#karaoke w the three idiots

[chocsra]

if you’re ok with writing for multiple characters, could i request a platonic oneshot with chuuya and dazai x fem!reader who is apart of their “double black” (except ig it wouldn’t be double black anymore) and both mediates their arguments and instigates them? (maybe a snippet of friends to lovers between chuuya and the reader 🤭) tysm have a nice day!

"Unlit Cigarettes stained by Warm Lips"

15! Chuuya x gn! reader x 15! platonic! Dazai

A/N: ofc! yall i should keep my mouth shut bc i make too many promises i cant keep. HALLOWEEN IS SOON BTW AAAAAA

Content: stuck in a jail cell with your unfortunately idiotic subordinates, fluff, crack, mafia work, reader is MEAN, a little romance w chuuya, dazai may be ooc but i like to think that in this kinda dynamic he acts more like a normal teen, slight soukoku, smoking, lots of swearing, NOT PROOFREAD‼️‼️

"Missss.. [Y/N]s smoking."

You slap the lanky boy's shoulder harshly as you shove the cigarette box back into your sleeve, watching as your other subordinate's face contort in surprise as Dazai mockingly whines. "Ow.." he rubs his shoulder with bandaged fingers, the ginger next to him looks at you with amusement and confusion. "Where the hell did ya get that?" he asks, you sulk in annoyance from the whining bastard beside you, "Up your ass." a quiet click of the tongue from the ginger can be heard as you defy his genuine question.

Unfortunately, these two are your subordinates, your partners in criminal work, your associated murderers in the underground business. Even though Double Black is all scary and terrifiyingly violent, you thought they were a pair of funny, immature and idiotic assholes.

Dazai Osamu, a lanky, greasy boy wrapped in bandages, loved dying. Yes, he wanted to fucking die, but he doesn't. You sometimes question his skill of staying alive after that many suicide attempts, but it's alright, you suppose. The mafioso had messy brown hair and wore massive suits that did not fit him and constantly smells like dog shit. He claims he has a silver tongue with women but the only woman he 'has' is the front-desk suicide hotline lady. If somebody ever asked your opinion on him, you would answer.. "He's.. interesting."

Next is Chuuya Nakahara, a short, but strong arrogant boy who is frustratingly brutal. Veeery brutal. He's extremely competitive and takes every minor activity as a sweat-inducing challenge. Karaoke is a pain when he's screaming his ass off, simplistic cooking or baking is horrifiying because this shithead works like he's donating food to charity as if his fatass isn't going to inhale everything afterwards, and any sort of video game was devasting, any one.

He had short ginger hair and stormy azure eyes. His fashion sucked until Koyou, a fellow superior of yours knocked some sense into him. Chuuya had a rather small figure but fairly muscled. Yeah, he flexed his abs (ribs) in the mirror randomly. The boy loved fedoras, chokers and classic, fancy clothing that made girls scream 'DAMON TORRANCE 😍‼️' under his Instragram posts. If someone were to ask your opinion on him, you'd say: "He's an alright guy," with a shrug.

Some dumbass landed you three in jail for a reason you'd rather not speak of, and now you have to deal with the aftermath of waiting for your 'beloved' guardian, Mori Ougai to come bail you three out.

"Mackerel," Chuuya jabs Dazai's side, intensely glaring at him. "Why'd you get the guard's attention? I could've smoked." he hisses, causing the taller boy to snap back at him with an eyeroll. "Nah it's fine, I don't have a lighter anyway." you mediate the tension, boredly playing with the flimsy cigarette box in your hand. The redhead scoffs a little, leaning back in the concrete seat of the jailcell, impossibly manspreading further. "We could use Dazai's hot ass breath as a makeshift lighter.." Chuuya suggests with a smirk, the lanky teenager sassily scoffs, "Or rub pipsqueak's oily hair until it catches fire."

"Like- how would that make a fire?" you retort in amusement, "Have you ever been to a science class?" Dazai and Chuuya shrug in sync unshamefully,

"Was busy protectin' gangsta kids."

"Missed most of middle school 'cause of an attempt."

...

"Fair enough," you shrug back, fixing your hair. "Y'know, Boss is gonna kill us when he gets here." you add on, leaning your head against the prison wall. "I know, I'm not fuckin' prepared," Chuuya copies your movements beside you, loosely throwing an arm around your shoulder. Dazai's eyebrows knit in amusement and embarrassment at the sight, "Pipsqueak, you are NOT smooth." the ginger almost glitches as he flew away from you at those words, now chasing the brunette around the jailcell.

"'Playfighting between you guys is a fuckin' hazard, even for the mafia." you mumble, placing the unlit cigarette between your lips to feel the sensation once more. "This isn't playfighting! I'm gonna kill his ass!" Chuuya pants between missed kicks thrown at Dazai. "That's why [Y/N] thinks you give 'dog vibes'!!" the brunette retorts, bringing up a previous conversation based off you psychoanalyzing your coworkers.

"Why you!-" the smaller boy curses, flying off a wall aimed towards Dazai's head. "I'm not wrong though!!" you fling your arms up in surrender, smiling cheekily as Chuuya rolls his eyes. "After this fuckboy, you're next." You swallow thickly in slight fear. You swore you could hear walls crack and floors thump at the loud commotion, drowning out the poised footsteps towards your cell.

"Sir, are these your children?"

A kind, petite policewoman points to you three fighting like rabid animals. Mori Ougai, your tall, diabolic and terrifiying boss smiles fakely, watching his underlings fight in pure irritation.

"Unfortunately."

The tall brunette immediately halts as the ginger almost decks him in the face. Your hands stay frozen in the air as if you've been caught instigating a chicken fight.

Dude, you are so fucked.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #15 chuuya #bsd x reader #15 light novel bsd #chocsra #chuuya x reader #15 dazai x reader #dazai osamu #pm dazai #dazai x reader #crack fic

[reaperkaneki]

top five most surreal moments irl that only stuck with me the way they did because im a terminally online otaku clown:

the week my workplace kept getting prankcalled by some dumbass kid asking if we had pikachu hentai. thus resulting in me having to explain what hentai is not once, but twice, to two of my white women managers who are both grandmas and barely know what anime is. then the little shit actually came into the store and asked me directly, and in a fit of rage i had a gamer moment, told him to leave, and threatened to kill him. he nodded, understanding, and then proceeded to walk his ass to the front doors, whereupon he paused, took a deep breath, and yelled at the top of his lungs, can i get some pikachu hentai, and left.

the last time we hit the karaoke bar at a jp-style place where there’s also private rooms available. it was not our first bar of the night, so we were slightly buzzed, and walking in, three of us stopped dead in our tracks. because hold on. i know this song. what the fuck is this song. and we look up at the tv and the lyrics are in jp except the last line weigh anchor wait holy shit is this motherfucker singing the fucking? kancolle opening? yknow? the ww2 imperialist japan shipgirl series? (also i always thought that line was wake up but in retrospect weigh anchor makes sense i guess). (they’d queued up cruel angel’s thesis right after and fucking struggled so i actually did take pity on them and sang the first verse up through the chorus because i do actually know the lyrics to that one and i’m better than them. even w/o a mic.)

the day right after our local anime con while i was still completely exhausted because i’m an idiot who never remembers to request monday off, where i was, in typical customer service fashion, chatting up two guys in the weeb section of the store, and they let slip that they went to the same con, and i accidentally let slip that i had also attended, which is like. fine. normal. except they asked what i cosplayed as, and anyway long story short i think perhaps we should invent technology that will automatically teleport customers away from an overall sfw retail establishment if they have seen a worker’s ass in fishnets. (it’s fine, they weren’t like. weird about it. but dear god. mortifying ordeal indeed.)

when my bf and i went to a ramen place and i suddenly, before even sitting down to eat, felt violently ill and had to run to the restroom to puke. and as i was kneeling there, on the tile, bile surging up my throat, i realized i recognized the song. and it was neither a jpop song nor an american radio song. it was. from fucking rwby. and as i reached for the paper towels, there was also, conveniently, a mouthwash dispenser. with little disposable cups. (this was in an american mall, btw.)

when my bf and i went to a different ramen place (smaller, local, used to go there often) and we sat down to eat, and jpop is fine and normal and expected here, but what i did not expect was the tv broadcasting not sports, but esports. they were playing the fucking overwatch league? what. why. literally why.

#the kancolle incident lives rent free in my mind. walk into the bar and immediately i went bro we need to leave 😭 i cant do this 😭😭😭

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hmm I mean I think there needs to be balance

Uh oh :o

Okay phew

But it doesn't really matter which xD

LOL because it's more satisfying xD okay fair

SLFJDHKGJS are girls more satisfying xD (I'm sure it's a different factor)

AYY yeah :DD she's picking a girl :')))

Slayyy 🥰🥰🥰❤️

I'm happy for you Morgan :))

Oooh okay it's going okay :DD

AYY they took it out!!

But there's still a lot of work left to do I imagine

Okay okayyy

Uh oh 😬😬😬

XDD Lim just be like that

PHEW we're good :DDD

Oh no

Oh no she's dead isn't she D':

Yeah 😭😭😭😭 noooo 😭😭😭💔💔

I really hope Eden still gets the support she needs :'(((

That's so sad 😭💔 y'all I can't :'((

I don't deserve this xdd

OHH Nooo 😭😬😬

YES. Then fight for him

YES c'monnn please 😬😬

YAYYY

Phew :'DDD

We did it y'all :')

We did it <333

I'm so proud of them 🥰🥰🥰❤️

AWWW :'DD 🥰🥰🥰😭

The hug :')))

That was beautiful <33

And y'all all feel great :')

Aww :'((

Nah Morgan you're gonna stay aren't you :')

The decision text?

Yep

Are you gonna cancel :OO because like adopting her maybe?

Okay phew just rescheduling xD

Not that I don't want Eden to have a home I just think it would be a LOT to go through to cancel xD

But still :'DDD

That's so sweet :'))

Rescheduling to stay with her?

Yeah :')))

Lovely 😭😭😭❤️❤️

Awww :'DDD <333

That was amazing <33

Oop?

Nahh I bet he's gonna refuse it to spend time with family :'))

Ooh looking promising for that since it's going to him

YEP :'DDD 🥰🥰

Aww that's so sweet :'DD ❤️🥰 I love that :) <3

Lol and Park gets it, everybody's happy :) xD

Aww <33

Ope the results :o

(these last few bits might be out of order but from here on out I'm sure xD)

I bet they're good but I'm still scared :'((

Also Shaun just waiting there xD

C'mon c'mon c'monnn DD:

YES!!

P H E W

One of the only times Shaun has been happy to be wrong XD :'DD

YAYYY 🥰🥰🥰

Why is backstreet boys playing XD

SKFKGJDHKSLGDKS LOL KARAOKE

I was just saying I wanted that XDD

SLAYYY good for y'all lol

Go off guys xD

Oop yeah 👀 he admits to being jealous

Aww yeah :')) she does deserve that

But idk I still think y'all will be a thing

LOL them making him come up XD

Awww themmm 🥰🥰🥰❤️

Kalu's starting to fit in :'DD

SLFKGJDHJGS I love these idiots so much <333 ❤️❤️

Lol those are your three favorite men up there girl XDD 🥰🥰

OOP a shot of them together 👀👀

And the love triangle fully commences XD

Reminds me of in Fuller House when the two main love interests became besties lol

Dang I haven't watched that in years xD I think more recently I started rewatching it since do never finished but didn't finish he rewatch either lol - I mean years since I first watched it xD anyway

Anyway 😳😳👀 drama ahead

Awww the nursery :'DD

AWW it's so cute :'DDD 😭🥰🥰🥰🥰

Yayy :))))

Ope screws

Y'all better hope it's stable lol

Hmm Shaun is this baby anxiety?

Ah nope it's Glassman ain't it xD

Sir xD

My boy I think you're reading into this a bit

I swear if he says dementia

Okay good he didn't specify

Let the man live XD

It could just be him getting old too!! Or literally nothing XD

I'm sure it'll be something though because this is tgd xd

Y'all better not do this to me 😭

#the good doctor #tgd #oasis's tgd chatter

[sootygoggles]

the exchange peice I was working on!!

(@liathgray ik you like parental!roy so enjoy roy filming this mess)

#roy mustang #edward elric #fullmetal alchemist #s4s exchange #parental!roy mustang #alphonse elric #if you looked at the lyrics #:))))) #gotchu :))) #karaoke w the three idiots #eds the only one drunk enough to actually yknow #*sing*

[archived-kin]

☆masterlist ☆

-> ♫ means the piece was written headcanon style (bulletpoints, informal)!

-> ༄ means the piece was written as proper imagine!

-> 彡 means the piece is either a quick drabble or relatively short list of headcanons and so isn't formatted with the notes and gif like my proper writing pieces!

Obey Me!

♫ a trip to the zoo (demon brothers/gn!reader; fluff and crack)

♫ clinginess + affection with the boys (entire cast/gn!reader; fluff) (platonic for luke)

♫ kabedonning with the boys (entire cast/gn!reader; fluff) (platonic for luke)

༄ you contract a fatal disease but are physically unable to die (entire cast/gn! reader; angst) (platonic for luke)

༄ [doctor who au] you are the doctor and half the demon brothers gain paralysing crushes on you (various demon brothers + solomon/gn! reader)

༄ welcome home! (demon brothers/gn! reader)

༄ lucifer gets real sappy in the evenings (lucifer/gn! reader; fluff)

♫ grooming lucifer's wings (lucifer/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ [pt. 1] you’re a ghost, he’s the guy who killed you - what a wacky couple! (satan/gn! reader; crack)

༄ [pt. 2] satan has a bonding moment with his ghost buddy (satan/gn! reader; fluff i think??)

༄ arcade date with levi (levi/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ late night snuggles w/ belphie (belphie/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ just you and mammon being idiots in love (mammon/gn! reader; fluff)

♫ [pt. 1] simeon with a himbo boyfriend (dumb, beefy, kind) (simeon/male! reader; fluff), plus some extra notes and a doodle!

༄ [pt.2] simeon loses his himbo boyfriend (simeon/male! reader; angst)

༄ [pt. 1] you are solomon's husband and he loves you very much (solomon/male! reader; fluff)

༄ [pt.2] meeting your husband's co-workers (karaoke night!) (solomon/male! reader; fluff)

彡 genshin crossover: luke as a playable character who's barbara's twin brother

彡 obey me boys + who i think they'd main in genshin

Genshin Impact

♫ you come back from the 'dead' (various/gn! reader; angst)

༄ welcome home! (xiao, itto, thoma, eula/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ braiding fireboy’s hair (with a surprise kind-of confession) (diluc/gn!reader; fluff)

༄ aether and paimon meet diluc’s secret spouse (diluc/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ kaeya has a sheer heart attack (kaeya/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ three names (childe/gn! reader; angst) 

༄ i just like writing yearning angst for childe apparently (childe/gn!reader; angst)

༄ words upon the wind (venti/gn! reader; angst)

༄ orpheus and eurydice au (venti/gn! reader; angst)

༄ you skip work to go on a date with a mora-less but beautiful man (zhongli/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ you pine after lisa for roughly 3k words (lisa/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ sappy night-time date with albedo (albedo/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ fluff with the Good Boy (gorou/gn! reader; fluff)

♫ caught in a twin courtship (aether/gn! reader/lumine; fluff with some angst at the end)

彡 quick cheat sheet for my modern au!

༄ [modern au] you're the mentor of one of zhongli's kids and he's totally in love with you (zhongli/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ [modern au] xiao crushes on you so hard that he thinks he just hates you (xiao/gn! reader; fluff)

༄ [modern au] xiao and zhongli spy on your date with yanfei (yanfei/gn!reader; crack kinda???)

༄ [modern au] love at first sight? how about love at first FIGHT (that's equally cliche isn't it) (kaeya/gn!reader; fluff)

#masterlist #genshin impact imagines #obey me imagines #genshin impact x reader #obey me x reader

[doitjake]

The music in us - P1

Jake kiszka x reader

warnings: none.

Requests: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”

A/N:  this was an incredible request and I took a while to post it because I wanted it to be at least reasonable haha. this is the first part, i will probably post the second part on saturday or sunday. I hope you like it and if you want to see a specific scene in the second part comment here or you can send me a message / question!!

Requests here: https://forms.gle/6uMRSCzFvyR2FgZPA

Being in a band with your 2 best friends and your cousin is definitely awesome, until the first week.

"POPPY WHERE'S MY FUCKING HAIRBRUSH?" A super angry drummer was seen getting on the bus.

"Ana, can't you speak a sentence at a normal voice volume?" That was Lexa, our guitarist or our mother, whichever you prefer. She performs both functions very well.

"No, I can't." She walks over to Poppy and snatches her hairbrush out of her hand. "At least not when vocalists with superiority complexes steal my stuff." She walks to the small bathroom on the bus as Poppy showed her the middle finger.

Even inside the bus you could hear several bands doing sound checks and stages being finalized outside. We had arrived at the Summer Rock Festival a few hours ago, it would be three days of festival, we would perform on the second day, after our friends from The Struts and before the boys from Greta Van Fleet.

"Luke texted me, he and the boys are already heading to the bar." Lexa stands up fixing the bottom of her beautiful dress that looked like it was straight out of the 70's, "So if we don't want to be late our dear drummer had better get out of this fucking bathroom soon."

"Hey, no swearing, Mom." I walk past her grabbing my leather jacket from the seat. "Ana! Let's go!"

By the time Lexa and Poppy are outside I am trying to find my cell phone amidst a pile of clothes, Ana finally comes out of the bathroom.

"Cousins by chance, twins by choice." She pulls up the sleeves of her jacket, just like mine, smiling at me.

I find my cell phone and slip my arm over Ana's shoulders, leading us to the bus door.

"Did I mention I hate you?" I ask coming down the small staircase and find Poppy and Lexa waiting for us to go.

"Hm, I guess not today yet." She goes to Poppy's side and pats her chin. "Stop drooling, Poppy."

Lexa and I turn to where Poppy was looking and find the 4 boys from Greta taking their instruments off the bus, about 50 feet away from us.

"Fuck you, Ana," Poppy starts walking towards the exit of the festival, where there is an avenue full of bars, nightclubs, strip clubs and karaoke places.

In less than 10 minutes we had already arrived at the bar and before we even entered Jed already called us shouting. "Hey, girls! Over here!"

It was always really cool to hang out with the boys, we knew each other because of Jed and Adam being friends with Poppy's older brother. We joined them and other people from the crew and some other artists at the festival and less than 2 minutes later several bottles of beer were already on the tables.

I looked at my band mates, we spend so much time together that it is fun to analyze them socializing with other people besides ourselves.

Poppy was probably the most outgoing of us, everyone liked her, she was always nice and polite to everyone and it was amazing to see men with long beards and leather vests making fun of a girl singing rock and then Poppy shutting them up, either with her talent or her knowledge.

Lexa was so calm that it is still shocking to me to see her play and totally transform on stage. She had a 70's hippie style that matched perfectly with her long blond hair and delicate features.

And Ana, my band mate that I have known all my life, my younger cousin. Certainly the strongest personality among the four of us, her life revolved around music, and I loved that about her.

Oh, of course. There's me too, but I don't think it's worth describing myself too much. I'm probably too dull around them. I wasn't outgoing like Poppy, I wasn't charming like Lexa, and I definitely didn't have as much personality as Ana.

My God, what a depression. I need another drink, one stronger than beer.

"Hey, I'm going to go to the bar. I'll be right back." I speak to Lexa receiving a nod in response.

Reaching over I choose the only drink capable of cheering me up.

"A shot of Jack Daniels. No ice please" I speak loudly so the bartender can hear through the music of The Who playing at the bar.

"I always thought it was the guitar players who were more into whiskey" A husky voice came over the music right in my right ear. "I thought bass players were more into vodka"

And then the seat next to me was taken by Jake Kiszka, guitarist for Greta Van Fleet, well I definitely can't compare to Poppy on the subject of "GVF FANGIRL", but wow.

"What about the vocalists and drummers?" I asked as the bartender left the shot of Jack Daniels in front of me.

"Vocalists? Probably some weird drink and drummers for sure are the beer guys." He smiles and turns the stool around facing me "I'm Jake" He holds out his hand to you.

"Y/N" I hold his hand.

"The bass player who made my theory go down the drain." He laughs arching an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe I'm an exception.

"Yeah, maybe there was a glitch in the matrix." He turns to call the bartender. "May I imitate you?" He indicates my glass with his head.

"You're the guitar player here, I think I'm the one copying you." I smile at him and he reciprocates, and shit, why do I think I could stare at him smile forever? And then I feel an arm on my shoulders.

"So you mean my friends are friends, and I didn't know?" Luke leaned one arm on me and the other on Jake, clearly not sober anymore. "Come on over to the table, antisocial people, your bands are waiting."

Luke releases our shoulders and looks at us. "Or are you guys busy planning to pick each other up?"

I could feel all my blood rising to my cheeks in a second, and thank God I had already swallowed the whiskey, otherwise I probably would have spit it all out.

"Of course not Luke." I gave a nervous laugh praying that I could disguise my embarrassment. Which only increased when Jake tilted his head to the side looking at me and gave a weak laugh and then getting up to walk over to the table.

Now there were more people at the table, including the other three members of Greta, and I sat down between Adam and Ana. "Please dig a hole and stick me in" I whispered to my cousin.

"With pleasure." She winked and smiled at me, "But may I know why?"

With the music loud and our friends talking around us I had to lean 'round to whisper right into her ear. "I was talking to Jake Kiszka and then Luke came over and thought we were going to kiss and I looked like an idiot."

"You always look like an idiot, cousin." He whispered in response. "But you want to kiss him?" Ana smiled mischievously.

"Oh my god, I was just talking to him."

"Well, you should kiss him, he's handsome." She picks up her beer and offers me a bottle.

"You say that because you have a crush on his twin." I open my bottle as I watch Ana choke on her own beer and cast a quick glance at Josh. "Oh come on, you can't disguise yourself." I laugh slapping our bottles together before taking a long sip.

"I don't have a crush on him." Ana squirms in her chair uncomfortably. "He's the lead singer, he has several women after him, and he must have a superiority complex just like Poppy."

"He seems pretty cool!"

"Y/N! ANA!" Poppy's voice managed without louder than the music in the bar, causing us to turn around and find 10 pairs of eyes staring at us. "Are you guys deaf?"

As I run my gaze around the table I realize that all the boys' crew have left, now it's just us, the boys from The Struts and Greta Van Fleet.

"Hm, hey!" I reply before Ana has a chance to cuss Poppy out.

"We're going to karaoke, the bar closes early today." Gethin gets up from the table, being followed by his bandmates, Josh, Sam, Danny, Poppy and Lexa.

"I'm in!" Ana stands up.

"I'm going back to the bus, I don't have as much energy as you guys." I stand up grabbing my cell phone and wallet.

"Let's go together." Jake speaks and I realize that he was the only one who hadn't gotten up until now.

"Ok" I say trying to look calm and not knowing why I am nervous, like a teenage girl who likes the popular boy.

I say goodbye to everyone and when I pass by Ana she winks at me, in a not discreet way.

After we pay for our drinks, Jake and I head out onto the streets of Chicago to return to the festival.

"Excited for tomorrow?" Jake asks as we cross one of the avenue streets.

"For sure, tomorrow and our days will have the best shows!" I look at him. "I feel like I might faint just remembering that I'm going to see Steven Tyler live tomorrow." He throws his head back and laughs. "Now you think I'm some kind of crazy fangirl." I smile.

"Oh, of course not." Jake returns the smile by looking at me. "The chances of me passing out at the Stones concert are not small either."

"So, you're a 'fangirl' for Keith Richards?"

"Definitely." He laughs again shaking his head.

"Does that mean that for you 'team stones' is right?

"Well, it's certainly a tough contest, but yes 'team stones'." He turns to me with the corners of his lips raised. "Team Beatles?"

"And a George stan with pride." I smile and wink at him amused. "Okay, important question."

"Okay, speak." Jake runs his fingers through the strands of hair that fall down the side of his face.

"Pearl Jam or Nirvana?"

"Is there a right answer?" He asks and I arch an eyebrow at him. "Okay, hm, Nirvana."

"You had a right answer! And you got it wrong." I smile. "Come on, Eddie Veder is almost a God."

Jake laughs and brings his hands in front of his body in a sign of redemption. "I don't disagree!"

And then I realize that we arrived at the festival some time ago and are now facing my bus.

"Thank you so much, for walking me here." I say to him, climbing up the first step of the entrance stairs, almost standing the same height as Jake.

"You're welcome!" He gives me a smile and puts his hands in the pockets of his black skinny pants. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

You smile at him and Jake moves closer and deposits a kiss on your cheek.

"Bye!"

“Bye, Jake!”

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fic #greta van fleet imagine #gvf #gvf imagine #jake kiszka gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader #fanfic #imagine #jake imagines #jake x reader #jacob kiszka

[moonah-rose]

Eavesdrop

A quick alternate to Earshot, but set in canon S2 rather than NPL, where the demons focus on Michael for their taunting.

*

Second book in on the top shelf. That’s the one to pull to unlock the secret door hidden in the wall behind Michael’s desk. She’s supposedly the only other being, besides Janet, in this micro-universe privy to that bit of info. It leads to a hallway that extends to a secret chamber filled with a bunch of Earth collectables along with, recently added on her suggestion, a mini-arcade with classic game machines and a karaoke stand. The walls were sound proof, obviously.

She’s not here to escape a lecture from Chidi about messing up the laundry by hanging out in her demon pal’s very own ‘bud hole’ this time. Her ear is pressed to the closed panel after sealing herself in, waiting for the big Satanic tree to arrive.

To her surprise, and slight annoyance, he hadn’t arrived alone.

“You shouldn’t be getting drunk like this. What if the humans saw you? Everyone here is supposed to be abstinent of all vices!” Michael had grumbled, a ruckus of giggles behind him.

“That’s the point, dummy! It’s a ‘Purge’ night!” Vicky cackled; “Tell ‘im again, Gunner!”

“I got the idea off this human movie - one night, we’re allowed to do any shirt we wanted without consequence! We can drink, smoke, do drugs, stab and bite to our black hearts content!”

“NO! Definitely no stabbing! Or hurting any of them...Physically!” He’d struggled to make that last detail sound natural.

Good save, bud, Eleanor had thought.

Another demon, Petra, Eleanor thinks, had groaned; “Ugh, you are such a buzzkill lately. Can’t you see how awesome this idea is? Think about how wasted Eleanor is gonna let herself get! That dork, Jason, is gonna be high as a kite and it will make Chidi and Tahani wanna cower inside their homes! It’s genius!” 

Eleanor had almost let herself be excited for the idea of trying to make the most of this supposed ‘torture’, similar to the one at Tahani’s party, which even Michael had said she hadn’t done too bad at acting and preparing the chaos sequence the next morning. She could hear the worry in Michael’s response though, being surrounded by three hundred demons, losing their inhibitions and wanting to let off steam in the most ‘passionate’ way possible, had the potential to go very wrong. For all of them.

As she listened, Michael’s attempts to reign in his rogue employees soon descended into outright pleading, which only gave him more scorn in return.

“Look just...remember what our goal is here. I get that you’re all frustrated but we’re doing so well and all I ask is that you don’t go too far on the humans, please.” He’d tried to ask, nicely. Wrong move.

The laughter nearly shook the building.

“Jeez! If you love these humans so much, why don’t you fork them?” Bambadjan teased.

“Nah, let’s face it, not even those cockroaches would wanna go near that disgusting skin suit with all it’s musty folds.” Vicky responded; “...Oh, what’s wrong, Mikey? It’s not like we’re insulting ‘you’ after all...Unless you’re starting to feel a little too cosy in that costume of yours.”

Eleanor’s stomach twisted on his behalf. She knew how much he loved that suit; he was so forking vain, after all. But then again, is it vanity if it’s not really his body? He just wishes it was.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Michael responded, quietly.

“Then prove it, dude! Take it off! Strip! Todd goes streaking every night.” Gunner encouraged.

“You know I can’t! It’s not the same for me.”

“Maybe I’ll take mine off tonight. Imagine how much Mendoza will freak out when he sees a giant acid snake coming for him after too many mushrooms!” Vicky joked; “It’s still ten times better than any torture method you’ve come up with for them, Mike. Maybe melting their brains by revealing your demon form will provide us some results.”

Is it really that bad? Eleanor was naively hoping there was some sexy bald goat-man underneath that suit. Dude was so shifty about it, like he didn’t wanna spoil the mystery. Was it more than that? Was he ashamed?

“You’ve all made your point, have your Purge and I’ll clean up the mess tomorrow. Just go easy on the humans - I insist.” Michael sounded so tired.

“Oh he ‘insists’!? Did you hear that guys? Mikey, who failed his own experiment over eight hundred times, wants to ‘insist’!” Vicky sneers.

“Well I insist that he shuts his fugly food hole and leave the masters to our job!” Petra cackled; “And he gets back to trying to fork his paperclips or whatever shirt you get up to here.”

That sounded painful, Eleanor couldn’t stop herself picturing it.

“Jeez, Mike, you always were a loser but there’s really no hope for you, is there. Before you were just the quiet nerd no one wanted to hang out with because of your weird fixation with Earth-people. Soon you’re gonna be known as the idiot who failed his first experiment; even if the rest of us do manage to salvage it for Shawn, we’ll all know the truth about how badly you suuucked!”

It took all of Eleanor’s strength not to shove the panel open, stomp over and grab Vicky’s hair to slam her face into the desk. They all just followed him in there to bully him?! They were the losers.

“C’mon, guys! We should have known he wouldn’t have wanted to join our party, it’s not like he’s used to being invited to any.” Bambadjan added, inciting more giggles.

“See you in the morning, dumb-ash. Be up bright and early to clean up our shirt, as you say, chop chop!”

Counting to ten to contain her rage luckily meets up with the sound of the door closing, the demons exiting the building.

She carefully opens the secret door, seeing Michael sat in his chair, hands folded on his lap, eyes cast down. When he hears her soft footsteps, his head turns, expression shifting to try to cover the wobbling lip she’d briefly caught sight of. He sniffs and rubs his upper lip with his hand.

“Eleanor!” Michael straightens up; “Were you there the whole time? What if they’d seen you or...sensed you were there?”

“Relax, man, they didn’t see shirt, it’s cool.” She puts her hand up; “...You okay?”

He looks to the side, forcing his ‘superior’ smirk, “Uhh, yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Just...having a bit of workplace banter, as they say.”

“Didn’t sound like ‘banter’ to me, dude.” She edges closer, slowly, knowing that if he’s as much like her as she knows, he’s gonna be like a wounded tiger right now.

Getting too close, too quick, is gonna get her eyes clawed out. She would know, she’s swung a few claws herself.

Michael sniffs, struggling to keep his mask on; “M’fine, Eleanor, really. You better go prepare for this Purge or whatever they were talking about, go enjoy yourself or...make sure the others are safe-.”

His words are cut off by her weight falling down onto his lap, arms looping around his neck as she embraces him. Fork it. Screw being slow and steady; the demon was about ready to cry.

“Wha....What are you doing?” Michael stutters, stiffening.

“Hugging you, idiot...Sorry, I mean that affectionately,” She says against his ear.

“W-why?”

She shrugs, still hugging him tight, shuffling on his knees; “’Cause you need it. ‘Cause it’s the quickest way to let you know that all those things those demons said was garbage. Fork, have they always talked to you like that?”

His silence answers her question.

She squeezes him again; “Damn, no wonder you’re as new to this whole friend thing as me.”

“Demons insult each other all the time, Eleanor, it’s how we compliment each other. We’re meant to enjoy it.”

That made zero sense. 

“But you don’t....do you?”

Michael breaths in deep against her. Then she shakes her head, leaning into her shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause I’m a freak...I’m wrong, just like they say...like Shawn says...I’m just a failure of a demon.”

“That’s a good thing in my books, man.” Eleanor pulls back, looking at him, admiringly; “You might be failing as a demon but, I have it on good authority, you are rocking it as a newbie human. And I know you think we’re all gross and stupid but...I know you love us.”

He wrinkles his nose, trying to look as though he denied it, yet refusing to. His eyes gaze into hers, a rush of color brightening his cheeks.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say it, I know you’re not quite ready there yet.” She knows herself how difficult it is to say those three words, to anyone; “But we’re your friends. We want you on our team, Michael, not just ‘cause it stops you torturing us but...Because you’re a cool guy to be around, when you’re not giving paperclip showers or putting us in purple space bubbles.”

A smile threatened to crack on Michael’s face as he squirmed beneath her. Was it really this easy to make an all-powerful being look so shy and bashful? It was adorable.

She moves her hand up to his cheek, thumb stroking below his eye, reddened with unshed tears.

“Also...I feel kinda obliged to confess something.” She says, “This skin-suit? Your skin-suit? What Vicky said was bull-shirt. All of it. Not only is this suit as much you as whatever demony essence you got going on underneath...But it’s also not bad looking either. I might even go as far to say ‘handsome’. In like a Richard Gere in Pretty Woman way.”

“R-really?” He looks hopeful for a second; “I mean...I know it’s gorgeous, but I wouldn’t expect...I mean I wouldn’t want you - or any human - to ever wanna-.”

She cuts his babbling off again with a kiss on the cheek.

He’s frozen now.

Eleanor grins; “That prove it for you? You know me, I don’t give out pity kisses.”

Michael squirmed again, biting his lip, mumbling something which might have been ‘gross’ or ‘weird food holes’, but he doesn’t move his hands away from where they’ve found the small of her back.

“Hey...how about we do one quick bit of karaoke before we go brief the others on tonight. You can pick the song.” She says, giving his bow-tie the smallest tug.

He smiles, touched, then nods; “Sounds good...”

“Cool. Also, don’t open that drawer on your desk until you’ve properly cheered up - I rigged it with a pie to get thrown in your face as revenge for cheating off my paper earlier!”

“Oh, pies are the best prank! I wish you hadn’t told me now, you’ve spoiled the surprise.”

Eleanor giggles as she takes his hand, leading him to his bud-hole; “You know me, demon buddy. I’m always full of surprises.”

His fingers squeezed hers; “That you are.”

#hellstrop minific #michael x eleanor #fluff #emotional hurt/comfort

[stormkrigeren]

Whumptober Day 29!

Link to the Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34210837/chapters/86685436

Title: Insomnia - Lois

Prompt: No. 29 ‘All Work, And No Play’ - “You’re still not dead?”, too weak to move, overworked

Word Count: 1289

Lois Joanne Lane was a night owl to the nth degree, though oddly enough, this was something of a recent development. Growing up in a military family, getting up with the sun had been a daily part of life and continued to be that way up until her second year of university when a combination of events including a midterm paper, a karaoke party, and what under highly specific circumstances could be considered a car chase suddenly revealed the truth: Lois got her best work done at one in the morning when there were no idiots around to bother her.

Her sleep schedule shifted drastically after that, and though it was a pain in the ass for a week or three as she tried to rearrange her classes to be mostly confined to the afternoon, it was around then that her professors discovered that damn, could this madwoman write. Lois rarely got to bed before two am, spending her evenings (and half of her nights) writing the articles, essays, reports, pieces, and works that would firmly establish her as one of the best journalists to come out of that university in nearly twelve years.

The habit continued, staying with her long after college and well into her first internship, then onwards and upwards to the bullpen of the world-renowned Daily Planet. Lois worked the typical nine-to-five bit in the office, ordered takeout (usually Chinese, but she had recently discovered an Indian restaurant on 5th and Barnes that had some mean curry), then began doing the investigative part of investigative reporting. Depending on the story, that could last long into the night but there would always be a bit of time and coffee-fueled energy left for Lois to return to her apartment and compile whatever notes she had procured into a nearly-legible Word document before passing out on her couch. The coworkers who didn’t call her ‘Mad Dog’ Lane for her tenacious passion for the work had started nicknaming her ‘Batwoman’, and to be perfectly honest, she couldn’t disagree with them. She loved working late and though it probably wasn’t the healthiest way to live her life, Lois found that she honestly didn’t give a fuck as long as it put her on the high road towards a Pulitzer Prize.

Unfortunately, being a night owl did not make Lois invulnerable to the bane of every writer’s existence - lack of inspiration caused by exhaustion.

She had been living off of four hours of sleep every night for a good week at this point, and it was finally starting to show - mostly in the bags under her eyes, but more worryingly in the fact that even a triple-shot espresso didn’t give her much more than a mild buzz. The worst had come to the worst: coffee had stopped working, and now Lois’ insomniac ass was just plain ol’ tired.

Most, if not all of her late night writing was done either at her dining room table or her couch, surrounded by piles of notes and empty coffee cups while the news played in the background to drown out any distractions while she diligently typed perfectly formatted Word documents containing what would hopefully be her next Pulitzer Prize-winning article. Even so, Metropolis Eight News played as loud as her neighbors would bear wasn’t enough to quite recreate the comforting bustle of the Daily Planet’s bullpen that had quickly become the tune to which her whole life danced. If she stopped her incessant typing long enough to think about it, Lois realized that her own apartment was quite lonely - and despite how much she told herself that she worked best when there were no idiots around to bother her, she still missed the company of fellow writers weaving the truth into their own articles and pieces.

Many of her coworkers at the Planet were constantly encouraging her to get a boyfriend, some even going so far as to set her up with dates which Lois really only went to for the free food. Cat Grant, who was well known for going through at least one man a month, also had a habit of catching Lois in the break room just in time to break into a long-winded speech about how a romantic partner would help get her mind off of work and teach her to have some fun.

(And help her sleep better at night, Lombard from Sports would add with what Lois assumed was his attempt at a ‘sexy’ wink. It honestly just looked like he had something in his eye.)

Lois was of the very firm opinion that there would be no significant others in her life anytime soon, and she wasn’t afraid to make that known throughout the bullpen - Lois J. Lane was officially unavailable and unofficially married to her job. That was about the closest she could get to telling Lombard to put his opinions about her home life where the sun doesn't shine.

In the meantime, Lois was perfectly happy having her apartment to herself and satisfied any random urges she might have for a boyfriend with a weighted blanket, over-sugared coffee, and long showers. Speaking of coffee, her last mug of joe hadn’t done shit and her second wind was beginning to blow itself out… or maybe it was her third wind, though Lois knew that it could quite easily be her fourth - time tended to stop being real somewhere around one in the morning.

Setting her laptop aside, she got up to start the kettle boiling with the intention of brewing herself a nice, strong cup of black tea in hopes that her body would accept the caffeine she so desperately needed in a form other than coffee. She didn’t really expect it to work - she had already exhausted herself beyond any rescue besides sleep, though that would be just about impossible for Lois in her current state. Anyway, another caffeine hit was worth a try.

The next half-hour was spent waiting in vain for the tea to do its job and give her enough energy to maybe, maybe finish her article on the implications of a new tax law in consideration while Lois did her best to format one of her quotes from one of the city council members into something that would simultaneously grab her readers’ attention, accurately represent the situation and the council member’s statement, and still fit into a two-inch column of newsprint.

After a few minutes of useless effort, she redirected her attention to digging the tv remote out of its hiding spot between the couch cushions and turning the volume up a few clicks so she could hear the news a little bit better - not that she ever listened to the mud they broadcasted in place of real journalism these days - before she began to organize her mess of a coffee table slash workspace with a sigh. There were a pair of empty Starbucks cups that would have to go in the trash, along with a mostly-eaten takeout box of kung pao chicken and her pile of nigh-on incomprehensible handwritten notes for an interview she’d done that morning which Lois neatly stacked back into something that didn’t look quite as likely to topple over before collapsing back onto the couch. There wasn’t any point in trying to get more work when her brain was as frazzled as it was, though she was just as likely to catch even an hour of shuteye as she was to write a halfway-decent article at the moment. She knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep that night with her insomnia and tendency to overwork herself, but who needed sleep when they were in the running for a Pulitzer?

#whumptober2021 #no.29 #overworked #imsomnia #DCEU #Lois Lane #fic #Red Capes

[dansedan]

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DISCO ELYSIUM COMMUNITY HERE IS MY BOLERO/LATIN POP HARRY DU BOIS PLAYLIST FUCK YOU PAY ME 

(liner notes and English lyric translations under the cut, listen-along with the playlist!)

(warning, LONG LONG post)

BOLERO ELYSIUM:

1.       No Soy Nada- Harry mourning over Dora.

Translated lyrics:

[Verse 1]

My love, how I would like to have you with me

Turn back the clock and feel your heartbeat again

My love, how I wish not to be alive for today

And that you can be born again, walk your way

 [Chorus]

And sorry for crying at your feet, unable to see your face

For the sake of both of us I’ll leave, if it’ll make you smile tomorrow

And now I know that I do not do you as well as I imagined

It is not me that you should love because I am nothing

 [Verse 2]

My love, I never meant to be bad, I swear

And as much as I tried and improved, it is not enough for me

 [Chorus]

And sorry for crying at your feet, unable to see your face

For the sake of both of us I’ll leave, if it’ll make you smile tomorrow

And now I know that I do not do you as well as I imagined

It is not me that you should love because I am nothing

 It’s a good, simple angst chanson. Very accurate for a drunk idiot mourning over a relationship and self-flagellating.

 2. Te Fuiste a Tiempo- battle-tested relationshit/partner-divorce

Translated lyrics:

[INTRO]

You could’ve killed me like this,

So cruel and merciless

 [Verse 1]

You left on time

Because you were starting to be a necessity

How lucky was I

When fate gave me my freedom

 You left on time

Because I was beginning to understand that you were a disguise

And with the cynicism of a mirage

You asked for one more kiss

 [Chorus]

I hung a sigh from the spark of your hair

Like a comet that knew it was going to the ground

I gave you my wings when I was just taking off

I gave you everything and even neglected myself

 [Post-chorus]

You could kill me (Ah, ah, ah)

So cruel and slow (Ah, ah, ah)

But it was better ...

You left on time

 (The ra ra ra ra ...)

 [Chorus]

I hung a sigh from the spark of your hair

Like a comet that knew it was going to the ground

I gave you my wings when I was just taking off

I gave you everything and even neglected myself

 [Post-chorus]

You could kill me (Ah, ah, ah)

So cruelly and slowly (Ah, ah, ah)

But it was better ...

You left o-o-o-on time

 From the point of view of both of them!!! fucking insane dudes. It’s an April fools playlist of boleros so I am not going to pretend to have nuance here they are pining cheesily. Jean and “I gave you my wings when I was just taking off/I gave you everything and even neglected myself” makes me see red. Plus the idea of Very Soppily switching Jean’s attempts at having Harry… Not Do What He’s About To Do as “one last kiss” is. Soppy and amazing ok shut up.

 4.       El Último Trago- the bender of apocaliptic proportions

Translated lyrics:

Drink this bottle with me

And after the last drink we’ll leave

I want to see what forgetting you tastes like

Without putting your hands over my eyes

 Tonight I'm not going to beg you

Tonight you're really going to go;

How hard it is to have to leave you

Without feeling that you no longer love me

 The years have taught me nothing

I always make the same mistakes

Yet again toasting with strangers

And crying over the same pains

 Drink this bottle with me

And after the last drink, kiss me

Let’s hope there are no witnesses

Just in case you were embarrassed

 If one day we accidentally meet again

Do not bend down or speak to me directly;

Let us simply shake hands

And let the people murmur after

 The years have taught me nothing

I always make the same mistakes

Yet again toasting with strangers

And crying over the same pains

 Drink this bottle with me

And after the last drink we’ll leave...

 It’s the LAST DRINK hah see what I did there but also it’s a song about the foibles of drunkenness and drunken romantics so it’s very apt for harry trying to drown his Dora-related sorrows in alcohol. Poor mans. Also Dolores does just mean “pains” in here but. Dolores…

5.       No Soy de Aquí Ni Soy de Allá- Amnesia (hah, get it. Geddit. Yes this is mostly here because of the name but LOOK THERE’S MORE)

Translated lyrics:

[Verse 1]

I like the sun, Alice and the doves

good cigars and bad ladies

Jumping walls and opening windows

And when a woman cries

I like wine as much as flowers

And rabbits, but not tractors

And homemade bread and the voice of Dolores

And the sea wetting my feet.

 [Chorus]

I am not from here, neither from there

I have no age nor future

And being happy is the color of my identity

 [Verse 2]

I like to always be lying in the sand

To chase Manuela on my steed

For all the time, to see the stars

With Mary in the wheat field

 [Chorus]

I am not from here, neither from there

I have no age nor future

And being happy is the color of my identity

 [Verse 3]

I like the sun, Alice and the doves

good cigars and bad ladies

Jumping walls and opening windows

And when a woman cries

 Okay so hear me out: the stupid boiadero rugged macho man listing shit he likes to seem cool? So good for early amnesia Harry. This has Raphael Ambrosius Costeau written all over it. The mild mysoginy is only the cherry on top but all the random-ass nonsense lines that are just there to sound cool is perfect for Harry just. Saying shit and seeing if it sticks. Also the song bops so it’s here. Also like… “bad ladies” = klaasje thirst, “Jumping walls and opening windows” = the jamrock shuffle, “I like wine as much as flowers” = commodore red, forget-me-nots, “the sea wetting my feet”= Martinaise… ey? Ey? Ey?? Am I saying Jorge cafurne predicted disco Elysium? I don’t know but I’m sure saying SOMETHING. Also this would be a great ARB karaoke song.

 6.       Diez pasos hacia tí- getting to know Kim

Translated lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Life left us crossed

In a very casual way

You came like the sun

Stealing my shadow gradually

 Any leak of light

Everything was a sign

Ten steps towards you

A thousand doubts over me

And the fear, naturally.

 [Chorus]

You made me tremble like that (You made me tremble like that)

Like the moon over the water

And then I let go (And then I let go)

To embrace your gaze

And that's how I discovered you (And that's how I discovered you)

But it was in a kiss that I met you

 Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, ten steps towards you

Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

 Any leak of light

Served as a signal

Ten steps towards you

A thousand doubts about me

And the natural fear

 You made me tremble like that (You made me tremble like that)

Like the moon over the water

And then I let go (And then I let go)

To embrace your gaze

And that's how I discovered you (And that's how I discovered you)

But it was in a kiss that I met you

 You made me shake like that (You made me shake like that)

Like the moon over the water

And then I let go (And then I let go)

To swim in your gaze

And that's how I discovered you (And that's how I discovered you)

But it was in a kiss that I met you

 Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, ten steps towards you

Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

 Okay so clearly they don’t kiss YET but. We’re keeping on the theme of being very very cheesy and romantic because this is a shitpost playlist so here is a song with some vibes of slowly allowing yourself to trust someone who takes a bit of darkness from your life. “any leak of light”, “you arrived like the sun”, sunrise parabellum… also I love Harry being weak for Kim so “you made me tremble like that” is just. Yes thank you.

 7.       Soy un Corpóreo y Dentro de Mí Hay una Actriz Recién Titulada Llorando -superstar cop

Translated lyrics:

[Chorus]

I am a corporeal and within me

There's a newly graduated actress crying

I am a corporeal and within me

There's a newly graduated actress crying

 [Post-Chorus]

And in the official photos

I appear smiling with the children of the place

And in the promo clips

The sobs that inhabit me cannot be heard

 [Verse 1]

The show must go on

Experts indicate that it is the best

Two out of three recommend it

For your daily use

 [Chorus]

I am a corporeal and within me

There's a newly graduated actress crying

I am a corporeal and within me

There's a newly graduated actress crying

 [Post-Chorus]

And in the official photos

I appear smiling with the children of the place

And in the promo clips

The sobs that inhabit me cannot be heard

 [Verse 2]

I have no other life than the one that sweats inside of me

And I don't want it to go, and I don't want it to go

It is that I have no other life than the one that cries inside me

And without her I am nothing, and without her I am nothing

 [Outro]

And without her I am nothing, and without her I am nothing

And without her I am nothing, and without her I am nothing

 OK SO THIS ONE IS HEAVY but for both the tentatively-affectionately-titled “terminal cop brain” that Harry (and Kim and Jean) suffer as well as a touch of his internal struggle with his own self-hate and depression AND Dora shit it is here. Superstar cop just needs to buckle up his disco belt and bring down the law (no he doesn’t he needs a lot of real actual help but uh. Okay harrier.)

 8.       Lo Mal que Estoy y Lo Poco que me Quejo- the jamrock shuffle around Martinaise

Translated lyrics:

[Chorus]

How bad I am and how little I complain

How bad I am and how little I complain

 [Verse 1]

I always get up with my foot looking at the ground

The mute voice greets me from afar

He gives me his silence but I play the idiot

Looking in the mirror

 [Verse 2]

And the mirror gives me its reflection without mine

I assume it and I continue but I do not trust myself

I self-diagnose without even minimal success

And so I get depressed

 [Chorus]

How bad I am and how little I complain

How bad I am and how little I complain

I have my soul in quarantine and my body is broken

What pain, what pity and what torment

 [Verse 3]

I go out to the sidewalks, my walking out of tune

My suitcase full of boulders

My smile upside-down from climbing so many stairs

Without getting anywhere

 [Verse 4]

And history criticizes me because I'm always grieving

And I tell them ‘poor is he who hides his crying’

A brick doesn’t know how to cry

But it doesn’t follow a beat well either

 [Chorus]

How bad I am and how little I complain

How bad I am and how little I complain

I have my soul in quarantine and my body is broken

What pain, what pity and what torment

 [Bridge]

And how my whole life hurts

And the doctor has told me

That calls into question the truest truth

That I'm late to the niche

And that to each new pain I look for a placebo

 [Outro]

My donkey, my donkey's love hurts

Because nobody loves him, only me

And grief greets me when I'm laughing the most

My heart is full of patches

My donkey, my donkey's love hurts

Because nobody loves him, only me

And grief greets me when I'm laughing the most

My heart is full of patches

Chin pon!

 Is this not the most perfect song for the absolute insanity of mr. Du Bois? First, the catchy fucking tempo, let us enjoy how splendidly jaunty it is. Amazing. Then, all the stuff about the mirror, ESPECIALLY “And the mirror gives me its reflection without mine/ I assume it and I continue but I do not trust myself”. Also the line “And history criticizes me because I'm always grieving/And I tell them ‘poor is he who hides his crying’” feels so much like an argument between Harry and skills over Dora shit… this song is also just a bop.

 9.       Algo Contigo- falling in love with Kim (which is a canonical event fuck you)

Translated lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Do I need to tell you

That I am dying to have something with you?

Have you not noticed

How much it costs me to be your friend?

I can no longer get close to your mouth

Without desiring you in a crazy way

I need to control your life

To know who kisses you and who shelters you

 [Verse 2]

Do I need to tell you

That I am dying to have something with you?

Have you not noticed

How much it costs me to be your friend?

I can no longer continue spying

Day and night, guessing when you’ll arrive

I don't even know with what innocent excuse to pass by your house, oh-oh

I have so few roads left

And although it may seem like a folly to you

I would not want to die without having something with you

 [Verse 3]

Do I need to tell you

That I'm dying to have something with you, oh

Have you not noticed

How much it costs me to be your friend?

I can no longer get close to your mouth

Without desiring you in a crazy way

I need, baby, to control your life

Know who kisses you and who shelters you

I have very few roads left

And although it may seem like a folly to you

I would not want die without having something with you

 [Outro]

(Something with you, something with you)

baby, I wouldn't want to die without having (Something with you)

Something with you (Something with you)

Sad the fate that awaits me without being able to get to know you (Something with you)

Something with you (Something with you)

There is no excuse, there is nothing I have to lose

(Something with you)

Like a slave (Something with you)

A slave forever, I wouldn't mind being

(Something with you)

Eternally slave (Something with you)

Girl, I wouldn't want to die without having (Something with you)

Something with you (Something with you)

Sad is the fate that awaits me without being able to get to know you (Something with you)

 Okay so for one it’s pretty clingy as a romance song so it’s already perfect. We’re choosing to ignore it’s sung to a woman shhhh but look, okay. “I can no longer get close to your mouth/Without desiring you in a crazy way” is one of my favorite love song lines ever because I’m that brand of idiot but LUCKILY SO IS HARRY DU FUCKING BOIS OKAY so it makes me think of… devastatingly cool smoking Kim. I laughed a lot at the way “Day and night, guessing when you’ll arrive” paralleled a lot of my friends’ testimonies of getting really bummed out that Kim left with the body and they couldn’t hang out with him anymore. Also the sort of desperate air of “I have so few roads left/And although it may seem like a folly to you/I would not want to die without having something with you” also pings really nicely with Harry’s state of mind and inexperience and the assumed (reasonable lol) reaction that Kim might have at figuring out about this very unstable man’s pining after him. I almost had a different version of this song but despite the cheesiness of this rendition I like the way the ending lines devolve into… even more desperation. You go to therapy Harry, maybe you’ll get to smooch Kim if that works out…

4.       Ya Sé- the final dream with Dora.

Translated lyrics:

[Verse 1]

I know ... that you don't want to see me, I already know

That you are tired of my way of loving

That you don’t understand me and my jealousy does you wrong

That my caresses no longer shine on your skin

And that my nights are full of anxiety

 [Verse 2]

I know ... that you're with someone else, I already know

That you are calm and that you do not plan to return

That he has everything that he could never be

What are you saying that I have no dignity

That you don't care if I'm well or if I'm bad

 [Chorus]

Oh Love! Sorry if I call you to hear your voice

Sorry

I know you’re hating me

I'm leaving now! I want you to know something:

My heart fled, it left, I lost it on your lips

 [Verse 2]

I know ... that you're with someone else, I already know

That you are calm and that you do not plan to return

That he has everything that he could never be

What are you saying that I have no dignity

That you don't care if I'm well or if I'm bad

 [Chorus]

Oh Love! Sorry if I call you to hear your voice

Sorry

I know you’re hating me

I'm going now! I want you to know something:

My heart fled, it left, I lost it on your lips

 [Outro]

My heart fled, it left, I lost it on your lips

My heart fled, it left, I lost it on your lips

 Okay so the final dream kicked me in the emotional nuts and this is such a fucking fitting song. I mean, the phonecall had already killed me pretty hard, and the idea of Dora’s voice being so stuck in Harry’s mind that he can immediately react is… it’s a lot. I like the lip imagery here too bc I’m a slut for parallels between Kim and Dora, sue me. The self-flagellation and repetition and just… “ I know what you’re feeling but I don’t care I’m feeling this about it”  is so very fitting for the two of them… I just think about it a lot…

5.       Ódiame- Jean again… Jean in Martinaise…

Translated lyrics:

Love, don't forget me

Please,

Hate me

 Hate me as a mercy, I beg you

Hate me without measure or clemency

Hate, I want, more than indifference

Because  resentment wants less than oblivion

 Hate me for mercy I ask you

Hate me without measure or mercy

Hate, I want, more than indifference

Because  resentment wants less than oblivion

 If you hate me, I’ll be convinced

That you loved me well, with insistence

But keep in mind, according to experience,

That you can only hate that which you love

 What is worth more, me, humble, you, proud

Or is it worth more, your weak beauty

Think that at the bottom of the burial pit

We’ll be wearing the same clothing

 What is worth more, me, humble, you, proud

Or is it worth more, your weak beauty

Think that at the bottom of the burial pit

We’ll be wearing the same clothing

 If you hate me, I’ll be convinced

That you loved me well, with insistence

But keep in mind, according to experience,

That you can only hate that which you love

 But keep in mind, according to experience,

That you can only hate that which you love

 OKAY SO THIS ONE IS JUICY AS WELL… the whole theme of hate vs forgetting is very directly a Harryjean dynamic but. Please consider the way that this song is very directly interpretable as Jean just. Straight up going into bargaining over the harry amnesia thing. Like, fuck, even if you’re gonna keep being a horrible abusive asshole and pushing me away, at least don’t go an forget me. WHAT A KICK IN THE FUCKING NUTS. Also love the Broderbund bullshit with “Think that at the bottom of the burial pit/We’ll be wearing the same clothing” because. Cop Angst and their equality as partners is Important To Me. Also definitely calling out Jean’s entire being with “ you can only hate that which you love”

6.       Sí Po’- Inviting Kim to the 41st (gay)/post-mart domestica

Translated lyrics:

[Verse 1]

The stars aligned

You can't guess what happened

Do you remember that chore

That they had set me for today

 [Verse 2]

Yea, see, I managed to run it for tomorrow

I have all the time in the world for you

Mmm mmm mmm

Yea, see, just today that you are also free

We will have all the time in the world to do

Mmm mmm mmm

 [Pre-chorus 1]

It’s not like it was planned

Once it touches us

All the time giving up

Always going towards the crash

 Meeting deadlines that do not exist in practice

Fulfilling goals that you never set for yourself

 [Chorus]

"Let’s not go shopping, not today"

" Let’s not go shopping, not today "

You tell me and I’ll shop for you

" Let’s not go shopping, not today "

" Let’s not go shopping, not today "

You tell me and I’ll shop for you

 [Verse 3]

The weight of the glue

It doesn't make sense if it's like this

Dying with the excuse (From!)

That there is no other way to live

 [Verse 4]

No, see, I want to spend more time with you

If a window opens I will take advantage of it

Mmm mmm mmm

Yeah, see, and now that you’re also free

We will have all the time in the world to do

Mmm mmm mmm

 [Pre-chorus 2]

More than enough

And I fully complain

But the time of the world

It's not that long either

 Meeting deadlines that do not exist in practice

Fulfilling goals that you never set for yourself

 [Chorus]

" Let’s not go shopping, not today "

" Let’s not go shopping, not today "

You tell me and I’ll shop for you

" Let’s not go shopping, not today " ("please!")

" Let’s not go shopping, not today "

You tell me and I’ll shop for you

 [Outro]

With you I have the impression of being safe

That you don't always have to be doing something

 LOOK. LOOK. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THE TROPE OF THESE TWO ACTING LIKE EMBARASSED TEENAGERS AND THIS IS MY SHITPOST APRIL FOOLS PLAYLIST SO I AM GOING TO THROW IN A COOL TEEN CRUSH SONG SHUT UP. I love the intimacy of just. Groceries for each other, “casually” making time for each other, it’s just the best. Also “But the time of the world/It's not that long either” is HNNG with full game spoilers but you know what. It is also sweet. Fuck you, they want to spend quality time…

7.       Tartar de estár major- literally just a terrible cheesy “things will be better OR ELSE” credits scene type song

Translated lyrics:

Tell that old story

That despite everything some things remain

The moments lived

Memories that will remain

Deep in the soul

Nothing can make you forget

That we walked the same path

And the things that we did

 It was because we wanted to be

Again in this place

Despite the mistakes

Despite the flaws and virtues

I keep in me the best

Moments that will remain

Deep in the soul

 abandon everything and think no more

You can not forget what you lived

And your loved ones

They miss you when you are gone

They don't want to cry for you

 Many times

we had to be apart

And feel that despite the distance

We feel the same as each other always

 Nothing can make you forget

That we walked the same path

And the things we did was because we wanted to be

Again in this place

 Do not overthink it more

There is always a reason

Trying to revive

Trying to be better

 Trying to be better

 A song about memories… and being loved and values… and surviving through those memories and that love in order to try to become a better person……. That’s all I’m gonna say….

#disco elysium #fan playlist #silly

[trance-griff]

Kyoka Jiro x Kaminari Denki Part Three

Word count (pt.3): 2037

Warnings: None, just fluff.

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“I lost?!” Denki’s voice caught the attention of many, fists slamming down the panel of the arcade machine while Jiro nonchalantly stared elsewhere, failing to hide the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. “Got your butt kicked, huh?! Seems like you’re losing your touch, buddy.” Sero slung an arm over Denki, looking over his shoulder to see a black screen with ‘Player two wins!’ displayed in blue, Jiro being player two, of course. The screen lit their faces in different colors, despite Kaminari losing and having to treat the female, he didn’t seem to mind one bit, seeing her act like herself is what made him recover from his loss, with her eyes lighting up and sparkling he felt his heart fuzz in his chest, what was he? A kindergarten student?

Their day went by in a flash and still, they had the energy to go on with their activities, the karaoke was the highlight of their day, everyone having the chance to hear each other sing, whether they were good or bad, it was enjoyable. Koda being shy and only murmuring the lyrics while Sato seemed to be the loudest amongst everyone with his gruff voice, the singing got him going. It took a lot of convincing to get Jiro to sing and she was finally there, a mic between her fingertips as she fidgeted and parted her lips to utter the tunes, instantly entrancing her classmates once again with her melodious singing, moments like these her confidence would radiate and act as a spell, charming the audience, moments like these Denki would feel his chest swell and he hoped no one else but he felt that way towards the angsty teenager- he wanted this to be special but wouldn’t admit that himself- perhaps this whole time he was in denial, or he was just braindead to not notice all the feelings folding over each other with every passing day. Guess the nickname Jiro thought of was perfect at this very moment: Jamming Way for being the idiot he was to not notice and think everything was alright.

“We would all make such good singers!” Uraraka spoke profoundly, hands holding her backpack in place as she remained in close vicinity with Midoriya and Tenya; exiting the karaoke, her voice was hoarse but everyone could relate, singing and laughing was bound to give them a sore throat but it was an enjoyable experience especially for Momo who spent a long while gushing over every little thing before regaining her composure and arranging the transportation to the beach, and soon they were at their final destination; Momo’s Private Beach, the beach had everyone at awe with it being spacious enough and everything was provided, however…

Whatever Mineta and Denki were expecting turned out to be the complete opposite, once again disappointed- the females were too tired for a swim and wore beach dresses, enjoying the shallow water instead. “The s-sw-swimsuits? Why aren’t you wearing them?!” Mineta was being delirious, taking the females by surprise as Sero held the short male back.

“Huh? We’re a little too tired from today’s activities, so we decided we would take it easy, right girls?” Were Momo’s simple explanation and the rest agreed but the purple-haired individual was not having it before any drastic steps were taken, Tenya had Mineta carted elsewhere… never to be seen for the rest of the day, something Denki was mildly concerned about but the blond was lucky to not be in Mineta’s place; grateful for watching things play out from the back not to mention his attention would fall onto Jiro -who was occupied with the rest of the females- finding himself distracted every time his friends brought him back to reality by nudging him. “You okay there, bro?” Kirishima questioned; expressing worry. “Yeah, yeah! Totally dude. A little tired.” Denki sheepishly laughed it off- easily fooling the red-haired individual while Bakugou remained silent; unlike his /oblivious/ friend the explosive male wasn’t ignorant to his surroundings, one could say he was even revolted but he’d play his part and excuse himself from this romantic atmosphere. “I’m gonna go beat up stupid Deku, you comin’ shitty hair? Soy Sauce Face?” Bakugou called out; already walking ahead, leaving the group behind. “For the last time, It’s Kirishima!” And with that the two stood up following Bakugou with Denki awkwardly sitting alone; maybe he’d take the chance and approach her or he’d sit this one out and accept how awkward he was being, it felt ‘uncool’ being like that- unable to speak up or as Jiro would put it ‘wouldn’t be rockin.’

Denki didn’t notice how dark it had gotten as he mainly spent it lost in his thoughts, the sky shifting from a pinkish purple to a dark shade of blue dotted with stars, the tides picked up and the rest of class 3-A moved away from the crashing waves, some gathering to make a little campfire and huddled up close as they continued to chatter, while Denki remained as he was, eyes closed as he filled his lungs with the beach air, it helped calm his overheated head, this was worse than any math equation and if he kept all these feelings to himself; he’d end up living up to his ‘jamming-yay’ reputation, or worst case scenario he’d die from heartburn, not literally but with his head burning up and chest-thumping rapidly, he couldn’t sit still and his face distorted with disturbance.

 “Kaminari?” Denki’s eyes jolted open, yellow eyes looking up at dark purple hues. “J-Jiro?!”  She was looming over the male with a soda in her hand, Denki immediately sitting straight up; only inches away from slamming his forehead against hers, realizing their proximity her face flushed slightly and she stepped back with a huff, thrusting the soda can towards him, a finger playing with a strand of hair. “H-Here. Didn’t think me beating your butt would make you so scared of me.” She wheezed with obvious mockery waiting for him to take the carbonated drink from her, mumbling thanks he gratefully accepted the soda. “That’s not the case at all, today was fun.” He laughed out, a smile tugging at his lips and she returned the gesture however cheeks still red and her smile wavered from how her cheeks burned. “C-Cool, I guess.” She patted her summer dress, adjusting it before taking a seat next to Kaminari; him sipping on the soda and her fidgeting with her fingers.

There was silence, and the crashing waves and whistling wind filled that stillness,

Jiro found herself opening her mouth every few seconds before shutting it, unable to let out the words- both had a lot on their minds and their thoughts spoke louder than words-.

“Ka…” She uttered, fists clenching her white summer dress, feet digging into the sand as they rubbed against each other, teeth-gritting when she forced herself into silence.

“Ka…?” Denki’s ears perked up in expectation, head tilting towards the awkward teenager who continued to fidget with her fingers, lips puckered into a pout before sighing and giving in. “Today was fun, I didn’t expect it to be that fun.” Her fingers decided to occupy themselves with a stray stick, using it to make random shapes into the sand. “The arcade especially, the unexpected phone call too… You even treated me out for ice-cream, it was nice…” By now she was red from head to toe, stuttering out words and fidgeting further as Denki listened to her, his situation was no different but he remained more composed however he didn’t really understand where this was all coming from.

“Don’t tell me Jiro, do you like me? Heh? Is that it? It’s okay to confess~” Denki had mainly meant it as a joke, a way to cover up his feelings as he faked pride and even swiped his hair back but when he failed to hear anything in return he stiffened. “F-For real…? J-Ji-.” Before he could continue blabbing, a stick was pointed at him in a threatening manner, taking him by surprise as he flinched yet, she couldn’t say or do anything; flustered and retracted the stick. “It’s nothing, forget I said anything.” It was her cue to leave and maybe dig herself six feet underground. “W-Wait! Me too! Me too!” Denki slipped out, reaching to hold her wrist. “You too?” Jiro paused, red face turning to look at a flustered Denki, he nodded and gathered the courage to speak. “Yeah, I like you too.” He finally confessed, letting go of her wrist after a while only to sheepishly rub his neck and shift his gaze elsewhere. Well, there was no point stepping back, the cat was out of the bag.

“Like me as a friend…?” She questioned, and Denki shook his head profusely. “You know what I mean, Jiro!”

“…Oh.” “Is that your only answer?!” From that flustered girl was now a blank looking girl, brain unable to process his words. Once again, the silence returned and Jiro looked at her feet. “So, all this time I was being… stupid for nothing…?” Ever since she discovered her feelings for the goof, she was all over the place and couldn’t even be herself around him.

Wow, so uncool of me…

“Stupid for nothing?” Denki repeated before realization dawned upon him. “You were being passive-aggressive because of me?! I was the reason behind that change?! You could have just told me, y’know?” He pointed at himself, confusion mixed with joy, he didn’t even know how to express it as his mouth was a half-grin half gasp only to earn a glare from Jiro causing him to instantly hush up. “Shut it Kaminari! I thought your brain wouldn’t comprehend such feelings, you dunce!”

“I’m fully capable of it! That’s why I’m telling you I like you, Jiro!” He defended himself; irritation evident, she always messed with him like this and it was time he proved her wrong. It took her by surprise when he bluntly displayed his affectionate feelings to her and she covered her ears, this wasn’t what she had expected at all, she didn’t even consider this a possibility whatsoever, all she thought about was this being unrequited and her graduating without ever getting the chance to reveal her feelings. “…I… Me…Er…” Her throat felt constricted, but Denki was content with that alone; she didn’t need to verbally express it anymore everything made sense now.

“I know.”  Taking the chance to place a hand over her head, Denki’s expressions softened as he hid her face into his chest, she didn’t fight back and leaned against him. “This is so lame…” She mumbled and Denki chuckled at that. “Yet here we are.” He cooed. Feelings were always weird it brought out the strangest part of a human, affectionate desires people normally would recoil at becomes normal when they find themselves charmed and smitten.

“So…” Jiro trailed off, waiting for Denki to urge her on to continue but when she looked up, his face was looped… He was stupefied. “A-Are you alright, Kaminari?!” Jiro’s flushed face turned to astonishment and then to a sputtering mess. “Uweh…” Guess his brain fried over this and Jiro held her stomach from how hard she was laughing, his thumbs thrusting into the air assuring whoever was on sight that he was okay. “You’re hopeless, Kaminari…” Jiro shook her head, looking at her surroundings before leaning in on her tippytoes to leave a quick peck on his cheek.

 And that’s how the two students of Yuuei became a couple.

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“Man. it reeks of shit here,” Bakugou growled, swatting his hand in the air to express annoyance. “Looks like our little Bakugou can’t handle a bit of lovin’, am I right or am I right?” Kirishima grinned, shark teeth exposed as he leaned an elbow on the blonde’s shoulder. “Shut up, Kirishima! You were too slow to understand what was going on.”

“So, wait. If Bakugou hadn’t left with you two, they would have missed their chance? Way to go Boom Boom Man!” Mina cheered with a jump, celebrating with the rest of the group. “Quit it, raccoon eyes!”

“Bakugou, the cupid of class 3-A.”

“You guys wanna die?!”

#my hero acadamy #my hero acamedia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academy #denki #kaminari denki #jiro #jirou kyouka #fluff #denki x kyoka

[szivtalan]

In honor of Aokise day coming up, let's hear your opinions on them, yeah??

OH YEAH I THINK THAT’S AN EXCELLENT IDEA thank u!!!! I’m not sure if you’re asking me to go thru the entire ask list but I’m gonna and u can’t stop me ehe <3 (If ur asking just my general opinion they’re neat and I wuv them)

1. Who likes to sit in the other’s lap? Kise loves to sit in Aomine’s lap, even when they’re out with friends. You know he’s done it even in their Teiko days, but that was less flirty and more playful. Aomine mostly just puts his head in Kise’s lap and gets him to stroke his hair until he falls asleep on their quieter days.

2. On a cold day, who likes to snuggle up to the other? Aomine runs extremely hot so it’s usually Kise who snuggles up to him when he’s cold. Sometimes he’d attempt to crawl into his sweaters along w/ him and it’s the sweetest thing ever.

3. Who cooks the food and who does the dishes? Aomine can’t cook to save his life and Kise can easily master any kind of recipe (also, he’s taken lessons from Kagami, too) so it’s Kise cooking, but they always do the dishes together. Probably because if it’s only on Aomine, he’ll just forget it and Kise will fight him about it haha

4. How would they describe each other to loved ones who haven’t met their partner yet? Aomine rarely needs to give a full introduction because Kise is just hella famous for a teenager haha, but when he does it alternates between “He’s an annoying little shit, you shouldn’t even bother” and “He’s the most beautiful fucker you’ll ever see and if you ever so much as look at him wrong I’m breaking your fingers”. Kise will flash an enigmatic smile and say “How do I say it... He’s probably the best basketball player in the country, and he’s sweet and hot and funny and you can’t help loving him”. And then they meet Aomine and they’re like.... sweet where?

5. Who is more likely to kiss their partner on their forehead? Aomine. For one, he’s taller. For two, it’s a good way to shut Kise up, and for three, he just likes how flushed and soft his expression turns at that, every time.

6. Who makes a scrapbook of all their memories to give to their partner for a special event? Ex- anniversary, birthday, etc. Oh man, Kise would probably pull a stunt like that for Aomine’s birthday. There’s tons of Teiko pictures, mostly of the two of them, sometimes with Kuroko, and then sometimes with Midorima and the rest of the GoM. There’s a few photographs of the Touou team together, some of Aomine and Momoi when they were little, and most recently all the photos Kise’s taken of the two of them since they started dating. Aomine definitely doesn’t cry. It’s just that his eyes are sweating.

7. Where would they go to get away from everyone else and just be alone?  When Kise gets his driver’s license and buys himself a car, the first thing he does is take Aomine for a weekend and drive him down to the nearest seaside resort. They go to the beach and spend two days in each other’s company, and get very friendly with the queen size bed in their reserved room.

8. Who would want to take cute pictures for Instagram? Kise definitely!!! If they’re out he’ll just flood his friends’ feed with pictures of them kissing and holding hands, if they aren’t he’ll just post a lot of blurry pics of Aomine as he was trying not to get photographed lol!

9. Who would most likely call their partner, dude, babe and idiot, all in the same sentence? Aomine it’s not even up for debate

10. How do they let their loved ones know they are dating? Aomine doesn’t. He might mention it to Satsuki, but everyone else just finds out when Kise starts yelling it from the rooftops. Figuratively. Or is it

11. Who breaks out in a dance when they hear their favourite song and who joins their partner dancing no matter what they are currently doing? Kise will be the one to initiate dancing but it usually takes a bit of nudging and singing loudly at him for Aomine to join. When he does, it’s more just groping Kise up and down and less moving with him anyway, but he’d never heard Kise complain about it.

12. If they each went to go buy an outfit for one another, what would they get? Kise would probably buy Aomine a leather jacket with some slim-fitted pants that may or may not be fretted and/or deliberately torn or slashed at the knees. He’d also get him a dark-colored dress shirt, probably burgundy or midnight blue, because he has impeccable fashion taste and he likes to make his partner look good beside him too. Aomine in turn would probably get him something more comfortable and casual; he’ll think about a sweater because Kise keeps borrowing his but he’s reminded (either by company or sheer memory) that Kise only likes to wear his sweaters, so he’ll settle for jeans, a tank top with a ridiculously low neck (you know, the kind that also has enormous holes on the sides), and a denim jacket. He most definitely doesn’t buy him lacy lingerie too.

13. Who still blushes when their partner compliments them? Kise, definitely. It’s rare that he can make Aomine blush. Kise, on the other hand, even though he’s being bombarded with compliments 24/7 wherever he goes, just can’t handle the way Aomine really means it.

14. What memories do they share together that will stay with them forever? Playing at Teiko, playing against each other, the first weekend they spend at the beach, their first meeting... Being affected by Kuroko’s way of playing basketball, Seirin’s win against Rakuzan. And then, there’s many other memories they will hope to make together.

15. Who would dedicate a song to their partner at a karaoke night? Bonus - what song would it be and why? Kise, because he’s a cheesy brat and he likes to embarrass his boyfriend. I’m eyeing my AoKise playlist for inspo but I know it would be super romantic and mushy. Probably something from MIKA because Kise considers him a gay icon, or Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream? But I could totally see him going at Walk The Moon’s Shut Up And Dance, too lol!!!

#knb #anime #aokise #kise ryouta #aomine daiki #ask and i shall answer #geometricalien #knb headcanons #this was SO much fun i really adore this ship <3 #thank you!!!!!! #vmine #I absolutely do NOT dare editing this but please consider: kise singing 'sugar' by maroon 5 to aomine on karaoke night #pls and thank u

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Fictober 2019 #1 Ganondorf creates a Kpop group

A/N: Yo, what is up? I’m back with the crack. I’m in such a good mood because my three fav players (Leff, Armada and my man, Samsora) made it into summit.

Anyway, this is part of the fic I started last fictober I suck at romance. You can read it if you want, chapter 4 is my favorite one. But to summarize, you just need to know that Link wants to break up with Zelda because he’s bored of their relationship and that Ganondorf works at the Apple store in costumer service where he’s really just doing odd jobs and getting paid a lot to the point he’s the asset of the store.

Prompt number:  1 “It will be fun, trust me.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): Super Smash Bros

Rating: Idk, T.

Warnings/Tags: kpop

Words: Idk, I just write everything in a long file with a bunch of crap, so I couldn’t count.

Ships: Link x Zelda. A bit of Marth x Roy, mainly Ike making jokes about them. At this point, I think Ganondorf x his job at the Apple store qualifies as a ship.

“Won’t lie, you’re the last person I expected to see here,” Ganondorf admitted as he stared at the short blond in front of him, “You must be in quite the pickle if you’re asking me for help.”

“I have no other choice,” Link sighed, “I’ve tried everything and I always fail.”

“Not surprised. What do you need help with anyways?”

“Help me break up with Zelda.”

“You truly are desperate.”

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Ganondorf had gathered Link and his friends to the training room. No one was quite sure why they had to be there but Link had told them it would be fun.

Ganondorf entered the room holding a huge radio and a bag full of CDs and accessories. He set everything up and soon, the training room looked more like a stage.

“I am training you guys for karaoke,” Ganondorf announced, “You five will be singing some Kpop songs about breakups with Link as the center. Any objections?”

“I can’t read!” Pit reminded Ganondorf.

“And I can’t dance, like at all,” Roy admitted, “Dancing doesn’t run on mom’s side of the family.”

“I don’t like karaoke,” Ike said, “I’ve never even sung before.”

“Can I be G-Dragon?” Marth asked.

Ganondorf facepalmed so hard he almost had to go to the doctor. He was not ready to work with the group of idiotic friends. When they were all separated, the five friends were actually quite competent, but having them all in one room reduced their collective IQ to 0.

But there was no time for the Gerudo king to worry about his own feelings. He had to get the job done, nothing was more important than his reputation as the most valuable employee of the Apple store.

After a week of training, the boys were ready. But they still had to choose a song and that was probably the hardest part of the whole plan. They needed a song that was quite clear on the message Link wanted to convey.

Ganondorf had prepared a list of songs but clearly, none of the boys besides Link really cared about the list. They all wanted to sing their favorite songs instead and those songs happened to be the complete opposite of the concept Ganondorf and Link wanted.

“No, Marth, we can’t sing Bang Bang Bang,” Roy argued, “Fantastic Baby is clearly the superior BigBang song.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” Marth snapped, “Bang Bang Bang is way better, plus it fits with our breakup concept. If the only word Zelda understands is bang, she’ll think that Link’s shooting her.”

“But according to your line distributions, we’re the only ones saying bang bang bang. She won’t think Link’s the one shooting her.”

“She’ll think that you two should go bang bang bang in your room,” Ike smirked, “We should sing As if it’s your last.”

“I want to sing Gangnam Style!” Pit smiled.

Ganondorf sighed and looked at Link for answers. The Hylian said he’d go ask Zelda what music she liked so that he could choose the exact opposite.

---

Zelda was walking around the Smash Mansion’s garden when Link ran up to her. Link never ran up to her, so she knew he had something important to say.

“Zelda, what’s your favorite Kpop group?”

Zelda was shocked. Link never asked her questions. Was he finally trying to be a decent boyfriend?

“Um, I only really like EXO and Red Velvet.”

“BigBang and Blackpink it is.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Do you want to go to the karaoke tonight?”

“Karaoke?”

“It will be fun, trust me.”

Zelda naturally accepted. She didn’t know why Link chose the karaoke but he always chose weird places for their dates. She was excited Link was the one asking her on a date for once. But she couldn’t help but think something was wrong.

---

It was the night of the karaoke. Ganondorf had gathered the boys for one last training session. While the three Fire Emblem lords had a boring fight about what the microphones’ colors should be, Link asked Pit for a request.

“Pit, I need you to act as cute as possible so that you can seduce Zelda,” Link told the angel, “That way, she’ll move over really quickly after our breakup and she won’t be sad about it.”

“But I don’t want to date Zelda,” Pit complained.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.”

“All of you shut up and listen to my advice!” Ganondorf yelled, “Link, you need to make sure all the random stranger girls fall for you so that Zelda gets even more pissed off. It would be even better if you fell for one so that you’d finally have the motivation to break up with her. Or fall for one of your friends, I don’t care. Just fucking break up with her already, I have a reputation to uphold.”

---

Zelda had chosen her coolest dress in the hopes of impressing Link. Had she really been serious about impressing him, she would have changed her hair.

As she entered the karaoke, she noticed Link and his four friends. Zelda wanted to groan very loudly. Link was obsessed with his friends, it was like he was more in love with them, than he was with her. If he liked one of them, why didn’t he just break up with her?

Zelda wanted to yell at him but she quickly remembered Link had never specified it was a date and sighed with relief. Still, she hoped that if Link really did leave her, it wasn’t for one of his friends. She politely greeted Link and his friends and they all prepared to take the stage.

“I want to dedicate these songs to Zelda,” Link spoke into the microphone.

Zelda was really happy her boyfriend was singing something for her, he had even gotten his friends to help. Except that he’d chosen to sing a song she didn’t like. She assumed he was saving the best for last since he was going to sing multiple songs.

But she didn’t like any of the songs they were singing. She didn’t care that their dancing and singing were almost inexistent, she just wanted to hear songs she liked. Meanwhile, the crowd appeared to be really into the performance.

Zelda got herself a glass of water and sighed as she watched the performance. There was no coordination at all. Marth and Roy were getting significantly more lines than the others because they chose to song Japanese versions of the songs, Link was getting all the English parts and Ike was doing random adlibs. Poor Pit didn’t even have his microphone on.

Zelda felt so bad for the angel. He was clearly putting everything into the performance but since he couldn’t read, he wasn’t allowed to shine. Yet despite this, he stood out to her because of how cute he was.

“What am I thinking?” Zelda said out loud, “I’ve already been through this.”

Zelda was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the pattern in the song choice. Ganondorf realized Zelda wasn’t paying attention, so he told Link to start plan B.

“Zelda, this song describes what I feel towards you,” Link said.

“Please fuck me, Link!” some random girl in the crowd shouted.

“I’m so sick of this fake love! Fake love!”

Link was screaming at the top of his lungs but Zelda somehow managed to assume that he was being sarcastic and giggled thinking it was a joke. Zelda, why?

It was break time and Ganondorf gathered all the boys in the men's room. Link and Zelda were going to break up or his name wouldn’t be Ganondorf, the Apple Store’s best employee anymore.

“Guys, sing the most disorganized mess you can think of. I’ll play all your songs at the same time.”

Everyone seemed pretty happy with his suggestion. They changed into the outfits they actually wanted to wear and rushed back to the stage.

“Zelda listen carefully,” Link said as the start of Zelda’s favorite song ever started to play.

Now Zelda’s attention was on the stage. She couldn’t wait for Link to start singing. But before she knew it, the song stopped and five songs played at the exact same time. No one was even singing the same song, they were all in their little bubbles and somehow still managing to hype up the crowd.

Zelda was pissed off. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She hated being pranked. But she hated when her favorite artists were insulted. She went up the stage to confront her boyfriend.

“What was that?” the angry girlfriend yelled, “How could you insult my favorite song like that?”

“After all of this, you couldn’t even figure out what I’ve been trying to tell you?” a clearly annoyed Link asked.

“Oh, I’ve figured it all out. You hate my favorite music. Link, we’re over!”

“Wait… Are you serious? Are we finally breaking up?”

“Yes, you never truly loved me. You just wanted to bang all your friends.”

“Eh, close enough.”

“Oh, wow...” Marth blushed, “I never knew Link felt that way about us.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Ike started, “We just need Roy to take Marth to his room and bang bang bang his brains out so-.”

“W-what!?”

“Great idea, let’s go sing Bang Bang Bang in our room,” Roy interrupted.

---

The boys returned to Marth, Roy and Ike’s room to celebrate Link’s breakup. While Marth and Roy sang BigBang songs, the others talked about the day’s events.

“I can’t believe I’m finally single again!” Link sighed in relief, “And she was the one to break up with me, so she won’t feel depressed for a month.”

“Why did you even date her if you didn’t love her?” Pit asked.

“Her eyebrows were better than my Zelda’s eyebrows. I just had to say yes when she asked me out.”

“I can’t believe you dated her for a petty reason and she broke up with you for a petty reason,” Ike facepalmed.

---

Meanwhile, Ganondorf was sitting on his desk laughing his ass off as he counted all the money he had gotten. He was the best Apple store employee the store could ever dream of. He would have accepted a promotion, but he wouldn’t get paid as much.

The King of Darkness laughed the entire night much to his roommates’ dismay.

---

A/N: I actually really like kpop and I respect all the groups mentioned. I just thought it would be fucking funny to have Link and Zelda break up over kpop.

#fictober19 #link x zelda #ssb #ssbu #super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #link #zelda #the legend of zelda #zelink #loz #tloz #legend of zelda #zelda x link #marth #roy #marth x roy #marroy #maroy #roy x marth #ike #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fe #feh #fe heroes #pit #kid icarus #ganon #ganondorf

[flowerrose14]

random question, does Anthony do karaoke if asked? if so would he challenge others? is he competitive about it at all?

Anthony:Heh...Honey...*he looks around and grins* Of- Casino Anthony:I Sing better!! Anthony:Wait- Anthea:Ha!You wish sweetie! Anthony:Could you- Human Anthony:Um,Excuse me? pfft-you lot ain’t got a chance- Mafia Anthony:Please,you’re all pathetic at it- Anthony:CAN ALL OF YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!! THIS IS MY ASK!!! Prince Anthony:Moral of the story,we’re all competitive idiots,except-*Angel Anthony hides behind him and he smiles* Angel Anthony,he gets terrible stage fright...

<w>” Don’t mind this weirdness-

Okay,in all seriousness...YES! The guy plays guitar on the streets of Inkwell,before he met Candy,he used to sing a bit to get folks attention. Now, Original Anthony,it depends who’s askin.And yes,this lad gets so damn competitive at times.BUT Casino and Human are more confident with it, Casino loves to show off and preform,Human just finds it fun as all hell.Sooooo those three challege eachother alot -w-”

If Anthony is in a confident mood,he’ll challege people for sure uwu”

[treasure7boys]

Better For You || Kim Doyoung

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Type: Angst/Fluff [Requested]

Word Count: 4.1K (Lol, they just end up so long)

Warning: Cursing, small age gap [Not edited] 

Description: A kiss leads to confused feelings and a frustrated Doyoung

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Doyoung shot up in bed when his phone began ringing. It wasn’t terribly late, only around 10 PM, but he didn’t usually receive late phone calls. “Hello?” he questioned. He hadn’t been asleep, yet, but merely staring up at the ceiling as the night sky taunted him.

“Doyoung! Good, you answered,” his friend, Byounggon, exclaimed. “So, Y/N’s here right now and I’m not sure what’s wrong, but she’s really drunk and I didn’t know who else to call.”

Byounggon worked at the karaoke place you and Doyoung went to together often, so that was how the three of you became friends. “Really? Shoot, okay. I’ll try to get there soon, Hyung.”

He ended the call and received another immediately after. “Who were you talking to?” his mother asked immediately. She and his father were celebrating their anniversary in Jeju, so he was home alone for the next three days. “I’ve been trying to call, but the line was busy.”

“Sorry, Mom, I was on the phone with Byounggon-hyung,” he confessed. “I guess something’s wrong with Y/N-noona, so he asked me for help.”

His mother was concerned. “Really? Is she okay?”

Shaking his head, he got out of bed. “I don’t think so. I guess she’s really upset about something.” You only ever got drunk when you were upset, so it wasn’t a lie. “I think I have to go out and make sure she’s okay.”

The idea of him going out late at night when he was alone wasn’t a very pleasing one to his mother, but she knew how important you were to Doyoung. Besides, she was also quite fond of you after knowing you for many years, so she also wanted to make sure you were okay. “That’s fine, but text me once you get home, okay?” she asked.

“Of course, Mom. I gotta go,” he said, pulling a random pair of black pants on. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The call was ended and Doyoung put a jacket on over the shirt he was wearing, quickly shoving his feet into his black Converse. He grabbed his wallet, house key, and shoved them into his jacket pockets along with his phone before leaving.

He was glad it wasn't late because it meant the buses were still running. As the bus drove, he nervously tapped his foot. He hated the idea of you drunk and alone in one of the karaoke rooms. Why were you upset? You were meeting your boyfriend for dinner, so had that gone wrong? All these thoughts only made him more anxious and he just wanted to get to the karaoke place quickly.

“Good, you're here,” Byounggon said, looking relieved. “She's in room five. She's been here for a few hours and I didn't know what to do. I've just been adding time because she starts crying if she's not singing.”

Doyoung nodded. “Okay, thanks for keeping an eye on her, Hyung,” he said before going to your room. Opening the door, he found you on your feet hopping around as you sang along to “Cheer Up” by Twice. “Noona…”

At the sound of Doyoung's voice, you stopped singing and smiled. “My Doyounggie is here!” you cheered. He looked around and saw all the empty beer and soju bottles. “Now it's a real party!”

You only had enough time for one more song. “Sing me a song, Noona.”

Nodding, you picked a song. “Because I’m Stupid” by SS501 started playing and Doyoung frowned. It seemed something bad did happen between you and your boyfriend. As you sang the song, you began crying. When your soft crying turned to sobbing, Doyoung was quick to hug you and you immediately collapsed into his arms, crying into his chest.

“He dumped me,” you managed out.

Doyoung’s heart dropped. Your boyfriend dumped you? How? Why? You guys were supposed to be going on a date, but your boyfriend decided to dump you during it? He thought you guys were both really happy together and, although he always hated the thought, he did believe you might get married. So, to say he was surprised would be an understatement.

After that, you quickly fell asleep. “My shift just ended, I’ll give you guys a ride,” Byounggon said, helping Doyoung get you into the car. “So, what happened?”

“I guess her boyfriend dumped her,” Doyoung told him. “If I’m shocked, I bet it was even worse for her.”

Byounggon nodded. He rarely saw you with your boyfriend, but he had a couple of times and always thought the two of you looked so in love. “Still, maybe it’s for the best.”

Doyoung cocked an eyebrow, “Huh?”

“Well, if he dumped her out of the blue, he’s gotta be a jerk deep down. No guy with a good heart would be able to do that without having a good reason, but I’m guessing he doesn’t,” he explained. “And, on top of that, now you have a chance.”

“W-what? Me?” Doyoung asked, letting out a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

Byounggon snickered. “Come on, Doyoung, I know you like Y/N. You look at her like she’s your whole world.”

That made Doyoung sigh. “Am I that transparent?”

“Maybe I just notice, but Y/N certainly doesn’t see it,” Byounggon told him. “But, I think you guys would be cute together.”

“Yeah, well Noona just thinks I’m a kid,” Doyoung groaned. “She looks at me like a kid and treats me like a kid.”

Byounggon shrugged, “You’re just a year younger, so it’s not that big of a deal. You’ll be graduating in just a few weeks, so I’m sure that might change. If not, maybe you can change it for her.”

That grabbed his attention. “Show her I’m not a kid? How?”

“Well, I think this is a good start. I think if you just show her how mature you really are, she’ll finally realize you’re not a kid anymore.”

Doyoung nodded, “Yeah, that could work. Thanks, Hyung.”

After getting you into Doyoung’s house, the two got you into Doyoung’s bed. “Usually, you’d want to help her hydrate and eat something, but she’s so knocked out,” Byounggon commented as Doyoung removed your shoes for you. “Just make sure she eats when she wakes up, drinks a lot of water, and takes something if she has a headache.”

“Got it. Thanks again for everything, Hyung.”

Byounggon left after that and Doyoung quickly fell asleep on the couch after texting his mom.

****

You woke up feeling totally hungover. At first, you had no idea where you were. When you saw the framed photo of you and Doyoung at your graduation, you knew you were in his room. Shuffling out slowly, you found him in the kitchen. “Good, you’re up,” Doyoung said, stirring the pot of soup. “I was kind of getting worried.”

“What … what happened?” you asked him, sitting down in one of the chairs at the table.

He smiled slightly. “You got drunk at the karaoke place. Byounggon-hyung called me, so I brought you back here.”

You sighed. “I’m guessing I also told you why I was upset.”

Setting down a bowl of soup in front of you, he responded, “Kind of. You didn’t really tell me any details, though.”

“Is this hangover soup?” you asked. He nodded. When you tried it, you were surprised that it was good. “Wow, Doyoung, this is really good. Is it really your first time making it?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I searched a little bit for a good recipe and a lot of people gave it a good rating.”

You smiled. “Well, thank you, Doyoung. That was really sweet of you.”

“So,” he said, sitting down across from you, “want to tell me what happened?”

“I was dating a jerk in disguise, that’s what happened,” you huffed. So, Byounggon had been right. “He dumped me for an older girl. Do you know how shitty that is? We were just sitting there eating dinner and he suddenly confessed he liked her and was dumping me. God, I thought we were both so happy, but I turned out to just be a huge idiot.”

That made Doyoung’s frown deepen. “You’re not an idiot, Noona. He’s the idiot for not realizing he had the best girlfriend ever. Just wait, when things fail with this girl, he’ll come running back to you.”

“Thanks, Doyoung. You really are the best.”

His heart was pounding with anticipation. For what exactly? He wasn’t sure, but it was. After you finished eating, you went to shower and he started cleaning up. “So,” you said, coming out of his room in a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts, “how bad was I?”

Looking at you, he smiled. “Honestly? Not that bad,” he confessed. “You were crying when you were singing and then passed out not long after. You didn’t wake up at all when we were taking you home.”

You nodded, glad you weren’t too difficult. “Wait, isn’t it Friday? Why aren’t you in school?”

“Well, because you’re more important. I wanted to be here when you woke up and make you this soup.” He put a lid on the container with the leftover soup.

“And, your mom knows?” you asked.

He shook his head. “No, and I don’t plan on telling her. I mean, every student skips school once, right?”

Nodding, you responded, “Well, yeah, but a high school senior shouldn’t. Plus, they usually go to like an arcade or amusement park and do something fun, not take care of their friend’s hangover.”

“I mean, this isn’t awful for me. I like hanging out with you, Noona,” he said, turning to look at you. “If I were to skip school again, I’d visit you. You’re my best friend, Noona.”

Then, you kissed him. It was dumb and you weren’t in your right mind, but you did it because everything was confusing but he was being so sweet. Doyoung was always sweet. Sure, sometimes he was annoying or infuriating, but he was always sweet when he apologized. When you pulled away, he looked surprised.

“I-I should go,” you said, rushing to his room to put your shoes on and to grab your things.

He followed you, “Noona, wait.”

“No, I really should go. Sorry, Doyoung. Bye.”

Doyoung stared as you shut the front door behind you, feeling very confused himself. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled through his contacts. “Yedam-hyung? Are you free right now?”

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You had successfully avoided Doyoung for a couple of weeks. Ever since you kissed him, things had been so weird and confusing. You felt bad for kissing him since you were just heartbroken and vulnerable, but that wasn't his fault. So, why were you avoiding him? Easy, you were afraid you'd develop feelings for him.

Before, you hadn't looked at any other guy because you had a boyfriend. You didn't have a boyfriend anymore, however, so that meant you were free to find another guy. Your heart seemed to want Doyoung, but that felt wrong. He was younger and still in high school.

With all these conflicting thoughts, you ended up avoiding him. Childish? Yes. Worth it? Definitely. It was giving you time to sort your thoughts and get over your ex, which was much easier with how preoccupied your mind was. It wasn't hard avoiding Doyoung, either, except for the days when he'd show up to your apartment.

“Y/N, there you are!” Yedam exclaimed, appearing with Byounggon. “We need your help with a project.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “I didn't know you guys knew each other,” you confessed. “Since when were you friends?”

“Not that long,” Byounggon told you. “Doyoung introduced us.”

That made sense. “What's the project?”

Yedam said, “Follow us.”

You followed them into the liberal arts building, making small talk with ease. They opened one of the doors and, before you knew it, you were being shoved inside. “What the hell?!” you exclaimed, hearing the lock click behind you. “Yedam! Byounggon-oppa! Let me out!”

“Not until you two talk!” Byounggon exclaimed.

That caught your attention and made your eyebrows. “Huh?”

Looking around, you spotted Doyoung in the room. You hadn't noticed him at first. “Hi, Noona,” Doyoung greeted softly.

You felt your bottom lip quiver slightly, feeling guilty. “What are you doing here, Doyoung?” you asked. He was wearing his uniform still. “Shouldn't you be in school?”

“We weren't doing anything important, so I ditched to come here. You've been avoiding me and I don't like that, Noona.”

All you wanted to do was leave, but Byounggon and Yedam had you locked inside the old classroom. “I'm sorry, Doyoung, but I've just been going through a lot right now. Everything's just so confusing and I need some time.”

“You've had two weeks, Noona! And how do you think I feel?” he asked, looking frustrated. “You kissed me and then ran off without saying anything. I've been trying to talk to you, but you act like you don't see me or wait for me to leave.”

Okay, so he definitely made a good point. He continued, “You always make me feel like a little kid, but you act like this. How is this fair? If you needed time, then you should have said something. Just don't leave me in the dark about these things.”

“I need to leave,” you said, going to the window. You were on the second floor, which wasn't that high up, so the drop wouldn't be too bad. “You're right, Doyoung, about everything, but I still just need some more time.”

Standing up, Doyoung went to the door. “Let her out, guys. She'll hurt herself trying to leave through the window if you don't.”

Byounggon and Yedam unlocked and opened the door. You went over, stopping in front of Doyoung and saying “I'm sorry” before leaving.

“Did it work at all? I thought we weren't letting you guys out until you talked about the kiss,” Yedam said.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Doyoung responded, “I know, but I didn't want to see her get hurt.”

You heard that. Pushing off the wall you had been hiding behind, you left for real. Why were you so afraid? Sure, your ex was a huge jerk and dumped you for another girl, but Doyoung would never hurt you like that. You knew Doyoung. He was a sweet, funny, and just all around awesome guy. Why couldn't you just admit to yourself that you liked him?

He might not like you, though. He's never said he does, so accepting your feelings and finding out he didn't like you back would be a total blow to your heart. After getting your heart stomped on already, you didn't think you could handle that.

“Y/N!” a voice called out. You whipped your head around, paranoid it was Yedam or Byounggon. Instead, it was your ex, Hojoon. You couldn't tell if you were lucky or unfortunate. “Do you have time to talk?”

You didn't want to. The last thing you wanted to do was talk. All you wanted to do was go home, eat a ton of food while watching TV, and then cry to your mom about everything. But, maybe talking to Hojoon would help clear things up for you and be the step in the right direction to talk to Doyoung.

“Fine,” you finally said. “I'm not giving you that much time.”

The two of you ended up at a small cafe near campus. He ordered your usual for you, a caramel macchiato. He was being nice and it was making you feel weary.

“How have you been?”

You looked up at him from your drink. “I could tell you that I've been just super, but that would be a lie. I've been awful and confused.”

That made him perk up for some reason. “Really?” he asked. Why did he sound so happy? “I'm kind of glad. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake. I was so lost when I dumped you, Y/N.”

Wait, what? “I think you're confused, Hojoon. I'm upset about our breakup, but that's just because you dumped me in a douchey manner,” you explained, watching his smile fall. “I'm confused about something else, not you. Besides, what happened with the girl you left me for?”

“Nothing. She just wasn't looking for something long term.”

Just then, Doyoung entered with his friend, Dohwan. “Hey, isn't that Y/N-noona?” Dohwan questioned. “I thought you said that guy dumped her.”

“He did,” Doyoung told him. “I don't know what the hell they're doing together. I mean, she can talk to the guy who broke her heart but not me?”

Dohwan shrugged, “Maybe it's not like that. Come on, let's sit by them so we can listen in.”

Doyoung really didn't want to, but Dohwan was already going to sit down. Doyoung somehow ended up sitting with his back to your own. “I don't want to get back together, Hojoon,” you said sternly. “You … you broke my heart and …”

“There's another guy?” he questioned, able to fill in the blanks just fine on his own. “Who?”

You began fiddling with your thumbs. “Doyoung.”

Doyoung felt like he stopped breathing and his heart started pounding. “That kid you're friends with? You always told me he was just a friend.”

“He was, but I'm not sure anymore,” you confessed. “Don't call him a kid, either. He may be a year younger than us, but he's still more mature than you. He wouldn't dump his girlfriend just to be with a girl who doesn't even want him.”

That was kind of mean, but he deserved it. “So, he likes you back? You guys are dating or something?” he asked you.

“Well, not exactly. I don't know how he feels about me.”

Hojoon snorted. “So, you won't get back together with me because of some kid who might not even like you?” You stayed quiet. “You think he'll be loyal? Guys his age are like a kid in a candy store; they move on when they see something better.”

Who was he to talk? He did the same exact thing. You opened your mouth to say that but were cut off. “Is anyone really buying this crap?” Dohwan asked, standing up. “Listen, guy, you don't know shit about Doyoung, so keep his name out of your dirty mouth.”

“Dohwan?” you questioned, blinking. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm defending my friend. Did you really date this jerk, Noona?”

Hojoon sighed. “Great, another kid,” he said.

Dohwan looked at him. “Stop acting like you're so high and mighty. You left Noona for some girl who you had sex with and then left you. You're an idiot, dude. You have no girl and are trying to trash talk a guy younger than you. You're such a loser,” he said. “As for Doyoung, he loves Noona. He loves her more than I've ever seen a guy love a girl. If he had her, he wouldn't be an idiot like you and let her go.”

“Okay, you can shut up now,” Doyoung said. You hadn't even noticed him. He was clearly blushing. “At the end of the day, you were a jerk for dumping Noona and now you look like an idiot. Just leave her alone and reevaluate yourself.”

You blinked. “Doyoung…”

He turned to Dohwan, “Come on, let's go.”

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Doyoung avoided you the next couple of weeks. You didn't really try to contact him, either, so you weren't upset. After you did the same to him, you felt he had every right to do so. The whole cafe day was so crazy that your head was spinning for three days.

You finally decided to stop avoiding him on his graduation day. He hadn't mentioned anything about it, but you knew he'd be upset if you didn't show up. You thought it would be a nice surprise.

After the ceremony, you waited outside for him. “Doyoung, pose with Dohwan!” his mother exclaimed, making Doyoung chuckle.

The two posed for a photo together. Yedam and Byounggon were there, too. Byounggon noticed you first and gently nudged Doyoung before nodding in your direction. You smiled at Doyoung, waving slightly. “I'll be right back,” he said, passing his things to Byounggon.

“Hi,” you greeted him softly. “Congratulations, Doyounggie.”

You passed him the candy bouquet you made for him. After seeing photos on the internet last year, he said he wanted one and you promised you'd make one for him. “Thanks, Noona. I love it.”

“I hate this, Doyoung. I hate us not talking.”

“Do you think I love it? I've been losing my mind, Noona,” he said. “I've wanted to call you every day.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Then why didn't you?”

“Because I wanted you to call me, Noona! Gosh, I was trying to play hard to get, but you clearly didn't understand.”

That made you blush. “Oh, I didn't know that's why you weren't talking to me.”

He laughed, “I'm not surprised, honestly. Still, I'm really glad you came today.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn't have missed it for the world!” you exclaimed. Then, you smiled a somber smile. “I'm really sorry about everything, Doyoung.”

Shaking his head, he said, “Let's talk about it later, Noona.”

“Are you guys friends again?” his mom asked, making you both blush. “Come celebrate with us, Y/N. You need some meat on those bones if you're marrying my son.”

You knew it was a joke but didn't know how much of it was. She grabbed your hand and led the way.

At the barbecue place, you were all laughing and talking when Doyoung's mom’s phone started ringing. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes when she read the contact. “It's your aunt. I'm sure she'll want to talk my ear off, so I'll be an hour or so. Tell your father if he gets here before I'm done,” she said, walking out of the restaurant.

“Wow, what a mood,” Yedam said, making you guys laugh. “But, let's get down to business. Are you guys dating?”

You choked on your water. “Geez, Hyung, you're gonna kill her,” Dohwan said, gently rubbing your back as you coughed.

“We haven't talked about us yet,” Doyoung confessed.

Byounggon chortled, “What's there to talk about? Y/N likes Doyoung and Doyoung likes Y/N.”

“Yeah, I think plenty of people know after Dohwan announced it in that cafe,” Yedam laughed.

“It's not like we can just start dating,” Doyoung told them. “Noona was upset over her breakup, so her feelings might have just gotten all messed up.”

You shook your head. “No, I like you, Doyoung,” you said bluntly, making him blush and his heart skip a beat. “I was confused and I avoided you because I didn't want you to just be a rebound. That wouldn't have been fair to you. But, I do like you and it's not just because Hojoon dumped me.”

That made Doyoung smile and the other boys tease him. “I like you too, Noona. Everything Dohwan said in the cafe was true. You're so important to me and I would never hurt you. You're my best friend.”

“I'm gonna cry,” Byounggon joked, wiping away fake tears.

“So, this means you guys are dating?” Dohwan asked.

Doyoung looked at you and you nodded, making him smile again. You always made him smile. “Okay, I'm back!” his mother exclaimed. “She had to leave for a game of Go-Stop, luckily for me. What did I miss?”

“Y/N and Doyoung are dating!” Yedam exclaimed.

“Hyung!” Doyoung whined.

His mother smiled. “Well, it's about time! I was wondering when it would happen,” she said. “Doyoung's bottled up his feelings for far too long.”

Doyoung blinked, “Wait, you knew?”

“Of course! I read those diary entries about her!”

His face went red. “Mom! It wasn't a diary!”

“How cute! Doyoung wrote about Y/N in his diary!” Byounggon teased.

You giggled, grabbing Doyoung's hand as everyone loudly teased him. “It's okay, I think it's cute,” you whispered in his ear, making him feel better. If you thought it was cute, he'd write a million more entries.

“I almost forgot!” his mother exclaimed, pulling out her camera. “I need to take a photo of you two!”

Scooting closer to Doyoung, you posed for the photo. “Noona,” he said.

You turned to look at him and then he placed his lips on yours for a quick kiss. His mother snapped the photo. Doyoung pulled away, smiling at your flustered face. The other boys smiled as did his mother. “Oh, this is definitely going on the Christmas cards.”

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A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long! I was just taking a short break from writing and I also hit some writer's block, but I'm hoping to get back into my groove~ Thank you for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this 💕💕💕

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A Made Man

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A/N: Please understand that this has been my vision for how karaoke night would unfold with this group forevveerrrrr so I’m excited we’re here. Nobody puts Bella in the corner mmkay? Oh and it gets a little suggestive so y’all know what we’re in for soon.

Chapter 36.

"So what about them?" Ben questions while we all witness Vinny and Bianca make their way to the karaoke microphones. "How long have they been together?"

"They're not," I tell him. "They just met tonight."

Ben gasps, eyes flying wider as he looks at us. "Shut up. I love that. I'm so glad this is happening."

We’ve stood up from our stools at this point, gathered behind our table for an optimum view.

Vinny receives his shot from the bartender, lifting it appreciatively to our table and tosses it back. Then he hands the empty glass off to the deejay and smacks his own chest with his palm as he gets the booze down.

Noble nudges my arm and chuckles in amusement. "Watch, watch."

The TV screens around the bar always display the upcoming song just before it starts and we glance up to see (I've Had) The Time Of My Life roll across the screen in fuzzy, bright purple text.

Vinny studies the monitor in front of him, furrows his brow, then looks out at us, confused.

The three of us all blow out a hard laugh while the rest of the bar is already excited, hooting appreciative cheers.

"Yes!" Bianca tips her head back and grasps Vinny's arm. "You know this one," we hear her assure him. "Dirty Dancing."

"Oh shit," he groans in realization.

"Look, the parts you sing are in green--" Bianca instructs, pointing to the screen. "Be ready, it starts quick."

Now I-- The song begins and Vinny glances around at the unexpected start and Bianca pushes against his shoulder to prompt him.

"... the time of my life--" He hesitates, edging closer to the microphone.

As soon as Vinny starts, Noble immediately hollers for him, clapping loud and triggering the crowd around us to scream out for the easily recognizable song.

"Oh my god." I mutter the words and my amazement keeps both my eyes and my mouth from closing while I watch.

Vinny cautiously sort of mumbles his initial part until Bianca joins in with hers. And when she does, the clear, airy melody actually starts to sound familiar.

Laughing at himself, Vinny drops his head and shakes it when the beat settles in. But it makes everyone around them cheer even more.

Bianca looks out, nodding at them as if to keep it coming for him. Then she goes to work during an instrumental measure, pops Vinny's microphone off the stand and hands it to him before lifting up the stand to move it out of the way. She does the same to her own mic, just in time to return to the screen and point to the new lyrics that roll in.

"This is you," she tells him.

"I've been waiting for so long… now I finally found someone to stand by me…" He tries to get the hang of the phrasing with only an instrumental track to back them.

When Bianca sings her part, it helps even out the tempo. She gestures to the screen again to alert him, "This is both of us--"

"Now with passion in our eyes, there's no way we could disguise it secretly…"

"Okay--" Vinny announces with a nod of confidence that’s starting to take hold the more everyone else around him cheers and joins in with the words. "I got it. I got it now."

"So we take each other's hand, 'cause we seem to understand the urgency…"

“Just remember!”

I smack my grip onto Noble’s arm and seeing this might seriously be how I die. “Holy. Shit, dude.” I’m struggling because I want to crack up but I’m too stunned watching and I can’t believe it’s happening. And Ben on the other side of Noble wailing “YESSS!” in appreciation makes it even funnier.

They fall more in sync as they build to the chorus and Vinny finally begins to relax next to Bianca.

“I’ve never seen a karaoke crowd like this,” Noble observes. “This is fucking hilarious.”

“I’d say we’re pretty rambunctious at our karaoke nights here in general,” Ben shouts over the music. “But this song always brings the house down and I’m loving them so much.”

I have to laugh at the guys gathered in front of Vinny and Bianca, singing along, dancing with one another and so into it.

Bianca starts off the second verse and encourages Vinny when it’s his turn. I’m amused every time he focuses intently on the monitor to follow the lyrics when he’s not entirely sure how to string the words together. And then parts will become more familiar to him, like he’s just saying fuck it and would rather deliver a good performance.

Ben wasn’t kidding about the song being a crowd favorite because when the chorus kicks in the second time, there’s literally a disco ball that lowers from the ceiling, casting colors all across the bar when the lights overhead go dark. The entire room erupts in this wild cheer and even though Vinny and Bianca have the mics, you can hear everyone like a collective chorus.

Because--

I’ve had the time of my life…

I finally notice I’ve been smiling all this time. This entire thing is funny and fucking joyful as hell and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like it. I keep turning to drop my forehead onto Noble’s shoulder to laugh there against him and he does the same to me, gripping hard at my back and pulling me into a hug.

“Oh, my god,” he groans during the lively instrumental break and saxophone solo where everybody’s just dancing. “Dude, I’m fucking pissed this is happening,” he tells me. “He’s gonna win her over with this shit.”

“Oh, I think she’s winning him over,” I suppose. “But yeah, talk about lengths a guy will go to. He’s done it.”

“Yeah, I assure you she’s in love with him,” Noble decides. “Dammit.”

With a thoughtful tilt of my head, I peer out at the stage. “I’m kind of proud of him, though.”  Leaning my back against Noble’s chest, he keeps his arm draped over my shoulder. “I’d hyperventilate before I did something like this, so good for him.”

“How much shit are you gonna give him on Monday?”

“Dude, so much.” I chuckle. “I’ll never forget this for the rest of my life. I hope we’re partners forever and I can tell this story at his retirement party.”

Letting his head fall, Noble cracks up, his drunken laughter tickling the side of my neck. He pushes his face there, then he meets my cheek for a kiss.

Shifting in front of him, I turn my head and lean up to touch my lips to his. My hand grasping his face and into his hair, his grip trailing high along my side, I kiss him long enough to forget all that’s around us, for merely a still moment. Probably nothing to anyone else nearby, but for me it feels significant.

I've kissed him a hundred times but my heart's racing when I slip away. It takes me a second to notice it and I tilt toward him, nudging my head against the edge of his jaw to calm the flaring pulse I can feel between my ears.

Pressing my lips together to force some feeling there, I turn away after a quick, rough squeeze of Noble's hair in my fist. And I don't miss his throaty little grunt when I do. It doesn't matter how many other distractions surround us, he won't pass up a chance to react to a cursory hair tug.

Damn, it just sort of came over me how badly I need to go home with him. But I don't have to tell him when I meet his heavy gaze for a brief moment, then move away and reach for my drink when I remember what I'm supposed to be watching.

"Hey, you have to help me with something," Noble says. He follows in behind me and I feel his hands low on my hips. "Because I'm super horny and I might forget."

I nearly cough out my whiskey when I laugh and turn to face him once again with a narrowed gaze. "Oh yeah? A bar full of cute boys has got you super horny?”

“No.” He grins at me in the glittery darkness as I linger right there against his chest. “Just one. And he’s more fucking hot than cute,” he decides, before he dips his head so his mouth is at my ear. “And irresistible, and sexy as hell and god,” he groans. “I really wanna take him home and suck his dick right now. So forget cute, alright?”

Shit. I’m so buzzed and turned on and the weight of it, of my want for him, just tugs deep and hot inside me. Enough to make me chew on my own lip until I suppress the temptation. It’ll surface again, though, with a little more momentum. “Well damn." I smirk. "Don’t let me keep you from him."

With a nod to the front where Vinny and Bianca close out the last chorus, he proposes, “After this, let’s head out, yeah?”

“What am I supposed to help you with?” I remind him.

He gestures a finger up toward the microphones. "She can't go home with him. I don't know where this is all going to lead tonight. But if we turn our backs and her ass sneaks into a cab with him, I'm calling the cops."

I regard him thoughtfully. "Good plan. The cops'll totally get him."

“I mean it,” he laughs.

“You don’t trust Vinny?”

He lifts defensive shoulders. “I don’t trust… the situation just yet.”

While it’s a bit of a double standard -- Noble thought it was perfectly reasonable to run around with me in the city he’s supposed to avoid and yet he won’t let his sister out of his sight -- I understand.

And really I can’t determine whether Vinny and Bianca even have those intentions with one another. Right now they’re kind of jumping around on the stage while the music begins to fade out. And knowing him, he probably just wants to laugh the whole thing off, say his goodbyes before heading home for the night.

“Let’s hear it for Bella and Vinny!” The deejay announces to another adamant cheer from the crowd around the stage.

The two of them replace their microphones on the stands and deliver a bunch of high fives to everyone there. The idiotic pride I feel swells again and I can’t contain a smile when I clap hard for him as they return to the table.

“Good work, partner.” I laugh.

He slings an arm around me to pull me into a hug and I slap him hard on the back. “I found my true calling,” Vinny decides. “But seriously we’ve gotta get the fuck outta here soon.”

“No encore?” I question, reaching over as Bianca slides under my arm for a hug. I turn to her and pull her in. “Look at the magic you made happen with him.”

“I knew he could do it.” She shrugs.

“I don’t think we could top that.” He looks at her, his brows pulling together. “How many guys have you sung karaoke with?”

Bianca grins. “That’s a personal question.”

“But was I the best?”

She reaches out and pushes her palm flat against the center of his chest. Her head tips back with a laugh. “Oh my god.”

He smiles. “I just wanna know.”

“To be determined,” she gives her coy answer.

I glance over at Noble to see if he’s witnessing this and he shakes his head in disapproval.

“Alright, I’m gonna go settle my tab,” Vinny announces. “Be right back.”

Clearing my throat, I offer Noble a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder before I turn to follow Vinny to the bar. “Yeah, me too.”

#jamie x noble #look at all these idiots they're so cute hooray for every one of them

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Football Coach Part 16

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“Hour number two and Calum has yet to tell his girlfriend any sort of clue about their date,” you narrated as you sat in the passenger seat. “When will the suspense end?”

“Really Y/n,” Calum laughed, glancing at you. “Are you really going to narrate us right now?” You silently mocked him, exaggerating your facial expressions. He looked over at you once he stopped at a red light, waiting for your response. A quiet sigh fell from his lips when you replied with nothing other than an eye roll and a small huff. “Baby,” he cooed, releasing the steering wheel with one of his hands. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. His eyes scanned your face as he once again waited for any kind of verbal response from you, “wow, the silent treatment. Well played baby.” You jumped slightly at the sound of a car horn blasting, signaling to the both of you the light had turned green. “I’m not moving until you stop pretending to be mad at me.”

You stared at him blankly, trying to gauge how serious he was. He kept his eyes focused on you even as a car horn’s blared as it drove around you. “Hood,” you chuckled half-heartedly. You let out a defeated sigh, leaning over the middle console to kiss him softly, “Stop being an idiot and drive. We don’t wanna be late for whatever stupid thing you have planned,” you mumbled against his lips, earning a giggle and a small nod. He kissed you once more before continuing to drive. His hand found your own resting in your lap, your fingers lacing together slowly.

You watched as the blur of trees transformed into a blur of various colorful buildings, all leading to the back of a club. You looked at the single-story building, wondering how it seemed so packed even though the sun was just barely beginning setting.  The loud music could faintly be heard through the walls and car doors.

“Come on, there are some people that want to meet you.”

“Yeah that doesn’t sound sketchy at all,” you replied jokingly as you followed suit and climbed out of the car. “Is this when you reveal to me you’re in some mob?”

Calum walked over to you, slipping his hand into your own, “Now now princess, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” His laughter filled the air as you nudged your shoulder into his side. “I’m kidding, I promise. But don’t worry I’d never let anything happen to you princess.” A cocky smirk rested on his lips at his own words before he pressed a gentle kiss onto your temple. He guided you past the guard, shooting the large intimidating man a smile before walking right by him. “Stop giving me that look, I just come here often. It also helps that I coach his kids. I swear he makes some of the best queso and salsa I’ve ever had,” Calum explained as you both walked down the dimly lit hallway.

“I can’t believe my eyes,” a voice with a hint of an Australian accent called out cooly.

“Is that really Calum Hood walking into my turf with a girl,” another added with the same amount of an accent as well as a sense of playfulness as the previous voice.

You chuckled and watched as three tall men walked over to you and Calum with dorky smiles on their faces. “I assume these are the ones who wanted to meet me.”

“And you’d be right. They were ninety percent sure I was making up such an amazing girl like you,” he winked at you. “Meet my brothers from other mothers, Ashton, Luke, and Michael.” His smile quickly faded as his gaze landed onto you somewhat revolted face. “W-what?” He stuttered quietly, the fear becoming clear in his eyes.

“Did you really just say my brothers from other mothers,” you asked mockingly with a playful smile on your lips. You watched as he visibly relaxed, letting go of a breath he seemed surprised to be holding. “What? Am I dating an old man now?” You continued your loving teasing, earning laughs from his friends.

“I like this one,” the one he pointed out as Michael chimed in. “I can see why he talks about you so much.”

“Thanks,” you blushed lightly. “I hope they were all good things.” You felt Calum slip his hand out of your grasp and rest it against the small of your back, still holding you close.

“Eh, there’s only so much good I can say about you sweetheart,” Calum joked, earning a playful glare from you.

“Sure act tough now,” Luke chuckled, turning to Michael. “What was he telling us just an hour ago.”

“Hey, uh, we should head to our table before someone takes it,” Calum blurted, cutting them off. His hand urged you to the crowd.

He pulled you aside as you followed behind his friends to a booth, holding your hip as he shielded you from the people streaming by. “You’re not disappointed are you?” He took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it as he watched your expression grow confused. “I know I said I had a special date planned. I can tell them nevermind and we can do something else. I-” his words seemed to spill from his lips faster than he could process them, jumbling together towards the end of each sentence.

You chuckled at his flustered state, his words becoming softer and almost inaudible, and cupped his cheek in your palm. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, turning his head ever so slightly so he could kiss your palm. “I’m more than happy with this Cal, hell, you could’ve just put on a movie at your house and I’d love it. I love just being able to spend time with you.” You tipped his face down to you and gently pressed your lips against his. “It’s like meeting your parents, but less stressful. I think it’s super sweet that you really want me to meet your friends,” you smiled tenderly, your words calming Calum down further. “Now come on, they’re probably waiting on us.” You kissed him once more before leading him in the direction you’d last seen the three walk off in.

“About time, I was beginning to worry we scared her off already,” Ashton laughed, making room in the booth for both you and Calum.

“If you’re anything like Calum I’d say that’s pretty hard to do,” you giggled as you took the beer Luke offered out to you. Your eyes danced over Calum figure beside while you took a drawn-out sip, taking in the way his muscles flexed slightly with every laugh. His smile seemed brighter than the flashing lights from the dance floor and karaoke stand combined.

Perhaps it was pure luck or just because you and Calum were similar, but conversations with the guys came easily. You felt no pressure to act as anything other than yourself and having Calum relaxed beside you only increased your confidence. Calum’s arm rested on the back of the booth behind you, his fingers absentmindedly running up and down your arm and shoulder, while his legs splayed about just enough for him to be comfortable without taking over your space.

“It’s not polite to stare darling,” Calum whispered cooly into your ear as he leaned over to grab a beer bottle before chiming into the conversation between Luke, Ashton, and Michael. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the rush of heat to your cheeks and fluttering in your stomach. Your reaction only egged on his newfound cockiness, resulting in a small smirk resting on his lips as he carried on conversations.

Drink after drink, the five of you grew more rowdy, laughing at practically anything that came out of one another’s mouth- which was usually some embarrassing story about Calum. The thumping music was occasionally drowned out by someone’s drunken singing, well more like offbeat slurs of songs. You laughed as Ashton hyped up the person currently on stage singing Wannabe.

Luke looked over at you, his eyes shining with excitement, “has Calum sang for you yet? He’s a great singer, actually, we used to be in a band. Cal played the bass.”

“No way,” you interjected with a bright smile. You turned towards Calum just in time to see his eyes look up from your lips. A shy giggle fell from your lips while you playfully gave him a small shove, “why didn’t you tell me you used to be in a band.” You gasped, “you should go do karaoke.” Calum’s eyebrows furrowed as he prepared to protest your suggestion. “Please Cally,” you cooed, placing a small kiss on his jawline. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you grazed his thigh.

“Yeah Cally,” Luke chimed in a mimicking tone, making kissing noises before bursting out into laughter. “I’ll even go up there with you.”

Calum looked back and forth between you and the others, surveying the hopeful smiles that rested on everyone’s faces. “Fine,” he sighed. He gently kissed your temple as he climbed out of the booth, shaking his head at Luke who jumped over the back of the booth with the same excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. “Wish us luck.” The two were swallowed by the crowd before reappearing on the other side in front of the stage.

“He really likes you,” Ashton blurted calmly before finishing off his drink. You hummed as you faced him, not quite hearing what he said. Ashton looked at you, his hazel eyes focusing on you tenderly. “I honestly can’t remember the last time Calum was as excited for us to meet the person he was dating as he was for us to meet you. I kid you not he spent at least two hours trying to plan the best way for you to meet us and have fun.” He giggled softly, “it was like our own little episode of Bridezilla. His eyes say it all when he looks at you. I didn’t think he could get any softer and yet every time I catch him stealing glances at you he has this, I don’t know how to describe it other than heart eyes.” You could feel a blush wash over your cheeks. “Sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward.”

“Don’t be,” you reassured him. “I appreciate you telling me.”

“Well while we’re being all serious, I might as well let you know we all like you too. Not in like the same way Calum does. I mean.”

Michael chuckled and swooped in to help Ashton clarify, “I think what he’s trying to say is him, Luke, and I can agree that we already consider you as one of us.”

You smiled proudly and held out your beer bottle over the table. Michael and Ashton followed suit, clinking their drinks against yours just as Calum and Luke finally finished picking out a song.

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