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ally-127 · 4 years

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my request... joshua angst where there's an argument on ur anniversary n you can decide whether to make it a happy or sad ending!! thx ally :-)

lisianthus

pairing: husband!joshua x reader word count: 1.6k warnings: reference to sex, slightly suggestive material music: ‘lose’ by niki a/n: okay like this is more fluff than angst,, im sorry- my mind literally blanked out when i was trying to think of what they could argue about. but enjoy this romantic af, poetic(?) piece that i also enjoyed writing ngl. thanks for requesting @chocosvt , i hope u liked it...luv u the most <3

“come on kiddos, it’s time for bed!”

you ushered your seven and three-year-old into their shared bedroom, your lips stretched wide into a grin at their playful giggles.

“goodnight, mum,” your daughter, seven, hummed as you tucked her into bed while your younger son climbed clumsily into his beside.

you dropped a kiss on her forehead and turned to your cheeky son, who still had that smile of his. you give him a huge smooch on the cheek. “goodnight, you.”

with both children wrapped up in their sheets comfortably, you flicked off the light switch and closed the door quietly behind you.

a sigh couldn’t help but escape your lips as you shuffled your way back into your room to finish up some work, but before you did, a certain glow caught your attention.

the kitchen was dark all around when you entered, lit scented candles dotted around the table and the only light source in the room.

the flames danced in the breezy air of your apartment, lighting up not only the bouquet of lisianthus on the table but your husband, joshua, who sat on one of the chairs, staring wistfully at the flowers. a glass of wine sat solitarily in front of him, the stain on the rim a sign that he had already started to drink without you.

the beat of your heart was now apparent as ounces of dread slowly settled into the pit of your stomach.

you forgot.

“are we not important anymore?” he began, taking the glass in between his fingers.

“what do you mean?” you remained standing, feeling as if the soles of your feet had been embedded into the hardwood of the floor.

“did it completely slip your mind, or am i now the least of your concerns?” continuous rhetorical questions, or rather, questions of accusations, escaped his beautiful mouth.

you could kiss it a thousand times and still, your need for them to be on your skin would never be satiated.

“jihyun and—“

“do not bring our kids into this,” joshua was painfully serene, like the calm before the storm; the storm in which you could see in the depths of his eyes. “you forgot we’ve been married for ten years.”

you cursed under your breath.

how did you forget?

bringing the subject of work into the argument was pointless now, it only seemed like an excuse.

“josh—“

“i was waiting all day,” he finally shifted his almond-shaped eyes to you. “for you to run into my arms, to kiss me, hell, even to just smile at me. but no, you didn’t even look at me once.”

joshua, on a break from being a performer, occupied himself with taking care of the children and the apartment. he had plenty of time on his hands, his heart full with a sincere wish to spend it with the people he loved most in the whole universe.

you, a full-time working mother, had recently just been promoted in your company. with new responsibility came heavy workload and a brand new project dumped into your control. it was overwhelming, and it blinded a tremendous amount of aspects in your life, including your husband himself.

you realised you didn’t even meet joshua’s eyes as he got them ready for school this morning, while he adjusted their jackets and shouldered their little backpacks to carry it for them, knowing fully what date it was.

you simply kissed your daughter and son goodbye before you took half a litre of coffee with you out the door without uttering a single word of goodbye to your lover.

now, as you stared at him from where you stood, you could feel the effects of neglecting him for the longest time hurling back to you like a tidal wave.

there was no trace of a smile, of the crinkle of his eyes, of the lines that would form at the ends of his eyes that deepened over time and with age.

the expression that stared back at you was foreign, stoic.

there‘s a saying: you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

you knew it wasn’t gone, but the absence of his smile made your heart sink into the bottomless pit of your regret. it was a horrifying feeling.

suddenly, you wanted to do all the things he said you didn’t, smile at him, run into his arms, kiss him.

“i’m sorry,” you almost lost the capability of speaking, your voice small as you gathered enough courage to take more steps towards him. “i really am. i’m such a fool.”

he stood up, his height casting a dim shadow over you. the plastic of the wrapper crunched in his hands when he extended his arm, offering the bouquet of your favourite flowers in your favourite colour to you. joshua could never forget that.

you took them with shaky hands, eyes looking everywhere but into the abyss of his caramel eyes.

“you are not a fool, my love,” he engulfed you in his strong arms, a familiar place, a place you missed often and could call home. a place you almost forgot was your home. “you are my wife,” he kissed away the single tear of remorse that escaped the duct in the corner of your eyes. “my beautiful, strong wife.”

your head on his chest, your fingers fisted in the material of his shirt, you held on to each other for what seemed like the first time in a long time. his woody scent had the effect of waves crashing against the beach and echoes of seagulls in the distance—it calmed you immensely.

everything about joshua calmed you.

it felt like you could remain in his arms forevermore, until the morning sun rose and the lisianthus wilted in the grip of your hands.

“i love you,” you told him, quietly, setting the bouquet aside to sink into his touch.

these were the words he wanted and needed to hear the most, to reassure himself that you did still love him the way he loved you, to make sure that work had not completely overtaken your senses.

“i love you too.”

fingers rubbing your back in soothing strokes, joshua kissed your temple, then the tip of your nose. to reach your lips he had to angle his head in the slightest, long eyelashes fluttering as he reached his destination.

a hum of satisfaction escaped your lips, conjoined with his, knowing fully that you didn’t deserve it yet you savoured every minute. your arms were secure around his neck, not a millimetre of space to be seen between your torso and his.

as joshua pulled away to gasp for air, he reached into his pocket for his phone, tapping away at the screen. half a second later, music began to play from the speakers he had installed on the corners of the ceiling.

your husband enjoyed music, thrived in it. it was his natural element, his escape from everything and life itself.

“dance with me, darling,” he whispered as louis armstrong blew the first few notes of his trumpet, a light melody that entranced your step into aligning with your lover’s, barefoot in the kitchen, head on his shoulder.

“remember in college,” you pondered, reminiscing the iridescent days of your youth. “when we would dance around the communal kitchen in the refrigerator light?”

“when i snuck out of the dorms to visit you half-past two in the morning?” the smile on his face reminded you of how much you truly longed for it, like a breath of fresh air after being suffocated for so long.

he grinned at you like you were back in the heart of a bustling city, of seoul, the thrill of the unexpected running through your veins like a drug. you found an impossible love, forcing the rebellion, suppressed deep enough in yourself until you forgot about it, to resurface again as you met him.

you had never felt as daring as you did when you first saw him.

“we lost so much sleep,” the airy sound of your chuckle urged joshua to tug you closer, dancer feet still in time with the rhythm of jazz buzzing in the background.

“first college, then jihyun,” the way in which your daughter’s name left his lips made the knot in your heart twist, your entire being captivated by his voice.

he twirled you around, stars—no, the entire galaxy—sparkling in those brown eyes as you spun to meet him once more.

“and jiyoung,” the sound of your youngest son’s name elicited a permanent smile from your husband, perfect teeth peeking through.

“i don’t regret a single second of it,” he said, mellifluous in tone, filled with content.

“i don’t either,” sometimes, the possibility of being in love for so long was a question to you that you could not answer.

magic doesn’t exist, but it did then, in that night, surrounded by wicks, aglow in passion, organic scent of lemongrass wafting in the air.

jazz-driven steps, hungry gazes and the brush of his fingers under your sweater made you wonder if you were back in the era of your faded youth. it was as if you were reliving each night of delirium once again, of heated sex in the darkness of your compact bedroom, of muted grunts and the slapping of skin that reverberated off the chipped walls.

joshua lifted the sweater up your head, up your arms. the music, transitioning ever so timely from armstrong to the weeknd, your eyes widening and your hips swaying ever so slightly to the bass. his grin twisted into a smirk, eyes narrowing in desire and the previous storm behind them calming into a wave of dirty intentions.

“take the week off for me, love,” kisses were peppered down your neck to your collarbone as he whispered each word into your skin.

you promised him you would, and you did.

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Unaccording to Plan

Arthur Shelby x reader

warnings: guns

a/n: for @locke-writes!!!! have some happy holidays and all that jazz and i hope you like this!!! it’s my first time writing for arthur 😌 cheers to 2021, my friend!! ✨✨ (and sorry it took me all day to post this omg)

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With your back against the cold stone of your cell, you waited for something to happen. Anything, really. With the Peaky Blinders, you didn’t know what to expect, only that you should expect something.

And then the door began to rattle. You stood on your feet out of instinct, who knows what’s behind that door.

“There they are!” Arthur greeted, stepping into your slummy cell and patting you on the shoulder. “Told ya I had your back, did ye believe me?”

“I’ll believe ya when you get me the fuck out of this place.” You told him, immediately hearing the cell door slam and lock. Your heads both spun in that direction, trying to make sense of what just happened. “That’s apart of the plan, right?”

“Can’t say that it is, luv.” Arthur stomped towards the only exit of this confined space and pounded on it with all his might. “Ay, what the hell? What’s goin’ on out there?!” His shouting flooded your ears while you began to internally panic.

“What are we gonna do, Arthur? What was supposed to happen?” You noticed he was getting quite worked up, pacing like a caged animal as he bared his teeth.

“Not this, for fuck’s sake!” He was seething mad and you could only watch.

There was the sudden sound of gunfire that made your stomach drop. Shots echoed off in the near distance, leaving it to your imaginations where and who bullets were flying towards.

“That can’t be good...” You climbed up on the rickety bed and looked past the bars in an attempt to find some answers, but you couldn’t see a damn thing. Arthur had gone back to banging on the door, kicking it, screaming his throat dry.

“Let us the fuck outta here!” He pulled his hat off and threw it on the floor, running his fingers through his hair and gripping it tightly, growling until you hopped to the floor and approached him carefully.

“Arthur, sh, sh, shhh.” You reached for his arms, leading his fingers away from the crown of his head without force, the feeling of being in control seemed to calm him down some. “The Blinders always find a way, we’re gonna be outta here in no time.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” His hand went back up, this time gently flowing through his tousled hair. Next thing you knew, his fingers were lightly dragging down your face. “Never asked ya if you were alright in here.”

“Nothing I can’t take.” You gazed into his eyes for a moment too long, but were soon distracted by a voice coming from outside.

“Y/N, Arthur, you in there?” Tommy asked, leaned up against the bricks on the outer walls.

“Tommy, what the fuck is goin’ on out there?” Your temporary cellmate grabbed onto the bars to get a better look at his brother.

“Can’t trust anybody these days, brother.” Tommy told him as he reloaded his pistol. “Don’t worry, you two. Just sit tight, there’s not a chance I’m leaving you in there.”

“Cheers, Tommy, give ‘em hell!” You almost found light in this situation, you had to let a chuckle slip. Maybe you were still thinking about the way Arthur had touched you, the way he looked at you, you managed to forget where you were and he noticed. Tommy ran off and left you to it.

“Guess we’ll be here for a bit.” Arthur swiped his hat off the floor and sat on your miserable cot. “Sit with me, why don’t ya?” You got this feeling of warmth in the freezing cell just by his request, you couldn’t say no. So you sat beside him and stared at the wall. “Having fun with me in here?” He teased while prodding you with his elbow.

“Don’t you know it?” You laughed, returning your longing looks to Arthur’s hard yet gentle face. “It was starting to get quite boring in here, glad to have the company of a friend.”

“A ‘friend,’ eh?” Arthur stared at his twirling thumbs in his lap, then looked forward to the blank wall. “That all I am to ya?”

“I sure hope not.” You fought the urge to lick your lips when he turned back to you, furrowing his brow with a smirk. Blue eyes looked to the lower half of your face, focusing just below your nose.

“Good to know.” His low voice murmured, closing the unnecessary gap between your faces. His hands cradled the back of your neck, but his thumb softly rubbed against your cheek. There was a sensation of safety during this moment, like Arthur would protect you from any danger just by you being in his presence. His mustache brushed against your upper lip for a split second before the door was kicked open and his brothers were revealed.

“I told you we couldn’t leave ‘em alone, Tom.” John chuckled as you two moved apart.

“Oh, I know,” Tommy looked off into the distance of the hallway and shook his head, “we better be going now. Unless, of course, you two lovebirds would like to stay a while longer in this romantic little cell.”

“We should be off now.” You pushed down against your thighs as you stood up, but as you were on your way out, Arthur had decided to give you one more kiss without shame as his brothers stared, waiting for the two of you to cut it out so they could all be on their way.

“You done?” John asked as Arthur let out a content sigh.

“For now, I am. Who’s to say how I feel in a few minutes?”

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sopxhiea · 4 years

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Enthrall

Alfie Solomons X Reader

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“No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “Fine. I’ll marry you.”

There was a slow jazz record playing from the corner of the room, it was familiar yet, still hard to point a finger at. The room smelled of daisies, a comforting smell in the middle of the sunny day as the afternoon sun made its way inside the glass windows. There were books all around the room, some of them were put on top of each other on the floor while some acted as support for the many vases around, countless flowers decorating the muzzled room.

She sat in the middle in front of a wooden table, it was an old one she had bought from an antique store downtown. There were many papers scattered around, some with some scribbling on them while the others were cleanly written with no ink stains. Her golden glasses rested on top of her head, their existence long forgotten. She sighed, wetting her lips with her tongue while the room stayed quiet except for the record.

Her assistant, Joseph, was gone for lunch for the day while the man around kept working, noises of barrels and sacks being thrown around filling the space. Alfie got out of his car, his usual black and white attire on show as he moved with his cane towards her. The noises his rings made along with his shoes matched each other in rhythm while Ollie looked for Joseph, soon realising he was long gone while his boss made his way upstairs to greet her.

This had been the routine for quite some time. Alfie would be the one to visit her as she was usually drowning in work and even of she wasn’t, she had her ways to keep herself busy. They had been together for two years, on and off due to their angry nature but the last time they got together, she had sworn on Alfie’s life that she’d leave him for good and he had no intentions of losing her. She touched her earrings, feeling the sensitive skin move with the touch of her fingers as she stared at the page before her.

Being a successful businesswoman in London had proven difficult before as well but lately, she was finding it exceptionally hard to keep up with just how thick some of these man were. She leaned back on her chair, looking up to gain some clearance of her head while she heard the heavy footsteps right behind her door. She wasn’t expecting anyone but there was a blade on her right upper thigh that she wasn’t afraid to throw anytime soon.

The calm expression on her face changed into a beaming one when she saw Alfie with a handful of lilies. She gave him a smile and got up quickly, murmuring a breathy hello while Alfie put the flowers on her desk, walking around the wooden table to hug her while she waited for his embrace. She giggled, almost like a child, while she waited for his touch impatiently.

“’t’s been a long time, dove.” he said lowly, kissing the top of her head while he engulfed her body in a tight hug. She took in his smell of rum and cologne, a warmth spreading through her cheeks as she giggled at his words.

“It’s been a day.” she whispered, the words barely audible as they got muffled in the hug she was giving him, not letting go just yet.

Alfie had missed her terribly even thought it hadn’t been all that long and his need of being around her all time had become terribly unbearable in the last couple of months. They had spent weeks apart when they were on business trips or holidays but Alfie found it hard to not be around her anymore. After some point, his body had started to crave her and his heart would only be at ease when he could hear her small hums as she sang along to a song in her head. He’d dream and vision of her when she wasn’t around to a point where everything, almost everything became about her in his eyes.

She finally let go, looking up at his handsome face as he put down his hat and picked up the flowers instead. Her eyes hung low this time, a hint of disapproval evident on her face while Alfie offered her the flowers with a charming smile. She took them gently from his hands, feeling the cold from his gold rings while she smiled at him, kind but scolding in some sense and took a sniff of the flowers.

She was the real flower in his eyes.

“I told you not to get me anymore flowers, Alf.” she whispered, she loved that he always came with something in his hand like a proper gentlemen but there was no air or space in her working space anymore and her house was flooded with roses.

“You said no to chocolate as well, luv. What the fuck was I supposed to do, right?” he said, chuckles leaving his plump lips by the end of the last line while her hand found his, intertwining her fingers in his much rougher ones while he let her explore the touch.

“That’s because I ended up eating them all too fast..” she said, smiling at the gentlemen before her while eyeing his cane. “..ended up gaining a couple extra pounds.” she shook her head, giggles escaping her lips while she realised why he had the cane today.

They had been extremely active in the last couple of months, finding time and space whenever the occasion occurred. Y/N didn’t mind since her drive was as high as his most of the time but he had gotten notably touchy and desperate for her which she didn’t mind at all. She was visibly younger but Alfie had more energy than anyone she’d ever met when it came to any activity involving them in bed together. They had done it in a party hall, a restaurant and even in an alley once, simply because he was too impatient and hungry for her which had caused him to feel a little more stiff than usual, although the sciatica had seemed to disappear whenever the occasion for sex appeared.

“Aye, I didn’t mind, did I?” he spoke softly, giving her a short lived yet passionate kiss on her lips while the flowers stayed in between them. “You look fucking gorgeous either way.” he whispered against her lips before she leaned in to kiss him one last time, flowers on one hand while the other caressed his cheek softly. His hands rested on her hips and bottom, giving her a couple encouraging squeezes while she felt herself get carried away way too quickly. She wasn’t going to have sex in her own office again.

She quickly broke the kiss, feeling herself linger as he held her close. She mumbled away, an excuse about having to put the flowers in a vase so that they wouldn’t die as fast but Alfie just smiled at her rosy cheeks, loving how stunned she was by her sudden arousal. He sat on one of the sofas in the corner of the room to observe the place and see her clearly when she came in, he wanted to memorise and record every memory in his head so that he could play them in his head that night when he was going to sleep.

Strangely, they didn’t live together. Y/N lived in a big house with many doors and rooms around the suburbs, just enough to keep her away if she was being too lazy for a day. She had maids and assistants to keep things in place. There was a farm and a garden where she lived, she had worked had to earn the place and had every intention of keeping it. Alfie, on the other hand, also lived in a big house but it was located in more of a central place, close to his work and good distance from her house as well but sometimes, it became too lonely.

She usually spent the night at his house although sometimes, the routine changed and it was the other way around. Alfie hadn’t asked her to move in with him and neither did she, the question never rose in between the long conversations they had under the candle light with too much wine in their systems. He watched her come in, with much grace and light as she gave him a soft smile after seeing where he was sitting, putting the vase full of flowers on the floor next to a pile of books, she had no space for anything else.

But the room remained beautiful. Many books and flowers decorated the space, the books were hers and the flowers were his touch to the place. The dusty colors of the pages came alive with the smell, creating a nostalgic place around until someday, her house maid Adah would come and go fussy about how messy she was but that day wasn’t here yet and she made the best of the place while she could.

“How’ve you been, Alfie?” she spoke, her words soft as he enjoyed the sound of her and the sight before him while she cleaned around her room, trying to make space for a new contract document Joseph was bringing around that day.

“Fucking lovely, now.” he said as she sat down next to him, snuggling closer while the warmth radiating off of her body matched his.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, Alf.” she spoke, giggling in between words while Alfie took her smell in. He wished she could be around all the time.

“That hopeless romantic is yours, aye?” he spoke, amused at his own words while she sat up on the sofa, locking eyes with his glistening ones as she chuckled.

“True, that is.” she spoke, shaking her head and walking around again, opening some windows to let air in while Alfie’s eyes never left her figure.

He had somehow won the lottery with her when she agreed to be his one night they were fooling around. Even though it had been a long time coming with stolen glances and needy kisses behind closed doors, he still found it hard to believe that she’d agreed. He’d been way too happy since then, finding many moments of happiness just because she simply was there, with him at a given moment. She’d been his happiness and joy.

“Alfie...” she spoke in a low tone, just enough for him to hear while sorting out the books on the shelves, there were too many of them and she knew Alfie would help her carry them into the car.

“Yes, love.” he spoke this time, with a low smile on his lips while she didn’t glance at him, too busy with the dusty books around.

“You wanna stay at mine today?” she said, starting to hum the melody playing in the background while Alfie’s eyes gained a depth, he was considering something.

It had been a struggle to go back and forth a lot of the time as she lived far away, he woke up one too many nights where he’d want to go see her but it was a little far, he would sleep in the car on the ride there sometimes and it just didn’t work well. He thought, if she would be around all the time, it wouldn’t be such a problem when he needed her, when he needed to see her and just to feel her presence. He had thought about moving in together but the conversation had been discarded.

“I...” he breathed out, a little frustrated because of how impossible she was being about this. “Love, come sit, yeah.” he spoke up, patting the empty space next to where he was sitting on the sofa.

She nodded, leaving the books in a split second and moving to sit next to Alfie. His hands found hers on her lap, caressing as he spoke lowly, careful and with care. “I thought, right, maybe we could just live together at this fucking point.” he spoke, watching her reaction carefully. He watched her blink and cast an impatient look as to say that he should explain furthermore, she needed to hear all of the words before reacting.

“Okay..” she said, looking down where their hands met, his fingers caressing hers slowly.

“This going back and forth thing, yeah, isn’t working much.” he spoke, trying not to swear too much at her as she was already ablaze.

He knew how much she worked, how much she had to work to get the house she did. She cherished the place, the people in it and the memories she’d created. He knew she had spent many days and nights working to be where she was now, he was proud of her for it but he was also fucking tired of moving around so much.

She got up, looking at him in a confused expression before speaking up, she didn’t like what she’d heard. “I...” she said, tables had turned now and she was the one being tongue tied. She took a breath and said what she wanted to say, loud and clear. “Move in with me, then.” she said, offering him half a smile as to say she wasn’t fully convinced by his attitude.

He offered her a hearty chuckle.

“There’s no way, right, I’m fucking moving in with you, doll.” he spoke, getting up so that he was towering above her, she was so much smaller than he was but her gaze was much heavier. ”It’s too fucking far.” he said, raising his voice just a little like she had done when speaking her last words.

She nodded, getting his point but there was no way she was leaving that house. Alfie’s house was beautiful too but it was too central and she loved her house, every part of it. Moving meant that she’d have to deal with so much and she loved him, of course she did, but there was no point in moving somewhere she wasn’t going to feel happy at. She had spent entirely too much when she was trying to make the space look a little more like her ‘home’.

She stood stern, looking up at him. “I’m not moving from my house, Alfie.” she spoke up, feeling his eyes burn hers as they stared at each other. She was a little angry that he had asked, even more so because he was simply pushing it.

They stood like that for a while before Alfie’s eyes glistened. She knew exactly what he was gonna say. He had asked it before but in a very casual manner each time. They weren’t even living together and he wanted to take an even bigger step. She knew she would marry him someday but she also knew that the day was still a little far from where they were standing. She needed to secure herself, reach out to her family and get a list of other things done before she could agree and not because she didn’t love him but because she was scared of all the ways it could go wrong.

She inhaled from her nose before speaking up. “No.” she said, simple and clear while Alfie’s eyes glistened, he was a child.

“Yes.” he said, pushing it even more. He wanted to call her his bride for the longest time and this would also solve the moving problem which worked both ways.

“No.” she said, shaking her head violently, would it be so bad?

“Yes.” he said, nodding with a smile as she stopped shaking her head when Alfie’s hands found their way on the sides of her face, gently caressing her cheeks.

“Fine...” she sighed, realising that it was bound to happen.

“I’ll marry you.”

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sad0nion · 3 years

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ok so i said i was gonna do it and i did. here's a list of my current fave kpop songs, A-Z. i REALLY TRIED to narrow it down but it's still A LOT of songs oops

Bolded songs are ones i think are really underrated and need more love bc they are fantastic

Italicized songs are important/meaningful to me in some way

and i made this into a spotify playlist because i could: LINK

also there are two songs i linked youtube videos for because i couldn't find em on spotify :(

Any - Stray Kids | Anpanman - BTS | All this Fxxking Time - NELL | All Night - Astro | AYA - MAMAMOO

Caffeine - Eyedi | Can't You See Me? - TXT | Celebrate - ATEEZ | Coloring Book - Oh My Girl | Crazy - 4 Minute

Eclipse - Moonbyul | Egoist - Olivia Hye(Loona) | %%(Eung Eung) - Apink | Euphoria - BTS | Everyday - MAMAMOO

Jazz Bar - Dreamcatcher | Jelly - Red Velvet Irene & Seulgi | Jenga - Heize | Jump - BTS

Kazino - Bibi | Killing Me - iKON | Kiss Kiss - SHINee | Kiss Me If You Can - The Boyz | Ko Ko Bop - EXO

N/S - Stray Kids | Naughty - Red Velvet Irene & Seulgi | Naughty Boy - Pentagon | New Heros - Ten | Nonstop - Oh My Girl

Quasi Una Fantasia - The Boyz(cover of Shangri La by VIXX) | Question - Stray Kids

Regular - NCT 127 | Reveal - The Boyz | Revolution - AleXa | Rhythm Ta - iKON | Rooftop - N.Flying

U & Me - Hyuna | UGH! - BTS | Uh-Oh - (G)I-DLE | Uncover - Red Velvet Irene & Seulgi

Valkyrie - ONEUS | Violeta - IZ*ONE | ViViD - Heejin(Loona) | Voices - Stray Kids | Very Very Very - I.O.I

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YESSIR - 3YE | You In Me - KARD | You're the Best - MAMAMOO

Zeppelin - Primary & Anda | ZigZag - ONEUS | ZzZz - MAMAMOO | 00:00 (Zero O'Clock) - BTS

#kpop #i tried really hard to make this diverse too #like i could make a list with just stray kids and mamamoo but that's no fun #this is mainly for one mutual/friend but if anyone finds a song they like from this i'd be really happy #a talking onion

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meibemeibelline · 4 years

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part 3 (FINAL) of highlights from that 32k word doc i wrote when i marathoned gazette songs (2012-2018)

PART 1 | PART 2

once again:

This is a combo of thoughts on music, lyrics and other random things I wrote while listening. Not every song will be featured, sorry.

I sometimes directly quote translations and when I do, I’ll specify whose it was. Here are the masterposts of lyrics by Heresiarchy , Defective Tragedy and Trauma Radio

I will write song titles for which there are warnings in bold and all caps

So this part will be a bit different because mental health and The Band became really prominent themes in their music in a way it wasn’t really before, so rather than simply writing about songs as they come, I do (attempt to) connect some dots between songs and albums

Also this is REALLY LONG (~5k words)

If you read any of these posts, thank you <3

CONTENT WARNINGS: murder (In Blossom), reference to abuse (In Blossom), suicide/suicidal thoughts (Kagefumi, Deux/Blemish), reference to PTSD (Incubus). Overall LOTS of discussions about mental health.

buckle up folks it’s gonna be a long one

So I listened to Division according to the limited edition version where the songs got split into the ‘story-like songs’ and the ‘hype songs’. Just while we’re on that, I like to think that Vein is the story part because these songs (the blood) are meant to go TO our hearts, while Artery, which is the ‘raw emotion’, is the heart doing the talking and supplying the oxygen that will do its thing. LIKE HEADBANGING.

“Ibitsu is not the first song they’ve written about changes in the music industry, but it’s quite different from others like 13Stairs[-]1 and Dim Scene. They were quite angry about the state of things, lamenting it. But here, Ruki is writing his and the band’s place in all of that. It’s like in the other two songs he’s like, “wow look at all this rubble. This sucks.” But in Ibitsu he’s writing about how he’s also in that rubble and thinks about what HE feels about it in relation to himself and the GazettE. And I find that quite interesting. Also hell YES imagery – skies as ideals, the world around them collapsing into ruin, the band as a flower amidst the rubble that can’t reach the sky. It sounds like he’s trying to navigate how he’s supposed to move forward when his ideals and what’s happening in the industry oppose each other quite a lot. He doesn’t reach an answer in this song and ends by asking whether it is actually in ruins or whether he’s just afraid of change, I think.” - interestingly, he uses this same imagery in Kuroku Sunda Sora to Zangai to Katahane to write about anxiety and not feeling good enough.

Quick disclaimer on KAGEFUMI: I do want to say first that I’m talking about this purely as a piece of art. Not as in, like, “this is peak romance”, but just as an artwork I can have Opinions™ about, even if they’re possibly in disagreement with that of the creator. “The shadow tag metaphor for a couple committing double suicide meaning that they’re ‘becoming one’ and being together in death is A Lot. There’s an incredibly strong belief in an afterlife where they can be together makes (what Ruki describes) this stronger bond between them that literally lasts or even transcends the boundaries between life and death, rather than a tragic end (unlike Tokyo Shinjuu). Musically, I love this song and think it’s gorgeous, the way it’s sad yet hopeful. We over here with that bittersweet stuff again but lyrically it’s a WILDLY different route than others before it.”

“Yoin is such a heavy end to disc 1. The ending lines, “The sea of loss / Understanding of helplessness / That day we grieved” about the Tohoku earthquake/tsunami and the nuclear disaster is just so ……. And not only that, but how even though people still struggle to survive, people are moving on like it’s a thing of the past. It’s SO heavy.” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

“I think [Derangement] is about a massive internal struggle between wanting longing for the past, knowing it won’t come back, but also wanting to destroy the past out of self-hatred. There are aspects of the past, perhaps ambition and drive for example, that are good, but other parts that are not. It’s almost like a continuation of Remember the Urge but like…angrier and with more hatred towards his own past rather than only the longing of it. Which is also really interesting.” – this is definitely one of the themes that comes up A LOT from now, ESPECIALLY in Ninth. We’ll get to that.

“IS KAI GOOD??? That man is NOT human. I swear to god his drums in Required Malfunction are INSANE. ANYWAY, this song is about how people cannot be perfect and we all have flaws, especially in the context of relationships. I like that even though people argue and butt heads sometimes, there’s that Japanese verse where he sings “Let’s send a song without stains / to that innocence without lies / so you can swallow those wounds” and the last lines “Because you are always here, I can advance” to mean like…them being together can ultimately make them better and it can be a good relationship (if they work on it, imo). Also, I love the language he uses here – viruses and malfunctions and inputs – a very non-human way to write about human relationships.” (Cr: Trauma Radio)

(Dripping Insanity) “Solitude drenched in red laughs / in the insanity dripping in silence” is SUCH a good line yes hello I appreciate this. (Cr: Heresiarchy)

“EYYY HAVEN’T HEARD FORBIDDEN BEAVER IN FOREVER. At first I was wondering if this might be judgmental but honestly? I think this is satirical, especially from the line “May the truth you spew on taboos going frantically around / Shred the rhythm of high society”. Like the fact they’re gossiping about a famous woman who has a lot of sex and just TARNISHING her name bc of it, to Ruki, is a load of bullshit. Also, some of the lyrics in the chorus are funny coming from Ruki – “She has a sex addiction / Bang! Bang! / Cute luv machine” – like he does NOT ever write like this and this song is just a huge satirical joke I’m YELLING.” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

“The transition from Malformed Box to Inside Beast >>>>”

“[Inside Beast] is definitely about having a ‘beast’ inside you that’s like all your demons and ugly feelings and to let them all out. He wrote about demons in Derangement, but the way he writes about acceptance is like…empowering and freeing. Not necessarily through words but through the music and just how hard this song slaps.”

“I really love the lyrics of [Until it Burns Out] and its whole thing about valuing the time they have as a band and to be together making music precisely because it’s going to end someday, and it’s going to be their last shot at living their dreams, which is to make music and perform TOGETHER as the GazettE. Like that’s so meaningful, and powerful in the way they just…grab it by the fucking throat. Breaking down the walls that hold them back, TOGETHER, towards the future in which they see their dreams. Like they’re not letting this be the end. They won’t allow it. UGH. UGHHH. The middle eight is so beautiful and I love the lines “The light that colours this irreplaceable scenery / burns the significance of standing here into me / Until the last” like they just love performing SO MUCH UGGGHHH FEELINGS”. (Cr: Trauma Radio)

“[REDO] IS SO GODDAMN SENTIMENTAL I’M IN MY FEELINGSSSSS. Kai being the composer, I can’t help but feel this is him paying homage to jazz, which is the music his mother plays and he loves her so so much. I’m probably reaching but THAT’S JUST HOW I FEEL.”

“EVERBODY SHUT UPPPP IT’S LAST HEAVEN TIMEEEE. It’s so gd gorgeous and sweet. I’M GETTING REALLY EMO WHAT THE FUCKKKK. BRUH. BRUUUUHHH. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL //THROWS. SHUT UPPPP. TOO MANY SKY, STAR AND FOREVER REFERENCES FOR THIS TO BE OKAY BITCH. This is Ruki’s love song to the cosmos, wishing to be eternal like the stars but acknowledging that all he can do is chase it knowing his life will end, BUT THAT THEY DON’T HAVE TO GRIEVE BECAUSE THEY WILL MEET AGAIN IN THE AFTERLIFE BECAUSE IN SOME WAY WE /ARE/ ETERNAL. IT’S LOVING AND INNOCENT AND WISTFUL. This song is the goddess to all the GazettE love songs. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. “The distant sky, this infinite moment / I now wish from the visible stars / in this youthful merry-go-round / that continues to turn endlessly / I want to be eternal like you” – is just…such a beautiful image. “Let’s stay like this, having dreams we cannot reach / Long road which leads to the calm hill / I go, leaving my sadness behind / Good night…my beloved / Last heaven of mine” – it’s yearning but it’s the yearning for LIFE. And to leave behind sadness…Ruki very rarely writes about pain like this. And to call the ‘beloved’ his last heaven, the last thing in his life that’s just THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO HIM AND THE THING HE WANTS TO BE ETERNAL WITH goodbye………GOODBYE. “Love without shape changing day by day / Close together / we become / one shooting star” – AAAHHH AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Also, for him to say ‘memento mori’ which means “Remember, you must die” in the middle eight of a song about wanting to be eternal just gives the entire sentiment a new meaning ;-;” (Cr: Trauma Radio)

“There’s a particular sound to Division and Beautiful Deformity (but more in BD). It sounds like rushing water. Loss in particular sounds like this. Like, the sound isn’t just ‘dark’ and ‘heavy’, it moves A LOT and there is sooo much emotionality in the songs on this album. It’s really dynamic.”

“The Stupid Tiny Insect revisits the theme of inner demons. Specifically, in this song it sounds like negative internal self-talk. It’s interesting though, the way that Ruki writes it as an entirely separate being to how he writes inner demons and whatnot in other songs, where it’s either another entity within a person that is part of them OR just…themselves. Here, they are VERY separate, and that probably allows him to feel and express rage instead of helplessness or confusion. I also love the reference to pretending to be okay – “I get high on delusion / And act as if I made them die out / ‘Just like a summer moth to a flame”.” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

“IN BLOSSOM is pretty fucking brilliant lyrically imo. It reminds me a lot of 32 Koukei no Pistol in that a protagonist who was abused/neglected by the parents kills them, and in the latter’s case only, also themselves. Some other differences: In Blossom is WAY angrier (and a lot more loaded) and the protagonist is trying to ‘make their own life’ (even if the way they choose to do that DOESN’T WORK), whereas the narrator in 32 Calibre Pistol was mostly lamenting that they’ve ‘lost their way’ and deep-down were wishing for their family to be happy together. I can’t say WHY that is. But it’s interesting that in In Blossom, the abuse just…DESTROYED their concept of family that they used to believe in entirely, and the fact they cannot separate themselves from their abusers neither by dying nor killing them is A Lot. So, they try to free themselves and ‘get hope’ by killing their abusers as revenge (“Die away, along with these wounds I’d counted”), but it doesn’t bring them happiness or heal them (“Even if I slash so much it’s unparalleled by the wounds I’d counted, it still starts to ache / It doesn’t even fight off the decay, much less heal me”). It’s very much saying that despite pain, revenge is not the answer. I also love the line “They adorn vividly – have blossomed beautifully / The sun that has started to set makes sure of it” to describe the wounds as the narrator kills their abusers and their loss of sanity as they do so.” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

“To Dazzling Darkness is about that moment when a concert is over and the lights start to come on. It’s so gorgeous. This is sort of like, the other side of Until it Burns Out. If UIBO is about the band then TDD is about the fans, and the band’s place in the world. I love the imagery in the first verse – darkness is usually associated with bad things, but here darkness is peace, escapism and unity that are part of the happiness of a concert, while the light symbolises the continuation of life. The scenery here is the same scenery in UIBO, which is the scenery of a concert that this band cherishes. There’s also the acknowledgement that time is fleeting and nothing is forever. Like, this is really the other side of the coin and I love it.”

“Dogma defines their new (2015) sound so well, which is HEAVY AND DIRTY AS FUCK. Like, it is SO conceptual and experimental and the painting is just GORGEOUS. I love the harpsichord in this song – as the predecessor of the piano, it was used in a lot of churches and religious music in the Baroque period (1600-1750ish), so using it here in a song where the band is likened to idols (the religious type) is super cool. And to combine it with these really low and heavy guitars just gives the DARKEST image.

And there’s so much going on in the lyrics – MANY MOTIFS, MANY MEANINGS. They bring back the concept of darkness as a symbol for escape from harsh life and of unity during concerts. As for death, Reita has an iconic quote where he said something along the lines of: “we often say in lives ‘to die’, but what we actually mean is to live. Live and be free”. I see death for GazettE as a kind of transformation – and end, yet also a beginning to become something or someone new.

Ruki hasn’t really mentioned god since Ogre in Dim, in which he basically wrote “idk if God exists but I don’t really care – all I need is me”. But here he likens the band to an idol of worship. We as the fans worship the GazettE, and they are also gods to us, their followers, in the sense that they provide us with life and unity (referred to here as death and darkness, respectively). The GazettE as a band brings darkness and death to the world (with their own meanings, of course).

This is also a song about the band breaking away from current gods and dogmas of the music industry, and from its greed. I also love the line, “The rite I must face is cloaked in darkness and isolation” – this process of their journey to finding their truth is lonely, and no one but them can do it for themselves. To do so also isolates them from everything they once knew. It’s them navigating what is expected of them by the masses and those they work with vs doing what they want without getting shunned for it.” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

“DAWN IS ABOUT REDISCOVERING THEMSELVES. I love the number of metaphors he brings back in this song – 13 stairs, death, merry-go-rounds and again dogma. Death here is about the transformation of them as a band, which occurs at the top of the 13 stairs to the gallows. And I find that so interesting because he uses the image of gallows (eg: 13 Stairs[-]1 and Forbidden Beaver) as like…an actual Death that means the end of a genre or a person’s reputation, but here it’s a place of transformation. In Last Heaven, the merry-go-round is a symbol of life – it comes back here but this time it’s red instead of blue (youthful) and is paired with the image of a mad banquet with emotions running wild (ie concerts). Basically, this is about the band’s life and, like, their life being about concerts. My favourite part is “Overcoming a period of confusion, I took those stirring emotions / And hung them up high on the 13 stairs” because there’s also the line “I’ve already had a lethal dose of misfortune / The ruined gallows towers above me” -> WE WENT THROUGH SOME SHIT BUT WE FOUND OURSELVES AND SURPRISE BITCH, BET YOU THOUGHT YOU’D SEEN THE LAST OF ME.” (Cr1: Heresiarchy, Cr2: Defective Tragedy)

Not from my notes directly but I feel like the difference between Bizarre to Juuyonsai no Knife (ie the only two songs about Real juvenile criminals) is a REALLY good representation of how Ruki’s lyrics have changed over the years. He went from taking perspectives of people who perpetrators of violence (to write horror stories, imo, but also to generally Explore their minds through art) to making comments about society and how systems affect people in real life. Not to say he doesn’t write about killers anymore or that social commentary is NEW for him, but just…a big change in what’s PROMINENT.

“Interesting that Wasteland is next, which is about Justice on the Internet. I know Ruki has always been really critical of the internet and the kind of social processes that occur online (see: Nakigahara) and here it’s about morality and justice, but more importantly the way it’s about crowd mindsets and CONTROL. And he just summarises it SO WELL in the first verse: “The thousand eyes that can kill even God / Transform into rebels that lust for control / If the time comes when right and wrong disappear / It will all end with a blood-red moon”. There’s also the line “Innocence gives way to sinful judgment” ie the innocent go along with their ways or it’s the innocent (the weak, as he says later) that are scrutinised. And I think about this a lot considering…some other fandoms I’m in >.>” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

(INCUBUS) “The song is a lot of wondering what they did to deserve their trauma and how they want the dreams/nightmares to go away. I do like that at the end of the song they come to the conclusion that they cannot change what happened and decide “fuck the why”, accepting they didn’t deserve it. Even though the narrator is still stuck in the maze (of trauma), the letting go of asking why it happened is like, a really important step in healing. Because it’s the end of self-blame. So, I hope narrator can heal :( “

(DEUX) “My dumbass never realised this but the music of Deux itself has DUALITY. Metal with solo piano. IT REALLY TOOK ME FIVE YEARS TO REALISE THAT HUH. It’s about two conflicting selves (which to me sound more like intrusive thoughts, considering Blemish’s VERY LOUD “These days I’m better dead”) and the effect that has on like, your emotionality and how it leads to loneliness. His use of nightmares in this song is fascinating – the Japanese word he uses (sakayume) is like…a reverse dream, like if a child has a nightmare you tell them it’s a sakayume so it means what happened in their dream definitely won’t happen AND something good will happen instead. And this is something Ruki prays for.”

(Ominous) “The imagery is really dark in this – “A prayer crushed under wreckage / Reflects in your eyes as you start to fly / I see you in the sky thick with shadows / Spinning around with nightmares” – there’s a desperate attempt to fly and get better and do Well but still they’re surrounded by darkness and nightmares, unable to escape. “Don’t forget that a heart cannot die / Don’t forget that dreams aren’t predictions of the future” –There’s hopefulness in a heart not dying yet a very strong despair when he says dreams don’t predict the future, not even reverse dreams. “It steals away my still-unformed future, and whenever I step forth / I can’t see a thing in that shadowed sky / My screaming can’t save anything / when I’m killing myself with sadness” – oh that hurts, that hurts A LOT. He wants to fly but he can’t. This is just SO MUCH. And they didn’t even have an instrumental outro, IT JUST ENDS WITH ACCEPTANCE OF HOPELESSNESS AND DEPRESSION.” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

“The drums in Goddess uggghhh UGGGHHH. AND THE GUITAR TOOOOOO. Lyrically, this is really a mid-point between depression and healing. It’s A Lot. He writes about his suffering, wanting to make something of his mistakes and his sins and actually WANTING TO LIVE. But it’s so sad that in the end he still feels really helpless – the subtle changes between “I want to become the stars that fill the silence” vs “I can’t become the stars that fill the silence”. But I think that on some level he knows what the next step is. He wishes in the last two lines, “If only I could share my grief that can’t be put to words / If only I could face reality and live accepting my crippling despair”. THAT’S THE FIRST STEP!!!! THAT’S A STEP!!!! TO HEALING!!!! “These bleak thoughts are my sacrifice that will one day begin to thaw into a selfless, smiling heart” – this line is fucking LOADED. Like, he sacrifices his bleak thoughts by expressing them and by making art out of his pain in hopes that he will be able to acknowledge and accept his suffering and his pain as a means to heal, as a way of allowing him to have a selfless and smiling heart. Like, this is SO much of what his art is about and what it has been for SUCH a long time it makes me so emotional that this is what he’s saying about his own lyrics.” I realise too that the goddess is likely the same goddess from Blemish. I’m still unsure what to make of it because Blemish ends in Ruki writing he doesn’t wants to be reborn, and not abandoned. But here he ends with wanting to heal. Wanting to move on and live.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO UNDYING.

“WHEN HE BROUGHT BACK “SLEEP, COUNT ME DOWN AGAIN” >>> God, this song is so powerful. THERE ARE SO MANY CALL-BACKS TO DOGMA. I SHOULD’VE KNOWN THIS BUT STILL. BITCH WHAT THE FUCK. It’s a direct continuation of Ominous (“I won’t arise from this”). I think in this song he’s becoming that figure that is flying in Ominous, and the one that is surrounded by nightmares and shadows – the first verses are about how the future is drenched in misfortune yet we must continue to live (and suffer, but WE CAN AT LEAST BE A BIT HOPEFUL). Ruki says this YET HE IS STILL DREAMING, EVEN AS THE END COMES (“My heart starts to disappear along with the spirit of my words / And though it knew the end was near / It dreamt of things it shouldn’t want / And even now I am still—“). There’s also his mentions of sins again that he continues to drown in :( But overall, this song is really about living despite all the pain, which is really meaningful after Dogma ended on such a note of hopelessness. There’s so much power in this song.” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

“Vacant doesn’t necessarily sound like a romantic relationship breaking down as much as it is about making a mistake and being unable to fix it between you and someone else (or other people), even if Ruki said he wrote it with a band’s image in mind. But the gist is is that there is yet again a struggle within the self (“Self-condemnation distorts the answer / And I lose sight of what I should be / Because of those unconscious actions / I can’t even dream”). The line “In the pain of not being able to tie back the undone thread / The traces left by stopping time keep piling up” really got to me – being stuck in time and constantly wishing for something that was and being hurt by the fact it’s gone is something I personally relate to. But even as the narrator is stuck in time, their grip on the past is loosening – they are forgetting, memories fade, and they lose their strength (“Vacant, you are withering”).” (Cr: Heresiarchy)

(Faling) ““Together, embracing the same pain: it’s only temporary / Don’t forget that this is not the end / So come on, let’s open our eyes and fall / We just believe in ourselves to die / Sometimes it’s okay to be broken” THIS MEANS SO FUCKING MUCH AFTER THE AMOUNT OF TIMES RUKI ENDED DOGMA SONGS WITH HOPELESSNESS AND AT BEST “WE HAVE TO KEEP LIVING AND SUFFERING AND BEING IN PAIN” BUT IN FALLING, PAIN IS TEMPORARY. PAIN IS TEMPORARY. WE WILL HEAL, BITCH. WE WILL GET BETTER, BITCH.” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

Can’t find my notes bc it’s somewhere else in my Tumblr drafts but basically: I consider Mortal, Utsusemi and Sono Kore wa Moroku like a Depression Trilogy™ in Ninth. Mortal is about depression, loneliness and loss but like, tying it to a singular person or event in which the narrator felt grief. Utsusemi is about loneliness and depression as well, AND RUKI USES THE CICADA SHELL METAPHOR, WHICH IS THE SAME AS CRUCIFY SORROW (ALSO ABOUT DEPRESSION, BUT SOMEONE ELSE’S). But then, Sono Koe wa Moroku is THE turning point and where he first mentions (in this album) and actual DESIRE to heal and like, ON HIS OWN. IT’S ABOUT BEING STRONG FOR HIMSELF AND THAT MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL. And as I mentioned before, Falling also ends on a hopeful note about sadness not lasting forever – it’s like he’s prefacing the album with the fact sadness IS temporary and that there IS a turning point.

“Babylon’s Taboo is interesting…so apparently Babylon is a figure of western imperialism and capitalism in the Rastafari movement (an afro-centric anti-capitalist and anti-imperialist movement from Jamaica). The narrator is COMPLETELY aware of the oppression and injustice that goes on around him but confesses to doing nothing. I interpreted this as complacency to violence, which Ruki has written about before. Also, he describes a starry sky (which I presume represents wealth and happiness) as a lie, and that they are actually black eyes that watch and look down upon you. In the context of anti-capitalism, my interpretation is that the ‘guaranteed fate’ he writes about is the life-long struggle to attain wealth and happiness – we are doomed to dedicate our lives to this, futilely, to no end. and there’s nothing we can do about it. Another line that stood out to me most is “all I need is sanity but uncertainty will do”. this, along with the rest of the song, implies that the narrator is PRETTY DAMN SURE that we’re all fucked so like....HAHA COOL.” (Cr: Defective Tragedy)

(Two of a Kind) Okay so…another motif I noticed in this album is an I and a You. And I know this sounds weird considering almost EVERY SINGLE GAZETTE SONG uses first and second pronouns, but mental health is SUCH a prominent, overarching theme in a way no album concept has been before, hence why I’m saying this. Two of a Kind is really solidifying this for me, but they appear in almost every song (but the You is known as ‘she’ in The Mortal). This pair are connected in an extremely emotionally intimate way. For one, they share pain and understand each other’s pain. Secondly, the narrator falls into depression after they’re gone. A part of me thinks it could be a past self and a current self, considering Ruki’s said this album involved the Most introspection from him and Falling writes about sins and past mistakes again. So, it could be a way of separating a past and current self – a past self that was perhaps lost, and made mistakes, but ultimately creates his current self.

But it could also be another person, as this You figure is also a source of light – someone Ruki shares his wounds with, in Two of a Kind. If it’s another person, it may also make sense that the depression and loneliness written about in The Mortal and Utsusemi is triggered by someone extremely close leaving him. Either way, it is this understanding and connection between the I and the You that also bring hope for the future and I REALLY love the way that hope is conveyed in the chorus of Two of a Kind. There’s so much light in it compared to the parts of the song where ruki calls himself filthy and ugly, and when he writes about negative feelings that never go away and bleed into this other person. but i think this other person understands it, and that’s why he can move on.

“Abhor God is a REALLY dark and heavy take on MOVING FORWARD. Like there’s so much rage in the way he writes about killing his lust, pride and anxiety and stringing up his nightmares in a noose, yet so much power in how he moves forward and sings victory with his music and his art. This is likely connected to Ninth Odd Smell and Uragiru Bero - where he writes about the band’s history and his imposter syndrome as an artist despite the band never going to die just because of that. He contrasts ‘too fast to live’ and ‘too young to die’ like, he’s really in a sort of purgatory where he’s constantly making too many mistakes to be happy but has too much to do for him to give up. So it’s here that he chooses to keep going no matter how weak the beat is. Imagery-wise this feels like.....continuing to live not because you have happiness to look forward to but just out of sheer willpower. Like it’s just so angry. Angry at the world, at yourself, but carrying that anger to try to be better and move forward.”

“And Unfinished is about the fans being his reasons to live and IT MAKES ME VERY EMOTIONAL THAT THIS IS HOW THE ALBUM ENDS!!!!!!! WITH HOPE!!!!! AND MOVING FORWARD!!!!! THEY LITERALLY ENDED THEIR ALBUM THAT’S ABOUT THEM ‘MAKING THEIR MARK ON THEIR WORLD’ WITH LIGHT AND HOPE AFTER LIKE TWO STRAIGHT ALBUMS OF /DEPRESSION/. EVERYBODY GO HOME WE LOVE HEALING IN THIS HOUSE.”

AND THAT’S THE END FOLKS!!!! if you made it here thank you so much for reading my ramblings and i appreciate u so so much <3 i hope you learned something new about the gazette’s music (i sure did - it’s why i went on this marathon in the first place!!) and again i have a list of posts i might write (which will definitely be shorter than these) so! yeah! anyway!! it’s past 11pm and i have no more brain cells. thanks again love ya have a good day/night <3 <3

#the gazette #gazetto #ruki #uruha #aoi #reita #the gazette kai #kai #the gazette ruki #the gazette uruha #the gazette aoi #the gazette reita #why am i tagging this #anyway i just want to say #i tried to stream bts' new song while putting this together #but i physically COULD NOT #the dissonance was too much #anw i love dynamite it's such a great serotonin boost haha <3

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Roses

The Good Doctor

Neil Melendez x female! reader

Warning: abusive ex, talking about abuse, violence

Specifics: angst, romance, fluff, comedy, race neutral reader, one-shot

People: neil melendez, shaun murphy, greg (oc)

Words: 2,344

Requested: By anon Okay hi I'm thirsty for a fluffy protection type fiction. Like maybe Niel Melendez brings his girlfriend out for a nice dinner and shopping day and they end up seeing their abusive ex that decides to confront them so he gets protective (he's got them big muscules so 😂) and idk take it fron there i guess? Please and thank you! 💙💙

Authors Note: ok first off this is a very touchy subject and if u r in a abusive relationship or know some one who is in one pls get help, u dont deserve this treatment and ask someone for help, call someone, call the hotline for ur area this is a very serious subject. i hope i did justice in that area for survivors. i also chose this gif because i luv seeing my bby kissing and like hes just soooo handsome, us good folks all deserve a melendez in our life! also i read that flower in japanese is hana if its not im srry i found it on google.

“So you’re gonna join me at 7 tonight right?” Your boyfriend Neil asked as he stepped behind you, kissing your head.

“Babe we’re at work,” you chuckled, turning around and greeting his precious, handsome face. His lips curled into a smile, “you think I care, I’m showing my girl some love.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips lightly, “of course I’m gonna be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You pecked his cheek and then whispered your parting into his ear, “I can’t wait for you to see how tight my dress is on me.”

“If you keep talking like that I might just want to skip dinner and eat something else instead.”

You rolled your eyes, hitting his shoulder playfully, “forward aren't we today Neil!” As Neil was about to proceed in his flirtatious attitude Shaun showed up and gave his innocent face to the two of you. “What are you two discussing?”

You found that it was your time to leave so you gave a little wave and let Neil take that embarrassing question for the team, “I know babe you’ll come up with a good answer to Shaun.”

You were very excited to meet up with Neil for dinner. He was taking you somewhere that you always wanted to go, according to him. See, the dinner or more like where it is taken at is a surprise. You have not a clue where Neil is taking you. It made you bubbly on the inside towards the day.

Taking the day into your hands you got out of work early so you could have time to doll yourself up.

When you arrived home you took a shower, put makeup on, and then slipped on your dress. As you took a look in the mirror at your self you were unsure. “I don’t know, is this too much?” You questioned a loud, peering at yourself from side to side. Thats when you heard a knock at your door. “Oh well too late now.”

You touched up on your lips real quick with your makeup and ran to the door in your heels. Taking a couple of breaths you opened to find Neil.

“Hi babe, wow you look,” your words were stuck in your throat. You eyed him up and down and swallowed harshly. “Wow, you look so, so, so-”

“Look at you,” he whispered, almost like to himself. He was looking at you up and down as well but he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful star in the galaxy. His eyes shone with love, having a little twinkle in them. He was head over heels for you, he was in love. “You look gorgeous baby.”

You smiled away, bashful, “You look amazing as well.”

Neil brought his hand out for you to take hold. He guided you to his car, opening the door for you like a gentleman, “oh you didn’t need to do that.”

Neil bent down to capture your lips in a kiss, “I wanted to though.”

On your way to the surprise restaurant you couldn’t help but try to guess where he was taking you. He would sternly give you a look and then you would pout making him give in and give you hints.

“Okay we’re here.” Your head shot up to the restaurant. E/c eyes opening wide and bright you squeal in shock. “No way babe, you got a reservation for this restaurant? I’ve wanted to come here for so long, how did you know?”

Neil took a hold of your hand and was giggling at how adorable you were acting, “y/n you talk about this place all the time. Let me tell you it wasn’t easy getting reservations but I kinda had to pull a few strings.”

You embraced Neil and kissed him repeatedly all over the face, “I. LOVE. YOU. SO. MUCH!”

“I love you too, now c’mon.”

You two walked to the restaurant and it was as if you stepped into a fairy tale book. There were chandeliers gleaming and sparkling like diamonds, hanging delicately from the roof. There was gold embroidery on almost everything. A live band playing jazz music was there. All the guests look so sophisticated and glamorous with their outfits on. You were astonished. “Oh my god this is so classy, I can’t believe I’m here.”

Neil places his hand on your lower back to escort you to the table that the waiter had for you two. You both sat by a window, overseeing the city. The lights were bright and small making it seem like fireflies. As you looked down below you could see people walking, minding their own business.

“Thank you for taking me here. I’m so happy to be here with you. This is the best surprises.”

Neil grabbed your hand and kissed it, “well get used to it. There’s gonna be more surprises along the road. You chuckled and lightly touched his leg with yours, “who knows maybe I have a surprise up my sleeve for you today.” You flirted to him as he raised his brow.

You two dined fine that afternoon. Laughing, flirting, just having yourself a good time that is until you saw him. You look up into his eyes, your heart and world seem to stop. Its only him and you. It is your ex from your college days, only a couple of years ago did you break up with him. He was a monster. He would abuse you verbally but also physically. Your eyes widen and you are brought back in the present with Neil’s voice. “You okay sweetheart?”

You almost choke on your food but nod not wanting him to worry, “yes I’m fine.” The ex comes to your table with a new woman. She seems to have a bad attitude. “Why if it isn’t y/n l/n. How are you?”

As he gets closer to the table you see clearly his face again. That dam* face, still to this day gives you nightmares. Neil never knew about him because you felt that it was not necessary to tell him of this information. You were quiet with your answer, looking down and not at him, “fine.”

Neil took note of this and knew something was up, he was worried. “How do you two know each other?”

“Oh he’s just an old-”

“We used to date, I’m Greg.”

Neil was about to give his name when Greg stopped him, he shook his hand and said, “no need Mr. Melendez. I know all about you. You’re that doctor in that hospital with that autistic kid. Must have a hel* of a lot stories with him.”

“Actually he’s very good with his job, he’s one of the best.” Neil answered back.

“Now what do you do again y/n?”

“I’m a doctor at the same hospital. We work together.” Your hands found themselves twisting and clutching the table cloth. You did not act like yourself.

“Oh how nice, are you two together?”

Neil nodded and grabbed your hand, reassuring you and showing that you two are together to your old ex, feeling a bit jealous. “Yes we are actually. She’s the best thing thats ever happened to me.”

“Thats funny I remember when I used to say that. Man, it seems like a million years ago.”

You could tell Neil was getting over protective of you the way his jaw clenched whenever that wrenched man ever talked about your past relationship with him.

“I always told y/n though, when she told me she wanted to be a doctor, to reach for something more...possible. Now look! She’s done the thing she wanted to do, maybe I some what some way encouraged her.” He laughed evilly at the end of his statement.

“Well I’ve always told y/n that she can do anything she puts her mind to. She’s very hard working and that is one of the many things that I love about her,” Neil was almost about to break the knife he was holding. His eyes were burning with anger. He was boiling on the inside. His jaw was clenching and he was almost shaking at how rude this man was to you.

The man took notice of it and wanted to play with fire. He placed his tough hands that were rough looking on your shoulder, close to your neck. “Its a shame, as I recall me and y/n had some wonderful times together. Didn’t we sweetheart?”

Your breathing was coming out in short breaths, your nostrils flaring. Tears almost about to spill. You were frightened. If Neil wasn’t here you would of gotten up and ran away, but you didn’t want to form a show. You nodded to his question. His hand lingered too long on you for Neil’s liking. Greg’s fingers stroking where he used to strangle you when you two were together and then as you were about to pass out he would let you take a breath. He liked to be the leader, the man capable of deciding whether you lived or died. You started to shake with fear and Neil had enough. He abruptly stood up, his muscles showing full well through his tight suit. He looked as if he wanted to punch Greg straight in the jaw. Neil walked so close to Greg you were worried they were about to fight.

“Don’t touch her.” Neil ordered, his voice rough almost a bark.

“Excuse me?”

Neil pointed a finger at him, “I said don’t touch her. Get your ungrateful hands off her.”

Greg looked like he was the victim and placed his hands by his side. “You can have the whore, she wasn’t good any ways.”

Neil almost lunged himself at the man but you blocked Neil and stopped him. You placed a hand on his cheek to get him to only pay attention to you. “Hey babe its okay look at me, please don’t worry about him.” Neil tried to focus on his breathing and his temper, leaning his forehead against yours. As he sat down, almost calm, you saw that he bent the knife all the way so that it looked like a c. As things were settled you felt the heat of it all on you at that moment and needed fresh air.

“I think I’m done here,” you wiped your mouth with the napkin and ran to the exit. Tears streaming down your face.

Neil tried to stop you, calling out your name. He was very worried about you.

You sprinted outside and sat on a nearby bench away from everyone. There you sobbed, all of the monstrous things that Greg did coming back to you and haunting you.

“Baby,” you heard Neil’s voice as he came up to you. “Baby whats wrong?”

He sat beside you and looked at your face. Your cheeks stained with tears. Neil’s arm found themselves around your shoulder. “Please y/n tell me whats wrong?”

“That man inside the restaurant. Its true what he says that we were together, but when I was with him he, he beat me. Neil he used to beat me so many times a day, he hurt me so bad.” You sobbed uncontrollably in Neil’s chest. Neil embraced you tighter, kissing your forehead. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“He scared me Neil, I was so scared!”

Neil was shaking with anger. “I’ll kill that man! I’m gonna kill him.” He was being very over protective over you. You were his life.

“No please babe, please don’t. I don’t want you to get into trouble, please.” Your eyes said it all when he looked into them. They were begging.

Neil closed his eyes, they were watery. “Okay.” Was all he could say.

You clutched onto Neil as hard as you could. Just wanting him to be with you and to just have his presence. He made you feel safe and calm.

“I promise nobody will ever hurt you again,” he whispered into your ear. Kissing your face then your lips, showing you how much he truly loves you.

Neil was there for you. He comforted you by patting your back and whispering how much he loves you.

“How are you feeling?”

You sniffled and looked up at Neil. Neil wiped your tears away and kissed your cheek. You smiled and basked in his love, “I’m doing better thanks.”

“Why don’t we do something that’ll cheer you up. I mean you look so beautiful I don’t want this beauty to go to waste.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Neil grabbed your hand and brought you to an unknown store named, “Hana.”

“Hmm what is he up to?”

After a few minutes Neil came out of the store. He hid something behind his back, his dimples showing on his handsome face as he grins at you.

“Another surprise?” You asked as you tried to see behind him.

“Here its for you, to make you feel better.” Neil pulled the gift from behind. It was a bouquet of roses.

You felt like crying...again! This man treated you so spectacularly. He treated you like a princess, always wanting you to feel happy. It was silence, you looked at the roses and started to tear up, “they are so beautiful babe.”

“I thought you needed some cheering up. A gift to show you how much you mean to me.”

You smelled the roses but then placed them delicately in the bag. You placed both your hands on Neil’s face and inched closer to him, “I love you so much.”

Your lips joined in unison. You opened your mouth wider to kiss more fiercely. You moaned in the kiss, “I love you so much. I love you so much.”

You two separated and Neil brought you protectively close to him. His arms feeling like a comforting cage around you, they were thick and strong. “I love you too baby.”

You two walked together, enjoying the rest of the night and not caring about any body else except you two’s love.

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softyairs8 · 3 years

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knock knock? this is your feedback 🤩

anyway thank you so much to answered and give me this reading 💞 i really luv also appreciate it. i see you like jazz music? do you want to give me your recommend song because i want to expand my music taste 😊

and ah – i realize something. did you can open my song recommendation on the previous ask? i feel hesitate because it turn out only a link 😭 and i'm sorry for it.

these are my recommended songs :

✨ A Rocket To The Moon - Lost and Found

✨ One Ok Rock - Be the light

the reason why i choosed that songs, already i answered in my previous ask 😉

let's get back to my feedback 🍃

you know when i read your reading, my heart beating so fast?? i havent feel kind of this before. and i feel so calming and almost emotional *lol am i too much*

but seriously, i really luv when someone can be generous and help other! and when i read the part "people take them for granted almost" i can feel the hurt because me too 🖐️😭 which is so sad. i just wanna say to my fs like it is okay to love yourself first sometimes, its not egoist *sobbing*

when i read trustworthy word huhu i really and manifest this person come into my life 🥺💞

they have rectangle shaped body? i think its resonate because some of readers also said if he likes to gym 😉 *wow you are great! clap clap 👏*

YO PIANO – I ATTRACT WITH IT. i always have a place with someone who can play instrument well, especially piano. because when i see piano, it seems nostalgic for me. i love when someone can have a taste or talent in musical because i want to take a deep more about it even i have passion on it deep inside my heart ✨ and to know it, huhu its bring smile on my face ☺️

and for air sign also earth energy yall thats me 🥺 libra is my sun. my chart full of air also some of earth sign *eventhough i see both are balance* whoaaaaa your intuition really need more appreciation 👏 i proud of it✌️🌸

also oh travel? i have heard the word holiday also important to us from another readers, too. i think it can be resonate 😮☺️ and ROME?? Italy? ah, what a nice place to visit👏

i manifest this person come into my life huhu but not now, because i still not ready 😬 only by read it, he already steal my heart 🤯

overall i really love and appreciate your reading ✨ you have talent and i hope you can go for it because most of them are resonate with me – even can make my heart beating haha.

thank you so much and don't forget to have your favorite meal or drink to recharge 😉 you did a good work! ^^

have a nice day~ 🌸

OH MY GOSHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK!!! IT WAS SO DETAILED OMG I APPRECIATE IT! I'll for sure send you some songs asap!!! I'm honestly so glad most of it resonated, that makes me so happy. I really do hope you find your person when you're ready! I LOVE YOUR ENERGY SO MUCH AHHH!! thank you so much for your kind words!!! always remember to love yourself no matter what anyone says. message me if you ever need anything! again, thank you so much for participating!!! 💖

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thefloorisbalaclava · 6 years

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Req for Gabriel where she's pregnant but he's on mission and gave birth just before he came back and he quickly rushes to her and the new baby. All that fluffy jazz. Thx luv!

I really enjoyed writing this! Papa Gabe is THE BEST!

Thanks for the request.

The baby stirred, waking you from your slumber.

Any day now, youthought rubbing your stomach gently. The baby decided to be extra activetonight and you wondered if it was for the same reason you couldn’t sleep: youmissed Gabriel. He had promised to be back before the baby came, but the duedate creeped even closer and he was nowhere near completing his mission.

You wrapped yourself in one of his hoodies and made your waydownstairs to make yourself some tea. The baby moved again, and you touchedyour stomach. “Is chamomile okay?” you asked, and the baby kicked. “Guess so.”

Your phone buzzed, and you saw that it was a text from Jesse.You guessed that Gabe had made sure he had someone to check on you while he wasaway. You kept the cowboy updated and you knew if you ever needed anything, Jessewould be on your doorstep in the blink of an eye. A dull pain throbbed in your lowerback and you tried your best to massage it.

“Okay, okay,” you mumbled. The kettle began to whistle, andyou turned the stove off. Your poured yourself a cup of tea, made it just theway you liked, and went to sit down. Everything was harder these days, but youmade the best of it. The baby would be here soon and hopefully Gabe would betoo.

You eventually fell asleep again, dreaming of Gabe holdingyour hand and whispering words of encouragement as you gave birth to the baby.It felt so real—you could feel his hand in yours, you could feel his moustacheand beard tickling your cheek as he kissed it and told you that everythingwould be okay…and the pain…you could feelthe pain.

You woke up and cried out, holding your stomach. What was happening? You knew what washappening, but you weren’t ready. Gabe wasn’t here, and you were sure you hadanother week to go. Just then, there was a knock at the door and you got upslowly to answer it, but moving only seemed to make things worse. You cried outagain as soon as you reached the door and opened it.

“J-Jesse!” The man stood on the other side of the door,looking nervous.

“You weren’t answerin’ the texts. I got worried. Gabe wouldkill me if I let somethin’ happen to you.” He took a better look at you thenhis eyes widened. “Are you…” You nodded, and Jesse made his way inside quickly.

“It’s time,” you said calmly although you were panicking onthe inside. “It’s time…and Gabe’s not here.” You lowered your head as Jessescrambled through the house looking for things you might need.

“He’ll be here, darlin’, but we gotta get you to the hospital.”His hat was crooked, and his arms were full of unnecessary things. “How are youso calm?”

You found the strength to laugh. “I have a bag packedalready, Jesse.” He dropped the stuff he had in his arms and ran to the bag nextto the door just as another contraction hit you. You grabbed his hand andsqueezed, hearing his knuckles crack. “Oh…God!”

“Oh God!” Jesse yelled back, voice strained. “My hand! Yougot a grip on you!”

“Jesse! Get me to the damn car!” You started to walkyourself out the door, waddling as quickly as you could.

“Oh right.” He carried the bag in one hand and held on to youwith the other. “Slow down before you hurt yourself!” he scolded. He opened thedoor and helped you into the car before throwing the bag in the backseat. Whenyou screamed in pain, he yelled and fumbled the keys. “Should I call Gabe now?”

“You drive, I’ll call.” You snatched the phone from Jesseand speed dialed your husband. He answered on the third ring. “Took you longenough,” you chastised.

He scoffed. “Sorry, baby. Everything okay?”

“No…well, yes…but it’s happening, Gabe. The baby’s coming.”

“WHAT?!” You could tell he had probably stood up and wasscratching at his hair under the beanie now. “The baby can’t be coming. They’renot due for another week!”

“The baby had other plans. What can I say?” Suddenly, anothercontraction hit you and you yelled in pain. “Please try to get here as soon asyou can. I love you.” With that you hung up and flung the phone onto Jesse’s lap.

“Almost there.” His knuckles were white on the steeringwheel and he drove fast, but cautiously.

When you arrived, Jesse grabbed the bag first then openedyour door. It was hard to walk now so you were happy you had someone there tohelp. He burst through the doors and shouted for someone to come and help.

“She’s havin’ a baby! She’s in pain. I don’t feel so goodmyself,” he said, putting his hand over his heart.

“Jesse, it’s okay.” You grabbed his hand and he looked atyou as two nurses helped you into a wheelchair. “Thanks for all your help.”

“Are you the father?” one of the nurses asked.

“What? No! Close friend, that’s it.” Jesse turned awaysheepishly and pretended to be occupied with something else.

“The father is away right now, but he will be here soon,”you told her as she rolled you away from Jesse. He raised his hand and noddedthen reached for his phone and you knew that he would be talking to Gabe.

They helped you change into a hospital gown and hooked youup to all kinds of things that annoyed you. You hated the beeping, the bloodpressure cuff, Gabe not being here…

Tears filled your eyes and another contraction hit you atthe same time. The doctor walked in with a smile on his face and you honestlyjust wanted to slap it off.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, that stupid smile still onhis face.

“How do you think?” you snapped. “Are you here to get thisbaby out of me. I can’t take it anymore.” You groaned in pain, gripping thesheets.

“You’re not ready just yet.”

“Where’s Jesse?” you asked, eyes closed. “Did he talk toGabe?”

“Do you mean the young man out in the waiting room?” Younodded and heard someone leaving the room. Jesse walked in the room not longafter.

“Jesse? Is Gabe coming?” you asked him.

“I talked to him and he’s on his way back, but…” He pausedwhen he saw the hopeful look on your face. “…but he might not be back in time.”He sighed when he saw a tear roll down your cheek. “You wanna talk to him?” Youshook your head. You honestly just wanted to rest right now, but the nurses hadother plans for you.

“Sir, we have to ask you leave,” one nurse told Jesse. Whenhe left, they made you lay on your back, so they could check how far along youwere. “She’s completely dilated, doctor.” As soon as she said that, anothercontraction had you crying out in pain.

“Please…now…” The doctor came into view and sat down betweenyour legs as one nurse stayed at your side to help you along and the otherchecked all the things you were hooked up to.

You pushed and pushed and pushed, but it never seemed likeenough. You were tired. You wanted to sleep. You wanted everyone to leave youalone, but they encouraged you to keep going.

“I can’t. I can’t do it.” But you know you had to.

“You’re almost there,” the nurse encouraged. She helped yousit up and you pushed again, screaming from frustration and pain. Aftercatching your breath, you pushed one last time and when you collapsed, youheard the sound you were waiting for—you heard your baby cry.

“It’s a girl!” the nurse said excitedly. You began to cry beforethey even handed her to you. Gabe had agreed that you two should let it be a surpriseand it was—you had a baby girl.

They cleaned the baby off and as soon as they handed her toyou, she stopped crying. They put a tiny little hat on her and bundled her upin a little blanket. You stared at her in amazement and could only imagine whatGabe’s reaction would be when he saw his daughterfor the first time.

Eventually, you fell asleep and the baby was put into alittle bed next to yours. You heard noise that you thought was part of yourdream then you heard a voice. “Where is she?” it asked. “Is she okay?” You wereexhausted, but you opened your eyes just in time to see your husband barrelinginto the room.

“Gabe?” He ran to your side and apologized repeatedly,completely missing the baby sleeping soundly in the little bed.

“I’m so sorry.” He smoothed your hair back and kissed you. “I’msorry.” He froze and looked at you intently. “The baby? The baby.”

You pointed to her. “Go say hello to your daughter.”

“My daughter. A girl?” You nodded and smiled as he walkedover and looked back at you as if to ask if it was okay to pick her up. Heopened and closed his hands before finally reaching down to pick her up. Shewas tiny, of course, but in his arms, she looked ridiculously tiny. “Princesa,” he whispered as he rocked hergently. “She’s beautiful.” He looked at her in awe and amazement just as youhad.

“I haven’t named her yet. I was waiting for you.” You spoketo him, but you weren’t sure he heard you. He was so entranced by the baby. Shehad cooed, and her little hand reached out to him. When he touched her hand, shewrapped it around his finger and he laughed.

“Yeah, I’m your papa,” he said happily. “What did you say,baby?” He looked up at you then back at the baby.

“I said that I haven’t named her yet.”

“Gabriela,” he said with a smile. You knew he was joking, butyou actually loved the name.

“That’s perfect.” He looked at you again, shocked. “Gabriela,”you repeated.

“Princesa Gabriela.”He kissed her little cheek and she cooed again. “She smiled! I think she likesit.” He walked over to your bed and sat down. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here…”

“You’re here now…and you’re holding your daughter. How doesit feel?”

“It’s the greatest feeling I’ve ever had. She’s sobeautiful. We made her.” He sniffled quietly,and you reached up to touch his cheek. He turned his head to kiss your palm. “I’mso happy.”

“Me too.”

#Gabriel Reyes #Reaper #Overwatch #headcanon #request #Anonymous

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lovers-steel-archived-blog · 7 years

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ABOUT THE MUN :

IN GENERAL: Real name: Li

Nicknames: Li, Kiwi, Sayang, idk bruh i forgot most of my nicknames

Sexuality: bisexual to the mAX

Preferred pronouns: she/they

Are you a morning person?: If a morning person means staying up till 4am then yes, I am a morning person.

When swimming, do you prefer to do it in the ocean, or in a lake?: binch have you seen the shit going on in an ocean and a lake there be jellyfishes and shit in there give me a fucking swimming pool any day

ON TUMBLR: Anyone you would like to meet in real life?: @dailyjota-kak @chlxrokiinetic @dailyp6josuke @almostdailyjosukes @rubbersoulrero @fumetsunoshoujo bitch theres too many of them

Anyone you have met in real life?: me n @fumetsunoshoujo r planning to meet up at a con at the end of the year but aside from that hell nah I live in the fuckng equator yall live in America so h o w

When did you first join? How old is your current account?: First joined in 2014???? Idk lmao but this acc is around 3-4 months old and I don’t regret starting it at all.

Any peeves?: CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR WHEN U GO OUT OF A ROOM PLS IM GONNA SOB DO IT ESP WHEN THE AIRCON IS ON.

Unpopular opinion: heck the minor characters need more love n cherishing instead of just brushing them off as unimportant characters. More!! Love!! for!! Minor!! Characters!!

FEELINGS: Do you easily get jealous?: nah

Do you easily get angry?: H e c k Y E

Are you easy to cheer up?: OH YEP just come in and talk to me abt my fav characters and I’ll be happy in no time

What’s the most hurtful thing someone could do to you?: block me for no reason??? Esp if its a mutual like pls,,, tell me what I did wrong,,,,

What’s the most hurtful thing someone has done to you?: I tend to stay out of drama n discourse so nothing lmao. I keep a low profile.

Are you good at hiding your emotions?: Yep

What’s the very best way to cheer you up?: TALK ABOUT MINOR CHARACTERS WITH ME LIKE HELL IF YOULL LISTEN TO ME RAMBLE ON ABT DAN I’LL LOVE U FOREVER,,,,,

RELATIONSHIPS:

Are you currently in a relationship?: Virtually married to @dailyjota-kak I luv them sm

Do you currently have a crush on someone?: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Fii

If yes, might that someone be reading this?: *( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) INTENSIFIES*

Do you kiss on the first date?: no lmao

Do you prefer going out, or staying home, when it comes to dates?: oOOOOOO IF U GO OUT WITH ME I’LL BUY U ART SUPPLIES,,,, Or stay home and we can both shitpost and laugh over stupid YT vids,,

THINGS:

Favorite drink: Apple juice with like the aloe vera bits inside it thats good shit right there,,,

Favorite food: SALT N VINEGAR CHIPS THOSE R MY JAM, also pizza and burgers and all that jazz lmao,,,

Most calming place?: In front of my computer or in my room with the aircon on,,,

Most stressful place?: school during exam times lmao

Most prized possession?: My phone!!!

TAG FIVE PEOPLE:

TAGGED BY : stolen from @chlxrokiinetic TAGGING : take it away idc just steal it from me lmao

#That was not me [ooc]#mun musings #( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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urchin-nestor-creations-blog · 7 years

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My first serious post. (Or a poem I wrote in about five minutes. Choke on it :)

Late Night Aesthetics

It feels good to be free far away. In a old jazz club, somewhere refined. Ladies with brown lipstick and soft curled hair. Cigarette packs, hitting the beat. We dance like a pair of birds, we are not conformity. Like diners and forks and lights so bright they hurt your eyes I am the electric road signs in movies that buzz so loud. Do not go away you keep me grounded you are smooth but what is this anyway. Smooth. Calm. Cooool.

Urban streets below purple and black swirling skies. A tree with letters in it. A slouching boy wanders below the maze of city, snapping his fingers to the constant beat, lips curling into a twisted toothy smile.

snap snap

To be heroic surely means crescendos. Oh how generic. White noise, beetles, cold country bonfires, crescendo, like always.

luv urchin

#poetry #aesthetic #choke on it #read my stuff #but yeah #please im desperate #five minute journal #late night #instant folllow back

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hundredsunny · 7 years

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rumours say that you love to talk about one piece so tell me about your top 5 op scenes and pls go all out

the rumors are true my friend and i will definitely tell you about my top 5 op scenes

BUCKLE UP this will be LONG

disclaimer: i dont think im going to label them in any particular order though it’s too difficult

THE FIRST SCENE that comes to my mind is one that plays in my mind literally every day at some point. it takes place after marineford, where luffy is in his recovery process. one of the days he’s being all negative and stuff, calling himself pathetic and weak, all that jazz, and that irritated our boy jinbei. the moment itself was when jinbei straight up THROWS luffy against a rock and says, “I know you’ve lost a lot, and I know it hurts, but what is it that you still have?!”

once the question was able to absorb itself into luffy’s mind, he calmed down and began counting on his fingers. i DEADASS remember CHOKING when he started doing that!! EACH FINGER COUNTED AS ONE OF HIS CREW MATES!! BOY!! i was so, SO emotional at this point because i realized how much luffy really loved his pals and how much he needed them and GOD the flashbacks that went along with this moment just threw another heap of angst at me.

imagine a lanky brunette in a boxing ring. then, imagine the word “angst” body-slamming this poor brunette gal into her own grave. that was me

the flashbacks had a pure little moment for each individual crew mate, and they were all just saying his name the way they always would as they were doing things that they would always do and it just ruined me. i missed the crew so much, and to see them brought up again in this kind of instance was so different and so eye-opening and so beautiful. also the music that went with it in the anime was so beautiful and the true breaking point was when luffy shouted “I WANT TO SEE THEM!” rip i want someone to love me like luffy loves his crew

THE NEXT SCENE I CAN THINK OF IS 100000000000% SABO’S RETURN. i think that does a lot of explaining for itself. everyone had theories that he would return and i halfheartedly believed them but MAN OH MAN WHEN IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED MY LIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES 78 TIMES. i am STILL trying to get over it. i dont think i can elaborate any further with this scene i think it’s just safe to say that this reigns as one of the most iconic scenes in this series. jesus leapfrogging christ. sabo is COOKIN my guys. wait ok i also wanna throw in the moment where sabo actually ate ace’s fruit holy shitbiscuits and gravy, batman. that was incredible. you bet your ass i cried.

my next favorite moment of mine is all thanks to mr. grassy ass himself, roronoa zoro. i knew zoro had a kind of bond with luffy that was somewhat on another field than everyone else’s throughout the course of the series, but when he faced kuma for the first time and sacrificed himself for the sake of luffy, i realized that this man’s loyalty stretched much further. i was so astonished that this stubborn boyo was so willing to throw away his dreams for the sake of his cap’n, ESPECIALLY when it was zoro himself who said that “if you get in the way of my dreams, i will not hesitate to get rid of you”. even when sanji came and tried to turn the tide, zoro still wouldn’t take that shit. no way, no how. if he wasn’t letting luffy get hurt, there was clearly no way he’d allow anyone else on the crew to get hurt. gosh, sanji. what r u doing. he took ALL of luffy’s pain and STILL stood on two feet after. what an absolute legend. i want someone to love me like zoro loves luffy rip

next moment, four words, “I WANT TO LIVE”. to summarize, there was a point in time where i felt like i was invisible to everybody. i would allow my ass to get beat by life on a daily basis, and i just had no overall motivation to do anything anymore. i felt so useless to everyone, and boy it was so hard to find people that would tolerate me. but when i witnessed this moment with my own two eyes, it honestly changed my entire perspective on my life. it made me feel like i had a purpose!! we all knew robin had one hell of a rough childhood, and she never really felt like she belonged anywhere, and of course, not a lot of people liked her because she was different. she was so used to the feeling of being alone, but the goddamn rubber boy comes along and completely obliterates the darkness around her. he introduces the feeling of being loved to her. his words allow her to be reborn into a brighter world, and when i saw that happen, i knew that i should probably keep on keepin’ on as well. i knew that maybe soon, i’d find friends who will truly care for me. here i am today with the friends i’d always dream of havin. thanks luff. robin, keep being you. u are beautiful. luv my pals. also i rly loved how luffy declared war on the entire freaking world bc of her. u know what im gonna say now: i want ******* ** **** ** **** ***** ***** *****

this last moment is really dumb and im mad at myself because i KNOW there’s a better scene, but since i cant think of it, i’m going to say that the davy back fight event with zoro and sanji holds a special place in my heart. it was golden all around. i have not a single complaint. ballman sanji lives on in my heart. though in all honesty im a slut for zoro and sanji combo moves since it rarely happens, so when i saw them absolutely DEMOLISH those bitches by using some dope combo moves, i YELLED. i am still yelling. quite honestly i am still yelling about 97% of what has happened in one piece thus far.

i hope this isn’t as messy as i think it is. it’s hard for me to talk one piece even though i love doing it; i always end up rambling. nonetheless, i hope u enjoyed this a bit!! thank u for such a monstrous yet amazing ask, pal! :D

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