#every single song will just be something i put on repeat to cry to for six hours

[rachalixie]

when he’s in a bad mood all he needs is you.

a/n: i wrote this whilst listening to i want to write you a song by one direction so you cannot blame me for the disgusting sweetness going on here. you can only blame one direction.

you know something is wrong when he walks through the door and he doesn’t greet you. you hear his work bag thump to the floor, you hear him kicking off his shoes, but not a word comes out of his mouth even as he turns the corner to meet you in the living room. 

you have a routine. your day typically ends an hour before his, so you have time to dress in comfier clothes and relax before he gets home, where he greets you with a different pet name as he walks through the door and you pretend to be disgusted even though you secretly kind of love it. and he knows it.

he doesn’t do this as he quietly curls up on the couch next to you and sets his head into your lap, forehead pressed to your lower belly and arms wrapped around you tight. you’re startled for a moment; as much as he loves cuddling with you, you’re almost always the one who has to initiate it. he usually stays grumpy on his side of the couch until you drag him over and into you, so it surprised you that he immediately stuck himself to your side.

the hand that isn’t on his back wanders to his head, and you scratch lightly at his scalp and revel in how he goes boneless against you from just a few movements of your fingers. you repeat the action for a few minutes, letting his breaths calm down and his heartbeat slow in its pace. 

the hand that isn’t on his back wanders to his head, and you scratch lightly at his scalp and revel in how he goes boneless against you from just a few movements of your fingers. you repeat the action for a few minutes, letting his breaths calm down and his heartbeat slow in its pace. 

“love you, min.” you say, smiling down at him with fond eyes even though you know he couldn’t see you from the way his face was smooshed against you.

“love you.” he mumbles, the crack in his voice muffled by your hoodie.

“missed you today,” you follow, hand moving to scritch at the nape of his neck for a second, making him shiver against your hand. you miss him every day, but he doesn’t need to hear that right now.

“missed you.” his voice is quieter, small and weary.

“you want to talk about it?” you finally ask.

“no.” you can almost hear the pout in his voice. 

“well, do i need to beat someone up for you?”

“...maybe.”

“come up here and cuddle me properly,” you say with an eye roll, patting his back a couple times before helping him into a seated position. there’s tear stains dotting the pocket of your sweatshirt, but you don’t mention it as he curls up into you, vertically this time. he takes one of your hands in both of his and fiddles with it, your rings, your fingers, your palm. 

he’s quiet again, save for a small sniffle every few moments, and you want to erase every single thing that’s ever made this boy cry. you want to protect him from everything bad in the world and keep him safe and sound. you want him by your side always. 

“here’s what we’re going to do. i’m going to put on a movie and order a pizza, and we’re not going to move from this couch at all. how does that sound?” you ask, already grabbing your phone from the side table.

“good,” he hums, wiggling himself impossibly closer into you, content for the first time all day.

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soft hours

#stray kids imagines #skz fluff #minho imagines #lee minho fluff #lee know fluff #lee know x reader #minho x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #soft #stray kids x reader #minho x y/n #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fic

[queen-of-deans-booty]

With Love From

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a Dean Winchester x wife reader that she spoiled and pampering him to much but she don’t cared and she love giving him love, attention, affection, and etc all things him always dreamed?. something cute and fluffy because him deserve all the love from the world. 

Summary: You take Dean on a much-needed vacation and give him everything he wants and deserves.

Square Filled: driving in the impala (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Got your pajamas?”

“Yes.”

“Toothbrush and toothpaste?”

“Yes.”

“What about your chargers? I put an extra one in your bag just in case.”

“What are you, my mom?” Dean jokes. “Yes, I have everything.”

“Okay, don’t come crying to me when you’ve forgotten something and ask to use my toothbrush. I won’t do it again.”

“That was one time.”

“One time too many. We’ve done a lot of things, Dean Winchester, but sharing a toothbrush is gonna be a no for me.”

“Yes, I have everything. Why are you bugging out? You’re never like this whenever we go on a hunt.”

Dean takes both yours and his bags to the library where Sam is. He has his laptop and plenty of books all around him. There is a case not far from here that he is reading up on since he is going to be the one to tackle this case.

“We’re not going on a hunt,” you reveal when he sets the bags on the table.

“What?”

“We’re not going on a hunt.”

“Sam’s been working like crazy about this case a few towns over.”

“Yeah because he’s going to be the one to take care of it. We’re not.”

“Sam, what is she talking about?” Dean asks.

“Dude, I am just as clueless as you,” he chuckles and closes his laptop. “All I know is that I’m doing this one solo.”

“If we’re not going on a hunt, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“You know I hate surprises,” Dean practically whines.

“Well, you’re getting one today. No hunt. No monsters. Definitely alcohol. Does that sound like a great time?” you smile.

“Sounds like a Saturday to me.”

“Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.” You see the look on Dean’s face and immediately shuts down what he is going to say next. “If Sam needs help, he can call Garth.”

“Yeah, go have fun. I got this,” Sam backs you up.

You and Dean pack up the Impala and say your goodbyes to Sam who barely waves you two off. Dean is always the driver unless otherwise preoccupied, so he gets behind the wheel even though he has no idea where he’s going. You’re going to be the navigator for this special trip, only telling him what turns to make right before he needs to do them.

“Shall I put on the special playlist?”

“Special playlist? What’s the occasion?”

“I love you. Is that enough?”

“More than enough,” he smiles.

His special playlist consists of songs he could listen to on repeat for hours. Sam doesn’t let him put the playlist on since Sam complains he needs to listen to more than just classic rock. He claims they all sound the same even though each has their own unique sound.

About halfway through the trip, you stopped to get food at Dean’s favorite diner. He often comes here while on hunts even if it’s hours out of the way. There’s something about the way they make their burgers that has his mouth watering every single time.

“Okay, tell me where we’re going,” Dean chuckles with his mouth full.

“I told you it’s a surprise,” you smile. “You’re going to love it.”

Dean has no choice but to trust you. Once you two get done eating, you get back on the road and tough out the last half of the trip. You took over driving for the last hour just so he wouldn’t be suspicious of where you two were going but as soon as Dean sees the town’s name, he gets so excited.

“Wait, we’re in Mt. Sterling?”

“Yeah.”

You drive to one of the best gun stores in America. They have such a high rating since people from all over the country come here just to buy guns. Dean has been wanting to come here for a long time, and you figure it’s time to bring him. Dean is practically bouncing in his seat when you park, and he jumps out of the car in excitement.

You watch him run into the store with a smile on your face, and you make sure the car is locked before following him inside. He is like a child loose in a candy store or a toy store. He is admiring all of the guns on display, holding them just to feel how they would fit in his hands.

“Pick any you want. I’ll get it for you.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you so much,” he grins and kisses you.

Seeing him so happy brings you so much joy. He doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to be this happy. He doesn’t allow himself to be this happy most of the time, so taking time to give him this is very important. He channels his inner child and goes wild. He settled on another handgun that closely resembles the one he has now, but it has a silencer on the end of it which will make for easy hunting.

After he got all that excitement out, you two headed to the bar across the street to have a few rounds on you.

“How the hell did I ever get so lucky?” he smiles.

“I’m the lucky one, my love. You deserve all the love in the world.”

Dean leans in and kisses you, happy to be yours.

x

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fiction #dean winchester fan fiction #dean winchester fan fic #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fluff #spn #spn fic #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #spn fluff

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Black cat au stuff 4

1. Black cat introduces himself by saying, "I'm Black Cat, but you'll soon know me as the one that got away!"

2. Joker did something to anger Danny so he decided to humiliate the clown. How you may ask? Pies. Lots and lots of pies. Hes invisible when he does it so no one actually knows its him doing it but the Joker hasn't been able to get through one monolog or do even a single dramatic entrance since all this began.

Jason is loving it.

3. Danny started visiting Arkam as Black Cat and casually chatting and befriending the people he liked. I say "visiting" but no one is really sure how he keeps getting in or out, and he doesn't obey the visiting hours policy, but he brings snacks and keeps the patients calm. It's almost like he has a comforting aura about him. Strange.

4. Danny knows Red Robin is amazing with computers but so is he. He essentially used a combo of ghost magic and coding to make a sort of digital boobie trap against anyone who tried to get into his devices/obtain his information.

Danny isn't sure how Red Robin and Oracle had done it, but they managed to set off the trap not only on thier own devices but onto every device in Gotham which was hilarious because it left Danny laugh-crying on the floor of his flower shop as the entire city of Gotham got Rick Rolled. They even got the radio towers! How???!

The scene repeated a few days later and Dannys actually impressed that they made it worse somehow as the new song he selected (The english/Metal cover of Caramelldansen) blasted now in Gotham, the Titans Tower, the Watchtower, and Mt. Justice for three whole hours before they managed to turn it off.

5. Danny loves giving the Batfam gummy worms to snack on. He even found a nice vegan brand for Damian since he's vegetarian.

6. Danny buys these dumb realistic fangs and shows them off to Nightwing and Robin saying, "Careful, I bite!"

Nightwing laughs while Robin turns an interesting shade of red. Unfortunately for him, Alley Cat noticed and upon seeing the smirk on her face he knew that she knew.

Alley proceeds to flop between taking delight in placing Robin and Black Cat in awkward crush situations and being a wingwoman.

Catwoman watches all of it through Alley and Black's cameras like a prime soap opera.

7. Might be related to 6 but Damian/Robin keeps finding new and perfectly excusable ways to hold Danny/Black Cat. Like, start up bridal style. At some point Danny got so used to Robin and Damian picking him up and will just chill in thier arms until it becomes awkward or bird boy is forced to put him down.

8. The cats are always careful to avoid anyone with a sensitivity to the supernatural after this one psychic lady started screaming in terror when she saw/sensed him.

Imagine his and Zatannas mutual horror upon meeting! Danny just blurts out he's cursed as a cover up for being a super powerful undead eldrich creature

Robin: What?!

The batfam: What?!

Zatanna: *internally screaming cause what could possibly leave a curse like that*

Danny: ...oh ancients, what have I done.

9. Dani falls in love with this show called Moster High cause the characters are "like her" and Danny is just happy she has role models until she forces him to watch it and now they sing the intro song together often. Danny is a good big brother.

10. Cass just starts randomly referring to Kitty as her brother-in-law and everyone in the Justice Leage is confused- especially when they're told its the baby of the family whos engaged.

Kitty is brought to The Watchtower for whatever reason you can come up with and Cass explains they have a prank going on where they convinced the Justice Leage that he and Robin were engaged and asked him to play along.

Kitty, being a little chaos gremlin, agreed and playfully flirted with Damian all day. It was the goodbye kiss at the end that made Robin decide he owed Cass big time.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #black cat au #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #batman #damian wayne #robin #danny fenton x damian wayne #danny phantom x robin

[forever-rogue]

Kiss prompt maybe a holiday theme too? 27. brushing lips together, lingering for a moment, catching your breath and/or 60. mistletoe kisses? With Eddie or Bucky if you can.

AN | No, but this is the softest and sweetest thing🥺🥰

Warnings | Mild Language 

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Ugh,” the two of you groaned in unison at the television. Eddie got some popcorn out of the bowl and tossed it at the screen, causing you to almost lose it as you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Eddie,” you were practically beaming at him, at the silly face he made while he watched the main characters on screen finally share their first kiss after almost two hours of vapid plot, “you’re making a mess!”

“It’s worth it,” he insisted as he shoved a few pieces in his mouth before doing the same to you. Your little admonishment held nothing but affection, a fact you were both well aware of, “this is insanely bad!”

“The worst,” you agreed, a bad rendition of some old holiday song playing as the credits started to roll, “why do we do this to ourselves?”

“Because,” he scoffed as though you had just gravely offended him. You playfully rolled your eyes at the boy, but he did his best to keep the serious look on his face, “it’s tradition now. And we can’t break tradition. We must watch cheesy Christmas movies and make fun of them. It’s the law.”

“The law?” you repeated as he answered with a fervent little nod, “and what would happen if  we didn’t watch any of said movies?”

“I’d be forced to arrest you and put you in jail.”

“And just what does this jail consist of?” you snorted in amusement as he rubbed at his jaw thoughtfully.

“It’s more of a metaphorical jail,” he mused, “the punishment being that you have to spend every waking  - and sleeping - moment with me.”

“That doesn't sound like much of a punishment,” you gently nudged his arm, a delicate warmth settling in your bones at the soft look on his face. You already spent a lot of time with your best friend…if you had it your way, you would have gladly spent every single moment with him, “we’re already together a lot. Although sleeping might be the real punishment. You snore a lot-”

“I do not!” His reply was indignant as he crossed his arms over his chest, which only made you laugh harder, “I do not snore.”

“You do!” you insisted firmly, “and you fart!”

“That’s it,” but you were laughing as he leaned across the couch, hands going to your sides as he tickled you mercilessly. You shrieked in amusement, immediately squirming from how ticklish you were. He pulled you into his lap, an action that he didn’t even think about, but that seemed so effortless and natural. You were still trying to get him to show mercy as you wiggled in his grasp, “I do not snore and do not fart!”

“You do! Mercy - please!”

“Take it back,” his warm, large hands settled on the supple, plump flesh of your hips and waist, fingers ghosting along your bare skin, “do it and I’ll show mercy!”

“Never!” tears were running down your face and Eddie had to admit that he was impressed with your ability to keep going.

“No mercy then,” there was a wicked little smile on his face as he went for the sweet spot that he knew always pushed you over the edge.

“Fine, fine, fine,” eventually you gave in, breathless and crying from all the tickles as you looked at your ridiculously pretty best friend, “you don’t snore or fart in your sleep!”

“There,” a satisfied little smile settled on his features as he stopped his assault of tickles, and settled his hands on your waist, “was that so hard?”

“A little bit,” your pretty, soft lips formed a pout that he couldn’t help but laugh at, “it did hurt my pride a little though.”

“Ahh, well I’m sure you’ll get it back somehow,” it was now that you became aware of just how close the two of you were. Your hands were on his shoulders and he still held you in his lap. It was far from the first time that you’d been this close, but something felt different today.  You swallowed the lump in your throat as you studied his pretty honey brown eyes, “and I guess we’ll just have to watch more bad holiday movies so I don’t get subjected to any punishment.”

“Smart girl,” you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked from yours down to your lips, even if it was just for a moment. A comfortable, warm silence fell over the two of you as he reached up and put his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, You couldn’t help the way you preened into his touch, silently urging him for more, more, more. The corners of his mouth ticked up in a small smile, “you’re really pretty.”

“Eddie,” you both subconsciously leaned in, the tips of your noses brushing against one another. This was it, your entire body screamed at you, this was the moment that your best friend that you’d been in love with for years and years finally kissed you. You could feel his warmth breath fanning across your face, the gentle brush of his soft lips against yours when -

“Eddie!” The door to the trailer slammed open as Dustin and Steve made their miraculous appearance. The two of you pulled apart so fast, sitting on the opposite ends of the couch, that it almost gave you whiplash. Your heart was pounding in your chest with nerves as you refused to look at Eddie, quietly trying to catch your breath and pretend that this moment had never happened, “we’ve decided to grace you with our presence for bad Christmas movie time!”

“Fantastic,” Eddie groaned lightly, “simply fantastic.”

You could feel the boy looking at you, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Instead you made yourself small and used the barrier of Steve and Dustin to keep a distance from Eddie. 

So close, so far away.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It seemed like both of you had silently decided that the other night hadn’t happened. At least not the part where you were in his lap and about to properly kiss. Like there was some mutual understanding that neither of you would mention it again. It was a moment of weakness, you decided, a moment of two people that craved physical contact, nothing or nothing less. 

But you weren’t about to let that stop you from hanging out with your best friend. He’d been your best friend before, and he would continue to be. You weren’t going to let a momentary lapse of judgment ruin almost a decade of friendship. 

Which is how you found yourself at the biggest tree lot in Hawkins, tracking around with Eddie, an ax, and the noticeable distance you kept between yourselves. You were on the hunt of the perfect tree, a tradition that the two of you had started years ago. You were often left home alone to your devices, and Eddie only had Wayne, and you’d basically become each other’s family over the years. Which included picking out a huge tree and putting it up in your house and spending the afternoon decorating it while baking cookies, drinking hot chocolate and watching more bad movies. You weren’t sure if heaven was real or some mystical made up concept, but if it was, you were sure that this was your version of it - with Eddie, all warm and cozy, and in love. 

Well - you were in love, smitten in fact, but you’d never tell him that. Why scare him away when you could just keep him as your best friend for the rest of your life? 

“Umm, princess?” it was the waving of his hand in front of your face that snapped you back into reality. You looked at him, warmth rising in your cheeks as you offered up an apologetic smile, “you alright there, space cadet?”

“Y-yeah,” no, I was just daydreaming about you again, “totally. Just zoned out for a moment.”

“Hmm,” he mused, but decided not to push the issue. He pointed to the tree to his left, “whaddaya think?”

“It’s perfect,” and perfect, at least when it came to the two of you, meant perfectly imperfect. It was tall, some sections more fluffy than others, and a few odd branches out of place, “I think this is the one we’re adopting. Good eye, bub.”

“I have a way for finding the best treasures,” his eyes locked onto yours as you shied away, “I’ll start chopping if you wanna go paid and then we can get it wrapped up.”

“Sure,” you started to walk towards the entrance of the tree farm when you felt him gently grab your wrist, “what?”

“Here,” he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and pressed it into your hand. You shook your head and tried to argue but he wasn’t having it, “just take it. I insist…business has been very good lately. Just listen to me for once without arguing, stubborn little thing.”

“Fine,” you couldn’t fight back the smile as you accepted the money and pressed a kiss to his cheek without thinking about it, “hurry back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he promised, watching you almost skip away. He pulled off his glove and touched his cheek where his skin had been blessed by your lips. A wistful little sigh escaped his lips before turning back to the tree. You didn’t know it just yet, but he had a plan. A plan that would hopefully finally push the two of you in the right direction.

He could only hope you truly felt the same.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The whole house felt cozy and warm. There was a merrily crackling fire that Eddie had started to stave off the chill of the snow that had started to gently fall. The house seemed like the freshly baked gingerbread cookies you’d spent the early part of the afternoon backing. The living room was taken over by the large Christmas tree and decorations placed through the room. It was your own version of a winter wonderland and it felt so utterly perfect. 

You were in the kitchen, popping some corn the old fashioned way, to make things more festive Eddie had insisted, and putting together a platter with random snacks for your movie marathon. You’d been left home alone again, this time all week, and had planned on asking Eddie to stay the night. You didn’t want to make things uncomfortable or weird, so you hoped the opportunity would come up organically. And it wasn’t like it would have been a rare thing for him to spend the night or vice versa, but things just felt…different since the barely there kiss you’d exchanged the week before. And you didn’t want to mess anything up with him. 

“Princess?” you heard Eddie’s voice call from the living room, perking up at the soft and affectionate tone he always seemed to have for you, “can you give me a hand real quick?”

“Be right there,” you pumped the popcorn into a bowl, quickly buttering and salting it before turning off the stove and heading over to him, “I hope nothing’s on fire or broken!”

“Not yet,” came his cheeky response. You laughed as you walked over to him, failing to see what exactly he needed assistance with. You stopped in front of him and raised an eyebrow.

“Just what exactly did you need help with, bub? It looks like everything's been handled,” you spied the little glint in his eye as he shook his head. It was then that you noticed that he was hiding something behind his back. Color you curious, “Eddie?”

“I was wondering,” his voice dropped to a whisper as he moved ever so slightly closer to you, “if you could hold this while I secure it.”

And from behind his back he revealed just what he had been hiding from you. Mistletoe. Your heart almost stopped when you looked at it, all pretty and wrapped up with a neat little red bow. A small gasp escaped your lips despite your best efforts as you looked between the mistletoe and Eddie. There was a nervous little look on his face as he anxiously waited for you to say or do something.

“Eddie?” your question was almost inaudible but he nodded sweetly as you took the mistletoe from him and clutched it tightly in your hand, “me?”

“You,” he promised. You. It had always been you. Just like it had always been him. You exhaled with nervous anticipation as you stood on your tippy-toes and held the mistletoe to the top of the doorframe. Eddie pulled out some string, along with a nail and hammer, and quickly secured to the top, letting it hang down over your heads, “merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” you whispered back just as softly as you both leaned in, your entire body feeling like a live wire. He reached up and touched your face, searching your eyes to make sure you wanted this much as he did. And oh. You desperately did.

He closed the little bit of distance between your bodies, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other holding onto your waist as he kissed. Finally, actually, truly kissed you. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and then some more. 

Both of you refused to pull apart until you were dizzied and breathless, grinning at each other like the lovesick fools you both were. 

“I’m in love with you, you know,” he whispered, his hold on you still strong as though he was afraid to let you go, “have been for a long time.”

“I know,” you beamed brighter than the summer sun as you leaned in to kiss him again. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to go without again, “I’m in love with you too.”

“I know,” he smiled before kissing you softly, “best Christmas ever.”

“Best Christmas ever.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

[jongbross]

Hiiiiiiii 👋

Can you write a Baekhyun fic? I'm not exactly sure what I want, but... While listening to Demi Lovato's song, something came to mind...

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes, you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

I don't like school fics so maybe a best friend au.

She and Baekhyun are best friends, and the reader thinks she's far from his ideal type. She's been in love with him for years but she's insecure and either Baekhyun is too blind to see her feelings or the reader is a good actor.

She's a great girl, but she struggles to see her own potential... Baekhyun is everything to her, and she to him. Baekhyun had noticed her jealous behavior for a while and became suspicious. He even caught her crying once. When he put the pieces together, he understood everything. After faced her, the reader tried to run away from him, but Baek was fast enough to catch her immediately.

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 1256 genre: fluffy but also angst? warnings: swearing, jealousy, reader getting on beakhyun's nerves a/n: i'm back at writing requests!! thank you so much for your patience, i hope you enjoy this <3

"i think she's flirting with you", you told baekhyun, looking at the waitress that just walked by the two of you and shot baekhyun the prettiest smile she could manage.

"she's not", he denied, not even bothering to look back. "she's working on christmas eve, so i bet she's just trying to get a nice tip."

it was a tradition, at this point. you and baekhyun had spent the last four christmas together, as a sign of how strong your bond with each other was - either it was at bucheon with his family, abroad with your family, or just the two of you, like that moment.

for this one, sick and tired of being single (in baekhyun's words), he decided to take you too for dinner on the night before christmas. 'i won't be able to go to bucheon this year, so we should have a date night, and then sulk and eat leftovers while we open our presents at my house the next day', he had said, a month previous.

and of course you accepted. not only was baekhyun your best friend, but also the one you loved; like, actually loved.

there wasn't much you could do about it, to be honest. baekhyun had always seen you as a sibling, and that alone was enough to end any hope you could possibly have. on top of that, came the fact that he was just so... ethereal; baekhyun was the definition of a keeper, and any person who could have him was literally the luckiest person in the entire world.

"you can possibly think that every single person that smiles at you is just being polite, baek", you chuckled. "that's why you're single again..."

"does it bother you that i'm single?"

you tried your best not to choke on your drink as your brain screamed 'no, i actually love it' as an answer.

"i mean, i can call her over and ask her out...", he said, teasingly. "but you would spend christmas alone."

you just rolled your eyes at him, going back to your food and pretending like you weren't holding back a smile.

baekhyun kept the conversation going, as well. he told you about his family, how sad his mom was that she wouldn't see you that christmas; you told him about your plans for the next year, what you wanted to achieve.

cause, you see, talking to baekhyun was so easy, feeling seen was the biggest problem here. he could repeat every single word you had just said for the last hour, but could he see that you were wearing a new dress just for him? could he see that you got your nails done in his favorite color just for him? could he see that you were there, dying for him to love you back?

over your third glass of wine, the waitress came back to your table, the same pretty smile on her face.

"would the couple like to order some dessert?"

"we're not a couple", you instantly said, facing your glass.

taken aback by your answer, the waitress hesitated to turn to baekhyun, only to see him as surprised as her.

"um... no, not for now", he politely said. "can we get some water though, please?"

she hummed in response, before turning around to leave.

"wow, that was quite harsh", baekhyun faked a chuckle. "are you okay?"

"sure."

"are you really sure?"

"yes, baekhyun", you rolled you eyes. "she was just trying to check if you're single so she can keep flirting with you. all i did was give her the answer she was looking for."

baekhyun frowned, leaning into the table to take a good look at you.

"are you drunk already?", he laughed. "i mean, she just wondered if we were a couple, it's not that deep, y/n. we're together on christmas eve, it's-"

"no one would mistake us for a couple."

"what? why not?"

"because!", you exclaimed. at the corner of your eyes, you saw the said waitress coming again with a jar of water. she placed it on the table in front of baekhyun, and then proceeded to smile at him again before walking away. defeated, you sighed. "i am me, and you are you. nobody could ever think about us as a couple, so... i don't know, you can just give in and ask her out if you want to."

baekhyun scoffed at you, watching you as you took another big gulp from your wine. he silently took in your moves, the way you poured yourself some water and avoided his gaze.

"why are you jealous?", he finally asked after a minute or two of silence.

"i'm not jealous", you defended yourself.

"then look at me", baekhyun waited for you to finally look him in the eyes. "now tell me you're not jealous."

it was your turn to scoff, grabbing your glass of water and drinking a bit of it.

"this is stupid."

"yes, it is stupid", baekhyun agreed. "i think it's so stupid that even at christmas eve you won't admit why you're being jealous, that you'll only be petty and try to push me onto other girls. i don't want them."

you looked at him, damning him mentally for the way he was sitting at his chair, for the way his angry eyes made your heart flutter.

"i'm giving you the chance to be true to both of us, y/n. please, take it, and tell me why you are so jealous. i need to hear you say it."

"why?"

"because it's christmas eve, i'm at this beautiful restaurant with the most beautiful girl. you're wearing a new dress, wearing my favorite perfume, and you did your nails yesterday thinking about me, didn't you? don't think i didn't notice", he sighed, leaning into the table once again. "if we can't confess to each other right now, right here... then i truly don't think we ever will."

you kept staring at him, trying your hardest to keep your tears at bay so they wouldn't ruin your makeup. you felt like you were glowing, like your chest was now swallowing you deep into an ocean of something that you couldn't quite describe what it was, but if you had to take a shot, you would call it love.

"how long did you know?", you whispered to him.

"since your birthday", baekhyun replied. "but you're a good actress, i'll give you that."

you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief.

"i'm sorry...", you told him. "i'm so sorry. i'm pathetic."

"yeah, kind of", baekhyun joked, making you both laugh. "i'm just kidding. you don't have to sorry, if anything i should be the one apologizing. i've known for so long now, but my pride didn't let me say shit. i just kept pushing away every girl that came around, and praying that you would do the same to anyone who got close to you, waiting for you to confess. everyday felt like i was gonna have a heart attack."

you rolled your eyes. "who's pathetic now?"

he laughed out loud, eyes turning into big heart emojis as you looked at him. just as you were ready to speak, the waitress came up again, smiling at baekhyun.

"do you guys need anything?", she asked.

"yeah, um... could you bring me some chocolate ice cream, please? and for my girl...", baekhyun looked at you. the waitress followed his gaze, smiling at you just the same and, maybe, baekhyun was right all along - she wasn't flirting. "anything she wants, please."

#byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun x you #byun baekhyun imagines #byun baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun fanfic #exo x reader #exo x you #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #exo baekhyun #exo #byun baekhyun #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

[maochira]

hi mao i really love your writing your blog is such a safe place 💗 and i'd like to request you with chigiri, isagi, rin, reo and with yukimiya with a s/o who made a photobook about them with song lyrics. Like you see it in pinterest 😭😭😭 you can add more charachters if you want thank you sm💗 also s/o can be female or gender natural have a great day!! 💝💝

Glad to hear my blog is a safe space for you!!💟

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

Chigiri

-he was very surprised when you hand the photobook to him and at first, he doesn't really understand what it is but as soon as he sees te first page, he realizes what you made and is already speechless

-about three pages into it, his heart starts beating really fast from all the love he's feeling right now. He really wants to say something, but is still speechless and doesn't get a single word out

-the sparkle his eyes and the smile oon his lips tell you enough about what he's feeling, though

-right after he finishes looking through the entire photobook, he flips through it a second time because he just adores it so much he needs to see it again immediately!!

Isagi

-starts tearing up while he flips through it but tries not to cry

-he stares at every page for at least thirty seconds. He has to see EVERY detail to not miss anything

-he says something about every page while looking at it!! Mostly he just repeats things like "That's so cute" and "You didn't need to do this" because he's a bit overwhelmed by the fact that you put so much effort into it

-starts bawling his eyes out when he sees a photo from your first date on the last page

Rin

-he silently flips through the entire photobook and barely says a word while he looks at everything

-he takes his time. He looks at every single photo and reads every single lyric, making sure he doesn't oversee anything

-when he finishes, he puts the book aside and pulls you into the tightest hug you've ever got

-he keeps repeating how much he loves you and asks how long it took you to make the photobook

Reo

-barely looks at the first two pages of the photobook and already gets overwhelmed so much with love, he has to put it aside

-he showers you with lots of kisses and literally doesn't stop thanking you!! He won't stop until he's given you at least 100 kisses

-it's his favourite present he's ever gotten and he promises to flip through it at least once a day. He appreciated the work you put into it very much and

Yukimiya

-he looks at the photobook like a little child looks at their christmas presents

-he recognizes every single lyric and what song they're from immediately. He points them out every time as well!

-halfway into it, he cries a little because not only the lyrics, but also the photos make him very emotional. Just seeing the photos of you two brings back memories of happy moments and how many more are to come!!

-he asks you to make a playlist with every song that appeared in the photobook and he's going to listen to it at least two times a day

#💟 maochira writes #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #chigiri x reader #chigiri x you #hyoma chigiri x reader #hyoma chigiri x you #isagi x reader #isagi x you #yoichi isagi x reader #yoichi isagi x you #rin x reader #rin x you #rin itoshi x reader #tin itoshi x you #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #yukimiya x reader #yukimiya x you #kenyu yukimiya x you #kenyu yukimiya x reader

[kai-anderson-whore]

The evans (what they're like drunk)

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Tate Langdon:

okay so I feel like tate would be so fun to get drunk with

•until he thinks of something sad then your his shoulder to cry on

•you'll probably end up crying too

•but besides that he'll play nirvana on repeat and will make you dance with him to about a girl

•you will definitely make out at Somepoint during the night

•that's the type of friendship you both have

Kit Walker:

•now kit is a pretty relaxed when he drinks which in my mind is probably like a few beers at night once the kids are asleep

•I'd imagine him with a record on probably elvis or sinatra sitting on his chair with you in one arm a cold beer in the other

•he'd be more loving when he has a drink or two in him placing kisses on your shoulders telling you sweet nothings

•just blissful

Kyle spencer post- death:

•now as we all know Kyle is a frat boy so he'd be a mess if he's completely hammered

•but he's the responsible one so that doesn't happen often

•he'd make sure your safe and that his frat brothers don't do stupid things

•but if he get so drunk he'd be like "y/n do you know how much I love your cute face" with smoochy lips 😘😘

Jimmy darling:

•we've seen it in the show he has his moment when he's drinking

•like tate one minute he can be happy singing songs that pop into his head without a care In the would to being all sad or angry if its missing his mother or just something stupid that pissed him off

•his hands will be all over you without a doubt he's a horny drunk

•you would tell him no if you are sober but if you drank with him then your going at it all night let's just say

James patrick march:

•Now as we all know james likes his whisky and absinthe and being dead he could literally drink anyone under the table

•he doesn't get wasted probably thinks it's distasteful but he did a few times before and let's just say he's a helpless romantic even drunk

•would literally shower you with live and affection and if you don't let him he's a whiny bitch

•"darling What's the matter please hug me" "James you reek of booze" "this is an outrage"

Rory monaghan:



•Rory will bombard all his social media platforms with videos of a night out like he would post every detail of the night

•instantly regrets it in the morning when he's hungover

•will definitely do weird dad dances and would want you to join him so he's not alone

•I feel like he's the type of drunk that would need to be on one of those backpacks kids have so they don't run away because the second your eyes leave him he's off and it will take ages to find him

•he would be one of those drunks that ask so many weird questions no one knows the answer to like "how are humans actually put on this earth it doesn't make sence"

(Kai Anderson)



•Now kai would stop drinking because he needs to stay sharp for the cult but if he's having a very bad day he would drink his problems away or fuck his stress out of you

•he's an angry drunk for sure would constantly snap at anyone in sight and throw glasses in the room

•if your there you could possibly calm bim down sometimes it's a no go but you try your best

•would definitely try and get into your panties but you say no because well he's drunk but kai is consistent and will not take no for a answer

(Jeff pfister)



•Jeff wouldn't drink since he's always off his tits with the coke but he might mix them both on occasion

•he would blackout not remember a single thing at all

•probably would make out with mutt since he's completely wasted

•would wake up the next morning with mutt not remembering a thing which freaks him out because he could had probably committed a crime and he wouldn't know but you were there the next morning with a photo gallery full of videos from the night before

(Austin sommers)



•Now we all know austin likes his alcohol but he also likes to still be fully aware of what's going on around him

•but once in a blue moon he would get hammered which he would never be away from karaoke singing all the cheesy hits like cotton eye Joe or barbie girl

•once your both home he would ask you to pamper him with face masks and what not, so you both lay on the bed with a face mask on some more whisky laughing and joking (I think this could be a fic?)

#american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #kit walker #tate langdon #ahs asylum #evan peters x reader #jimmy darling #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson #kyle spencer #austin sommers #ahs smut #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #ahs #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters icons #evan peters fluff #evan peters requests #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #evanpeters #evanpetersedit #headcanon

[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

“𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨?“

Inspo: Belle - Million Miles Away

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: She may have messed up, but you would always be the one to bring her back...

Warnings: Angst and fluffy as hell.

Words: 1546

“Why are you always like this, Y/n? It’s the last show. Why can’t you just wait?” Billie’s annoyed tone stung like a heated blade to your flesh. Delicate and sensitive to the pain she may not have intended to inflict on you. It wasn’t purposeful, but it still hurt nonetheless.

“I- I just can’t help it!” You wept. “I don’t like being alone.”

Billie huffed, moving around to the door. She was late for her show and she couldn’t deal with you right now. She was tired and ready to take a needed break from touring before she would have to start working on her next album. Whatever problems you had would need to be put on hold.

But right before she could exit, you caught her wrist. And without much thought, Bille ripped her hand from your grasp, accidentally hitting you. It took a long pause of Billie staring down at you. Her eyes were wide as she caught yours filled with tears whilst holding your cheek. A tight rope wrapped around her throat as she choked and stumbled over her words. Mind unable to process her own action.

By the time she figured out and was able to construct a string of words, you were already sprinting out of the green room. Tears spotted across your cheeks that hit the floor. Leaving a trail that Billie had no hope of following to make up for her mistake. And in a single moment, she saw every little moment spent with you flash behind her eyes. Your smile, laugh, voice, and beautiful eyes. Your voice rang through her head like a broken record repeating her name. “Billie. Billie. Billie…”

“Billie!” The superstar flinched at her brother’s sudden entrance into the green room. Her hands were tight around her phone as she looked up at Finneas. He jutted his thumb over his shoulder with a frown. “We got the show- What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Let’s just get this over with.” Billie brushed past him, and down the rather narrow and dusty halls.

It’d been a year since you left without a trace. You had booked a flight home back to Toronto after the incident. Billie tried to call and text, but you had changed your number without any chance for your girlfriend to apologize. She wasn't even sure if she had the right to call herself a girlfriend after what she did to you.

What she was sure of was the fact that she should’ve stayed with you a little longer. Gave you her time and attention to get whatever you needed off your chest. The separation had always been hard for you and she wished she took that into account before she ever went on tour.

This particular tour was ending with the stadium you had always wanted to perform in, Great Strahov in Prague. After this, she could be back in L.A. sitting in her own self-pity and feeling like absolute shit for losing something as sweet as you. Because if she was being honest, nothing had been the same since you left. Her life was on a constant loop. Each day began to fade into one another and look the same- it was breaking her down. And the time away from touring would only make it worse.

And going on stage was beginning to seem more like a hassle than it did before. At least when you were here, she didn’t have to hide her feelings from her fans. Now, she had to keep herself together until she was done where she would sob in her green room. Thinking of how good it would’ve been with you backstage waiting for her. Wondering how you would react to the stadium being jampacked and sold out. Your dream performance. She wishes you could see this. The countless phones in the sky and the sheer earth-shaking volume of the fans. Would you cry? Would you perform one of your songs on stage? Share this special moment with her. She wasn’t sure, but she wished she could have the answers.

She just missed everything you brought to her life. The countless great memories you gifted her were like a little orb that would begin to break off with each memory experienced. But she felt like there was so much more than what she had. An entire life with you that had yet to happen because of her actions. Did she deserve it; no. But she did believe that you deserved the world and everything in it. If she had the chance, she would give up the money just so she could have you back.

Now, that was all gone and she had to try and carry this guilt on her shoulders until she got over you and accepted herself. But she didn’t think she deserved that for herself. The images of you and her with kids living on a farm somewhere didn’t help either. They may be fantasies, but they were very true for a short time.

The show was slowly beginning to come to an end and Billie was sweating. Trying to give everything to the fans for this last show before she would be away working for a while. But in some way, she thinks the fans know that she was going through it. The news of her breakup shocked the world and it sent a shockwave through her fanbase that she hadn’t seen before. So, as much as she tried to give, they were given right back.

Billie took a moment and sat on stage. Panting as she tried to catch her breath. But the lights began to slowly fade, which made her glance around in confusion. She saw a few girls near the front reaching into their pockets and pulling out a small little orb. Whispering to one another as Billie’s frown deepened.

“Like glimmers in a flower. Like jewels in a dream.” An angelic voice played through the speakers and in Billie’s ear. The crowd began to scream in excitement for something that Billie had yet to understand. When she glanced back at her brother, she found him away from his instruments and standing nearby. A soft smile on his lips as he motioned for her to continue to watch. “The sky breathes life, love to everything.”

Looking forward, Billie saw a faint orange glow in the distance with one of the headlights above starting to glow brighter. “At times I've thought "I'm not enough". The chains that tied my heart.” That single orange glow moved down the center of the stadium in a slow walk. Billie had no idea who it was or what was going on, but she was beginning to relax. The voice soothed her to a rather tired and emotional state that was causing tears to sting behind her eyes. ”But there's still a path that lies ahead for you and I.”

The crowd's screams were growing louder, but they were masked by the instruments and voice that continued to project through the speakers. “Memories fade away. Clouds of yesterday. With no one to love. Is this life worth living?”

“Come back to me, and stay by my side. I feel my heart shake. Come, ease this ache.” Unable to comprehend or understand what was happening until the first glow got closer and finally met the small walkway. Slowly walking up the steps whilst singing. I'm standing over here, reaching for you. A million miles away, come back and stay.”

The large screens on either side of the stage slowly turned on with you there, singing. Here. Right now. Standing at least 10 feet away, it felt a whole lot more. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared at Billie with the happiest smile she had ever seen you with. Billie couldn’t contain the grip of her mic falling from her grasp as she placed both her hands over her mouth.

“No matter how far the memories may be. When I close my eyes, you're all that I see,” you sang, growing closer to Billie, who shook her head in disbelief. “Come back to me. A million miles away, come back and stay.”

Standing face to face, Billie couldn’t help but latch onto you. You did the same, beginning to sob into her shoulder as your arms tightened around her. “I love you. I never stopped loving you, Billie.” Your reassurance only made her break further as you held her up. Like you always did and would continue to do.

Pulling away and holding her face softly. Her eyes filled with tears as she hesitantly looked up at you. Seeing you smiling softly as your thumbs brushed across her cheeks, ridding the tears from her.

“La-la-la-la,” you sang softly, voice cracking as Billie joined in. “La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”

Lights across the stadium from the little orbs those girls had pulled out started to glow brightly. Creating an ocean of lights that took Billie’s breath away when she looked. The entire crowd began to sing the same melody. Only faint keys from a piano playing faintly in the background.

Cupping her face once more, Billie looked up at you. “No matter how far we may be. No matter what happens, baby. I’m always going to love you.”

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x black!reader #billie eilish x black!fem!reader #billie eilish x black fem reader #billie eilish x black reader #Billie Eilish #x black reader #x black!reader #x black!fem!reader #x black fem reader #poc reader #x poc reader #x fem!reader #billie eilish x fem!reader

[this-is-krikkit]

Uh uh uh, character ask game sounds like a great chance to ramble about Vitya!! Please 5, 12, and 25 for our beloved russian cinnamon roll ⛸️🥇

send me a character (hint: i don't mind getting victor again!!!) + one or more of these question!

VITYAAAAAA OMG THANK YOU FOR PICKING HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! I'M TOTALLY normal about this ask wow.

okay, okay i'm calm. i'm fine. i can reply. deep breaths.

5. what's the first song that comes to mind when you think about him?

that's a good question! i have several songs that come to mind considering how his character and his relationship with Yuuri grow over the course of the anime, but during the first few eps, i totally feel like (if you're wondering if i want you to) i want you to by weezer fits Victor's time in Hasetsu! starting when he realized Yuuri wouldn't respond to his aggressive come-on tactics, and therefore spent the whole summer pining after him and dropping hints and still not getting what he'd initially come for x)

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

in a future AU where Victuuri has children, Victor is the strict dad!! to his human kids but not the pups obviously

don't get me wrong, he goofs around a lot and he adores playing and messing with his kids, he loves them soooo much and he shows them every single damn day, unlike his own parents (i hc them either as dead when he was young, or emotionally distant).

but imo, he's also very intent on not leaving them to their own devices to figure out shit on their own from an early age (like he had to do himself). these kids are going to be sat down and given multiple chances to explain themselves when they did something wrong, they're gonna get grounded (with a hug and a kiss, always, because proofs of love and affection are unconditional) when they deserve to, they're going to get a very extensive and absolutely mortifying Sex Talk with multiple hand picked recommendations for resources to find out more that Victor spent a whole ass month putting together, and they're not going to be (too) spoiled no matter how much it hurts Vitya's heart to stop himself from buying all the silly stuff he wants to (don't tell the kids, but he spoils Yuuri instead). i love picturing him being this unexpectedly responsible, and imagining Yurio continuously telling him that, of all the shit he pulled off in his life, this is by far the most surprising of the lot! *crying in Soft Victuuri Parents AU*

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

well to be honest, i first thought he was basically a hot Himbo who was bored out of his mind and took the first excuse/flight he found to flee out of a life he couldn't stand anymore and get some adorable fan's dick on the other side of the world. which imo was equal parts Extra™️ + irresponsibly silly considering his career + incredibly brave... and then he needed like one week to fall in love and started pining like a fucking moron, which i found so, so damn endearing.

and THEN EPISODE TEN HAPPENED AND I- do i need to repeat the novel-length message i sent you about this the other day when we talked about this?? i don't think so. but i will say that this ep definitely made me fall even more in love with him, because it hints at so much unhappiness in his life before he met Yuuri??? and that only accentuates how brave he was to get himself out of that darkness and towards Yuuri's light (when he had no actual way of knowing how he'd be received, and was even severely rebuffed when he did get to Japan), i just.. i'm tearing up. he's a fucking legend, and i don't mean in the figure skating community only. i love him so much Nube!!!! *crying harder now*

#victor nikiforov #yuri on ice #mutuals #victuuri #nube55 #mutuals asks #asks #long post #victor nikiforov hc #yoi hc #yoi headcanon #i* #thank you so much for the opportunity to RAMBLE ABOUT THE LOML

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Dear mutuals, how are you all doing????

After so long since my last WIP Wednesday, allow me to share with you a few words from all the chapters I have been working on while I was without WIFI!! <3 I truly hope you will like them!

(...) “I dare beg your pardon, mademoiselle,” Mathias murmured, his hands leaving the keys of the piano as if they had suddenly turned scalding hot. “It was not my intention to cause you torment,” With a quick gesture, he put on his soft gloves again, hiding away his scars, feeling the shame he always felt at the sight of them.

When Dorothea raised her face from her own hands to look at him, eyes were swollen from all the crying or her nose and cheeks splotched with white and purple stains, Mathias felt mortified for having been the cause of such heartbreak.

What caught him off guard and caused him to feel washed over with sympathy for her was the absolute emptiness inside those gray irises. That void, that absolute desolation, he had seen it and known it, times and times over, every single moment his dark eyes had the misfortune of landing in a mirror, after the great fire, when he thought there was no hope for a better day, no consolation in knowing that the dark of the night would soon end and the sun would kiss him again with his rays.

He stood there one moment longer, apprehension growing in his chest for he felt unfit in how to approach her, not knowledgeable in what to do or say to bring whatever comfort he could to that strange woman.

Had she been one of his sisters, he would have taken her in his arms and embraced her until all tears had left her; he would have jested, suggesting her that they could go for ride outside of Paris or pick up some flowers that he could braid in their hair.

But this woman was different, more akin to how his Lady Mother was in the way she carried herself. He tried to recall how his father would console his mother, but couldn’t.

He bowed his head, standing awkwardly next to the piano and considering if to take his leave so not to inconvenience her any further when she finally spoke.

She whispered something barely audible from the tightness of her throat.

“Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle, I…I am afraid I didn’t hear what you said,”

“It was my father’s favourite,” she repeated with broken voice, her eyes looking at the piano with desperate affection.

She stood up, the gown that Colette had given her almost creating a tray behind her for how much bigger it was, it almost made her look like a ghost.

“I was afraid I would forget it, afraid that whatever happened to me - whatever made me lose my mind - might also take away whatever memories I had of the people I loved the most. So, I wrote the song down,” she started to say, heavy tears started to roll down her cheeks again as she caressed the keys with gentle hand.

Mathias could understand only partially what she said, but the pain behind her words was unmistakable.

“Your father played the piano, mademoiselle?”

She nodded, as a tiny smile full of bitter regret touched her lips.

“He did. He does. Splendidly so,” she hiccuped, heart squeezing in her chest. “As a child, I could always hear him playing at night. I would sneak out of my bedroom and sit just outside his solar door, listening. My mother used to sit beside him, there, always there, always at his right, and they would sing and sing and sing to one another, laughing. Byron would find me asleep in the corridor, and tuck me away in bed, and then I would dream of songs and laughter and dances and happiness,”

She sat at the piano bench, pressing one or two keys, before lowering her head to give her tears way to fall in silence once more, staining the light fabric of the nightgown as they landed on her knees. Her chest heaved, the only sign that she was sobbing, holding within all of her pain.

Mathias’s eyes turned down in sadness in seeing all that suffering.

Gently kneeling at her side, he looked at her, offering his most comforting smile.

“I do not pretend to fully comprehend what happened, Mademoiselle, nor am I so presumptuous to say that I know what you must feel. But I promise, on my honour, we will discover what happened to you, and if there is a way to bring you back to your family, if there is a path, we will find it. You have my word. As an Assassin.” Dorothea raised her eyes, furrowing her brow for a moment. Assassin? (............)

(......) “Kill him.” Byron murmured. “But Lord Harrison-“ Byron walked up to his face. “If you think Lord Starrick would allow any piety toward our enemies, you have no wits to yourself whatsoever. Kill him, Master Barclay. I won’t ask it again.” Markus’ whole face transformed, body reacted almost against his will, and with hands trembling, he made the mistake of looking for one moment into the eyes of the Assassin sitting on the floor. The silent plea of mercy was there, all written in watery blue eyes. The gun went off with a deafening boom. Byron looked once more to the desolated rest of the two Assassins, his face not letting transpire a single emotion. If anyone were to look upon him, one would have thought him bored by the whole ordeal. But this would have been the furthest from the truth. He looked at Markus, whose face was pale and covered in sweat as if he was about to either retch or pass out. Byron narrowed his eyes as he walked just by him, his footsteps heavy as if to underline the solemnity of his pace He stood by the Master Templar without so much deigning him of a glance. When he spoke, he saw the man flinching. “I do not take insubordination kindly, Markus. Defy my order again and I will make sure that no one will ever find you ever again. You have taken an oath. You were given a second chance and I will make sure that you follow through with it. I will see you abide by it by any means necessary, or I swear on what I hold most dear in this life, I will make you regret the day you have set foot inside the Manor. Understood?” Markus turned to look toward the man that was towering over him, his voice a squawk that died in his chest before it could pass through his lips. A shaky nod was all that he could muster. Satisfied with the response, Byron walked past him, never turning to face either the Master Templar or the slaughter of the room. As he walked past the entrance door, he saw Victor reaching out to him, his dark eyes looking just past his shoulders with worries. “Mylord,” “Yes, Master Dorian?” “I received a message from Master Starrick the Youngest. You are needed in White Chapel as soon as you can,” Byron nodded, as he took the short telegram from his pupil’s hands. He skimmed through the message with careful attention: even if the words were written with great economy, the urgency of its tone couldn’t be denied. When he raised his eyes to meet Victor Dorian’s apprehensive gaze, his lips were thinned in a grimace of almost satisfaction. “Your Commands, My Lord?” “I shall answer the Young Master Starrick’s call. I will go alone. Keep Markus with you. And before you head back to London-“ Byron turned to look at the small house, hatred seeping into all his being like a poison spreading in his veins with every heartbeat.”- Burn everything and then spread salt upon the soil. I want to see this place erased from the face of the Earth,”

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#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Unity #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #In The Heat Of The Moment #Confluence #AC: Syndicate - In The Heat Of The Moment #AC:Unity- Confluence #Dorothea Starrick #Mathias De Beaumont #Byron Harrison #Markus Barclay #Victor Dorian #my ocs #Nemo Writes #WIP

[xiament]

best friends? Right

Me and jack were at my childhood home I had met up with jack while he was in tour and he was also in my Hometown after he had finished his sets we went to my childhood home.

My parents are on vacation and Nadine been to the house in a long time being they started traveling a lot when I got older and they retired.

We started in the basement and made our way throughout the house filled with my memories as a kid.

“ do you want to go up to me room” I asked jack in which he game me a gummy smile and turned his head sideways and played with his beard as if he was thinking about it:

“ Lead the way mama” I grabbed his hands and he slightly surprised him and he looked down at our hands with a smile and then we started stepping upstairs to my room.

“Welcome to my childhood room” as I opened the door and moved out of the way to let him in he walked in and I followed after.

“Mama you room is so you” jack said looking at all the posters I had in my walls and the pictures of me and my friends but my plants were still alive my parents had someone take care of them.

“I see the plants are in good health “ jack said he knew I loved plants.

“Of course momma couldn’t let her babies die what kind of mother would that make me” I said

“You’d be a great mom to ours” I heard jack say loud and clear but I had always had crush on Jack so I had to make sure he said what I heard him say 100%.

“What” I stopped cooing at my plants and turned around so see Jack looking everywhere but at me.

“What you mean what” he repeated

“I mean what as in what did you say” I challenge walking closer to me ever so slightly with each step closing the gap between us.

Much like Jack I was a huge tease and a flirt so when ever we got together it was like a competition to see who could make the other smile or blush in jacks case more.

All jack did was look at me with a smile growing bigger and bigger the closer I got to him eventually we were chest to chest me looking up at him him looking down at me.

Until his eyes landed in something else

“You have a record player” he said looking behind me to the part of my room that had all my music things in it.

“Yes I love records” I said it was true I had every one I thought held some weight in the way I viewed music from Freddy Mercury to 2Pac and everything including I made sure to get the record version of any song that spoke to me.

I walked over to where my record shelf was everything was still how I had it after looking for a while I settled on a record.

“ do you remember the words to that song” I asked Jack was I set up the record to play.

“What song”

“ if I was your best friend” I started making my giggle

“Want you round all the time” I said in a song song voice as I stepped to him.

“Could I be your best friend “ I said looking up at him again he put his hand around my waist pulling me in never breaking eye contact.

“ if you promise you’ll be mine” I finished off something I don’t know what but I felt something pulling us together and then we connected.

“ I want you to be my everything including best friend” he said with his lips hovering over mine all I could to is nod with a dopey smile then we connected again and again.

After braking up to catch our breath he pulled me up in his arms my legs instantly wrapping around him and we swayed to the music.

“That’s how me and mommy got together ” I heard jack softly say rubbing my belly and I couldn’t hold it in anymore I started crying.

Immediately sending jack into over drive

“What wrong mama” he asked me I just shook my head nothing and layer in his chest.

“ I love you Mr.Harlow” I said with a yawn

“I love you more mama Harlow” jack said and I was pulled back into sleep with a single thought on my mind.

I love him

#jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow x y/n

[dinopant]

You were written up for telling a swiftie to not play her Taylor Playlist?? Please tell that story, that's so wild sjfbjsbd

DSJKGHKJD

it really wasnt anything big or special honestly

but uh, the day the taylor swift playlist got re-added aback to the starbucks radio rotation

my coworker who looOOVES Taylor Swift, spent the whole day repeatably turning the radio back to the taylor swift playlist, for out ENTIRE shift. Telling everyone around her all the taylor swift trivia she knew about every song

i didnt say anything! its not a big deal, i think its annoying but whatever. i have bigger fish to fry and care about.

BUT, that same day I was just informed my car was beyond help and was not drivable, so i was without a car

fucking sucks, but i was taking it in strides, as it was all I could do. Be a big boy and just deal

but i go back in two days later, tired, the car stress has started to actually settle in, and its a the day starbucks is doing their stupid half price all ice drinks and its so fucking busy

im really not feelin it! i really didnt want to be there but, sucks to suck, get through the day

but uh, i was like

i wanna do something nice for me! im gonna turn the 80s playlist on, its my favorite

so i queue up the 80s to play

and my Swiftie coworker, who didnt see me do this, had no idea i had just selected a playlist

overrides that choice and put the taylor swift playlist on again

long story short, I told her in qoute 'I cant take anymore taylor swift, i cant fucking take it today'

a bit too loud, a bit too venomous and on the floor in front of customers

i immediately left the bar and went to the bathroom to cry and calm down, realizing i was in no shape to talk to others without being rude. I asked my coworker to come to the back so i may apologize for my behavior, for like. 10 minutes.

and i got someone to cover my shift and i went home unable to continue my shift in my state.

In my YEARS of working, i have never snapped at anyone, or had to leave work early. its just not something iv done and i know i was in the wrong

anyways, that coworker despite everything still went to our store manager to tell her what happen and that 'i know this isnt Sammi's normal behavior, but he made me uncomfortable'

so in short, i was written up for a single moment of rudeness toward the Swiftie at work after she wouldnt stop playing tayolor swift music nonstop.

[randomfoggytiger]

Also curious about 9 and 21... :)

Thanks for dropping back back in! :DDDDD

9. Hmmmm, no unfinished fics; but I have a few free-floating metas around. Two? three? that are for the randomfoggytiger Christmas presents. And, actually, I might have one in my drafts that I forgot about. (Drafts are mostly filled with fic lists and a sentence or two to flesh out later.)

21. Quite a few! ;))) I treasure each tag and I treasure the repeat readers or viewers who like my work and I treasure the rare drop-in. All have their advantages, and all are the spice of life~.

However, my specific, prominent memories were a bit long; so I had to include a cut.

You replying to each and every one of my HTGSC meta posts with an enthusiastic gif really, really made the work I put into that series worth it and more. I looked forward to putting out each post and running to the tags to read you and @baronessblixen and @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure comments (all of which I treasure); and I'd even include sections or points I thought would be particularly interesting for the three of you to come across organically as you read. ;)))

The support behind my first "Musical" X-Files episode edit was so kind that I pop them open to reread occasionally; and it was @baronessblixen's enthusiasm for the section where Scully walks in and the music softly changes that gave me the extra push to work on the next one--TINH: Scully's Solo-- which I believe is my favorite despite its inadequate lip sync at times (that song gets me every time.) Not to mention she and @demon-fetal-harvest left the first two (of three) comments that still make me tear up, mainly because it was such a rewarding moment for an editingfoggytiger.

I've already said every single comment on "Son of Egypt" because it was my first fic and everyone I tagged piled on and left something so, so wonderful in the reblogs; but ALSO every single comment on "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully". The first fic was a shoot-from-the-hip, the second was more "planned"; and I couldn't be more awed and thrilled that both were so well-received.

Specific fic moments that meant a lot (because I'll do an overview sometime before the New Year, I've just decided): @baronessblixen loving the banter in my longer, bantery fics ("Time Passing in Moments" and "Something Approaching a Normal Life" and "I Think He's a Hard Kid to Love"), which is my favorite style to write; @agent-troi crying a little over "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully", and tagging "naughty naughty puffball" (which I quote in unhealthy doses) on my AU Queequeg fic ("Regardless of His Actions Last Night"); @amplifyme's poignant encouragement as I flexed my writing muscle (and that my Krycek fic was one of her reblogs~); @perpetually-weirdening and @baronessblixen enjoying the comedy I didn't know I'd written into "How Much You're Like Ahab"; @nachosncheezies's tags on "My Religious Convictions Are Hardly the Issue Here" making me feel like a peacock; and @xxsksxxx and @tossingmyglossymane and @stephy-gold and @wexleresque (and agent-troi and you!) enjoying how all their prompts turned out~. (And every single comment on “Kids Today, Huh?” because it was out of my canon wheelhouse and I worked hard to maintain their more mature relationship while sidestepping IWTB and Revival requirements.)

And I just wrapped up Eight Nights of Mulder-- my second fic event (and first personally created event! with friends!)-- with fics I'd written the previous month; and, though their style was a bit wonky for my norm (weird writer things that happen), they turned out alright, I think. The comments on Day 2 (and the not-Hanukkah wedding swan getting broken) were a highlight, ngl. ;)))

And that's that! XDDD It was long; but I had a lot to say, apparently.

Drop in anytime; and thanks, again, for the ask! :DDD

#asks #welsharcher #fanfic asks #this one got looooooooooooooooooong #and believe it or not I chopped it short

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Cersei! Or Jaime/Cersei!

CERSEI MY LOVE. Oh, with her I feel like I'm allowed to make this a shitpost. This will be ridiculous but I'll have fun

Cersei

Like a Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal.

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

So take me as I am This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous And I'm going to extremes Tomorrow I will change And today won't mean a thing I'm a bitch I'm a lover I'm a child I'm a mother I'm a sinner I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell I'm your dream I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way

What You Waiting For? by Gwen Stefani

Like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself You know it all by heart Why are you standing in one place? (Uh-huh) Born to blossom, bloom to perish Your moment will run out 'cause of your sex chromosome I know it's so messed up how our society all thinks (for sure) Life is short, you're capable (uh-huh) Oh, oh-oh Look at your watch now You're still a super hot female You got your million dollar contract And they're all waiting for your hot track

Fucked My Way Up To The Top by Lana del Rey

I'm a dragon lion, you're a whore Don't even know what you're good for Mimicking me is a fucking bore To me, but babe Lay me down tonight In my diamonds and pearls Tell me something nice About your favorite girl

King by Florence + the Machine

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape Just when you think you have it figured out Something new begins to take What strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

Jaime x Cersei

Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac

Rock on, ancient queen Follow those who pale in your shadow Rulers make bad lovers You better put your kingdom up for sale, up for sale Well, did she make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love? Well, is it over now? Do you know how? Pick up the pieces and go home

The Lion's Roar by First Aid Kit

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you About the way your world can alter And oh how you try to command it all still Every single time it all shifts one way or the other And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do

Michelle/La Femme Michelle by Sir Chloe

Fun enough there are two versions of this song. I like to believe the first one is Jaime struggling but the second one is him coming to terms with who Cersei really is.

Walk in the room Watching you smoke I'm such a fool Take off your coat You know just how to be cruel When you shake your hips that way I don't care what you say Michelle Michelle You are a monster from Hell

Yes by Coldplay

(Shut up. I don't care. I pretended not to like that band for years because of the implications. I like their old stuff.)

When it started, we had high hopes Now my back's on the line, my back's on the ropes When it started, we were alright But night makes a fool of us in the daylight There we were dying of frustration Singing, "Lord, lead me not into temptation" But it's not easy when she turns you on

Ready To Let Go by Cage The Elephant

Sun went down, sun went down over Pompeii On both sides the vow was broken Oh my my, I'm the one Trying to hide this damage done One day, all our secrets will be spoken As we slow dance, I became your statue, frozen 'Times I wonder, are we just a puff of smoke? Yeah Underneath this bed of ashes Still withholding everything Like we were never close

#theostrichsdaughter #Hey just be happy I didn't add Blonde Bad and Beautiful to this #speaking #cersei x jaime #cersei lannister

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Author's note: This is just a silly little drabble I wrote just now because I was inspired by a song that's been playing on repeat for days now..

Word count: 693

Trigger warning: Suicide, Self-Harm, Blood, Gore

It didn't last as long as she wanted. The warm hugs, the way he told her every time she thought she was ugly, he reassured her she was beautiful. The way she would cry over nothing, and he was there to comfort her through it all. 

It didn't matter what insecurities she held, he was there to make it all melt away like cotton candy being licked away. Any time she was threatening to leave this world by cutting or other means of suicide, he was there to stop her. 

As tempting as it would be to go along with it and even kill himself with her, he couldn't do it. He wouldn't. Instead, he always coaxed her into continuing to live out her life with him by her side. 

Even when things got rough and she didn't know who she was anymore, he was there to remind her. Her hazel eyes were always the same to him that remained constant. Shining brilliantly in the light and glowing yellow in the night. Cat eyes he liked to call them. Mischievous and curious about the world around her. 

Her beautiful long brown hair that he couldn't quite put into words of description. But he could sure try. Brown like warm hot chocolate. Blond streaks like the finest gold. Fiery red streaks like the first flicker of a campfire. She was free spirited and refused to stay in one place for too long. 

But she also went through times of not trusting the world and confining herself to her room for days, weeks, maybe even months and refused to eat or sleep. The world was dangerous to her in those moments. No one to be trusted. Not even Him at times it seemed. 

And so her vicious pattern repeated. She cried and cried over nothing. And he was there to try and hold her. This time she refused to be held. Refused to be coaxed. “You'll always see me as a dumb blond!” She cried and he didn't understand a word. There was no context and yet, he understood exactly what she meant. 

The world perceived her as a fool. Someone who could be easily molded and taken advantage of. She was in her defensive mode and wouldn't allow anyone to get close enough. Like a large flame being constantly fed by lighter fluid, no one could put her out. 

He didn't know what to do. He was stumped. This time, he couldn't try a damn thing. He didn't know how to fix this. She held the blade in hand. “Stay away from me.” She growled as he approached her closely but he was too conscious of her holding it dangerously close to her wrist. 

The door to the bathroom closed and the lock clicked. He couldn't get in, she told herself as she started the shower head. Hot steaming water pouring out as she stepped in. It wouldn't hurt anymore she told herself. “Just.. a little.. a little more.” 

She dragged the blade across her skin, breaking it and watching the blood bubble up to the surface. Not a cry, not a single flinch came from her. She was not afraid. Her tears streaming her face were happy tears of relief. “Finally.. finally I will cut myself free from this life.” 

Her body relaxed into the tub although the shower head was spreading hot water onto her blood stained body. The water droplets decorating her are like fine art of condensation on a glass. She could hear screaming and banging on the door but it sounded distant. Almost as if it were a dream. Yes, this was a dream she thought to herself as her body grew cold. “I'll wake up soon enough in his arms.” She whispered with a smile on her face as she slowly closed her eyes. 

“My dear, Azalea.” He whispered with a single tear rolling down his cheek. “You've wilted into nothingness… how could this have happened?” It was just a minor slip up. He could've done something more..right? There must be something more he could've done. But he was too late for action now.

“..My dear, Azalea.”

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #zai writes #osamu dazai #she/her #depression trigger warning #suicide trigger #cutting trigger #trigger warning #blood trigger #tw: self harm #angst drabble #bsd angst

[septembersghost]

i love your review of elvis. i had previously kind of resisted seeing baz's films, just having the impression that they were going to be Too Much for me, but when i heard he was tackling an elvis film, i thought the energies seemed to fit, even though i didn't know much about either man. but if his other films have that same effect of worming under your skin, i need to watch them all. i saw elvis four times in theaters and haven't stopped thinking about it/elvis for a single day since, it's outrageous. i think it makes so much sense to have an outside narrator of elvis' story drive the film. austin shows us the dynamic complexity of elvis through his every movement, but the film and the colonel and the audience are still crying to cage him into that still-life image, inserting distance between us and him. i think the film is always thinking about whether that distance is necessary to actually "love" a person you don't know, but that is the same question that paralyzed elvis with fear. his deep sense of isolation was always fighting against his love for other people and his longing to be on the ground with them, but he sensed that he couldn't let anyone see how much he was struggling lest they pull away. i keep thinking about how the first lyric we hear is "oh, let our love survive," and the film is like ... how much are you going to suffer to keep it going? and who tricked you into thinking you didn't deserve to be loved without giving so much of yourself away? it definitely works as a reflection on hollywood and culture, but it becomes more deeply personal and compassionate toward elvis the more you know about him. <3

chelsea! first of all, i never did take a moment to say how glad i am to see you again and to have you here <333

baz's signature is doing The Most and giving softly dreamy to intensely spliced energy to The Aesthetic, but he somehow manages this in a way that ends up being emotionally affecting and clings to you after viewing. (i think his only film i haven't seen is Australia.) he has a very specific signature and style influenced by his passion for dance/music/fashion, and it's fun seeing how he decides to express that and utilize it as an essential aspect of the storytelling, plus catherine martin makes such beautiful costumes for everything that are illustrative of character and design in such a rich way. i definitely understand why you might have thought his films would be a lot! but since you did enjoy elvis, i wouldn't hesitate to encourage you to give his others a try! moulin rouge remains a particular nostalgic favorite to me (i used to have a moulin rouge poster on my door as a teenager, i still remember my dad buying it for me in the mall. it was one of thee movies for me in high-school. my ex-best friend and i used to blast the soundtrack on repeat, one time during lunch in the classroom we used to hide out in, he jumped on a table to reenact ewan mcgregor singing your song. when i was first very ill, it was a movie i put on a lot. i'm sure this reveals something about me spiritually lol).

something with baz's style that comes through is the incandescent power of music and its deep connection to us. music is always almost like its own character, and he plays with interjecting those anachronistic pieces to give the stories a modernist edge while still staying rooted in their own times, which is very interesting! i loved the strong mix of elvis' own music with the honor to the gospel/r&b/black artists who influenced and inspired him, further mixed with artists he himself inspired and who are creating work now. it made those threads so potent and alive. you're right that the energies match well.

you described this beautifully, i honestly think reading this helped me sort through some of my thoughts and put parts of the film into better context! we have that distance because we're constantly observing, as an audience even when we do feel that sense of love and admiration/appreciation for an artist, there's also a certain complicity because we can never actually know them, and we do inherently want something from them. we can never be undemanding of them as humans, it's that tension where we cherish the art, but we're also by necessity consumers of it. we can't help but be part of the pressure and the noise, even when we try our best to exercise that with empathy for a person. there is an uncrossable distance.

austin shows us the dynamic complexity of elvis through his every movement, but the film and the colonel and the audience are still crying to cage him into that still-life image !!! exactly, and that's what i was referring to a bit in how the idea of an everlasting image haunts me at times, because that can never be a fully realized acknowledgment of anyone. the indelible iconography of it all becomes so much bigger than life that if we want to find the humanistic reality again, it takes some excavation. that's fascinating and heartbreaking to me.

the predatory nature of that framing device gives a lingering sadness to it too, where we are put both into the perspective of our place as audience members, but we also become emotionally connected to the person elvis was and have that reaction of sorrow. i kept wishing desperately that i could protect him from all the things. the ending as well, when it confronts that concept of "love" between an artist and their fans, and how massive that is, how it's intoxicating and enriching, but can also be corrosive. it's difficult and it's moving and it's complicated to navigate.

i think the film is always thinking about whether that distance is necessary to actually "love" a person you don't know, but that is the same question that paralyzed elvis with fear. his deep sense of isolation was always fighting against his love for other people and his longing to be on the ground with them, but he sensed that he couldn't let anyone see how much he was struggling lest they pull away. yes, VERY much so. he tried so hard to conceal that hurt and those struggles because people depended on him, but also because he depended on them too and understandably feared the loss of that love.

the use of suspicious minds as the film's overarching theme was perfect. it totally reframed its meaning and made it speak to both his inner and outer life, to the weight of that fame and love and need.

the film is like ... how much are you going to suffer to keep it going? and who tricked you into thinking you didn't deserve to be loved without giving so much of yourself away? it definitely works as a reflection on hollywood and culture, but it becomes more deeply personal and compassionate toward elvis the more you know about him. absolutely. it's a big question and often sadly a universal one regarding culture and consumption, the expectations put on famous artists to give and give continuously without breaking or showing the cracks (which is impossible and harmful), the demands when such a bright spotlight becomes searing, the strain that comes even from adoration because it's not wholly real. it also subtly questions our fascination with that suffering without exploiting it for visceral shock value. i really appreciate the way the film handled the ending, for example, giving us enough without ever being cruel or relishing in the tragedy for the sake of it. the compassion there is so central.

i knew a bit about him personally, and was familiar with many of his biggest hits, just by virtue of cultural osmosis and the long-held interest i have in older films/music, but the film made me want to do deeper dives into the personal story and the deeper cuts of the music, and i'm loving exploring that, which makes it even more wonderful to be able to share with you! thank you for posting about him and the film because it's what sparked my interest even further to watch it! i've caught up on a lot of movies over the past couple of weeks, but i think elvis had the biggest impact on me, both in thinking about it and the expanse of its themes, and emotionally in feeling both for him and for the magic that exists in the way music keeps living forever. 💗

#joons #letterbox #this was such a joy to read thank you for sending it to me! #elvis #also not to expose sw*ftie brainrot but i keep thinking about the themes of elvis and dear reader #we're caught in a trap; i can't walk out; because i love you too much baby #if it feels like a trap you're already in one #you don't have to answer just 'cause they asked you #i wander through these nights; i prefer hiding in plain sight #my fourth drink in my hand; these desperate prayers of a cursed man #no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire #you should find another guiding light but i shine so bright #idk i could write a lot about this lol the thematic parallels hit me hard