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[4:05 PM] MIYA ATSUMU
you’ve decided that you cannot stand miya atsumu.
and you don’t mean that—at least not entirely—but he’s standing in front of you, bag slung over his shoulder and a stupid little smile dragging across his lips, and you’re sure if you had a little more faith in your fighting ability you would punch him.
“i’m just asking for one chance—and if you hate it you’ll never have to hear from me again.” he raises a brow and both of you know that’s more than a lie.
“not to be dramatic but i’d rather be caught dead than on a date with you ‘tsumu.”
“oh c’mon, you’re breaking my heart,” he hums.
and you’re sure you could kill him, “good.”
he laughs—breathy and warm and a little more appealing than you’d ever care to admit. and if he hadn’t asked you out three times this week—if he hadn’t brought flowers to your locker and insisted on walking you home and showed up at your door in a thunderstorm—you’re sure you would find him much less endearing.
“what about that coffee shop you like? the one downtown?” he raises his hands in the air, as if that’ll make his offer any more appealing. “i’ll buy you anything you want.”
“and if i order the most expensive thing on the menu?”
he grins, “i guess i’m buying the most expensive thing on the menu.”
oh, and you cannot stand miya atsumu. you can’t stand the way he smiles and you can’t stand the way he stands at your locker and you absolutely can’t stand that now, as he stands at your door in the pouring rain, he still has that pretty little smile on his face.
“and if i hate it i never have to hear from you again?” you ask.
“only if you hate it,” he replies.
you shift on your feet, eyeing him as he stands in your doorway, and you decide that the only thing you can’t stand more than atsumu is the fact that you’re so tempted to say yes.
“i’m gonna hate it.” he shakes his head.
“you think i’d let that happen after all this? not in a million years, angel.”
you sigh, hoping he doesn’t notice the smile that crawls up your cheeks.
“you seem a little too sure of yourself right now.”
“it’s confidence. you should try it sometime.” his gaze falls over your face and you already know you’ve set yourself up. “start by having some in me maybe.”
oh, how you hate him.
“one chance, miya.”
and he smirks, “one chance.”
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i would die for the post-canon lqr and wwx dynamic of them becoming close family through extreme acts of pettiness that aren’t even petty. lwj wakes up one morning to find wwx not in bed beside him and usually he would think ‘oh he pulled another all-nighter /: i’ll have to make him take a nap later’ or whatever but last night they definitely fell asleep together. fortunately, he only has a moment to be like i have been abandoned most cruelly, most unjustly before wwx bursts into the jingshi, covered in flour and his hair all disarray. and lwj is like ??? where have you been?? and wwx turns to him and he’s like lan zhan look i’ve made steamed buns for your uncle! his favourite sort! lwj is like that’s nice but why? also how do you know that? (even lwj doesn’t know what his uncle’s favourite type of buns are)
wwx looks him dead in the eye and is like well the other day when your uncle and i had our weekly tea i was telling him about a theory i was working on and then the next day he gave me a book from his personal library that was honestly really helpful and i’m so annoyed at him for doing that so i’m making him his favourite snack as revenge. and lwj has many questions,,, but mainly he’s wondering when his uncle and wwx started having tea together with a dash of how did he find out what his uncle’s favourite sort of buns are,,, but wwx’s already running off and lwj is just left alone in the jingshi to get ready for his day, abandoned most cruelly,,, like three hours later he sees his uncle reading some reports while eating wwx’s buns and every time lqr takes a bite he sends the bun a betrayed look like he can’t forgive the fact that they taste good.
and honestly,, that’s all i want,, wwx and lqr being like yes (: we have brunch together every tuesday and we know each other’s favourite foods and things the other person would like and i look forward to talking to him but obviously we don’t like each other and lxc is like uh okay (: that sounds about right (: while lwj is just glad that his family is warming up to wwx.
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The concept of My Chemical Romance is so insane.
Here we have four nerds from Nowhere, New Jersey that are talented in so many ways but are all mostly shut-ins. One was born on Halloween, two are brothers, and the last one is fantastic at guitar but will play literally anything just to be in a band.
And then things happen and these greasy little nobodies release their first record, which is rough sounding and full of screaming and just sometimes so bad sounding, that it's good.
And then another couple years pass and these same greasy little nobodies make another record; a concept album about a man killing a thousand evil souls to be with the woman he loves. They change their look to red and black attire and the lead singer wears paper white foundation and red eyeshadow and the same, smelly black suit at every show. They get tangled up with another band and the two lead singers have some reckless romance and nobody knows what really happened but something did. And, through it all, this band makes it and is on covers of magazines, covered in blood and dressed in black.
And THEN these guys make another record; another concept album, this time about a cancer patient and his reflections on life and death. They recorded this in a literal haunted mansion where every member of the band had encounters with supposed ghosts. The lead singer had literal night terrors while sleeping in this mansion. And it was a long and grueling process to make this record but then it was released and it was their most successful record to date. The entire band dressed up as some Victorian marching band members and actually performed as the very thing they created; "The Black Parade." They make a music video where they set the set of a previous music video on fire and during this, the lead singer and the drummer are injured. And the lead singer and the rhythm guitarist start making out on stage, making people believe something else is going on between them. And it's all so dramatic and theatrical and then the lead singer makes it sound like it's their last album.
But THEN, a few years later, they make another concept album, this time about rebels in the desert who walk around in colorful clothes and give a middle finger to the government and drive fast and live recklessly. This album is so different from all their other ones and yet so similar, because it still has that underlying theme of impending death, it's just masked by color. And the band dresses up as the characters they created, again. The lead singer dyes their hair bright red and wears chemical burn looking makeup. Afterward, they release a short "album," ten songs released in five parts. And everything is so vibrant and fun and then it ends.
They release a last song. "Fake Your Death." Seems like an odd thing to title a song after the break up of a band. After the death of something so intense and great, something that made people feel less alone and realize that it's okay to not fit in. Something that saved lives.
Theories are made, in hope that, someday, this band, this idea, would come back because, even though it may have left some people feeling better than before, there's still so many people that feel lost.
And then, six and a half years after they left, they come back, bursting with the same amount of energy, as if they never left. And then, not long after they come back from the dead, leaving cryptic, witchcraft-esque videos in their wake, the world goes to shit and their plans get thrown out the window, leaving us and them in waiting. Waiting for shows that some of us have waited our whole lives to see.
It's kind of unreal, the story of this band. Some of it sounds made up. Maybe it's nothing special to most but it sure as hell is to us.
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