you Y/N,” Freddie whispered to you, as he kissed the top of your head once more. “Happy New Year,”

“Happy New Year Freddie,” you mumbled out as sleep finally overtook you.

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[mattyslittleworld]

dead mans coffee

July / 2020

Just woke up in my front seat, at a rest stop in Tennessee. First thing I saw was my ALL WILL SUFFER tattoo on my leg. A constant reminder of a different person. Tomorrow I’m getting coffee with Skrillex’s right hand man in Nashville, and I’m nursing a cold coffee in the heat watching this crazy lightning shoot across the skyline. It looks like the end of the world. Or some fucked up Lucero song. I must’ve pulled over for a second and closed my eyes and just dropped dead for hours while parked, I’m on the way to my hotel. 

I am sitting in a diner on broadway in Nashville, TN. Nursing another shitty coffee booking meetings. As the texts come in I ignore them because they are covering the screen and distracting me from reading and studying how to properly sell my soul to the devil at the crossroads In Mississippi. 

Clarksdale, Mississippi

12:30 am

Where Robert Johnson, Bob Dylan, and now, Matty Carlock, sold their souls to the devil. 

December / 2020

Sitting in my home, in Hollywood, CA. I have the window open, and I hear the subtle sound of LA breathing, cars passing on the boulevard, sirens off in the distance, and a vinyl record of mine spinning at the lowest volume possible for me to still hear yet ignore it. I feel calm and at peace, although, it seems like a parallel feeling is war, confusion, imposter syndrome, abandonment, and skeptical. How could these two umbrellas of emotion coexist? Its very interesting. Ive been recording so much music that has nothing to do with my artist project. Its been liberating to put that aside for something greater. A new focus. Leaving artistry a vessel solely for extreme self expression and cathartic release. 

July / 2020

Winding the day down, 10:30pm. With an open tab that reads “Tigers Jaw holiday show” - on pause. I open my Mac book on my couch, ready to go through stems and ratchet strip club beats, and it catches my eye. I press play and it leads me down a rabbit hole. I find myself watching “Never Saw It Coming” right into “Chemicals” / live in Boston. Like lightning it struck through my entire body. Maybe it was the 2 hour long conversation with Andy? And the memories we were trading. The bond we have over hard times, innocence, violence, literal blood on the pavement, years of freezing in the winter....nowhere to go. The people that were around - we made forever memories to these two songs. I right away, made a playlist that consists of “The Sun, I Saw Water, Chemicals, Never Saw It Coming, and Planes”. On top of that I found the live acoustic set they recorded and put out. When I was young on DIY tours, sleeping on floors, dirty as shit, poor as shit, a human being at the very best.....the uncertainty of my near future was so bleak. I remember Title Fight came out with their record “Shed” - and the song “where am I?” would lay me down on long drives, or on the floor. I’d watch white lines pass one by one by one into the abyss of nothing. 

The line 

“Another floor

A different ceiling than the night before

Where am I?

While you’re back home”

Missing my girlfriend at that current time, leaving, and just laying on a strangers floor thinking where am I while you’re back home? What am I doing? Maybe there’s nothing only this moment?

On the tigers jaw live EP they covered this acoustic and it’s everything right now. I am fortunate to live a block away from the sunset strip - and I grabbed my skateboard and just bolted into the night. 

This SO SPECIFIC FEELING of these songs. That nobody in this environment will ever understand. It’s so beautiful. It’s so real. It’s so raw. It’s exactly what I need right now - as the past 3 weeks I’ve been living here have moved faster than the past 4 years. A loss of identity easily awaits you. It’s like you fight your whole life for that moment, to get to where you dream of, to get a shot. Scrape and crawl. And then reset. Since I’ve been living in Hollywood my day to day has been a huge mirror for me. The parts of myself I’ve been trying out run have caught me. Maybe all of this could coexist? 

March 2nd / 2021

Spring is here. Its 75 degrees in LA and theres this new thing I noticed while driving around…..the overbearing smell of flowers in the air. It sounds like a movie. Its fucked up cause It felt like a funeral in my car. I was like what the fuck is happening? It smells like a small funeral in here….are my dreams dying? Am I dying? Is punk dead? Okay its just a Ryan gosling movie out here I guess. Whatever lets go. Here’s some hatrebreed. But the windows are down. My mood is different. My spirit is lifted, which ive been desperate to say. I automatically get punched in the guts with the feeling of driving so fucking fast, and blasting title fight. Skateboarding. Looooooooooong drives with fucked up friends to out of state shows no one will be at. Im listening to Stab by Title Fight - off the Shed LP. What a specific time in my life this brings back. That I usually talk about on this little throw up blog often. Spring is such a pivotal time in my life every year. Since covid shows stopped - human decency stopped - community stopped - my natural habitat was taken from me, and all of my friends and family. I remember living in New York in 2011. At the New Yorker. I was studying at the Institute Of Audio Research to be a janitor in my home town. Because that’s what they teach you. Instead of studying compression, and listening to washed up hacks talk to me about music, I would walk out my building onto 8th ave. B Line it Penn Station. Get on the LIRR and ride that shit right into the best LI shows every night I could. Id meet all my friends from Jersey / NYC / Philly and even Baltimore because it was so common to make it a priority to no matter what, drive hours on end to support a hardcore shows and to not lose touch with the hundreds around the country that you call family. Drive to Richmond for a shows on a Monday night, go off, hit a diner after with your new found tribe, then drive home, be back at 6 am, and just stumble into your bullshit job with a black eye or scratches all over you. It was all worth it. Probably quit that job anyway to go on tour with your friends band and live as gypsies for the entire summer too. Spring embodies this spirit for me. Church parking lots in Doylestown, PA - full of kids from all over the country, who left their problems in their hometown, to just get on the road with their best friends and basically start a new life. It is just amazing how formative those years were for a lot of my friends. I have people I met at shows from all over the country messaging me always checking in, and supporting, and sometimes it feels like I know them better than my first cousins, aunts and uncles. We were at war together. We fought against the world together. We found ourselves together. We created shit from nothing. Determination and passion. Oh no….Planes by Tigers Jaw just came on. You know the vibe. This shit just hits so different now as a pop / hip hop producer. This PA scene, mixed with NJHC, just stood me up and gave me confidence to have my own voice, my own thoughts, and to fight back. Something about being in a shitty car and it smells like dirty vans and like…..axe to cover up the smell. BELTING Basement and car moshing and almost driving off a bridge. Listen. I know every single blog is about this. But fuck you fight me. ITS CALLED SELF EXPRESSION GRANDMA. SO STRAP INTO YOUR BOOT THINGS AND ENJOY THE RIDE TO NOWHERE. Its been crazy living in LA. I live directly on Hollywood BLVD, on the Walk Of Fame. Where I was almost killed two weeks ago over someones gang that my ass is not in. My guy looked at me and said YO YOU MATTY? And I was listening to Taylor swift in my headphones walking back from Starbucks and it was so funny how different my energy was. I was like bro can you kill me already dude because these Taylor tones are so good that they gunna just end up killing me anyway. So perfect timing. I think the guy was mad at my friend to say the least lol. But every night its loud 808’s, the sounds of the city, amazing energy, and neon lights shining in from lit up billboards off the BLVD. Its such a culture shock for me. I feel like im too aggressive just from being east coast. But its just what it is. It took me a little to adapt to being in sessions and meetings with seasoned people in this industry who have major cuts and recognition. But I just learned to double down on myself, and be as authentic as I possibly can be. Theres nothing like crushing writing sessions in the pop realm, then turning off my shit, unplugging, and run into the night with my skateboard and old punk records. It’s almost like my own secret that is becoming my blood. I haven’t been communicating with the ones who like my music, have interest in what im doing, come to my shows etc - since I touched down here….I just unplugged….started writing HEAVY and decided to dedicate months to getting better, learning, becoming smarter, discovering a vision that’s much broader than what were sold, finding myself, making sure my wisdom is parallel to my age - if not wise beyond my years. A lot of artists and bands SING, PLAY, PERFORM, PROMOTE. But I have decided to WATCH, ATTEND, and LISTEN. Everynight I sit down with tea, unplug, and spin records on my turntable…in the dark, in my living room, alone….all kinds of records. From The National, to Springsteen, to Title Fight, to Hendrix, to the rare Troublemaker LP and 7” I have…..Sharon Van Etten, Jesse Malin…..ugh. Its just bliss. Pure bliss. Right now im drinking coffee and bouncing from listening to Into It Over It and American Football. I spent all last night rapping my ass off, mixing, and singing ref vocals for other people. It was so fun. Im finding a lot of my new material is this spirit im talking about - but over hip hop production. I want to tell my life story and combat the stereotypes of modern rap and pop music with true intentions and unique tones of untold stories that press, radio, and this market usually doesn’t get fed. Ive also realized a lot of music I was promoting over the past year to come out (prior to the pandemic) hasn’t come out….and I know people are questioning that….what is happening? So before covid I had German solo dates booked - and then I was going to the UK right after. I have a bunch of single drops lined up with music videos. Some you can guess with who. And then the pandemic hit and I canceled everything and decided to pivot my focus into my passion for songwriting and production, instead of sitting around “waiting for shows to come back.” I pretended that shows were never going to come back and doubled down on my career as a producer, that at the time, still is, moving forward at a faster rate than my artist shit. So I packed my shit after offers, and opportunity presented themselves. Touched down on a Tuesday, with meetings that Friday. Off to the races. In sessions that following Monday. Fast forward here we are. Hungry, learning, learnt, turned 30. Looking at the next decade like Mcgregor at the weigh in. Fight ready. Ive learned so much since the fall that all of the music I had planned on releasing, I loaded it back up, tore it apart, and re built it. So its not stale, so its not expired, so its not “then”….so its NOW. Which im so glad I did, and im doing. I don’t think ive been in the booth more. My mind is so stimulated by this wave im on. And its got me in a good place. Now that the spirit of spring is here, my mental health is going to be taking a big leap as well and im going to do everything I can to just flood all of this content. I think Never Meant by American Football is the best song ever made. Me and Mike were talking about doing a song together a few months ago and that would be such a trip for me. 

I wanted to talk about my recent trip to Joshua Tree. I was invited by Christopher Thorn from Blind Melon to live at his studio for a few days to write together. I didn’t really know what to expect. I met him once or twice thru Clinch, and just around the Sea Hear Now circle back east, and I was familiar with No Rain (his hit). We got on the phone, picked a weekend where it’d work for both of us, got some covid tests, and boom. Packed my shit again (right off a flight back from New York, where I shot 3 music videos, and did 1 remote session in 2 fucking days), and drove out to the desert. There is no address so I had a map. It was epic. It was in the desert desert. Like THE DESERT FAM. Coyotes at night, snakes and shit. The air was so dry, your lips would get chapped to let you know death was right around the corner so you better man up baby boy. Beforehand - from all the traveling and flights, and burning myself out on videos and sessions, I found myself listening to a lot of acoustic Nebraska Springsteen type shit. John Moreland, or even like acoustic bayside, Lucero, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits…..just pure music with no samples, not gridded, not sold, no machine, no click, just real live country music inspired by the human condition….of the earth. It was just speaking to my soul…..so when we booked this to get in the room together….man was I ready. I don’t think ive had an experience so fruitful to the soul. And ive played shows in Slovenia, and sipped espresso on a bridge that looked like a painting, staring at subtle mountain tops off in the distance like I was a character in some book. We started working at night and ran it up till like 3 am. As the sun came down the lights off in the distance miles and miles away were so clear because we were just the only life form around….and it would just shine into the studio windows and reflect on the perimeter making it seem like we were surrounded by New York City. It did a lot for my soul to play drums, acoustic, sing, play piano, shred electric, even mix a little. I felt like I made a very fast lifelong friend. Its been a minute since I got on with someone like that. We talked a lot about growing up touring. And wed finish each others sentences regarding topics that ONLY people like us would know. Like Subway being a life line for DIY touring, or the weird strange feelings of comfort from rest stops in the middle of nowhere at 4 am, the rest stop coffee that you get to just make the next 2 hours of the drive into town bearable. But then you see your boy from your band in the other aisle so you throw shit at him. Then you all stumble back into the van/bus and just disappear into the night. This shit was so needed for me. When Id wake up, id make espresso, and just sit out front and listen to Joe Rogan, at this random chair that was behind his studio, facing the mountains. Just endless property waiting to leave you 6 feet in the ground. I sat there and sipped my espresso, and just reflected on the long journey of my career. How many random moments like this ive found myself in since I was 15. In the middle of the desert where Springsteen hangs out with my heroes, off the strength of my songwriting. Or in Romania drinking coffee, fucked off, on a bench far from the venue, by random train lines in the pouring rain by myself. The farthest from humanity I can be. Or the random VFW hall in my head that I don’t even know where it is, with my little punk crew, who all smell like complete shit and cigarettes and soda, fucked off god knows where, just to finger point and sing along to this band we found on myspace that were in OUR hometown the weekend prior singing to our band. Theres just an endless string of memories that can go on forever, with stories that just fulfill a lifetime, of conversations that just make the white lines on I95 move faster. Or just everyone is quiet - reading a book - texting - exhausted from the night prior - and you just ABRUPTLY turn on teenage dream by Katy Perry SOOOO LOUD - take your shirt off and start dropping it like its hot from the passenger front seat, and catch a mid afternoon front flip stage dive into the backseat. From those youthful days of this underground spirit, to existing in a realm of pure monsters of my craft, I truly believe this next decade could co exist and be one for the books. Damn I feel good. Also me and Sasso started a book club called BSU and you can’t be in it because you probably read books and the only rule for our book club besides not speaking about book club is, you can’t read books. Okay im going to go buy a bike right now so I can ride It to Mexico and get abducted by the cartel and sold for bitcoin. FAREWELL EARTHLINGZ.