#i have my own cheeky little methods of listening to music

[name-that-isnt]

If all vaati enthusiasts came together to make one collective playlist for him, how fast do u think it would become ooc?

#vaati #loz #i would host the playlist myself but #i don't use music streaming services cuz i hate ads #i have my own cheeky little methods of listening to music #maybe a yt playlist would work? #🧿 #🛡️

[wondersofdreaming]

My curls, your curls

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person, with thick curly hair)

Word count: 1.256

Warnings: There are a few sexy innuendoes mentioned, else it's fluff and cute and sugary sweet.

Author’s note: This is a boring piece of crap, because I haven't written anything good since January, and even then it was still a struggle to write. So I decided it was time to get out of the deep dark writer's block hole I've been buried in. Even though it's badly written and lacking some feeling and emotion, I hope it still conveys a little about how the captain feels about his wife.

Just a reminder to everyone that this is MY curly hair routine. It might not work for your hair type or your curls, but it works for me. My hair type is between 2c and 3a, I think, not sure though because every hair type website says different things. And I use the LCO method because it works for me, and add a curling gel after the cream because I want to give my hair some extra protection under the summer sun.

A list of the products used in this story is under the cut.

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MY MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

It was early morning. The sun was slowly creeping its warm rays over Syverson’s naked back. He yawned and turned around, wanting to cuddle with his gorgeous wife, but she was not where he had left her the night before. Exhausted and satisfied, sleeping in his arms. Instead, his hand landed on something furry, his dog Aika, who moved to lick his face.

“Thanks, girl, I’m awake now,” he grunted but smiled at the loving German Shepherd. He listened to where his gorgeous wife could be and heard the shower going.

The captain walked to the slightly open bathroom door and pushed it open. Dan + Shay’s new single ‘Glad you exist’ was blasting through the waterproof speaker. His wife was currently lathering up her hair with her favourite shampoo for curly-haired women. She used something he had learned was called a ‘shampoo brush’, she massaged her entire scalp with it and washed the soap off her hair, while singing along to the music.

Sy leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the view of his naked wife, while she washed her long curly hair. Next was the detangling process. She used a lot of conditioner and the weird looking big round brush with the many different sizes of bristles.

She hummed to the next song, not noticing the mountain-sized man watching her. Finishing up her shower, she stepped out and nearly screamed as she saw her husband smirking from the door.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” she told him breathlessly, as her hand went to her heart that was drumming away beneath her palm.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just couldn’t help myself,” he smiled. The captain stomped into the bathroom to give his wife a long sloppy kiss.

“I need to finish my routine,” she mumbled against his soft lips. He groaned, wanting more, but respected that her hair needed her attention more than he did. Instead, he sat on top of the toilet seat and watched as she flipped her head upside down.

She started with the leave-in-conditioner, slowly raking the creamy substance into her hair, then using a wet brush to comb it through, so every strand of hair would get some of the conditioner. Next in her routine, she squeezed a tiny dollop of hair cream onto her hand and applied it from the middle part of her hair to the ends.

After parting her hair by her temples, she used another brush, a styling brush she called it, to comb the soaking wet hair. Her motions were so soothing to watch, as she brushed through each section of her luscious hair. Next, she applied a frizz control gel. Sy watched as she carefully gathered the clumps of hair in her palms and lifted it towards her scalp before she started scrunching it. He could hear the wetness being squeezed, making the same noise as when she was overly wet and he was ramming uncontrollably into her.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked curiously, wondering how that would help her already beautiful looking hair, and he was trying to control his lustful thoughts.

“It helps define the hair and it creates volume,” she said a little out of breath. “Could you plug in my hairdryer with the diffuser, please?”

“Anything for you, my love,” he smacked her ass on his way to the cabinet, where he knew she stored her hairdryer.

He connected it and sat it down next to the sink. While he did that, she had put her hair in one of his old t-shirts. Sy remembered that he was about to donate a bunch of his old t-shirts when his wife had stopped him and said she could use them for drying her hair. He hadn’t understood why but had gladly given her the shirts. She slept in some of them and the rest were neatly stacked in a cabinet in the bathroom.

It made his heart skip a beat whenever he saw her in one of his shirts, old or new, she looked amazing no matter what.

The captain watched as she went through her skincare routine while waiting for her hair to dry a tiny bit. She was so meticulous about taking care of her skin, hair, Aika, and him too. She forced him to use sunscreen every single day, even on rainy days. Not just that, she had also implemented that he started taking care of his beard, so she had bought him a kit with a beard come, a tiny pair of scissors, beard shampoo and conditioner, and beard oil. His lovely wife had chosen the scent from her knowledge of what he liked, but also something she thought smelled amazing. It was musky with some apple undertones and hints of vanilla.

He was so far in his thoughts he didn’t notice it had been 10 minutes, not until his cheeky wife threw the wet t-shirt in his face.

“Hey!”

“Thought you needed a wake-up call,” she giggled. The soft sound of her happy voice just made his heart soar, and he forgot all about her little prank.

She diffused her hair until it was almost dry, and then turned around to look at her husband, who was sitting, looking scared as she stood with the diffuser like it was a rifle.

“Your turn, captain,” she teased.

“My turn for what?” he looked profoundly confused at his beloved woman, who stood before him in nothing but a bathrobe, her long curly hair cascading down her back.

“It’s time that we start on your curly hair routine too, dear husband.”

Sy looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He had quit the army a year earlier and had let his hair grow out, not wanting to waste time on cutting it every two weeks. He looked carefully at the dark brown curls sticking out in all directions.

His wife was standing in front of him, ready to guide him through it. He smiled at her and let her do her thing. She forced him into the shower, used her shampoo and conditioner. Then while he was sitting down. She used a curl enhancing cream to make his curl pop even more, and a gel so his curls would hold their, well, curl. He then managed to sit through 10 minutes of her hovering over his head with the diffuser.

The captain was rewarded with a kiss when she finished. She picked up a three toothed pick, called a ‘spriggle’ and lifted his curls for volume.

The last part of her hair care routine was to put in some argan oil to lock in the moisture. She handed Sy the spriggle.

“Will you lift my curls for me?”

He would do anything for his wife. Sit through a hair care routine, walk through fire, eat 40 hotdogs to win a teddy bear she had her eyes on, adopt all the dogs, cats, horses, goats, any animal at the shelter because she felt bad for them not having a loving home.

The woman who was not only his very best friend, having known her since kindergarten, but she was truly also the love of his life. The only human he needed to be happy. And she waited for him while he was in Iraq. She deserved everything she wished for and more.

This captain was utterly devoted to the woman who just threw her robe in his face, catching him off guard for the second time that morning, a soft smirk spread on her pink lips.

Products used:

Shea Moisture Coconut & Hibiscus Curl & Shine Shampoo and Conditioner

HEETA Shampoo Brush (Purple)

Michel Mercier hair detangler for thick hair

As I Am leave-in conditioner

Epic Professional Quick Dry Hair Brush

Briogeo Curl Charisma Rice amino Avocado Leave-In Defining Créme

Denman Classic Styling Brush 7 Rows - D3

Briogeo Curl Charisma Frizz Control Gel

Segbeauty Hair Diffuser attachment

The Spriggle

The Beard Struggle (Viking Storm scent)

Aveda be curly curl enhancer

Aveda confixor liquid gel

The Aveda products and the male curly hair routine is inspired by this video from Manes By Mell

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #Fanfiction #My story #Captain Syverson #henrycavillfanfic #Henry Cavill x female reader #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry x female reader #Henry x reader #My curls your curls

[celtics534]

What do you do when you’re facing a rough patch with writing -when things just aren’t flowing? Is there a special trick you have or a habit that helps snaps you out it? Just curious. Also, what is your favorite thing about writing Harry? Ginny? :) 💕

OHHH @velvethopewrites such a cool questions! I love it!!! This is gonna turn into an essay, so I hope you don’t mind :)

When I’m struggling with writing I have a few methods to fight the writers block. Sometimes I just need to read someone else amazing work so I’ll go on a hinny binge. I’ll re-read stories I’ve read before and find new ones that I fall in love with. By reading it get’s my own creative juices flowing, because it will make me think of things I want to read about. That’s how Covert Love came about. I’d read quite a few stories where Harry was set to protect Ginny, but I wanted one where Ginny didn’t know he was there to save her. So I started plotting out what I wanted. That’s also what made me start on Doom Days I wanted an apocalyptic world where Ginny and Harry fight the odds and find love.

If that doesn’t do it for me I’ll start listening to music with headphones on. Music is a huge inspiration for me and certain lyrics hit just perfectly to make me think of an idea. That’s how many of my fics have come about for me. Afterglow and Bad Reputation for examples.

Or there is always prompts. If I can’t work on any of my own ideas I’ll look up some prompts (from Tumblr or just randomly). Prompts are little triggers that just get it all started. With that baseline it makes the cogs slowly but surely run. Classified and At Least for Tonight are both prompts from different people, and both fics started a train of writing for me. 

Now why do I love writing Harry... There are so many things, but something I’ve always seen in Harry is that he’s a bit awkward. He’s amazing at so many things but he’s a bit awkward with people. He doesn’t always seem to understand what’s happening with the crowds around him or even within himself and that’s something I relate to and love trying to put into words. Also Harry is quick on his feet, he’s always good for a quick comeback. “No need to call me sir, professor”. I love trying to come up with those deadpan lines

Ginny... God In Ginny I see so much. She’s clever, cheeky, hilarious, loyal, but also guarded with closeted shyness. I’ve always seen her with a bit of her own awkwardness because what she puts out to the public is a front isn’t the true her. The Ginny Weasley of the papers is different than the real Ginny and I love exploring the concept that with certain people (Harry, Luna, Neville) she can stop hiding things. But also with all of that she was shown to have a twisted sense of humor and I love writing those quick lines. She doesn’t care what others think of her because she has that façade so she’s willing to say what others won’t.  

Hinny is my favorite couple because they complete each other. They see those traits I mentioned and fall in love with them, even though others might call them red flags. Not to mention the sassy banter that comes out between them.

Thank you @velvethopewrites for asking me all of that! I’d love to see if others feel the same as me or why they love writing/reading Harry and Ginny

#ask celtics #Writing Harry #Writing Ginny #Get out of Writers Block

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

“Compromise”

Spike x Summers! Reader

Warnings: language, make out scene, implied sex, nothing more than PG-13

Description: You hate bullies. Always have. You and Spike get into it when he continues joking about murdering your friends.

“Don’t go.”

You’re tangled up on the crypt’s couch after a long day of you studying and Spike trying to distract you from studying, but now your homework’s finished and it’s time for you to meet the gang at the Bronze.

“You could come with me,” you say, pushing him off of you lightly and standing up. Your notes and textbooks are littered across the floor from some unconventional study methods that took place earlier in the day, and you kneel to scoop them into your backpack.

Spike spreads out on the couch in the space you’ve left behind. “No thanks, love. I can barely keep myself from biting them now, even with the bloody chip. If Buffy and Riley make eyes at each other one more time in my presence, I might have to go for the jugular.”

It’s a small comment, no worse than some of the other things he’s said about them, but it rubs you the wrong way. It’s not so much that you thought he would stop hating your friends once you got together as you thought he would respect you enough to not hate them so loudly.

Your textbook thumps to the floor as you straighten, scowling. “Listen, I know you don’t like the Scoobies, but they’re my friends. You don’t have to come with me, but you can’t talk about them like that.”

Spike blinks at you. Then a slow grin slithers across his face. His fingers wrap around your wrist, drawing you toward his lap. “Hey, don’t be jealous. You know that if I got to bite anyone, you’d be my first—”

You yank out of his grip and pull on the straps of your backpack. “It’s not funny. Everyone else I’ve dated has gotten along fine with my friends. I mean, sure, they’ve noticed that Buffy gets into a lot of fights and Willow is into some darker stuff, but they would never try to isolate me from them. They’d make an effort, because they knew it was important to me.”

“Well, I’m not like everyone else you’ve dated, am I?” He gestures to the crypt, to his incisors. “The Slayer and I are natural enemies, in case you’ve forgotten. And by extension, her friends are my enemies, too.”

“And by extension,” you mimic, drawing your vowels out too much in a clumsy attempt at his accent. “So am I.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Your hands are planted on your hips now. You still have to change clothes and drop your backpack off at the house, so you’re definitely going to be late, but this conversation has been building up for awhile. You’re glad, in a sort of angry spiteful way, that it’s finally out in the open. “Because Buffy, Dawn, and I are blood. You can’t separate us. And you wanting to, that’s not love. That’s possession.”

He sits up at that, and you backpedal, taking two steps toward the door. You’re not afraid of him, but you are afraid of what he’s going to say. Of how you’ll respond. Blood is rushing to your head, making you rash. Despite the cold of the mausoleum, you’re red hot.

“So now you don’t think I love you?”

The words hang between you, thickening the air with heat and tension. His sleeves are rolled to his forearms and you can see his veins pop slightly when his fist clenches. He’s trying to keep calm, but it’s a struggle for him. It reminds you of just how quickly the tables could turn if he ever gets the chip out.

“You treat me like a man,” he says, after a beat too long of silence. “And I’m not talking about the little bit. I’m talking about them.” He spits the word out like it’s poisonous, like he needs to get the taste it leaves out of his mouth.

“Maybe they’d be more likely to treat you like a man if you stopped being such a—”

No. You can’t go there. You won’t come back from it.

You suck in a deep breath, square your shoulders.

“I don’t want to fight,” you say, even though you really, really do. Both of you have been itching for it. Things have been almost domestic lately, which would be nice if you hadn’t spent the past few years always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You don’t know what to do with comfortable. Neither does he. “I’m going to go meet the others at the Bronze. I’ll see you later.”

“Fine.” He picks the remote off the coffee table and flicks the TV on, drowns out your footsteps with a crime show that opens with gunshots, makes you flinch.

Outside the crypt, you pull a stake from your bag and begin your walk home. You’re not worried about anything attacking you. You’re angry enough to hold your own. But you’re also not stupid, and it would suck if your night out was interrupted by another kidnapping. After you stop by the house to slip into something less comfortable, you go straight for the club.

The building is crowded with sweaty teenagers. The band on stage tonight is a good one and the music is so loud that you can hear it thrumming in your chest, taste it in your mouth. You dance your way through the throng to your friends’ table. Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara, and Dawn are squished around a formica top, laughing and drinking and having such a good time that your bad mood dissipates. You pull up a stool and Xander wraps an arm over your shoulder.

“We were starting to think you weren’t coming,” Xander says. He’s got a fruity cocktail in front of him that makes you smile.

“I got a little held up. I’m going to get a drink. Does anyone else want anything?”

“I’ll take a margarita,” Dawn says hopefully, and you narrow your eyes until she revises. “A coke would be good.”

“Uh huh.”

You drape your jacket over your stool and stand back up. On your way to the bar, you spot Buffy and Riley on the dance floor. They look a little stiff, but you’re proud of them for making an effort. Things between them have been tense ever since Faith slept with him.

Thinking of Faith makes your need for a drink extra strong. You throw back a shot at the bar and then get another to go, almost forgetting to grab Dawn’s soda. The bartender is flirty tonight. He’s cute, clean-cut. You’ve seen him around before, always hard at work, making people laugh with his jokes and getting them to open up. If you didn’t have Spike, you’d take the number he slides your way. As it is, you shake your head and smile.

“Sorry,” you say, and he seems to understand, going back to mixing drinks and chatting up customers. It’s nice, to have someone take your no at face-value for once.

When you get back to the table, you’re surprised to see Spike in your spot. Even though his discomforted expression verges on constipated, he’s carrying on a conversation with Xander. Well, they’re bickering, but you know for a fact that Spike could be a lot more cutting if he wanted to.

You slide Dawn’s coke across to her and flick Xander’s ear when he insults your boyfriend.

“Hey!” He clasps his hand to the reddened cartilage and Anya rubs his shoulder soothingly, although the corners of her lips twitch.

The aren’t any chairs left and the table isn’t all that big anyway, so you stay standing, watching Spike’s face intently when your sister launches into a story about a friend of a friend at school who swears the girls’ bathroom is haunted. He’s nodding in all the right places, interjecting with “bullshit!” and “bloody hell!” to egg her on. He’s laying it on a bit thick, really, but it warms you better than the alcohol.

Dawn’s eating it up, though. She’s not often the center of attention for anything mundane. It’s always about her being the key, never about her as a person. Xander’s rolling his eyes at Spike’s sudden rapt attention, but you think it’s sweet.

When Tara makes a joke that no one else gets, Spike booms with laughter. When Willow goes off on a tangent about her computer class, he almost nods his head off. Finally, the group dissolves as Xander and Anya sneak off to have sex and Willow and Tara twirl on the dance floor.

You stay with Dawn, unwilling to leave her on her own with Glory around. Spike keeps the conversation flowing, but his questions about school are clumsy and his small talk is bumbling. It’s endearing for awhile, how little he understands today’s education system, but you turn the topic to generalities when Dawn kicks you under the table. She respects Spike, in her own strange way, and she’ll be embarrassed if he knows how poorly she’s doing.

Then it’s all favorite movies and gossip and dirty jokes, keeping the conversation light even as you have to shout to be heard over the music. You don’t even tell him off when he details one of his old world murders to Dawn, figuring that she’ll hear—and see—worse in her lifetime.

When Buffy and Riley come back to the table for a breather, the awkwardness creeps back in. After Spike flounders for the fourth time while trying to find a safe ground to land on, with Buffy and Riley both giving him the stink eye, you drag him off to a more secluded spot under the stairs.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to offend Sargeant Square,” Spike says, holding up his hands. “I thought everyone liked to bitch about work. I didn’t know he had been demoted.”

Instead of answering, you rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. His hands cup your cheeks automatically, but before he can pull you into something more heated, you lean back.

“I want to say thank you, before I forget,” you say. You wrap your arms around his waist, slip a hand into his back pocket teasingly. “And I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t do it for them.” His fingers trail down your neck, tangle briefly in your hair, squeeze your curves. Everyone’s too drunk to notice or care what you’re doing, so you allow it. “I still don’t like them.”

“That’s okay. We’ll work our way up to that.” He rolls his eyes, but he’s not in a bad mood, so you push your luck with a cheeky smile. “I can’t be your only friend.”

He scoffs. “I have lots of friends. You’ve just— you’ve never met them, because they’re dangerous.”

This strikes you as funny and you kiss him again, longer this time. Being here under the stairs, buzzed, wearing an outfit that’s maybe slightly too revealing, finding a slice of peace in the middle of a war, it’s all so good. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re so happy. You need to tell him something, but you don’t know if you have the words to convey exactly what you want. You try anyway.

“The bartender hit on me earlier.”

Spike grins unexpectedly. His teeth seem very sharp. You’re worried he might have eaten the man somehow when you weren’t looking when he says, “I saw.”

“I want you to know I didn’t—” You’re not drunk, certainly not drunk from only two drinks even though they were Bronze strength, but it takes you a minute. “Guys like that used to be my type. But I didn’t even think about it. I only want you.”

“That’s the only reason why I didn’t kill him. That and the chip.”

“That’s not funny,” you say, but he’s holding you in his arms and smiling down at you like he’s going to swallow you whole and it is, a little, because for the first time you’re sure he doesn’t mean it. He trusts you. And you trust him.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t protest when he leaves to go buy you another drink.

#spike x reader #spike #btvs season 5 #btvs x reader #btvs #buffy season 5 #buffy the vampire slayer #buffyverse #fanfiction

[inadaydream99]

Hi! I'm so glad I found someone who write Ateez scenarios. I've been looking for ages and now I found your blog and you're amazing! I was wondering if you would do an ateez scenario where they either catch the reading dancing, sing, rapping to their songs? Something cute and fluffy please ^-^ Thank you so much! 💜💜

Hi, thank you for this request! You’re so sweet, I’m really glad you like my writing! I hope you enjoy these scenarios and sorry this took so long 😁😁

Hongjoong

You were laying across the sofa with your earphones in, music blasting through them to mute the world outside. Of course you are listening to Ateez, them being your favourite group and also because you support your boyfriend, Hongjoong.

You sit up in excitement when Wave comes on, a huge grin on your face. It’s one of your favourite songs and you can’t help but sing/scream the lyrics out at the top of your lungs. As no one was home you let yourself become engrossed in the song, bouncing your head along to the music.

When Hongjoong’s part begins you instantly start trying to rap along. Continuing until the end of the song, and fall back on the sofa once again out of breath. You lay for a moment in silence, your eyes shut as you regain your breath only to open them when you feel a presence above you.

Upon opening your eyes, your vision is filled with Hongjoong smirking down at you. You gasp in shock, your face becoming flushed as you realise the look on his face means he must have whitnessed your little rendition previously.

“Ah, how long have you been home?” You question in embarrassment as your hands fly up to cover your face. Hongjoong laughs at your sudden shyness.

“Long enough to hear your very passionate singing to Wave.” Hongjoong teases as he moves your hands from your face, keeping a hold of them as he looks down at you in amusement.

“You’re adorable.” He chuckles at how you continue to shy away under his fond gaze.

“Stop, I’m so embarrassed.” You whine and sturggle around on the sofa.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m glad you like my songs.” Hongjoong praises as you finally get out of his hold and sit up. He plops on the sofa next to you and pulls you into his side placing a kiss on top of your head as you bury yourself into his chest.

Seonghwa

You have been missing Seonghwa all day, having not being able to see each other much because of his busy schedule. So you decide to watch as many Ateez videos you could find, starting with their music videos.

You have been sat on your bed, back resting against the headboard, with your eyes glued to your laptop screen. You are so focused on taking in every detail and singing along to all the songs that you don’t realise Seonghwa is standing in the doorway admiring you.

All he could think about all day was seeing you, missing the sound of your voice and holding you when you cuddle up together, espically how your hands fit together, your fingers intertwining with his. That’s why his heart fluttered out of his chest when he entered your apartment with the key you gave him and insteantly heard your voice filling the whole place.

He carefully makes his way over to your bed and sits down beside you, the dip from his weight catching your attention and making you fall silent.

“Awe, keep going. I love hearing your voice.” Seonghwa pouts as his hand reaches up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“When did you get here?” You question still slightly in shock at the unexpected visit from your boyfriend. Seonghwa chuckles, his head falling down to look at his lap before looking back up into your eyes with a cheeky look.

“About 15 minutes ago, I didn’t want to disturb your singing.” He smiles at you, the simple expression full of so much affection you become flustered by it.

“I’m exhausted, will you sing to me?” Seonghwa looks up at you after laying down, resting his head in your lap. Your hands instantly start playing this his hair, carefully brushing the strands away from his face so you can admire the beauty that he is.

“Are you sure? I’m not that good.” You laugh and raised a brow in question.

“But I love your voice, I’ve missed it way to much. Please?” Seonghwa pleas up at you. You feel yourself give in, playfully rolling your eyes before resuming the music.

Yunho

You were in the kitchen making some food for yourself, earphones in blasting music into your ears. You have been dancing around the room in a world of your own to Say My Name, so far from reality that you don’t even notice your boyfriend Yunho watching you with a grin.

Yunho was in the living room, just relaxing on the sofa when he suddenly heard a lot of noise come from the kitchen, cupboard doors being opened and closed and cutlery clashing about. Being curious as to the cause of the noise, Yunho decided to investigate and unexprectedly stumbled upon you dancing around.

He moved to sit at the table, amusement written across his face as you turn around and freez when your gaze falls onto him. You instantly stop your dancing and become all hot and flustered, realisation that you have had an admirer making you become embarrassed.

“Aw, why did you stop?” Yunho asks, sulking a little as you take out an ear phone to listen to him.

“You weren’t meant to see my ridiculously bad dancing.” You chuckle as you hide your face behind your hands. Yunho stands up from his seat and walks over to you, his hand gently moving yours away from your face as he smiles affectionately down at you.

“Come on, I wanna join in!” You throw your head back in laughter as Yunho takes your phone and plays the Ateez playlist out loud. You both begin dancing together, making up your own silly moves to each song and laughing in the kitchen.

Yeosang

You didn’t realise that Yeosang was behind you, his chest filled with warmth at seeing you singing along to Illusion with such passion. Of course, he knew you listened to his group, but he was surprised at how excited you were when they were played on the radio.

You were sat in the garden, enjoying the warm weather, the radio playing in the background for some company. Yeosang had decided to pay you a visit and let himself in, to his surprise, he found you jumping up and dancing around when when his group was played.

Approaching you, he chuckles as you start to sing along, or more like scream along. An overwhelming sense of happiness consuming him.

“I like your moves, can you teach me?” He laughs with a wide smile, your eyes growing wide at hearing your boyfriends voice before turning around to confirm his presence.

“Yeosang! What are you doing here!” You say in shock, embarrassment evident as you feel your face become hot.

“I wanted to see you but it looks like you’re busy.” He mocks before starting to turn around to leave. You gasp and rush over to him, grabbing his arm in order to stop him before steeping in his way only to see his cheeky expression.

“Don’t you dare! I don’t need you running back to the guys to tell them about this. I’ll never live it down.” You plea, your heart racing with nerves at this realisation. Yeosang pulls you into his chest, hands on your waist as he embraces you.

“I find it really cute that you were dancing to my group. I’m glad you support us.” He whispers, a relieved smile on your face as you relax into his hold.

San

You were visiting your boyfriend, San, at his dorms, just sitting at the table in the kitchen mindlessly scrolling through your phone with music playing in the background. You have been quietly singing along to the songs from San’s playlist while he went to get ready for the day.

You let out a little squeal of happiness at hearing Aurora come on. It’s one of your favourite Ateez songs and you can’t help but sing along every time you hear it. Your body swaying from side to side in your seat as you sing at the top of your lungs.

Normally you wouldn’t sing so loudly knowing other people could possibly hear you, but no one was around and you were pretty sure you could hear the shower running in the distance.

As it approaches San’s part in the first chorus you feel arms snake around you from behind, a soft melodic voice next to your ear as your boyfriend sings his part. You stop singing, closing your eyes and taking in every part of the moment. It’s so soothing and warm you never want it to end.

San stops singing and places a gentle kiss on your neck, below your ear.

“Why did you stop singing?” San whispers sending shivers down your spine, a tingling sensation left in the wake of his breath.

“I was listening to you baby.” You chuckle, a deep blush covering your cheeks as you turn your face to make eye contact with San.

“But I thought we could sing together.” San pouts. He looks so innocent and vulnerable in that moment you fight everything to stop yourself from cooing at him in order to not break the bubble you are both in.

“But I’d rather listen to your voice.” You shyly smile back at him, his face instantly changing into the look of a devil (honestly the duality of this man).

“I know a way we can compromise.” He stares you down, a brow raised to indicate his unspoken words, his hand moving from your waist to pull you up into him.

Mingi

You were sat at the desk typing away on an essay that you had spent multiple hours working on. Your headphones on as music bursts through them to drown out life around you. It’s a method you use in order to help you focus, though sometimes a song will come on that you can’t help but get lost in, shouting along to the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

Mingi had visited you earlier in the day, complaining that you haven’t been paying him any attention. So you spent most of the day cuddled up on the sofa together watching countless films. Until he fell asleep. That’s when you snuck off to your room to continue your work.

What you didn’t realise is that Mingi woke up a while ago and joined you, laying on your bed behind just scrolling through his social media.

His face is priceless as you suddenly start rapping to his parts in HALA HALA, his mouth hanging open at how effortlessly you make it seem. He had no idea you could rap, let alone to his parts, leaving him with a tight feeling in his chest. One of complete awe.

As the song ends Mingi gets up with a smirk on his face. He knows you aren’t aware of his presence and revels in the fact that he can play on it.

Standing next to you he gets your attention by placing his hand on your shoulder, your attention instantly moving to Mingi. Taking in his cheeky look it dawns on you that he has just whitnessed your rapping. A flush of heat overtaking you as you look up at him in mild horror.

“Why did you never mention that you could rap baby?” Mingi coos at your flustered state, simultaneously moving your headphones off your head so you can hear him. He chuckles at how cute your reaction is as he takes your hand in his and pulls you into his embrace.

Wooyoung

How did you get to being so embarrassed by your boyfriend?

Well, he had caught you trying to copy the moves to Pirate King. And let’s just say, while you aren’t a bad dancer, you definitely aren’t good.

You bury your face into his chest, hiding yourself from all the laughter coming from the rest of the guys as Wooyoung tells them about catching you in the living room trying to dance to their songs.

You were bored and had nothing better to do, waiting for Wooyoung to get home, you decided to watch some of their performances and the temptation to try out the moves got the better of you.

Wooyoung found it hilarious but also very endearing. Stumbling through the front door after a long and tiring day only to see your attempts at dancing.

You peer up at Wooyoung with puppy eyes, silently begging him to stop as Mingi and Yunho begin to playfully pester you.

“Woo, is it your life mission to embarrass me?” You whine as he fails to acknowledge your distress.

“Of course not, it’s just so cute. We love that you support us, even in your strange ways.” Wooyoung jokes as he looks down at you, a michevious glint in his eyes as you huff and attempt to get away from him. But before you can, his arms secure around your waist pulling you back into his hold where his nuzzle his head into your neck.

Jongho

You had decided while you were tidying your bedroom to play some music, putting your playlist of favourite songs on shuffle and singing along to each one as they play.

It was something you always did, it helped make even the most tedious and boring tasks more bearable, fun even. You squeel as Promise begins to play, ecstatic that an Ateez song had finally come on, singing a little louder than usual.

You fall onto your bed like a starfish and shut your eyes, a loud sigh of content sounding as the song ends. But your peace doesn’t last for long as your heart skips a beat when you feel someone sit on the bed next to your feet. You lift your head and peer to see your boyfriend staring at you smugly.

As soon as you make eye contact Jongho grabs your hand and pulls you up to sit next to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he fondly looks at you.

“I didn’t know you liked that song so much.” Jongho chuckles as you lightly smack his arm.

“No, I don’t.” You sass, your expression matching his as you look at each other.

“Oh really? Then why did you know every word and also not notice when I stood watching you?” Jongho retorts, his body leaning in to tower over you with a brow raised in suspicion.

He laughs when your only responce is to look down to hide your blush, his hand tilting your chin back up, your faces inches apart. You playfully roll your eyes as you take in his still smug look, one that you know isn’t going to be leaving his face for a while.

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key chain.

summary ⟶ Mark has something to give to Ahrin before she leaves him for 5 months.

timeline ⟶ October 2019

characters : Jung Ahrin, Kim Yeonji (The Bloody Roses), Got7, Mark Tuan (Got7)

❝ I was wondering if you would show up, or not. ❞

“Is Jackson hyung okay?” Yugyeom muttered towards his other members, while the younger ones’ eyes were towards Jackson who was staring at his phone, his eyes were glossing from a far.

“I heard from the staff that Chaeun noona came,” Youngjae answered and the boys’ instantly replied ‘ahh’ in unison, already knowing why he was quiet.

“He misses Chaeun noona? That hyung is cute,” Yugyeom commented and Mark’s eyes traveled towards Jackson, knowing exactly how Jackson is feeling.

Jackson isn’t the only one who missed his girlfriend, Mark does too. 

The older one looked at his lit up phone screen, his lock screen was a picture of Ahrin holding onto one of his previous comeback posters.

Ever since the day that Ahrin told him that she will be going to Virginia to take a course for 5 months, he has been sticking with his phone, calling Ahrin when he has free time.

“That’s... great! I’m happy for you, babe!” Mark said with a forced smile, not knowing that Ahrin knows that he was forcing himself. 

His eyes began to read the letter of acceptance again to confirm that it was reality.

“That means I can’t see you for 5 months, Mark.”

“That’s okay, baby. I can wait for you.” Mark looked towards Ahrin and her eyes widen a little.

“Really?”

“I’m not leaving you, Ahrin. So wait for me too okay, baby?”

Mark told himself that it was going to be a long-distance relationship, but as days passed, he questions himself if he could take it. 

“Mark hyung.” 

Youngjae called and Mark instantly looks up to see Youngjae gazing onto the older one’s phone. Mark instantly locked his phone screen, making Youngjae to instantly look towards Mark.

“We are going to start soon,” mumbled Youngjae, patting Mark’s shoulder before leaving the older one.

Mark sighed before joining the others who were already making their way to the shooting location.

“C’mon Yeonji. Hurry up!”

“Can you give me a sec’!?! I’m bringing two bags full of sandwiches for them and you are just bringing a bag coffee! Help me!”

Yeonji whines and Ahrin sighs as she went towards her, grabbing one of the bags that was filled with sandwiches.

The girls were spending their mornings going to the supermarket to buy ingredients to make the hand-made sandwiches that Eunhee and Chaeun would always make for the boys.

Knowing they would be gone for 5 months and their comeback was about to start, this would be a great motivation for the boys.

“Thanks for coming with me,Yeonji-ah,” Ahrin thanked the younger one as she was busy checking the sandwiches at the back.

“It seems that we are fated when it’s regarding Mark and Youngjae,” teased Yeonji, earning a chuckle from the leader.

Soon Ahrin has started driving her way towards where Got7 was shooting their music video of the new comeback.

The 2 girls could already see a few staff crowding and they knew who the staff were crowning around.

“Oh! I spotted Yugyeom and Bambam,” Yeonji voiced out and Ahrin quickly parked the car, just outside shooting area, not knowing they would get attention from the others.

“Oh my god,”

“They are here!”

“They are so caring!”

“Someone go and help them!”

Got7′s attention was towards the staff who were looking at a specific direction and once they get to see clearly what or whom they were looking at, Mark and Youngjae were sprinting towards where the 2 girls were.

“Yeonji-ah! Ahrin noona!” Youngjae waved and the 2 girls could only lift up their hands that were fulled. 

Mark was the first one to reach towards Ahrin, as he quickly grabbed the bags already knowing that it was filled with sandwiches, his scent was working great for today.

Ahrin looked towards her right to see Youngjae pulling Yeonji to the front where the others are, smiling a little knowing the younger one deserve it.

Ahrin and Yeonji were having second thoughts, whether they should visit the boys for the last time. 

Part of them would want to immediately run towards their partners, hugging them tightly and sticking with them throughout the whole music video filming but another part of them wanted to be mature, for the sake of themselves and the boys.

“I was wondering if you would show up, or not.” Mark voiced out and Ahrin looked towards him, his cheeks were blushed. 

Ahrin smiled a little, as they walked into the filming set.

“Everyone! We will have an hour break, thanks to Ahrin and Yeonji who brought sandwiches for all of us!” The director announced through the loudspeaker and earning cheers from the staff and of course the boys.

Mark smiled towards Ahrin, gesturing her to go into the set, already seeing some of the members sitting together.

Throughout the whole break session, Mark was weirdly being quiet.

Not like he was always talkative, but Ahrin could feel the unusual vibes from him. 

She would always glance towards Mark when Jackson or the maknae line, mainly Bambam and Yugyeom as always, would tease the older one.

Sometimes Ahrin would get worried if Mark would get pissed but he would always laugh at their jokes, letting out a small smile before continuing devouring his food.

Ahrin brushed off her worries, continuing to make small talks with the other boys’, at the same time she would hold onto Mark’s hand to reassure him at the same time acknowledging his presence.

Mark was grateful towards Ahrin, her knowing his behavior and habits. 

But there was a reason why he was being quiet. 

He was nervous on what he is planning to do before Ahrin leaves. 

Shaking his nervous thought, Mark decided to distract himself by listening to his other members' conversation with his own girlfriend.

He would always catch himself staring at her in adoration, seeing how she interacts with his other members.

Jinyoung would ask Ahrin advises regarding his future drama role, since he was going to play as a role of the younger version of the male lead, and Ahrin’s eyes went wide when Jinyoung said that he’s going to play as a student attending a law school.

“I think you should ask Eunhee. She has taken political and law courses, it’s best if you speak to her since she has the best experience compared to me,” Ahrin advised with a smile and Jinyoung sighed in relief knowing that Ahrin gave him the best answer.

“5 more minutes! Stylists, please touch up Got7! Thank you!”

The director announced and the boys’ stuffed themselves with the last bite, as they stood up greeting Ahrin and Yeonji before they leave to continue.

“Babe,” Mark called and Ahrin hummed as her response.

“How many hours do you have left?” Mark questioned, as he tried to make eye contact with her, and that’s when Ahrin realize what’s going on with his unusual quite behavior.

He was holding it in.

“2 hours left. I’ll be here for your next shooting location. Don’t worry, baby.” Ahrin reassured, holding onto his hands at the same time gesturing him to go before the director gets annoyed.

Mark pouted towards her, earning a chuckle from Ahrin as she watches him running towards where the other boys are.

Ahrin was watching Got7 and she finally knows how the entertainment industry works. 

She doesn’t know whether being in a law enforcement industry or being an idol is tougher, but regardless, both require hard work and Ahrin could relate with them.

She could see them pouring heart and soul to whatever they are doing, Jackson checking with the photographer, seeing if he has the wanted pose that the photographer wants and the others trying their best not to drag their solo shots so that everyone could finish and go to the next shooting.

“That’s a wrap for the jacket photoshoot and filming! 20 minutes break and we will proceed to the next location!” The director announced and staff cheered, clapping as they packed their stuff, moving to the next location, which is the filming of the music video.

Ahrin was in deep thought that she didn’t realize Mark was walking over to her.

“Baby!”

Ahrin looked up to see Mark had his arms wide and in a second, she was already wrapped around his arms. 

Knowing his girlfriend was shy with PDA, Mark decided to be cheeky, planting a quick peck on her cheeks making Ahrin gasp and her head whipping towards him.

“Mark!”

He smiled cheekily, his hands traveled towards hers as his fingers intertwining with hers.

Ahrin is amazed by how his behavior would change. 

He was being really quiet a few hours ago and now, he was being clingy towards her. His hand would travel to her hands, her shoulders, and on her waist.

“Everyone knows our relationship, so no point of hiding it.” Mark shrugged, feeling him gripping onto her hand and Ahrin can’t help to shake her head while smiling a little.

“Something must have happened to make you be hyper. Hours ago, you were being really quiet,” voiced out Ahrin and Mark turned towards her, seeing her giving him a look.

Mark knew he had to tell her, knowing she would probe him, using her method during her work. 

He suddenly stopped at his tracks, making Ahrin stop too. His eyes went downcast.

“I’m going to miss you,” Mark muttered and Ahrin’s expression quickly soften.

“I’m going to miss you too...  but.. I’m sure 5 months will pass by fast..” Ahrin said with a smile. 

Mark knows that she is trying to be strong for the sake of herself of course, for him.

Unexpectedly, Mark grabbed Ahrin’s hand, pulling her towards a group of stylists. Mark looks towards one of them, a close friend of Mark that Ahrin was introduced to.

She grinned  reaching through her own handbag as she looks like she was looking for an item. 

“Found it!” She muttered and she quickly handed whatever she was trying to hide it in her hands by grasping onto it, and Ahrin could tell it was a key chain. 

Ahrin can’t help but look suspiciously at Mark as he by then was pulling her away from the stylists who were giggling, watching Mark being lovey in public.

“Well, I told stylist noona to keep it for me, in case I forgot to bring it with me and knowing I will be pissed at myself for not bringing it,” Mark stated shyly and Ahrin could feel her heart fluttering, as she took the key chain from his hand.

It was Mark’s signature ‘represent’ symbol XCIII. It was a unique piece because there was his Chinese name carved too.

“I’ve never seen this on your represent website. Is this a limited edition?” Ahrin’s eyebrows furrowed as she clearly remembers Mark’s website didn’t have this design and he giggled at how cute her reaction is.

“Aww, baby! You’re so cute and yes it is a limited edition, just for you,” answered Mark as he pinched Ahrin’s cheek, as she was admiring the key chain.

“Then I’ll keep it with me closely then,” said Ahrin as she was holding onto the key chain close to her chest. 

Seeing how adorable she is, Mark pecks a kiss on her cheek. 

“You better, babe. That’s my freshly new design and I was going to show it to my team, but I think you deserve to see it first and keep it.”

“Wait.. what!? Mark! Then you have to take it back!” Ahrin hands the key chain back, earning a slight frown from Mark.

“What? Why? That is a gift for you!”

Ahrin frowns, as she was now confused. “But you said you are supposed to show it to your represent team?” 

Mark chuckled as he stood closer towards her, his arms around her shoulder.

“Yes, I did, baby. But I said I changed my mine. So, this key chain will be yours. This is my gift to you, Ahrin-ah,” Mark repeated slowly and his words finally processed in her mind, earning a nod from Ahrin.

“Okay.. But are you sure? I mean you could—

Ahrin was being cut off by Mark giving her a quick peck on her lips, seeing him smiling shyly.

“We’re not going to see each other for 5 months and by giving you this key chain, I hope it would cheer you up on stressful days. Just like how I would look at the polaroid pictures that we took on our dates and our everyday schedules together when I was feeling down or when we didn’t have the chance to talk or meet up,” Mark confessed and Ahrin’s expression softens, her heart was fluttering more.

“Gosh Mark. I love you, so much.” confessed Ahrin as she locked her eyes with his, seeing his lip curving into a wide smile.

“I love you too, baby. Come here,” muttered Mark before hugging her tightly and staying in each other embrace for a little longer, knowing that it would be last time they would feel each other’s warmth.

Ahrin slightly pulled away, knowing it would be harder if they stayed in the position for too long. Mark forced a smile as Ahrin hold his hand.

“I’ll walk you out,”

“It’s okay, baby. As much as I want to stay, I don’t want to make things harder for the both of us knowing we won’t let go of each other if I stayed,” muttered Ahrin as she smiled sadly.

“And I have to find Yeonji,” added Ahrin as she sighed again, both knowing the younger one was trouble, earning a chuckle from Mark.

“I’ll call you when I reach the airport tomorrow,” Ahrin waved towards Mark as he could feel his heartbreaking, watching her leave.

“Ahrin-ah!” Mark called and Ahrin turned towards him with a smile.

“I’ll officially make you mine as soon as you returned back home,”

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So as a simultaneous end of the year/ completion of Golden Echoes/ launch of Buried Gold celebration, I thought it would be neat to go through every chapter and post my favourite line/phrase/sentence/paragraph/etc from each. Why? Is this a genuine celebration? Do I think I’m funny and laugh at my own jokes? Am I actually just procrastinating? Yes. (Very obviously spoilers for the entire fic.)

Prologue: Lost  Darkness, pierced by the faint glow of sunlight through the holes in the ceiling. The sound of dripping water, pooling in the centre of the room.

Prologue: Found It remembered a time of life and colour, when it danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off its happiness and energy and gave him their own. Would it ever experience that again?

Prologue: Name  Old, brittle bones grinded. Rusted metal sounded against the tiled floor. Colourless eyes softly glowed silver.

Returned ...whoever thought it was a good idea to create a horror attraction out of the actual murders of actual children needed to have their heads readjusted. Forcefully. With a mask full of crossbeams and wires.

Exploration ...servos and circuits, they had been at this location for an hour and Freddy was already having a terrible day. Also it was 10 AM. The location operated at night. Why.

Darkness  So young, and left without a voice. I ask you now to make your choice. Clean the tiles of blood and tears? Or let them suffer with their fears?

Void He called up a memory, of turquoise eyes and golden fur, of whispers in the night that meant nothing and everything, of a feeling of happiness, that nothing would ever change, because the world was already perfect. 

Balloons Of course this place has wonky physics.

JJ “So let me get this straight. A potentially dangerous supernatural rabbit wants me to take a cryptic message to a potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit, and then somehow convince the other potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit and his potentially dangerous animatronic friends that the first potentially dangerous animatronic rabbit is not, in fact, the definitely dangerous child-murdering serial killer who’s...somewhere else. Have I got all that?”

Rabbit Part of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying to make a facial expression, but couldn't. 

Arcade The Void was not cooperating.

Parts Things had always seemed much brighter when they were two.

Guard Whatever came to one or the other's mind, in the breaks between people coming through and Sam playing creepy sounds over the speakers because 'a couple of teenagers are smooching on cam six, do they you realize I can see you, jesus christ, why are you even snogging in a horror attraction anyway, I really don't get the appeal, I swear to god-' or something along those lines, anyway.

Adventure Peace wasn't a feeling the ghost had had for a very long time.

Notes ...it had been a handful of wild yellow daisies a little girl had found, and he’d woven them into a ‘flower crown’ (actually more of a flower bracelet- the girl had picked as many as she could hold, but children had small hands) and put it on Fredbear’s hat when his partner wasn’t looking. Fredbear had promptly worn it all that night and the next day, daisies and all. Spring hadn’t been sure if he’d noticed or not, but either way, it had been very cute.

Cupcakes If the kid wanted a dinosaur, the kid should get a dinosaur, as far as he was concerned. Clothes were clothes. Why did people kick up such a stink about it sometimes?

Tapes “Uh, hello? Hello, hello! Uh, there’s been a slight change of company policy concerning use of the suits. Um, don’t.” “Oh gee,” JJ muttered, “imagine. It’s almost as if they were giant metal deathtraps.”

Talk ...she didn’t need to understand every aspect of Springtrap's life. That was Springtrap’s job, and he was apparently terrible at it.

Performance “It smells like something crawled in there and died.” 

Gold Fredbear had been Springtrap’s heart and soul; as much as he loved the children and gave each performance his all, his real reason for living was in the bear who sang beside him. Springtrap remembered singing on stage, a guitar in his hands and love in his soul. He remembered stolen kisses in the night, waltzing on cool tiles with music nobody else could hear. He remembered stealing Fredbear’s hat dozens of times, running off wearing it and giggling like a small child himself. He remembered quiet nights, when the only sounds were his guitar and Fred’s soft humming, sometimes the same tune, sometimes not, but neither of them ever cared. He remembered curling up together, watching stars twinkle in the night sky beyond the walls of the little diner, and truly believing that the time they had together was infinite. 

Stage He was holding something. He looked down, opened his hand and saw a gleaming purple microphone, accented with gold. It had been years, decades, since he had last seen it, but he recognized it. He knew what it meant. "Even after everything, I’m still with you." 

[Note: this is also the chapter that contained Springtrap’s poem. I’m quite proud of that one, despite how much of a pain it was to write. So, honourable mention]

Notes [Note: wait, crud, there’s two chapters named Notes? I’m gonna have to change one of those later.]

Maybe she just needed to hit something.

Knife [Note: I forgot to actually title this one in AO3. Welp. Better fix that later]

It was slightly strange, a Freddy’s-related crime that was just… basic burglary. It was always the unusual crimes that happened- murder, manslaughter, OSHA violations (so many OSHA violations). But theft? That was new.

Shadows

They lapsed back into silence for a moment. “So, this place… is it real?” In a fashion. It was created from your memories of what is gone. “So… if Fredbear isn’t here…” He is unreachable. “Where?” I cannot tell you. “You don’t know, do you.” The Shadow-Bear was silent, telling Springtrap all he needed to know. 

Puppet RWQ… Yes? Stop tormenting the rabbit. You’re no fun. Puppet? She hissed at the purple bear. Stop tormenting the rabbit. “And why would I listen to you?” Because, Shadow Freddy said as the Puppet was slowly levitated up into the air, all four limbs flailing, he’s needed. And also, you are being, as Springtrap so eloquently called RWQ earlier, an asshole.

Voice Specifically, it was more a mixture of blood, rotting flesh, and whatever other bodily fluids lingered in William Afton’s partially mummified decomposing head and was accessible via Springtrap’s mouth, without opening said mouth to the point where someone would notice said partially mummified decomposing head.  [Or] Springtrap was displaying remarkable self-restraint. First, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for threatening his friend’s life. Then, he hadn’t punched the Puppet in the face for implying he had a problem with the golden bear. Now, he wasn’t squeezing the life out of JJ in a hug.

Ghosts “No. The thing is, I’ve never had a name I felt truly fit before it. I can’t be Bonnie any more; the Classic model has taken that name, and he is welcome to have it. Spring Bonnie was the name the Man Behind the Slaughter used; I never truly referred to myself with it. Some employees called me Golden Bonnie, to fit with the whispers of a Golden Freddy, but that was never truly a name either, although I suppose I could have gotten used to it eventually. But Springtrap? It lets me keep my past, and it lets me have a future. Sure, it’s a little odd, but I don’t mind. I kind of like it. It’s unique.”

Humans Oh, Spring has a key. That explains where the spare went! When did he get that? Jake’s been looking for it for ages. Not that it’s my business. He says he technically works here, so it’s not stealing. Cheeky. He’s right though.

Henry “I’m not sure whether I should be pissed about the weird way he’s been constructed, or impressed he hasn’t collapsed yet. What the hell is holding him togeth- wait what the hell is that.” Springtrap winced. He knew he should’ve warned them beforehand, but he still tended to hide the rotting corpse. It was instinctive, a sort of habit- born from the fear he would be scrapped is the workers found out, and increased by the fact he was being blamed for murder.

Sound No matter how bad Springtrap’s eyesight could get, no matter how often his joints locked up, Springtrap had always had his rabbit hearing. It had saved his life several times, back when the Classics were hunting him. He had figured out a basic method of echolocation for when his eyes were useless. He relied on his ears, and now they were letting him down for the first time in his life. It scared him.

Doors “Freddy! We have a problem!”

Attack He did. He needed a hand. God, it hurt. Where was his arm? Was that his arm? No, it couldn’t be. He was gold. Not green. Or maybe it was. It was hard to think. Thinking. What a strange concept. The Greeks had invented thinking, hadn't they? Why would they do that?

Rest There were voices. Voices. His voicebox had lungs. His lungs were in his spine. His spine was being held together by lungs. His spine attached to his legs. He had no legs. He heard voices. He couldn’t hear. The grass was nice. Cool. Soft. Green. Like his eyes. Not like his eyes. Like his fur. He had no fur. Like his plush. His plush was green. Or gold. Or red. Or brown. He couldn’t remember which. Maybe it was all of them There was a breeze. It was nice. Warm. Hot. It was sunny. The sun was a star. He liked stars.  Stars meant Fredbear. And dancing. Where were his legs? He wanted to dance with the stars. Or with Fredbear. Fredbear. His Fredbear. He missed Fredbear.

Epilogue: Box Smeared down the plaster, it started about six feet up, and grew thicker toward the ground. It looked like Springtrap, or the Purple Guy, had slid down the wall until they were sitting. The tile beneath was stained heavily, and Freddy marvelled at how much blood was in a human body.

Epilogue: Opening ... no killing. That was the new rule. It was a strange one, for Master, but he supposed Master knew what he was talking about. He had changed, too; he had scratched behind his ears a couple days ago and it had felt so good.

Epilogue: Spark He remembered a time of life and colour, when he danced and played and sang, when children flocked around him and fed off his happiness and energy and gave him their own. He would experience that again.

#Golden Echoes

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When you know, you know

Fandom: 9-1-1

Word count: 1.9k

Relationships: Buck/Eddie, minor Buck & Christopher, Bobby &Eddie and Bobby & Buck

This is my Secret Santa gift for ImDivingDeep

Summary: Buck learns random facts when he helps Christopher with school projects. The team is baffled. Eddie - not so much.

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Later, none of the team would remember what the call was even about. What they would remember however was how Buck, in a (possibly misguided) attempt to distract the young and visibly uncomfortable sex worker they were rescuing, blurted out: “Did you know that one of the most popular songs in Germany in the 80s was a song about a prostitute?”

Bobby might have scolded the young firefighter for the tactless approach, had it not worked or had the woman shown some other emotion than just pure confusion. “It was?” He motioned their colleagues to keep working.

Buck continued explaining. “Well, you see, the phone wasn’t as well-established then as it is now and this prostitute they are singing about, she was the only one that had a number you could call.” “And they made a song about that?” “A really popular song, it seems”, Buck shrugged.

Hen and Chimney slid her into the back of the truck, the rest of the team following suit shortly after.

“How does he even know that?”, Bobby asked when he passed Eddie.

The other man laughed. “Buck helped Christopher with a school project last week. They are talking about different musical decades in class and Christopher got the 80s. Don’t ask me how they ended up at European hit charts though.” Bobby shook his head and followed his team into the truck.

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On Friday, the team was deployed to help out on standby duty at a climate strike. So far, not much has happened to demand their attention, leading them to be able to observe the protesting teens.

“Do you think they are successful?”, Chimney asked Hen curiously.

“Hard to say”, the woman replied, “They are definitely getting the attention they want, that is for sure. I don’t know enough about it though. Denny is still too young to have an interest in it.” She shrugged.

“Chris has also yet to voice an interest”, Eddie chimed in, “how long do you think we still have until they start to lecture us on politics?” Hen laughed about it.

“I think they might be successful”, Buck voiced, “considering renewable energy sources already make up a third of the energy produced on earth, there is a good chance that with a push from these kids these numbers will increase.”

“A third?”, Chim pondered, “I would have thought it’d be less. Good for the planet though.” “Yeah, I thought so too”, Buck agreed with a  smile.

Expectedly, they did get some work to do, meaning right now, causing the paramedics to rush to help while Buck and Eddie stayed behind until they were needed.

“Did you learn that when researching with Christopher for that science project of his?”, Eddie asked the other man teasingly, bumping their shoulders softly.

“Maybe.” A cheeky grin accompanied Buck’s reply. Eddie shook his head fondly.

---

“A cat? In a tree?”, Eddie asked, “could it be more cliche?”

Buck only laughed and readied himself to climb the ladder.

Bobby approached the younger man to supervise the ordeal. “If he wasn’t so excited, I’m sure he’d tell you that the more cats get stuck in trees that we have to rescue, the more we get to cuddle with cute cats. Which”, he bobbed his head as if to think, all the while looking fondly up at the man reaching for the animal, “is not entirely untrue if you count holding a cat already as cuddling.”

“He’ll probably make the most of it on his way down”, Eddie jokingly replied the captain. Both men followed Buck with their eyes as he was descending, the cat clutched tight and, in fact, keeping it as close to cuddling as the descent allowed.

“You were right”, Bobby nodded in the brunet’s direction before stepping towards Buck.

He greeted them by holding the cat to their faces. “Look at the eyes.”

The two men exchanged a surprised look before doing as told.

“Did you know you can tell the time by looking into a cat’s eyes?” Realizing the raised eyebrows he met with when looking up, Buck added apologetically, “I helped Chris with a fact sheet about cats.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that fact listed on one of those before”, Bobby responded perplexed.

Buck shrugged. "I don't know when that would be useful anyway. It's still fun to know." He bobbed his nose against the cat's before carefully stroking its fur until its owners took it away from him, leaving him looking like a kicked puppy. Bobby patted him consolingly on the back.

"I think I wanna get a cat", Buck announced then, earning an amused look from Eddie.

"Does your apartment even allow pets?"

Buck sighed sadly, "I don't think so."

---

“Did you just put cinnamon into the hot chocolate?”, Eddie asked curiously, a smile tugging at his lips.

Buck turned around to where his friend leaned against the table. “I thought it might be good for Christopher. Seeing as cinnamon is supposed to be antispasmodic and supposed to stimulate the blood circulation which makes it perfect for gastrointestinal problems. He won’t even realize we’re giving him medicine.”

“And here I was, thinking you wanted to indulge him while he’s sick”, Eddie smirked, “Instead, you had ulterior motives.”

Buck started to fill the liquid into a mug he had just taken out of a cupboard. “I think when it comes to getting hot chocolate out of it, I think no one will dwell on my motives.” He grinned at his best friend. “Or would you like to dispute that?”

Eddie laughed fondly.

“How did you know that anyway?”, he asked then, “was that another one of Christopher’s school projects? Man, I really need to stop letting you help him or you will make everyone else feel inferior with all of the knowledge you amass.”

Buck bites his lip. “Does it bother you?”, he asked cautiously.

“What? That you help my son with his homework?”, Eddie asked, taken aback, “I would not know what to do without you.” Now it was his turn to bite his lip. He felt like he had said too much. “... helping my son with his homework”, he added quickly.

“No, I meant the me talking about all the random stuff I found out while researching with Christopher thing”, Buck clarified. With a playfully affronted look, he then added teasingly: “Also: is that all you keep me around for? To do homework with your son?”

“Hell no”, Eddie replied, “to both of those.” While he took his own mug of hot chocolate Buck was handing him, he debated internally if he should say more. Fuck it, he decided. “I like hearing you talk about these things. I can’t speak for anyone else but I enjoy listening to you, even if it’s rambling about German 80s songs or alternative time telling methods. And as to what I keep you around for...”, he stopped for a dramatic pause and sipped at his drink, “whatever reason I had in my mind before, it is now replaced by your hot chocolate.”

Buck stared at him, unamused. “Okay, give me your cup”, he ordered.

“Why?”, drawled Eddie and cocked an eyebrow, clutching his mug tight.

“You’re no longer allowed to drink my hot chocolate”, Buck stated and tried to get a grip on Eddie’s mug who recoiled and dodged him, every time Buck lunged forward to grab it.

“Stop it, you’re gonna spill the good chocolate”, Eddie shouted, laughing, taking a last step before realizing he was backed into a corner. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his mug into the far corner behind him, shielding it with his body.

Buck would not be deterred from taking the hot chocolate away though, and wormed his arm around Eddie’s torso, pinning him against the counter in the process.

Shit, Eddie thought when his brain had processed their proximity.

“That’s dirty, man”, Buck mumbled when he resurged, “How could I anticipate that? You know your kitchen better than I do.” “Barely”, Eddie muttered distractedly. Buck halted and blinked at him.

Eddie forced himself to look up, fearful he’d blurt something else out. Something that would change their friendship. Make this easy banter impossible.

Buck reciprocated the eye contact, none of the men saying anything. After a few seconds, Eddie cleared his throat, desperate to distract from the fact that he got lost in his best friend’s eyes.

Said best friend surprisingly seemed just as shaken up, color surging into his face when his eyes wandered downwards and took in their closeness. When he looked back up, Eddie observed him curiously, averting his gaze as soon as their eyes met again.

Now it was Buck’s turn to clear his throat. “We should probably bring your son his hot chocolate.”

In a surge of confidence, Eddie made his smile turn into a smirk and said: “You’re not the one who can’t move because you’re being pinned against the kitchen counter.”

Buck blinked. “Right. Sorry.” He backed away and Eddie felt a pang of sadness at the sudden coldness where Buck’s body had touched his just a second ago.

In silence, they picked up the three mugs again and made their way to Christopher’s room, trading glances that were not as subtle as they thought.

Eddie stayed in the doorway while Buck handed Chris the chocolate, taking in the picture of the man interacting with his child. He’d like to keep it that way. Keep Buck in his house. In their little family.

Buck turned to smile at him, before sitting down on Christopher’s bed. All three of them sipped their drinks in silence, the sick child not having the energy to and both of the adults not knowing how to.

Christopher soon fell asleep again, as he’s been doing on and off for the whole day, making the men move back to the kitchen as to not wake him. Buck started to clean up, the silence continuing and starting to drive Eddie insane.

“This is awkward. Why is this awkward now?”, Buck finally interrupted. Turned to him. Eddie bit his lip, thinking about what to answer and how much to reveal of his own feelings. Bucks eyes flicked down to that movement which settled it for Eddie.

“I hope I didn’t misread this now.” He moved towards the other man whose eyes widened. “I think”, Eddie explained, as he got closer, “that it feels weird because we grazed a line both of us did not try to cross until now.”

“Yeah”, Buck drawled, his eyes not leaving the other man’s even for a second, “I didn’t mean to. Does that mean you want to cross it now?”

“If you want to cross it too, then yes.” Eddie stopped in front of his best friend, oh wait, is that term even right anymore, looking at him expectantly.

“I definitely do, yes”, Buck exhaled and closed the gap between their bodies. Their lips found each other, the two of them not hesitating to drape their arms around each other and melting into the kiss.

When they parted, Buck sighed. “As nice as this is, now I dread going to work tomorrow.”

“Mhm”, Eddie replied, going in for another kiss, “I don’t want to be the one to tell Bobby.”

“Oh”, Buck’s face scrunched up in thought, “I was thinking more about the teasing from Hen and Chimney that I’d have to endure.”

Eddie grinned fondly. “I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

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[144-13]

Hi again. Time to bother you some more, so 7, 11, 13, 22, 24, 25, and 30, for the writer's ask, please~~

You *pats your hand* are never *pats your hand* a bother *pats your hand*. You know who is a bother though? That Clive kid. You know the one. Major :///////

7 - Which character that you’ve written is most like yourself?

Out of all the novels and fanfictions I’ve written, I do think Clive in my current P3301 is most like me. We have the same MBTI personality, we’ve experienced similar events in our lives, we’re even physically similar–skinny af, brown hair, bangs parted on the same side (and just for the record, mine were on the left first before Clive was even an idea in Level-5′s mind, so there, Clive), same baby face that makes us appear five years younger than we actually are (most people at work think I’m 19, 20 if I’m lucky). We’re also both old (one of us being a twenty-five-year-old fifty-five-year-old. I even found a grey hair the other day and Clive can have that back.)

Jokes aside, I really enjoy writing Clive. There’s some quirks and characteristics I have to give him that aren’t things I do (running my hand through my hair/letting my anger get the better of me) or might even be annoyed with (pen-clicking), but his overall personality has been fun to shape because even in-game it’s already so similar to mine. The way he thinks, acts (besides the murder-y bit) and even his cheeky comments are all natural to me.

11 - What were your favorite books as a child?

I’d have to say the Guardians of G’Hoole was the first series I was ever so excited about I even had a prophetic dream about one of the books coming out. I don’t really believe in that sort of stuff, but I distinctly remember having a dream about the mint-green cover for book 7 well before the book was even pictured and when I went into the store to pick it up months later it had a mint-green cover. Now to channel that skill into the future of P3301.

I also fondly remember the Dimwood Forest series. And when I say fondly, I mean I was traumatised by the very first book, Poppy. This was only because I had read the prequel, Ragweed, without having known it was a prequel, got into Ragweed’s character and then little ten-year-old me was completely devastated when, in the first few pages, he’s murdered and devoured by an owl. Probably the second major loss of innocence in my life. And to salt the wound, his girlfriend falls in love with his brother. I mean, she avenges Ragweed but little me did not want to accept he was dead and then Poppy just moves on without me. Not cool, Poppy.

The very first set of six books in the Warriors series is also a kid favourite of mine. The ideas were so fresh and interesting. Now they’ve kind of dulled after, you know, four or five more sets, all containing six books each with rehashed antagonists and villains and not too many original ideas anymore.

Let’s see… I’m quite into this question as remembering all my favourite books is really throwing me back in time to some happy moments in a tree house on a farm all on my own with no one to bother me and an adventure to have with many memorable characters. I think another good one was the Dragon Rider by the same author of Inkheart. (Can’t remember her name. Something Funke. Edit: omg, you have the internet right in front of you. ‘We have technology, Spongebob!’ Her name’s Cornelia Funke. Glad I could solve that nearly unsolvable mystery…) But I’ve always been into dragons and mythological creatures so any book that could craft dragons into this real and nearly tangible thing was an instant like. The same is true of the Enchanted Forest Chronicles. Dragon Rider in particular was full of different myth creatures and I remember rereading it again and again because I enjoyed it so much.

Another favourite from my secondary/high school days is the Oracles of Delphi Keep. Uh, but that one I have a grudge with because it was meant to have four books but for whatever reason the author couldn’t have the fourth one published or there was some issue with writing it or something. Not totally sure. All I know is, for three books, I’m on an adventure with an orphan boy who dresses like little Clive with mythological creatures and witches and wizards and demigods and even involves time travel in one book and the very last book finally reveals one of the people who had travelled back in time to meet this boy was his father and it ends with him thinking he’s going to meet his parents as well as save this world and there was SO MUCH built up in this last book…only for me to find out there would never be a conclusion. So heads up. The three books are great. A little slow, but great, fond memories. But there’s no end. Will my orphan boy ever meet his parents? No. Because his story abruptly ends beFORE HE CAN. Okay, rant over. Still forever upset, though.

13 - Which authors or styles do you try to emulate in your writing?

I was kind of afraid this question might pop up. The thing is, I don’t really know. I guess it’s all sort of a conglomeration of all the authors I’ve ever read, everything I’ve learnt to do and not do from them and then my own twists on it that have developed over time? I guess one author that sticks out is Suzanne Collins who wrote Hunger Games. Especially for her first person approach. Katness’ dialogue has always been some of my favourite because it’s quick, straight to the point, and it really turns the series into a page-turner, which is what I want P3301 one and future books to be.

Honestly, though, I need to read more so I do have more authors to emulate and learn from. I can’t remember who said this, but a quote I try to hold myself accountable with is that one about ‘if you don’t have time to read, you don’t have time to write.’ That is 100% true and I consciously know this. Now it’s just a matter of consciously making the decision to abide by it.

22 - Do you listen to music when you write?

Not really. I find I can’t pay attention if someone’s singing or even without a voice, melody is enough to cause me to not be as productive or as observant with my stories as I need to be. Sometimes if I’m feeling particularly focused, I’ll turn on some smooth jazz or one of those Youtube live stations with lo-fi beats or nova-bossa music. But mostly I write in silence. If I do need noise to concentrate, I’ll put on a gentle rain/thunderstorm video or birdsong. Now that winter’s over, I’m coming close to being able to listen to those without Youtube~

24 - Do you prefer first or third person? Why?

It kind of depends. I like both because they both have their advantages. Especially now with P3301, I use first person for Clive and as stated above, I have loads of fun writing him because I get to shape his personality and think up what sorts of reactions he’d have to a certain situation/person and let’s not forget those father/daughter moments I could destroy London die for. But I do enjoy third person as well. Particularly because I lean mostly towards third person omniscient which allows me to show readers what everyone’s thinking and in turn put together a more alluring mystery.

25 - How do you defeat writers’ block?

I mostly struggle through it. It seems for me there’s no sort of meditation or cat videos or any method that will help other than just fighting it. I suppose sometimes I’ll go back and reread older chapters to help get back on track.

30 - What’s your favorite part about writing?

I guess everything, really. The morals I try to teach, the experience I’ve had and the influence I hope they have for other people. The characters, especially, and shaping them from one person into another. I really try to give every character chance to grow so if anything’s an absolute favourite, it’s rereading an old story or even just going back a few chapters and seeing where my characters were, where they headed, what they went through and where they ended up. Sometimes that’s the hardest bit about writing as well. Hint hint, I have some serious business Clive will go through in future chapters and I’m not looking forward to what it will do to him. But hey. The writer is ultimately the worst antagonist, right? I gotta live up to that reputation.

#laytonscreencaps #thanks for asking friendo~ #these were fun

[speckledteapot]

Characterisation Exercises

Using the methods of character interpretation to help with writing, we were required to pick a character from a list given in class and make them our own. I chose ‘A Music-loving Dentist’ because the title reminded me of my recent wisdom teeth extraction and the nurses’ fun sense of humour. Through description, narration and minimal dialogue, I created a cheerful dentist who often found himself preoccupied with songs going around his head when he wasn’t seeing patients. 

He appeared younger than his thirty-three years and was always ready with a bright, clean smile, as per his job. He had a cheerful and cheeky bedside manner which resonated well amongst children. However, he was a little forgetful, often misplacing pens or keys which would often later be found in obscure drawers. Often lost in his own world, he would regularly be seen whistling or humming a tune. 

His short brown hair constantly stuck up in all directions, giving one the impression that it had a mind of its own. Kind green eyes were framed in rectangular spectacles which periodically slipped down his long nose. He was small in stature but his infectious enthusiasm for music more than made up for his lack of height.

Low humming sounds were coming from his mouth, the tune being something he had been recently listening to and was now stuck in his head. 

How does the rest of this bit go, he pondered. He kept humming the same section over and over as he cleaned his used implements.

“Bugger,” he muttered as his momentary lapse in attention resulted in the sharp instrument slipping and slicing his hand. 

Here, I have attempted to use the five methods of character interpretation to create and engaging and believable character. 

Another exercise was to be predominately comprised of dialogue, with a little description to add colour. We had a couple of options:

a) Two people meet in the street, and have not seen each other since Primary School (Age: mid 40s).

b) Two female friends meet in the street - one has just stolen the other’s boyfriend. 

I went with option b), but to change it up from the bitch-fight it would inevitably be, I decided to place literal emphasis on the word ‘stolen’. With this, I indicated that both of the women had been pissed off by the boyfriend and one had volunteered to kidnap him.

A grey car surreptitiously pulled into the side street, parking adjacent to the lone white car in the alley. Out of each of the cars, a woman climbed out from the driver’s side and met in the space in-between the two vehicles.

“You got him?” one inquired.

“Yeah, he’s in the boot,” the second confirmed.

There was a muffled shuffling from the boot of the grey car, followed an audible huff of indignation. Both of the women chuckled humourlessly. 

“He should’ve known not to screw with either of us”

The first woman approached the locked boot and knocked sharply on the lid. A loud reply from inside was followed by an muffled shout. She smirked.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, Craig.” 

This wasn’t required to have much description but to see how much of the story we could tell just through dialogue. I decided to include a minimal amount of speech because it isn’t my strongest point and I believe that sometimes less is more. I feel that this would allows readers plenty of scope for imagination. 

[thehillsweekly]

There's no shortage of pop stars in the era of Instagram and YouTube fame but The Hills' seems to have a lock on emerging talent. MTV's very own Gia Alvarez seems to the latest of tv stars capturing attention for their talents rather than their reality show antics. We had a sit down with the brunette beauty about her ambitions in the music industry and just how she handles fame.

Interviewer (INT): So let's talk a little bit about the album. What's it called and what's t all about?

Gia Alvarez (GA): Well, I think this year has taught me a lot of things. Or, I suppose made me pay attention a little more to where I stood with what I was doing and who I was. There were things that have been weighing me down for a while and it caught up to me. In the worst ways. It was like being stuck in a body that you didn't want to be in anymore. And one of the things that helped to ground me again was memories.  I'd clench my fists and keep my eyes shut and remember every detail of what made me feel alive. And I wrote those memories down. And this album is more of a journal or recollection of those intense feelings that are worth staying alive for. And I know because after I thought I had lost everything, they still had the power to bring me hope. And as far as the name of the album... I'm really bad at making decisions. Not picky. I just like them all. If I could I'd make the album COVER all the suggested names that were dropped during meetings. Maybe? We'll see. It'll be a surprise.

INT: That sounds so incredible. Not just your emotional journey but making a collage of titles. Amazing. I have to ask, does being a part of a reality show affect your music at all?

GA: In terms of limiting how much detail about my life I actually put out there, no. I have a hard time talking about myself, I don't like it. It's just my nature. I don't like being loud about my life because everyone's going to hear what they want to hear anyway. And that applies to every situation, whether you are in the limelight or not. But, if you're asking whether things that happened on the show have affected my music then, definitely. I think it all links together. For this album specifically, I just focused more on what it feels like on the inside rather than what it looks like on the outside. That felt more important to me.

INT: we've watched you evolve and grow throughout the seasons. Did you ever think you'd be in the position that you're in now? Internationally famous, an artist growing out of a crop of Hollywood hotties to become an individual?

GA: I knew I would be a part of a show, because I, personally, auditioned for it. And I knew being a part of a show came with fame. But, I knew I could handle that. I was born into a different type of publicity because of who my father is. It wasn't just 'Mrs. Alvarez wears Hermes to her husband's trial'. It was 'that child is going to grow up to be a mistake.' and then have a mass of people agree, kind of publicity. I was always a part of his story. A vile one that was always associated with very destructive publicity. So, I expected that the show would make my name be known. But, I also hoped that through giving me a voice, it would make me be my own person too. And it did because it opened me up to opportunities. Like, writing an album. Or finding someone who sees my light, even if all I think I am is a shadow. I didn't think that I'd ever get THAT lucky. And that's cool.

INT: Speaking of finding someone, give us a little info about your sweetheart. Are wedding bells going to be ringing anytime soon?

GA: They will be, but not for us! A-ha! Fitz has a very exciting year ahead that he's stoked to share it with his fans and I'm beyond proud so, I will be there to support him. That's what we are focusing on at the moment, I think. Unless, he's exceptional at keeping secrets... But, yeah. He knows that when it happens, it will be the most sincere and honest yes. I think we already are kind of like an old, married couple. I feel like my love for him is ancient. His personality literally can't be replicated. He's cheeky and funny and passionate and filled with love to his core- I'm never not either smiling or laughing or absolutely melting. So, it's great. It's so good.

INT: That's so adorable! Okay, when can we expect the first single from your album? Can you describe the vibe of it?

GA: Well, my first single came out tw-two? I think, two weeks ago. That was absolutely terrifying. I thought people will start throwing tomatoes in my face. Thankfully, it only got a few bad reviews and plenty of good and semi-good responses so, I was really happy. As far as the rest goes, I'd like to go slow. I don't want to rush to drop the album. Whenever it will feel right. Because this is something very dear to my heart, I wanted it to be authentic both in writing and as far as the genre goes too so, it'll be all over the place. Honestly. Sometimes, I feel like listening to something upbeat and sometimes, I want to listen to something honest. So, it'll be all of that in one. It'll be fun. Promise.

INT: It sounds like your methods are more experimental, going with emotion more than logic. Is that the way you want to continue making music?

GA: I don't know how long I'll continue making music for, if I'm being honest. This entire experience is more experimental than logical. I want to be honest now because I feel like I internalised everything for so long. I don't give a shit if nobody buys the album, I don't care if it does well or doesn't. I know people who will want to hear my point of view, will listen to the album. And whether they listen once and never again or will stick to it, is entirely up to them. But, they'll somewhat be able to get in touch with what I felt and hear me out. That's enough for me.

INT: That's an incredible outlook to have on things. Thank you so much for your time today, Gia!

GA: It took a while for me to get there. Y'know how it goes! Thank YOU so much for having me!

Pop music is in dire straights with the absence of female led singles in the chart. Let's hope our very own Gia can lead the way. Her new single, Bad Liar, is available for streaming and purchase now!

#interview #gia