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a66-1 · 1 month

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HI OMG i just read all your stuff and theyre so GOOD AGHH!;!3)2):&;&??? and for any requests how about another docile!simon because hes SOO CUTE IM IN LOOVEE or a childhood!best friend 😮‍💨😮‍💨

crying and throwing up bc AHH

tysm omg..

it's giving I should do both of these

Childhood bestfriend!Simon (who's a docile soul) x Reader.

a/n: major fluff ❤️

what was a661 listening to? (Homesick by Noah Kahan, Sugar Sweet by Benson Boone, Young Blood by Noah Kahan, Like Real People Do by Hoizer)

Unedited and not proofread

Simon and you go way back, and I mean way back. You knew this boy since he learned how to tie his shoe. (Unsurprisingly you had to teach him because what the heck are you doing to the laces?)

You lived slightly south of Manchester, and only really saw Simon when your parents met up every month or so, but you and Simon were essentially locked at the hip when you two were around each other. Pinkies bound together as you walked around the pond, watching the swans swim in the water. His smile was always so.. Soft. Never a big, excited smile. One where you knew he was comfortable.

His older brother always scoffed at the two of you, opting to stick by his parents and yours as they sat on a bench, as they talked amongst themself. Simon Unhooked his pinkie from yours as he bent by a few rocks, looking through them.

"Hey, come 'ere." He gestured you over. You crouched next to him. He picked a few weed flowers, and plopped on the ground to tie the bottoms together. When he was done, he handed them to you.

"There! For you. They're really pretty." He smiled softly, as you took them. You laughed quietly, and hugged him.

"Thank you, Si." You said quietly, before pecking his cheek. You heard your mom yell at you to get your hands off eachother, as you two are only 8 and 10.

You two separate, and walk back over to your parents. Simon had a pink hue to his cheeks, but nothing he couldn't not excuse as sunburn.

Once you got in your rickety car back to your house, it's not like you knew you'd never see him again. You were packed and already on the plane 3 weeks later.

The absolute meltdown you had in the airport had your mom threatening to ductape your mouth shut, and you're pretty sure you cried all the way to America.

You lift your head, noticing your spot in line has moved up, again. You shift forward, a basket of food in your arms. You got your own places little over a year ago. Freedom feels.. Great, actually, nobody is on your ass and you can freely drive anywhere without a 'where tf are you??' text.

You get to the register, and give a polite nod and 'I'm good, and you?' Your accent still catches a few people off guard. Fucking hell, this state is absolute shit sometimes. Just because some people aren't the same as you, you don't gotta be weird about it-

It's not even like it's heavy, it's just slightly there. Growing up with the most British parents in a very not British town has got your accent all odd, but if anyone from Manchester heard you, they might be able to decipher you.

You take your bags and walk to your car, loading it. Just one more thing in the list... Ah, the pet shop. The place isn't far, so you lock your car and start your walk on the way there.

A few Military officers stand a block away, across the street. They don't look quite American, in all actuality, isn't that the flag from-

You abruptly run into someone. Fuck. God, why don't you keep your eyes open every once in a while? You take a step back, rubbing your nose. Crap, they had a hard fucking chest, because your nose feels half broken.

"My bad, I'm so sorry-" You glance up to notice an military officer. You stand straighter, noticing the Union Jack flag. The guy has gear on, and a.. Ghost mask? A bavaclava, I'm pretty sure, and some eye black.

"It's.." He squints, pausing, before continuing, "Fine. It's fine."

That's an accent if you've heard one. God, it's familiar as crap, you know you've heard it before. Which parents had that accent again? Sounds like.. Jack's parents were more west...

"You uh.. You from here?" He gruffly asks, "Can tell you got an accent."

You shake your head, "I was born in Manchester, moved when I was 8, give or take."

His eyes widen this time, before cursing. He turns to the group of men further down, and throws a hand signal. They nod, and continued a conversation they were having.

"Oh? I had a friand who uh.. Who.." He hesitated, but he slipped off his mask.

"Who did that too."

You stared doe eyed at him. "Simon?"

That blonde hair is impossible to forget. You choke on a laugh, before grabbing his face. His nose is definitely different, but it looks like shits been broken.

"Holy shit, it's you." He smiled. Fucking hell, his smile.

"Jesus! What're you doing here, I mean- I-I never thought we'd-" You cut yourself off with a laugh, before hugging him tightly, your hands curling into his hair. He swiftly hugged back, rocking you softly. Goddammit, he looks good.

Good, good.

"Oh lovie, you can't understand how happy I am, I remember how you left and.." He stares at you quietly, and frowned. "Never really made another friend like you again."

That made you frown, "Si, you should've made friends! I was just the example!" You throw in a smile, to show him your joking.

You both find yourself laughing together, your hands back on his cheek, his hands on your hips. And.. Some reason naturally, you drifted closer and.. Kissed. Neither of you hesitated, it was swift and you kept his head against yours, and you made sure the kiss was good.

He was good.

You both pulled away, a soft look shared among you too.

"Are we gonna brush past that, or.." He laughed, and hugged you again, swinging you around once. You yelped, and hit his shoulder.

"Put me down!!" You squealed, laughing.

Price glanced over to the two of you, Soap turning as well.

"Tha' there mus' be tha' Bonnie he mentions," Soap nods slightly, smiling for his friend.

"Sure is. I knew he'd take this mission cuz' o' her." Price chuckled softly.

You carded through his hair softly, looking in his eyes.

"I missed you, Si."

AHH THE IINSPO FOR THIS HAD ME SENT WRITING THIS.

Never seen something like this so I feel accomplished not having a clue how to keep going.

TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT!!

Request to get more fun stories like this!

Bye babes!

-a661

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themortalityofundyingstars · 2 months

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hi intro post that's way overdue*

*will be changed everytime smth happens

my name is chase i go by he/they pronouns

im trans (ftm) and asexual

i am a minor pls keep in mind 🙏🙏

this is my way of saying please be friends with me i am highly introverted and dont know how to talk to regular people.

my moodboard of me

things im into:

the marauders!

percy jackson

pokemon (sometimes)

writing (ff and original)

i also collect a bunch of shit (poptabs, gum wrappers [for hearts], notebooks, pens, jars [for the pens], books, fake flowers, rocks, nickels [dunno why])

music i like (in no particular order just the order i thought of them):

taylor swift

arctic monkeys

the 1975

hozier

lizzy mcalpine

chloe ament

the epic soundtrack

boygenius (and its members)

cavetown

conan gray

noah kahan

chappell roan

imagine dragons

mitski

hazbin hotel soundtrack

tv girl

melina kb

sobbing unfortunately i kinda like country music

favorites

color: dark (ish) green

card: ace of spades

drink: sweet tea

food: chicken alfredo <33

people you should check out (because they're awesome):

flower: orpheus

number: 19

@aesthetic-writer18 super awesome, writes some cool ass stuff, great person (literally my twin [if you like my stuff, you'll like theirs])

@royallygray feeds us aspec people garlic bread from time to time, writes sometimes (their words, not mine), generally really fun person

@gardenofrunar has a TON of fics to read from, writes poetry, vibes are awesome (deactivated 26may2024 and 27may2024) 💗🫶 SHES BACK 28MAY2024 AS @garden-of-runar but still on a break

@dickmastersfruit writes and makes art, a chance she'll listen to you ramble for literal hours (speaking from experience)

@starmanbutitsregulusblack writes some awesome oneshots and fics, were getting married too. were engaged platonically

@my-castles-crumbling writes some killer microfics, writes big fics that i need to read, and they sing!

@allamericanb-tch honestly i just love their vibes, like we reblog each others reblogs and its a happy fun time

@mister-dirty-hands my son and a king very proud

@knockoff-conlon proud to say i was a mutual since before the name change, literally awesome

@picklerab23 dill is welsh not english, remember that

@the-ellia-west AMAZING WRITER OMG has a whole book series planned out and its literally awesome and i love it

@gildy-locks AAAAAAAA hugged them once cause they like my poetry and we have a whole system of immediately liking each others posts and its wonderful (he liked my post as i am typing this actually)

mutuals that i have but dont know them enough to make a blurb (BUT STILL EQUALLY AWESOME)

@ssa-james @xeme-starx @tequilaqueen @ang3lic-t3ars @saturnsconstellation

@riri-stars @regulusswimmjnglessons @gasolinehornet @wistfulenchantress @theoneandonlypjofanatic

@gayafaaryn @jamespotterbbg (on a break) @rheas-chaos-motivation @whyistarchaser

@seekmemystar @cheekyboybeth @vbbaby-girl @dandelionflowery

I ALREADY KNOW I MISSED PEOPLE SOB

OH AND LMK IF YOU WANNA BE TAKEN OFF

my wips:

cop/criminal thing i started in 2022

so first off theyre gay

secondly the main characters are noah (cop) and river (criminal) and they went to college together for awhile until river dropped out and yk went to jail after doing smth (idk what yet)

but noah gets called to a crime scene where there was like a violent drug exchange and river is there, lurking (like a creep) and he recognizes noah and they get into a fist fight while noahs trying to beat the info out of him

thats kinda all ive got rn but im planning on a trilogy plus a prequel

wall-e retelling??

idk i figured i could make them people and make them fall in love and die holding hands like the people at pompeii

sapphic princess thingy

been in the back of my mind for a while

basically a princess (whos always thought marriage was disgusting) gets kidnapped by this hot woman who introduces her to the rebellion (against the kingdom; she was sheltered asf) but she joins the rebellion cause her mom is ass at progressiveness

and her guard tries to find and rescue her (hes been in love w her since he was assigned to protect her) and gets let down gently and ALSO joins the rebellion, and theres a dude he meets boom bam turns out hes pan (lmao that rhymes)

thats all so far but i will have more

fic wips im doing:

marauders band au

havent decided whether im gonna keep three bands or switch it but starchaser, wolfstar, marylily, dorlene, emmedora, rosekiller (you dont know how much i love rosekiller), MINOR bartylus (minor as in very little not like weirdly), ummm and like in the background therell be some fralice, nobleflower, quillkiller

so basically james just said they should start a band since they all had their skillsets and all and sirius jumped at the opportunity but remus was extremely skeptical

peter was unbotheres either way he was vibing

regulus always wanted to be up on a stage and singing and since hes extremely socially awkward (not projecting at all...) thet started a band

panda can play a clarinet

fourth year polyjuice au

set in 1994-95 where the skittles all used polyjuice to sneak into hogwarts for different reasons but i got the idea from @dovrt

regulus full perspective of his hogwarts years

kinda like an atyd but its regulus and not atyd at all

somewhat canon compliant

he will die

but bartylus and starchaser is in it

bartylus oneshot

its like if regulus broke up w james after getting the mark so nobody targeted (??) james

rated m for sure

my tags:

#chase is speaking do you copy - random shit i say

#chase rambles on for eternity - whenever i have a whole conversation w myself in the tags

#chase speaks to the people - i answer asks

#chase might be going insane - when im feeling frisky and when im losing sanity

#chase does things - i do things

#chase is nauseous again - self explanatory

#chase is writing shitty poetry - feeling too much and probably gonna write shitty poetry about it

#chase is lying - i was probably lying

#chase is slowly going insane - delving more into madness as we speak

#chase cant take a compliment - im shit at accepting a compliment usually

#to the queue you go - probably post blocked the day before, sent it to the queue

#chases asian propaganda - me being asian and saying shit

#chase is delving into the depths of his mind - send me to an asylum at this point

i also have a sideblog for shit i dont want on here

its @chase-shitposts but it wont let me tag it

also a poetry blog

@thewordsofasilencedpoet also wont let me tag it

#chase is speaking do you copy #chase rambles on for eternity #chase speaks to the people #chase might be going insane #chase does things #chase is nauseous again #chase is writing shitty poetry #chase is lying #chase is slowly going insane #chase cant take a compliment #to the queue you go #chases asian propaganda #chase is delving into the depths of his mind

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st4rgzer · 7 months

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ORANGE JUICE matt sturniolo

summary: y/n comes back after a few tough months (very much recommend listening to orange juice by noah kahan before reading)

genre: fluff and angst

cw: big TW for recovering and becoming sober :)

a/n: again, theres more info in the songs if this doesn’t make much sense but yeah, hope y’all like it<3, will do more song rec fics, i love them

The triplets called me today, they heard I was better and they were hanging out with Nate and some other friends, so I decided to tag along.

It’s been 6 months on the dot since I got sober, I think they know about it. I’ve kind off disappeared from the face of the earth, changing myself, and I wasn’t sure if some people would approve.

I knock on the door and I’m greeted by Nick immediately, he engulfs me in a hug that lasts about a minute

“nick I missed you too but I think that’s enough” I laughed, trying to unwrap his arms, he eventually does it himself.

“yeah stop hogging her!” Chris says before wrapping his arms around me in yet another never ending hug. After a bit, Im left standing in front of Matt, he’s different, he’s grown a little bit of a beard, barely a beard, more like a stubble, a smile creeps up on my face, a familiar one, a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“you look great” he smiles at me, coming closer and embracing me in my third hug in the span of 5 minutes, I linger there for a little longer, he sighs and rests his head on the crook of my neck, his words tickle. “I’ve missed you, a lot” I giggle a bit as the stubble brushed against me jawline. I break from the hug as soon as I remember Nick, Chris, and Nate are waiting on us. “I missed you too” I whispered before Nick began ranting on about the things I’ve missed.

“And we’ve been on tour! And we’re going again soon” he explains as the end of his Ted talk comes to an end.

“wow! Thats great, im so happy for you guys” I can’t help but have a huge smile on my face, looking at the three and realizing how much they’ve grown without me, and the fact they’ve waited for me and they’re not mad at me for leaving, no questions asked.

“What have you been up to?” Matt asks with a quiet voice “if you don’t mind us asking” he quickly reassures me I don’t have to say anything I’m not comfortable with.

“Well, I’ve been getting help, doing better now” I leave it there, not wanting to give any more information than I needed to, not right now at least.

“That’s amazing, we’re proud of you” Matt places a hand on mine for comfort, everyone nods agreeing.

“Wanna help me with the snacks?” Matt breaks the silence, I nod and he leads me to the kitchen, it hasn’t changed a bit since I got here, there’s just more stuff, it’s more lived in, I like it.

I open the fridge and see a row of beers at the bottom, probably for when friends come over, my body goes tense and the sounds around me become muffled, I snap out of it when Matt pats on my shoulder.

��Hey, you alright?” He ask’s concerned, I know he’s trying to keep a calm expression but I can tell he’s worried.

“Yeah I’m fine just- got caught up for a second” I utter out with a sigh, I don’t notice my hand trembling till he grabs it.

“Theres orange juice here, I know it’s your favorite” he says softly, rubbing the palm of my hand, making sure I looked at him in the eyes so I wouldn’t get distracted with something else.

“Yeah? Thanks, I’ll get it then” I smile at him, he kissed the tips of my fingers gently

“Anything you need ok? Count on me, please” he begged, looking at me with sincerity, no games.

I nodded and the corners of my mouth turned upwards as it hit me that I was with him again, after such a long time, for me at least. I then grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured myself a cup, Matt glancing at me with a smile on his face as I did so.

Our hearts have changed, our faces have changed, but we’ll always find our way back to each other, no matter the changes we succumb to, and I’ll always hold that in my heart.

taglist: @iha8you @dwntwn-strnlo @slaysturniolo @stvrni0lo @strniolo @gabbylovesreading @sturn3g1rl @ifilwtmfc

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo image #matt sturniolo fluff

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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Thinking about bringing farmhand! Sevika dinner that I cooked.

That’s all that’s the whole thing but I fucking love the idea of farmhand!Sevika and all your au stuff and hc it’s so cool.

I need you to know that this ask made me n jj @pinknightsinmymind malfunction when we saw it. also im listening to dial drunk by Noah kahan and I feel like it applies to Sevika pre-farm in a bad way, so we have a few thoughts going.

The first time you cooked Sevika dinner, it caught her off guard. It was a week or so after she helped you get the kitchen in the farmhouse back in working order, on a cool day in March. She'd been going through the old barn for whatever supplies were still usable, and by the time she was done she had a pile of tools and old fertilizers, one hell of a sore body, and an empty stomach. She wanted nothing more than to drag herself back into her cabin, scarf down something easy, and pass out.

So she's a little bit irritated when you call out to her from the porch of the farmhouse. Not too upset, because, really, how upset can she be when you're haloed in warm light, dressed in a sweet little outfit that you could only wear because Sevika promised she could handle all the farm work today, and smiling at her so prettily.

"Sevika! Come here, I've got something for you!" You yell, waving her over. Sevika sighs and redirects her path to you, trudging up the stairs to the house and letting you guide her through the sparsely decorated space.

"What's the matter? Didya need my he-" She pauses, staring at the sight in front of her in shock. Laid out on the rickety old dining table are steaming hot dishes of chicken, cornbread, mac n cheese, and veggies. Too much for one person, and in fact there are two places set on either end.

"Surprise! I know you've been working real hard on the farm and you've been more help to me than you could ever know, so I wanted to do something for ya, especially since you helped me fix up the kitchen," You say, waiting anxiously for any response that wasn't just stunned silence. Sevika just stares, staring at the pure labor of love that was this dinner. These dishes take time, and effort, and you made them for her?

"You really didn't have to do all this..."

"I wanted to, you've done so much for me already," You murmur, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and gesturing for her to sit down. Your movements have a sort of soft authority to them, and Sevika knows instantly she won't win this. With a sigh, she sits down in the armchair you'd dragged into the kitchen, watching as you sit down across from her in your own armchair.

Before Sevika could do anything, you start piling food onto her plate, giggling at the way her stomach grumbles at the smell of a good, home cooked meal. She can't help but feel a bit suspicious. She knows you're a good person, you haven't given her a reason to think otherwise. But, fuck, it's been a damn long time since someone has done something like this for her and not expected anything in return. She really, truly, doesn't know what to say.

You sense her apprehension and let her grab her own chicken, serving yourself food and letting the silence settle between you two. She waits for you to serve yourself before either of you start eating, but once she gets a taste, she's voracious. It's been years since she's had a meal this good, and she swears you have the cooking skills of an aunt or some shit, because this incredible. You giggle, watching as she devours the mac n cheese without a second thought.

"I take it that you like it?"

"This is fucking delicious," She grunts, biting into a drumstick and moaning, "Who taught you to cook like this?"

You try not to get caught up on the sounds of her eating, beating back any less than appropriate thoughts, to answer her question. "I did. Cooking gave me something to do, and anyways I love doing it, so I just gradually got pretty okay at it."

"You're better than 'pretty okay', you cook like an angel," Sevika says, looking at you with nothing but sincerity in those deep, tired eyes.

"Well, thank you, I'm glad you like it," You murmur, shoving some cornbread in your mouth before you could say anything more.

Sevika follows your example and tucks back into her place, groaning at the taste of glazed yams. She's slows her pace a little, wanting to enjoy the food and this strangely comforting moment with you. You've done nothing to make her wary, and she is – against all odds – deeply comforted by your little display. It feels good, being taken care of, she realizes. It makes her want to take care of you, and she really can't analyze that any deeper or she'll go insane. So she does the only thing she knows how to do. She makes herself useful.

"You know, you should really get some better dining chairs," She grumbles, gesturing at the worn-out armchairs you two were sitting on.

"Yeah probably, but I can't really afford them just yet."

"I could make you some, got some spare wood lying around," She mumbles, already thinking back to the pile of spare wood lying in the unused barn.

"Oh you don't have to do that, really," You scramble, not wanting to push any more work onto her. "I kinda like the armchairs for now, they're real comfy."

Sevika snorts a little at that. "Sure they're comfortable, but they'll be a bitch to clean if you spill food on 'em."

"You're not making me chairs, Sevika. Really, it's okay." Your words are firm, shutting her down, and it takes every ounce of strength in Sevika to not freeze up.

You said no to the chairs, and now she can't even the score and that is terrifying. She tries not to freak out, focusing her energy on eating the food you made her, but everything feels a bit to familiar. She doesn't want to be in anyones debt, and she knows she literally works for you, but it's never felt like it. Her brain is moving a thousand miles per minute, speeding through every way this could go wrong, when you reach out and gently touch her hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you. I just don't wanna add to your workload right now, especially since we're gonna have a lot of work with the farm soon. It's a real sweet offer, but the chairs aren't my top priority right now," You murmur, your voice gentle and soothing, trying not to upset her any more.

Sevika sighs, trying to release some of the tension she's filled with. You watch as the creases on her forehead smooth out, the soft slope of her shoulders as they drop.

"It's okay, I get it. Maybe later, once things are less intense, I can work on 'em. Just wanted to thank you, for doing this," She says, gesturing to the spread before her. You huff out a soft laugh that sets her on edge, but that dissipates when you pat her rough hand.

"Sevika, I did this as a thank you for helping me. If we get into a loop of thank you's, it'll be never-ending," You giggle, and the sound rings through Sevika's head like a wedding bell. She can't help but admire how good you look in the soft light, how domestic this whole scene must look to an outsider. Two women eating dinner, basically holding hands and looking at each other with more gentleness than could ever pass as platonic. It makes her heart do a weird little flip, if she's being honest. She needs to shift the conversation before she gets down on one knee, and fast.

"If your apologies are this delicious, I wouldn't mind it," She chuckles, patting your hand before returning to her plate. You roll your eyes and laugh, feeling the moment fade a bit.

You two finish your meal in peace, Sevika sharing little details from her day. It's good, sweet, and honestly you wouldn't mind doing this every night. When you send her off to her cabin that night with a full belly and tupperware stuffed with leftovers, you can't help but feel a messy fluttering in your chest. You go to sleep that night wishing that she'd fallen asleep with you, not knowing that Sevika was thinking the exact same thing, less than forty feet away.

#anon #arcane sevika #farm au! sevika #sevika fluff #sevika x reader #sevika x reader fluff

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redactedbloop · 3 months

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Music Tag Game!

Thank you so much @running-tweezers for tagging me 💕💕😭

Rules: On Repeat playlist, shuffle, post the first 10 songs

Im gonna tag people up here cause this post feels too long lol: @mokozroach @bubblergoespop @ilaria-jinx and anyone else who wants to do this (tag me, i love getting new music recommendations)

Alright let’s get into it!

….outting myself as an emo kid right out the gate I see. Sometimes I wanna feel like an angsty middle schooler and that’s okay

I absolutely adore Noah Kahan. Stick Season is one of my albums of all time, hands down

This song has me in a chokehold. Get it? Chokehold? Im fun at parties. ANYWHO Sleep Token 🥴 There is something so alluring about their music. I wanna bite it

Heavy pop does it for me sometimes. If you go listen to their other new song, Brag, there’s a speaking bit that kinda sounds like Huxley

SPEAKING OF. 1:10 for those interested.

Hell Yeah. This song is sung entirely by Poppy and she does a phenomenal job. I love Bad Omen’s social commentary

Also outing myself as a kpop stan got it cool cool. This song is actually my roman empire. I have thought about it since the first performance video came out in like 2017

This wouldnt be a song post on my blog without these guys. I love them so so much

I recently learned this song has an acoustic version and ive never been happier. It’s lowkey got me 🥴🥴 somethin bout it hits different

And ending on my favorite song at the moment! I swear this rewired something in my brain the first time i heard it. The chorus does things to me

#Spotify #god my music taste is so weird #i want you to know the next songs after these were mitski then my chemical romance then peace prc #thank you again for the tag!! you’re the best

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definitelynotshouting · 3 months

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got tagged by my beloved @sillyfairygarden for the "list 5 songs you have on repeat" ask game :]

Forever by Noah Kahan which has been playing on loop in my brain for the past four days straight while i worked on my latest fic, which pulls some of the lyrics for its title!! Admittedly this song isn't my favorite by him, im more of a Paul Revere girlie, but i utterly adore the chorus and it massages my brain each time i hear it :]

Spectator by Friday Pilots Club which has like. THE dirtiest bass line ive heard in a while and also includes one of my magical earworm chord transitions in the chorus. Like holy shit. My brain is melting in the BEST of ways and ive been looping it whenever i want to feel action-y without actually thinking

On a much lighter musical note ive been listening a lot to Arboretum by Sparkbird since it first came out like two weeks ago, which like, shout out to the anon who introduced me to him im so hooked now. Im utterly obsessed with the different tempos and times meshed together in this song so seamlessly, and the lyrics are like POETRY (this song has also made it to my scarian playlist LOL the lyrics are so top tier for them imo)

. dont look at me but this is my number one song to loop when i need to get shit done and want an insanely catchy tune to do it with anyway go listen to Vending Machine of Love by The Stupendium i promise you it is so so funny and so so worth it (and full of INSANE wordplay too) (also it IS suggestive so keep that in mind if u go to listen)

This list would not be complete by me without a City and Colour song so i offer up The Love Still Held Me Near, which is SO GORGEOUS and constantly makes me think of lighthouses and fog and crashing seas.... this is my go-to loop for his songs rn its so full of life and energy while still feeling melancholy in a gorgeously aching way im OBSESSED OKAY GO LISTEN YOU WANNA LISTEN TO THIS SOOOO BAD GO GO GO ‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥

Okay i am tagginggggg.... @squish--squash @corvidaearts @cocoabats @emberglowfox @raichett :]

#shouting speaks #ask games #kinda???#dkdjsjdndnd #anyway i could have put so much more but thats what im looping atm >:] it changes p frequently #i get songs stuck in my head REALLY easily so i end up having to loop them a lot to get it out of my system DKNDKSNDND #drop me an ask if you listen to any of these songs and enjoyed them :D #txt

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softpascalito · 6 months

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Raised on little light - 2003!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You don't have anywhere to go on Christmas Eve. Much less anyone to celebrate with. A neighbour down the street turns out to be your personal Christmas miracle.

Relationships: Joel Miller xF! Reader WC: 1500 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Forehead Kisses, First Kiss, Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak Joel (The Last of Us), Christmas, Christmas Eve, Author needs therapy (and sleep), domestic abuse Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: hello loves. today is another sad one. please read the tags. the abuse is not very detailed but it's there. this fic is very personal to me and (partly) based on how i spent christmas last year. any comments are very appreciated. i'm sending you all all my love <3 also i wanna mention that this has similar tropes to a longer story idea im working on so feel free to let me know if you like the vibes of this and would like to read more :) title from the song northern attitude by noah kahan and hozier

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for everyone who has spent christmas alone.

The worst part is the shouting.

You can ignore the passive-aggressive snides, mumbles that reach your ears in passing. You can ignore the absence of the feeling of safety. You have even learned to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach when you apply another layer of concealer.

But the shouting seems to follow you. No matter how many rooms you put in between them and you, the sounds crawl through the house, slipping under doors and into hiding nooks that you’ve long outgrown.

It makes you freeze in your tracks, every time it starts. You stand still for a moment, listening, trying to hear what it is about, how bad it seems. There is always the gnawing fear of them running out of words and turning to actions instead. And despite the fact that you’re a grown adult, that you’re technically not the helpless child you once were, it still scares you like nothing else does.

It’s exhausting to exist in a violent house.

You silently let the front door fall shut behind you, stumbling a little as you make your way to the street. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own, carrying you out into the night without a goal in mind. Just get out of the house.

It’s surprisingly cold for Austin and you draw your jacket a little tighter around your shoulders as you move down the sidewalk. The houses on your street are lit up with Christmas lights, stars dangling in windows, colorful fairy lights wrapped around fences, a lit up reindeer figurine a few houses over.

A truck drives by, the engine humming quietly, before it pulls into a driveway two houses ahead of you. When you pass the house with your head down, the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut makes you jump slightly.

The voice that follows doesn’t.

“That you?”

It only takes Joel a few strides until he’s in front of you, brown eyes searching your body for god knows what. There is a brown paper bag in his hand but you don’t dare lift your head higher to look at his face.

“Whatcha doing out here? Escaping the family gathering?” He jokes lamely, remembering the way he used to sneak off during the holidays if it got too overwhelming.

“Something like that,” you mutter back, trying to put on something resembling a smile. Either it doesn’t work or Joel is too smart to be fooled by it. Because he nods softly, bending his back a little to try and get a look at your face, “Can you look at me for a second, darlin’?”

Oh, he’s so not playing fair. He knows exactly what that nickname does to you, especially coming from him. And he’s shamelessly abusing that.

You swallow, hard and lift your head enough for the porch light to hit you. Joel’s face instantly changes. The somewhat cheerful, joking manner he’d been in a second ago is replaced by concern and something else. Something that almost seems like anger.

He drops the bags of groceries to the floor, bringing both hands up to cup your face. He’s mere inches away when he suddenly stills, eyes softening a bit, “Can I?”

You give a small nod and right away, he closes the distance, turning your head a little to get a better look at the black eye that is undoubtedly getting worse by the second. He should get some credit for not flinching away, you think, for not pretending not to see it like everyone else does.

“You put ice on it or anything?” Joel mutters, his gaze flying over the rest of your neck, clearly checking for more injuries. You barely have time to shake your head no before one hand is on your back, steering you back towards the Miller’s house. “We’ll get you patched up, okay?” Joel asks softly. When he sees your gaze, he adds, “Won’t take long, promise.”

The mood inside the living room could not reflect yours less. There is a bright tree by the window, colorful lights twinkling away. You’re barely inside when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and you stop in your tracks. Of course Sarah would be home. You’ve gotten to know her rather well this year, after she almost failed Biology last year and when Joel mentioned it in passing, you offered to help out.

You don’t plan on letting her see you like this. She’s smart, like her dad and your afraid that just like him, she’ll know instantly what’s going on.

Joel tugs on your sleeve, motioning for you to stay. Then he turns the corner, catching Sarah at the foot of the stairs before she can reach you. Her voice still carries through to you.

“Did you get the ice cream?” Joel chuckles softly, “I did, dessert is safe. Listen, I gotta- I mean, Santa’s gotta do some last minute preparations. You mind staying in your room for a bit? And no peeking.” The girl grumbles something under her breath but heads back upstairs and a moment later, you hear her door close, a small breath of relief escaping you at that.

Joel's head appears around the corner, “Come on. I’ve got some stuff in the kitchen.”

He pulls out a first aid kit, disinfecting your wound carefully before wrapping a few ice cubes into a towel and dabbing it against your cheek a few times before holding still. The cold immediately seems to work and you involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

Joel smiles a bit, his hand still pressing the cool sensation against your skin, “That’s better, hm? Just don’t leave it on too long.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, bringing your own hand up to take the towel from him. There is a small moment, merely a few seconds, when your hand sneaks below his, your skin pressed against him, somehow fitting more perfectly than you ever couldve imagined. It feels even better than the ice.

Joel let go after a moment, taking a step back and turning to the kitchen that is messy with dinner preparations.

“She made you get ice cream?” You ask softly, hoping to steer the conversation into a somewhat pleasurable direction.

“Yeah, yeah, she did. You know how she is,” Joel smiles softly. It doesn’t last long. He clears his throat, glancing down at his feet.

“Listen, I know it ain’t my place. But this is not- it’s not normal. Not even close.”

“It is to them.”

Your voice is quiet. You don’t even want to say it. But something about Joel has always made you open up faster and more intensely than you have with anyone else, “It doesn’t happen that much.”

“Ain’t supposed to happen at all, darlin’,” he argues softly. His eyes fly to the window for a second. There’s a string of lights hung up in it as well. You think there’s not a single one at your house. You were raised on little light.

“We’re making dinner in a bit, Sarah’s pick, and Tommy can’t make it so we are one person short.”

You furrow your brows slightly, wondering for a moment why he is telling you about his dinner plans. But then- it washes over you.

“I couldn’t- I’m sure you have a lovely night planned and-”

“Won’t change if you’re there. It’ll still be a lovely night,” Joel says softly, nudging your foot with his. “Come on, let me- let me do this for you.”

You let him. There is dinner, luckily with no more questions about your slightly swollen face. Joel offers you some wine, lets Sarah pick a movie, pretends to hate that it’s some cheesy Christmas movie. You still catch him smiling at the screen throughout the film.

The teenager falls asleep halfway through and Joel gives you an apologetic look before he carries her to bed. When he comes back and sits down, his hand almost automatically finds your knee. Between the romantic movie and the second glass of wine, the atmosphere between you has changed.

“You know our door is always open, right? Sarah loves having you here.”

“Only Sarah?” You raise a brow, leaning into Joel’s broad form a little more and his eyes soften as he looks down on you, “You’ve had a long day. We shouldn’t add any more to that.”

“What if I want to?” Your face is hovering inches from his. You don’t remember even being this close to him, “Joel, please.”

He can’t resist your begging. He doesn’t think he could if he tried.

Christmas Eve brings you your first kiss with Joel. He runs his hands over your cheeks, always careful to avoid the bruise and even when you pull back to catch your breath, his mouth stays on your face, kissing your chin, your nose, your eyes.

He kisses your forehead an hour later when you’re wrapped into his sheets, after you’ve moaned and then cried immediately afterwards. He holds you through all of it, his voice barely a whisper to not wake Sarah.

“I like having you around too, darlin’.”

notes: thank you for reading. i love you <3

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wrongcaitlyn · 1 month

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so sorry for spamming your ask box 😭

but i was wondering if you could describe how you think nico’s singing voice/overall tone he uses in a lot of his songs is.

like i know some of the source songs are upbeat pop but i’m gathering that most of them are softer?

if there was for instance any singers that you think would be similar to how he sounds/sings i’d love to know! (eg i think will can sing moderately well he just doesn’t think he can because he doesn’t have the same regular pop style as his siblings as when he sings it sounds like a mix of florence and the crane wives in the style they use.)

first, never apologize for the asks‼️‼️ usually if i don’t respond it’s bc im doing smth boring like studying/hw and i am mentally looking forward to responding😭😭

had to sleep on this and think on it for a while to see if i could remember the names of any other male artists, and then accepted the simple fact that i am a certified pop girl stan and that will never changeHDKDJ

sooo i cant RLLY think of anyone that, like, matches his voice aside from conan gray - that’s who ive been imagining the most while writing😭 i just think his voice is honestly so beautiful and ig its just how ive imagined it?

i can give some songs specifically that i think are so so nico (in terms of vocal delivery, not lyrics/production)

- heather

- people watching

- astronomy

- little league

i think very much kid krow conan/some superache songs are the way that he sings… i also feel like he sometimes over-produces(?) idk if that’s a term but like changes his voice slightly in production (less and less as the years go on bc he’s more comfortable with his natural voice) but his live performances are incredible. i also don’t think he necessarily knows his range, like he’s never tested it out, so one day he’s gonna sing super high notes just bc he never tried before (snow angel) and it’ll be incredible

the only other male artists i know/listen to are hozier and noah kahan and their voices are very different than what i imagine nico’s to be😭 i don’t necessarily think it’s raspy (or at least, not when he records it like in the studio) but really smooth, sometimes with voice cracks if its like an intentionally very emotional song

i think he also intentionally sings a lot in his lower register (think, like, the way taylor sings maroon vs how she’d sing karma) and he’s incredibleee at it.

honestly the way i’d like to describe it the most is simply angelic. i’m sure there’s an artist out there somewhere that sings the way i imagine nico to, but for now im just gonna go with conan!! im in awe of his vocal capabilities tbh, esp in the recent album (even tho i don’t think found heaven necessarily matches with nico’s voice/what i imagine that to be)

AND YOU ARE SOO RIGHT ABT WILL he def can sing, but he always like purposefully messes up the singing if yk what i mean? like if he was actually trying, he’d be incredible, but he purposefully puts on like a strained tone or messes up notes just bc he doesn’t want his actual singing voice to be judged (plus he grew up around naomi and apollo and a bunch of other singers, and he just isn’t *that* good, but he’s definitely not bad in any way)

thank you for the ask!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk asks

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zukkaoru · 8 days

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hi grace !!

this is really out of the blue and definitely not something i really do but just wanted to say i’m a big fan of your writing and to keep up the amazing work

another friend and i got our friend into bsd and when they finished they asked for fic recs so i legally had to mention you (thus you’ve been known as dead fukuzawa fic author in our gc since) and we had a bsd presentation night where my presentation was approximately 3 hours of my ranpo Thoughts and we did read excerpts from All Lights Turned Off Can Be Turned On (which. noah kahan and bsd is like our gc’s kryptonite) and Enough to Feel Free to prove certain points and better articulate what i was trying to get across with how i perceive ranpo

anyway there’s a souheki section of the presentation and said presentation night spiraled into a couple of things one being a 9 hour bsd playlist with songs that remind us of mostly akutagawa, chuuya, dazai, and ranpo bc those are our main guys (gender neutral) of Ever and where i’m going with this is we have inertia on the playlist and we’ve sobbed over inertia we have fic concepts to inertia so when You posted souheki AND inertia oh it was truly my end ahskdjdk my friends were like oh my god this is so targeted and i sat my ass down and read

and yeah it was fantastic and yeah i have reread it a couple times now maybe back to back idk i won’t tell (it was back to back) and yeah i know this was mostly just like random rambles and im still deciding if i want to send it but i really just wanted to tell you that we love what you’re making and can’t wait to see what else you create :)

anon i am on my hands and knees thank you..... 😭❤️💕 i am gently cradling this ask in my hand. i am printing it out and framing it on my wall. i am eating it. i am going to treasure it forever.

also re: inertia. that song.. it Does Things to me sdfgfhgjk i literally had to stop listening to it back after it first came out bc it was making me worse but oh my god i love it so much. and it is so dazai TO ME!!! the description for my dazai playlist on spotify is literally:

i've been wanting to post a fic with a title from that song basically since i first listened to it and as i was writing the souheki fic i was listening to my dazai playlist and was like.. hold on.... i'm having title visions. bc the original title i picked for it just was not the vibe anymore lol but Anyway.

thank you so much; i really really appreciate this ask <3

(in case anyone is interested: link to altocbto (my post-doa arc series), link to the souheki fic, and link to enough to feel free)

#also love being the dead fukuzawa author that's so funny sdfghjkjl #there will be more in that series. eventually. once i finish.. other things i'm working on #(also also. noah kahan + bsd.. it's such a fun combination to me i have so many of his songs on my bsd playlists)#okay i'm done rambling now lol but thank you again i'm going to curl up in a ball and cry /affectionate #asks #anon asks

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