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love and power

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prelude

“ask for forgiveness,

never permission.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags: acid rain wound, cannibals living their best lives in cannibal town, slow burn eventual: smut, violence, toxic themes

word count: 1.7k

hello world! i currently have alastor brain rot and felt compelled to jump back into writing fan fiction. i’m a little rusty and i’m not sure how many parts there will be; i won’t deny that this is purely self-indulgent but i hope you enjoy all the same :)

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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Hell wasn’t what you had expected it to be. It was worse.

Thoughts of your grandmother rose to your mind, despite how desperately you tried to push them down. “Hell is the absence of God,” she would always say after one of her famous rants. A warning you perhaps would have heeded, had it been coming from a place of love instead of moral superiority. 

You had seen her on the streets of Hell a few times now, always sure to avoid catching her attention. The warm pleasure that bloomed in your chest was too precious to give up, despite knowing how good it would feel to rub her fate in her face. A lot of good all those Sunday mornings had done her, haughty bitch! You wondered how often your grandmother laid awake at night, desperate to know how she had ended up here. A wicked grin spread across your lips, revealing milky-pink fangs.

It was hard not to imagine the look your father would have given you if you could tell him she was here. He would definitely have scolded you, but you knew a small part of him would be amused. If calling her a bad grandmother was putting it lightly, she was an even worse mother-in-law. Hopefully you would never get the chance to tell him; Mother was waiting for him in Heaven, after all. And things should be much easier for him now, all things considered. Leaving him alone hadn’t been part of the plan, so all you could do was tell yourself that it had been worth it. Someday you would believe it.

Grandmother was right though, loathe as you were to admit it, and the feeling of loss burned through you every morning when you awoke. Every night, you dreamed of rain; the sound of it, the smell of it, the feeling of it coming down on you in the middle of the family garden. Oh, how you missed the garden. The dark, wet dirt. Blue puffs of hydrangea against stark-white azaleas, your mother’s coveted yellow roses. The Spanish Moss hanging like phantom sails off the branches of the huge oak tree in the corner, where your father had placed a bench and made a small pond. You would sit under that tree for hours lost in a book, listening to the sounds of the garden.

The fire and brimstone you could endure. It was the way everything else was twisted here that was grueling. As if feeling your lament, a drop of acid rain hit your window, quickly morphing into a full-blown storm. A frustrated growl erupted from you and you rolled onto your stomach, burying your head under your pillow and said a silent prayer to whatever force would grant mercy on your roof. You couldn’t afford to get it fixed again. The prayer had been answered just a moment after the rain stopped, when a drop of it fell from the ceiling and onto your pale, unsuspecting calf, your mattress absorbing the scream of pain that tore through your chest.

As the acid made its way through your leg, and eventually your mattress, all you could do was sob. Eternity… This was eternity. 

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If this morning had been good, the day could only now be considered grand.

There was really nothing quite like a post-rain stroll through Cannibal Town, witnessing the misfortune of partially-dissolved sinners who had been caught in the deluge being consumed on the streets by the lively, ever-hungry inhabitants. Alastor would never tire of this jovial bunch that called this part of the Pentagram home, reveling in the sound of screams, the crunching of bone, the almost-lewd and animalistic grunts of feasting.

Were Rosie not expecting him for tea, he might have allowed himself to join in on the fun. Alas, his only solace was that Rosie never served anything less than superb, being the excellent hostess that she is.

He was quite intrigued by her invitation to join her alone, which meant that this likely wasn’t anything to do with donating a small army of cannibals to aid in the fight against the Angels. Indeed, Charlie’s presence would be required once it was time to cash that favor in.

Not that he didn’t enjoy a casual visit (as casual a visit between Overlords could be), he couldn’t help but wonder. Thinking a few steps ahead was a must if one was going to thrive in Hell, and well, it was no secret that Alastor was doing a pretty fine job at that, all things considered. He began to whistle, earning a few gory smiles from cannibals who stopped mid-meal to enjoy the tune. A true honor.

Rosie opened the door for him before he even had the chance to knock, the “Closed for Rain” sign clattering against the glass as she cooed. “Alastorrr! Come in, come in, before it starts raining again.”

As if on queue, a roll of thunder tore through the clouds, drawing a cheer from the denizens of Cannibal Town in anticipation for round two. 

“Rosie, my dear, always an honor and a privilege to be deemed worthy of your company,” Alastor said, bowing his head as Rosie feigned a blush, leading him to the parlor where they would be taking their tea.

The usual pleasantries were exchanged between sips of tea, coffee, and candied organs, which Alastor forced himself to consume through sheer courtesy. It was all part of the art of visiting, one he quite enjoyed, and he would never shame his mother’s memory with bad manners. They had just finished a plate of finger sandwiches when Rosie leaned in slightly, the conspiring grin on her face letting him know that it was, at last, time for business.

“You’re always so good to indulge me, Alastor. It doesn’t go unnoticed,” she said, grinning as she motioned to a maid to come grab their empty plates. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to know why I asked you over here this afternoon.”

“Oh, Rosie, it’s purely selfish! You know how hard it is to find good company in this godforsaken place. I’m more than grateful to receive your hospitality,” he said with a trademark smile and flick of the wrist, leaning back in his chair as the maid cleared the table.

She had just turned to leave with their plates when the smile on his face nearly faltered. Was that… almond he smelled? It had been so long, but he was fairly certain it was. There was an underlying trace of blood, though that was common enough around here. But almond? It was too pleasant for Hell.

Rosie’s eyes darkened to match her grin, not missing the twitch of Alastor’s mouth. She knew he’d have been able to smell it. It seemed that so far only Hellborn could pick it up, but what would be the fun in letting him know that? 

“Divine, isn’t she? A walking pastry, but not much of a talker. I like to bring her around whenever a room needs some pizzazz! She would’ve been eaten alive had I not taken her in,” Rosie whispered cheekily, as the maid returned with a fresh kettle and a gelatin mold for dessert. Rosie, not missing a beat once the tray had been set down, turned to her with a smile. “Thank you dear, you can leave now. I’ll ring the bell if we need anything else.”

The maid gave a silent curtsy and left the room as instructed, her sweet scent clinging to the air. Since coming to Hell, he took pleasure in the taste of bloody iron, the bite of black coffee. But in life… Memories of marzipan and frangipane tarts swam in his mind. And hadn’t Mother used almonds in her cherry pie crust? It took Alastor all he had not to drool, unsettled by the sudden rush of saliva in his mouth. Ages had passed since he last thought of such sweet things. He cleared his throat with as much grace as he could muster. Rosie only grinned.

“Well, she’s certainly new, so I suppose it’s not surprising she doesn’t talk much. It’s quite easy to tell when a sinner is… adjusting. So morose! You’re very gracious to have taken her on.” Alastor took a sip of coffee, desperate to get that almond smell out of his nostrils. 

“We both seem to be rather gracious these days, don’t you think?”

And there it was.

Rosie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs as she continued. “I was actually wondering if perhaps she might fare better in that hotel you’re running. Don’t get me wrong, she smells incredible, but fuck does she suck the air out of a room once the novelty wears off. She was scaring away clients, and you know it’s pretty bad if cannibals are uneasy around you for Christ’s sake, which is why I had her start working back here, but…”

Alastor had to resist gripping his knee, putting all his effort into maintaining a pleasant face. He had expected to be asked for a favor of sorts, but never did he imagine that Rosie wanted him to take on an employee. She’s had sinners sign contracts for little less than a new parasol, let alone a job. There was something more to this.

And beyond being an air freshener, what good was she for, really? He could deal with quiet, but to have to put up with yet another sulky face! What he had done to deserve it, he didn’t know.

But he knew there wasn’t really a choice other than to take the poor creature into his charge. Rosie was an alley he deeply cherished, and he was already in her debt for the help she had provided just weeks ago. This was no doubt the first part of paying that debt back, a sign of goodwill. Not every deal was beneficial from the start; still, Alastor wouldn’t outright accept the offer. That was part of the fun.

“Well we already have a maid,” Alastor said gently, “but after the recent renovation, we are anticipating more sinners to check in. Not that I doubt Niffty’s abilities, but I suppose she could do with some help when business picks up. How long were you thinking of lending her to our cause?”

Rosie waved her hand. “Lend? Oh, honey, if you’re willing to take her, she’s yours. I’ve got plenty of helping hands, but it does me no good to have such a wet blanket hanging around. There’s just the matter of…,” Rosie trailed off as she reached into her purse, retrieving what Alastor already knew she had been grabbing for, “…her contract.”

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Koku Hanabata and First Burn is a blend I never thought I want to write a fic on, but my creative juices are flowing like the river.

First Burn is a song has that rage and heartbreak that I want for a Hanabata angst story.

The original works too, but I figure it softer and sadder as it’s more like a self reflection and realization.

First burn in the other hand, is powerful and is confrontational. And the lyrics seem for fitting for Hanabata character in my opinion

And besides, do doesn’t love screaming:

Heaven forbid someone whisper

"He's part of some scheme"

Your enemy whispers

So you have to scream

I know about whispers

I see how you look at my sister

Love is a Fragile Dance- Song Fic

Authors notes: Okay! I’ve never written a song fic before but I figured it would be fun! But please be cautious because this has some possibly triggering topics (De//th, car crash, dr//nking)

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He's three drinks down and he's driving fast He's calling her up, but she took a cab

Saeyoung was furious. He was never one for drinking, but he couldn't handle another day like this. To make matters worse he couldn't believe she'd just leave him like that. He knew she knew how hard this time was for him, it'd been so long since he'd seen his brother, and today would be another painful anniversary of that day.

Back to their one room apartment Back to where it all started

The only place she knew in this town was the apartment from not-so long ago. Rika's apartment. He sped up, hoping to catch her before she did something she'd regret. He knew she had nowhere else to go but that God-forsaken apartment. He should've destroyed it the minute she left to live with him, he thought.

Walking up to the doorway Walking in just to realize She was long gone 'fore he got there Broken glass in the bathroom

His heart raced, and he avoided the glass shards that littered the floor. Whether she'd acted in outrage or the hacker got his hands on her, he didn't know, but he wouldn't let that mystery go unsolved for long. He couldn't let her go. Couldn't let her get hurt because of him. Not anymore.

Love is such a fragile dance This love is such a fragile dance

Sometimes he wondered if it was even worth it to keep her in his life. He felt like she only stayed with him because of his threat about the bomb. This argument proved it, he figured. If she would run off any chance they argue, maybe she never wanted to be here in the first place. But he was too selfish to let her go.

She's wondering if she was right to Leave before they got that Chance to talk it all over In a text message he wrote her

The arguments were too much. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. The hacker was after them, Saeyoung just got more and more closed off and angry with her. She needed to escape from all of the stress. But was it the right thing to do? Should she have just stayed and let him get everything off his chest? He was stressed, he was scared. But he only hurt her, pushing her away; the more he insisted any closeness would do it first. Even his texts were passive aggressive.

"Love is such a fragile dance Our love is such a fragile dance"

Constant reminders. They weren't supposed to fall in love, yet even after confessing, they still walked a thin wire trying to "make it work". They pretended well.

And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet, so love until you're dead

The RFA members had no clue. Flirts in the chatroom, but never aloud; and loving words that never surfaced in reality. They thought everything was fine.

And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet, so love until you're dead

The façade was cracking but lies came easy to him. Acting became her everyday skill. Nobody could know. But truth be told, she knew they were running out of time to make it work. She knew it could all be gone in an instant.

He's three drinks down and he's driving fast She's calling him back now he's reaching

Finally, they could talk. Finally they could work this out. Maybe they could save their relationship. Maybe they can make this work, and take it all back.

Car tires are screeching Car horns are screaming

He wanted to try, for her. He said he'd die for her.

He's wondering if he was right to Pick a fight just to argue

He just wanted to prove that she didn't really love him. He never wanted any of this to happen.

But he can't take it back now The last message he sent out Life is such a fragile dance This life was such a fragile dance

Tears spilled onto her screen. Her call unanswered, his texts, the last words.  He seemed to know. And yet, he couldn't stop it. She could never take back what she'd said. But did he know what was important? Did he know she never hated him?

Love is such a fragile dance Their love was such a fragile dance And no one knew that they were on the edge

Now he'd never know. She could never tell him. It was all her fault, and she couldn't tell him. She would live with this burden, this secret. They could never know they were struggling. They could never know she was the reason his beloved car became nothing more than rubble, and he- a memory.

Cause life is short and love is sweet so love until you're dead And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet so love until you're dead

They never could vow "Till death do us part". They never would've meant this soon.

She's three drinks down and she's crying

Three down. Just like him. He knew better, and still he went driving. Why? Why hadn't she stopped him?

No fight is worth fighting

She was angry. Of course she wouldn't stop him.

No fight is worth dying

But she should've.

But all love is worth fighting for

He was going to see her. He was trying to explain, to change. He wanted to keep her safe, yet she still ran. She killed him. If she hadn't left him there...

And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet so love until you're dead And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet so love until you're dead So love until you're dead So love until you're dead

Call It What You Want | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (singer!reader)

Summary: You lost your reputation, but you gained something so much better.

Warning/s: angst, fluff later on, hostage situation, online bullying, hate comments, stalking, reader has a stalker, famous reader, mentions of guns and knives (light use too), marriage, pregnancy, about babies and birth, in this the song is referred to as Y/N's song (that's not true of course), pet names (pretty boy, gorgeous, love...), also skipped a few parts of the song (sorry)

Author's note: So reader basically entered her Reputation era, but with a happy ending. That's it.

Y/N - your name

Y/L/N - your last name

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

The cold breeze of the night in the middle of the giant city as you walked perhaps wasn't doing doing you any favors at all. The coat that you wore wasn't really doing its job. It was supposed to keep you warm during the nights out like this one, but it was anything but. You felt yourself crossing your arms in hopes to pull your coat tighter to yourself so you could gain some warmth, but sadly it wasn't working.

With a disappointed, quiet sigh you swang the bag you had in front of yourself hunting for your keys as you walked along the secured parking lot. You passed a whole lot of cars as you continued to trash through your bad, but not one of those cars was yours.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached your car, the sound of your keychain juggling as you tried to get a hold of the key properly.

The whole time you were walking over to your car you felt an overwhelming sensation of the feeling that something, or rather someone, was following your every step. Panic was drowning you as you tried to get into your car as fast as you possibly could.

However, once you finally managed to put the key in due to your shaking hands, you felt a hand covering your mouth. The last thing you heard was your own terrified scream before you drifted into unconsciousness.

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The coldness of the uncomfortable chair send a million of shivers down your spine. Your head was pounding so much that it started to be unbearable. At that moment you tried to bring your palm onto the side of your head, but you couldn't move your hands. At that moment you noticed the tight rope with which you were tied up in a chair.

You felt a sense of panic wash over you as you pulled against the ropes, but it was no use. It wasn't working like you hoped it would.

Suddenly, though, you heard a sound that you were sure would haunt you forever if you ever got out of there. The laugh of the person that took you hostage.

"Don't worry, my love," The vile man smiled at you. "Now you can finally be mine forever."

It sickened you.

The way he approached you, the way he slowly reached out to you to place his hand on your cheek as he talked to you. You felt like you could throw up at the sight of it alone.

"How- how did you..." your voice trembled as you spoke, trying to hold your ground, but to no use. "Why did you do this?"

"I've been watching you for a while, gorgeous," He said, rubbing circles against your cheek. "You are simply gorgeous, I just had to have a pretty thing like you."

You were terrified because at that moment you realized that it was over. You were never getting out of this. Your stalker would make your life a living hell just because of the way you looked and the fact that you did what you loved since you were a child.

He slowly let go of your cheek as he stepped back, not once breaking the eye contact with you. You couldn't help but let one tear slide down your cheek. It was over for you.

And just as you began to drown in your own sorrows, the door of the basement in which he held you were broken down.

"FBI!" Someone yelled out, the flash of the lights that filled the room were too bright, you couldn't see the FBI agents that entered. "Don't move!"

The guns were held up, surrounding your stalker who was, thankfully, weaponless.

Your head was hurting you even worse than it did before because of the flashing lights, but you had never felt a bigger sense of relief washing over you than at the moment when they forcefully entered and you felt someone moving to you.

"Are you okay, miss?" You turned your head slowly, in fear that your head was going to ache even more. The last thing that you wanted was to faint now.

"Y-Yes," You barely whispered to the man who was untying you as fast as he possibly could. "Thank you."

"Reid!" You heard another man shout, his voice ringing with authority. "Get her our of here now."

Perhaps you were still frozen from the shock, but you didn't know exactly how you suddenly got outside. You were sat down as the paramedics checked over you. Your head was still spinning and everything was hurting you, but it could've been worse.

At that moment, Spencer stood aside watching over you silently. He couldn't help himself. He simply couldn't help but to admire you as the paramedics did their job.

"What's up with you, pretty boy?" Derek came over to him, his voice hinting that he was really for teasing. "You have a crush on our singer, huh?"

"W-What? No, of course not." Spencer felt himself flush and Derek stared to laugh at the genius.

"Really?" Morgan mockingly put his hand on his chest to express that he didn't believe anything that came out of Spencer's mouth. "Because, if I'm being honest, pretty boy, your staring kind of gave it away."

Spencer was growing more red as the seconds passed. He kept quiet up until Derek stopped laughing and looked at him.

"You should ask her out." He suggested.

"I don't know." Spencer whispered so quietly that Morgan almost didn't catch it.

Before Morgan could say anything else the voice of one of the paramedics announced that you were free to go, and Spencer felt himself suddenly walk over to you without even realizing it as Morgan continued to watch with amusement.

"Hey."

You turned around at the sound of Spencer's voice and Spencer felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs. Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars that covered the cold night sky and he felt himself getting flushed again.

"Am... I- I was wondering i-if you would like me t-to take you home." Spencer stuttered a bit as you made eye contact with him, listening to him speaking."

You smiled at him, he was truly, utterly gorgeous. "That's really sweet, but I don't want to bother you."

"Please, it would be a pleasure to make sure you come home safe."

And so, after a while, you accepted his request and made a promise in front of the door of your apartment to keep in touch with the FBI agent who saved your life and will continue to save your life for as long as there is air in his lungs and the stars in his eyes.

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

After all that happened to you with your stalker that was now put into prison, you decided to dissappear from the public eye for a while. You yearned for a break that was much needed. But with the break that you publicly announced and a promise to dissappear for a while you had to be more careful.

The trips to the simple places like grocery stores were yet another opportunity to dress up so no one could possibly recognize you. At that time, the number of the baseball caps, and a whole bunch of oversized hoodies, seemed to drastically increase and it continued to do so.

But there was a minor slip-up after 6 months since you disappeared.

It was a surprisingly quiet night. Spencer returned from the case earlier and you decided to take a walk around the town after visiting a local coffee shop.

You were so wrapped up in each other, soaking up every moment you had with each other. Sharing a whole lot of stolen kisses, looks, his hand nested itself on your shoulders, sharing laughter and smiles, eyes spanking. They were full of happiness and utter joy every time you were with him.

What neither of you expected was for Penelope practically tearing down the whole conference room, almost breaking down the door the next day just so she could get to Spencer.

Spencer was sitting at his chair, looking over the files along with everyone else when he found himself being startled as he watched Penelope waving the newest copy of today's newspaper as she practically screamed in excitement.

He was rather confused by her suddenly excitement even though it wasn't unusual for her. But once he saw her slamming the newspaper in the middle of the desk he felt himself getting pale.

Spencer and you made a cover of today's news. The headline, written in overly dramatic big letters with the fine print, read "AFTER 6 MONTH SHE MADE AN APPERCEIVE! FAMOUS SINGER Y/N Y/L/N SEEN WITH A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!!"

Just below the headline there was a picture of him and you from the night before. His arm was placed over your shoulders, bringing you closer to warm you up and keep you safe. His face was somehow, somewhat, covered by his hair because of the wind that couldn't be contained that night. Your hand was holding his that was slang over your shoulders. Your smile was radiant, your eyes shining as you kept your gaze on him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the photo.

"Explain yourself now, Spencer Reid!" Penelope shrieked, her voice getting higher each second. "What the hell are you doing with freaking Y/N Y/L/N!!"

He started stuttering so much, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but his nerves got the best of him. Suddenly, he felt a hand slapping his back sending him forward a bit as Morgan laughed.

"Good for you, pretty boy." Morgan smiled at him, teasingly. "Good for you."

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothin' when I look at him

Pretty soon a year had passed since the hostage situation which included you being in danger.

A year since you met Spencer, a year of nothing but love and happiness.

Spencer opened the door of his apartment and held it like that so you could get into the apartment before him.

You stepped into the apartment, shaking the snowflakes that stuck to your head on this, quite cold, night in late November. You stood still for a moment, admiring Spencer as he removed his purple scarf before quickly lighting up the fire in the fireplace so that the warmth could spread around your home.

However, you noticed the slight change in his demeanor as you sat yourselfs on the couch near the fireplace. You, however, decided to not say anything because you knew that he would say what he wanted to once he was ready. You didn't want to put more pressure on him, but the plain fact that he was nervous made you extremely so, too.

Finally, Spencer took a deep breath before he turned to you.

"I know that this might seem sudden," Spencer started as he shyly looked into your concerned eyes that watched him talk carefully. "But I feel like I know you for longer than a year. I feel like I've known you my whole life. You complete me in every possible way one person can complete another. You bring immense joy in my life every single day. You show me that life and even people can be good every single day and I believe you despite all of the horrible things I see every day."

You were deeply touched by his confessed, but you were slightly confused because you could quite figure out as to why he was saying all of this to you right now.

"I can't imagine not waking up to you every moment," Spencer confessed, looking longingly into your eyes and you found yourself surprised when the sudden realization that he didn't stutter once drained on you. "I can't imagine seeing you every day, listening to your voice and admiring everything that you do."

Suddenly, he stood up and slowly lowered himself on one knee in front of you. He held out a small box in his hand before he continued to speak. You felt like you couldn't breathe once you realized what was about to happen, what was already happening.

"I simply can not imagine my life without you in it," Spencer continued as tears gathered in your eyes. "Will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me?"

"Yes!" You spoke up after you had gotten over your frozen state of shock. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Spence!" You said, voice full of love as he slipped a beautiful ring onto your finger.

As you sat there by the fire, you knew that you had found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The snow continued to fall outside, but you knew that nothing could beat the warm feeling in the apartment and in your heart.

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

Two years flashes by to fast for you to keep up it seemed like.

Spencer and you got married as fast as you possibly could. You love each other more than anything and you were ready so you figured why not do it immediately. The life had been a bliss. And just when it seemed like it couldn't be better you found out that you were pregnant.

Spencer was overjoyed. He always wanted to have children, he always wanted to be a father. And now he could do it with the person he most loved, admired and cared for. He truly felt like passing out the moment he found out. And he did, but would always deny it with a blush glued to his face every time Morgan brought it up to tease him.

The moment your water broke all hell broke loose. Luckily, Spencer was at home so the only thing you had to do was to grab your hospital bag, keys and head to the car. You were 100% prepared for this.

However, you always felt like the moment it happened and it was finally time to go to the hospital you would be the one who would go into a panicked frenzy. So it was safe to say that you were genuinely surprised that once Spencer and you managed to stumble into the car and were on your way, you were the one who had the role of comforting the one who was in panic. Spencer was gripping the wheel so tightly you were scared that he would break it. It would be rather amusing if you weren't in so much pain already.

But after hours of labor and excruciating following hours of birth once you felt limp against the mattress, still holding onto Spencer's hand which you gripped so hard, but he never once complained, bless his heart, everything truly was worth it once you heard the loud yet at the same time soft cries of your baby girl.

Now, as you laid in the bed in another hospital room you couldn't move your eyes away from the sweet sight of Spencer sleeping in the chair right next to your bed with your baby girl in his arms. It was truly the sweetest sight you had ever witnessed. Spencer's messy hair was spread everywhere as his arms tightened around your little bundle of joy, but not to tightly to hurt her. The moment he got her in his arms, he wouldn't let her go. You guessed that he was afraid thay something unexpected would happen even though you gave your best to reassure him.

After hours of sleeping once you woke up, you could fall back asleep for some reason. Not that you complained.

You heard the door open and you turned your head that was still pressed against the pillow on the bed at the direction of the door. It was JJ, trying to enter as quietly as she possibly could while carrying a few cups of coffee.

"How are you, mama?" She whispered softly as he took a seat on another chair on the other side of your bed.

"Still a bit sore, but fine." You gave her a small smile that she softly returned. "I'm just so glad that this happened." You confessed quietly as you looked at JJ.

"I made a lot of mistakes in my life," You said as she listened to your every word. "But having our daughter with him... I know that I did one thing right."

I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say, I

I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)

A few months later another headline was released in many newspapers and magazines. There were a bunch of articles all over internet, too.

The newest addition of the People's magazine was laying on Penelope's dest by her screens. Derek soon enough entered the room with a curious look.

"Hey, baby girl," He greeted as he pressed a kiss on Penelope's cheek, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newest addition of the magazine. "What are you up to?"

"Why hello handsome," she greeted with a smile before she brought the attention back to the magazine. "Look who made the cover."

And sure enough, on the front cover of the magazine, at the very top, there was a headline written with big, capital letters saying: Y/N Y/L/N MARRIED!? THE MUSIC STAR WAS SEEN WITH HER HUSBAND AND HER BABY OUT ON THE WALK FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!"

Below the dramatic headline there was a picture of Spencer and you holding hands, dressed in warm clothes as you walked around the city on a cold, snowy November night. In front of you there was a stroller in which your daughter, Annie, was in. Your hand was quite visible along with the ring that was clearly a weeding ring. Spencer had his arm around your shoulder, showcasing his ring as well.

On the bottom of the cover there were some other news that were in slightly smaller font. You also released the new song after a long while. The song was called "Call It What You Want" and it said to turn the page 13 for the full lyrics and Derek did just that.

Penelope couldn't help but to let out a screech after she practically showed the magazine in his face. And just as Derek finished reading the lyrics to the song he couldn't help but to smile.

"Good for you, pretty boy," Derek pointed out, happily. "Good for you."

"Give me the magazine back," Penelope excitedly ordered him. "I'm gonna frame this now."

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want

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⚠️Warning⚠️ This fic contains kidnapping, blood, gore, knives, & torture! It is very dark!

Summary: Kyle starts to have thoughts about Cartman, and not the good kind...

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Never Enough

Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader

Summary: Class 1-A takes a trip to a local show to train in Social Settings and parties. What happens when someone from Katsuki Bakugous past shows up?

Warnings: Fluff, song fic, some angst, cussing, enjoy!

Song used: Never Enough, The Greatest Showman.

All art and music is reserved to its original owner, I just own my fic 😛

Quirk: Angel Voice

User is able to sing/hum very well, can use her voice to heal others if needed, hence the name. When they sing/hum a soft, goldish-white glow will envelope them, giving them a heavenly look.

Draw Back: If user over uses their voice to heal, they can develop a severe sore throat and is drained of energy. If they're just singing and their quirk activates, if used for long periods of time it can still give them a severe sore throat and loss of voice for 12 hours.

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"Eh? The hell is this?" Katsuki Bakugou huffed, picking up a red envelope off his desk. It had a pink heart to seal it shut, but no name was signed or any hint to who it came from was seen anywhere.

"Ooooo, looks like Bakugou got a confession," one of his lackys teased, although he quickly straightened up when Bakugou glared in his direction.

Opening the letter, he noticed it was a note addresses to him, and it was, of course, a confession.

'Dear Bakugou,

You may have never noticed me, but if you don't mind I'd like to share something with you. Please meet me under the tree in the court yard after school.'

The note ended, still not giving away who it was.

"EH? WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT. WASTING MY FUCKING TIME, DUMBASS EXTRA!" Bakugou shouted, blowing up the note with his quirk.

Huffing, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door, his lackys quickly following, wondering where he was heading so suddenly.

~

Outside under the Sakura Tree in the court yard, stood a young girl with (y/h) hair that was pulled up into a bun with a small (f/c) ribbon. Looking around with (e/c) eyes, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder if Bakugou would even show up. Everyone knew he was a harsh and critical person, not scared to voice his opinion to anybody.

(Y/n) exhaled, leaning against the tree and was about to give up hope as it was already fifteen past last class, when she heard someone yell at her, "Hey! Crazy Bitch! Did you write that stupid note on my desk,"

Turning, she couldn't help but smile at Bakugou who was glaring at her, rushing up to her. Cheeks flushed as she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Y-yes, I'm (L/n) (Y/n), I just wanted to tell you, t-that," But she was cut off by Bakugou setting off his quirk next to her face, making her flinch back with wide eyes.

"LISTEN! I'M NOT HERE TO FUCK AROUND WITH EXTRAS LIKE YOU, I'M PLANNING ON BEING NUMBER ONE, THE BEST HERO EVER GOT THAT DAMMIT?! I WON'T WASTE TIME WITH ROMANCE WITH SOMEONE WHO WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH FOR ME. TRY SOMEONE ELSE WHOSE AS DUMB AS YOU," Bakugou screamed, his voice traveling and making birds fly away.

(Y/n) felt tears come to the surface as her cheeks grew warm again, out of anger and humiliation. "I-I just wanted to tell you I admired you! I wanted to get to know you! But now I see w-why no one bothers with you," she cried out, tears flowing down her cheeks freely now, glossy (e/c) eyes stared at his own vermillion eyes that squinted at her, expressing his annoyed face even more.

"Like I give a shit. Get out of my way," he shoved past her, knocking her shoulder that made her fall back into the tree, grabbing the trunk to steady herself. "Like I said, you'll never be enough for me. Number One Hero deserves another Number One, and you're basically at the fucking bottom," he carried on walking, sticking his arm out to give her a thumbs down.

(Y/n) stared after him in shock, wiping her tears from her cheek as she sniffled. Even though she knew he could be aggressive, she didn't think he'd react like this. Picking up her bag, she walked the opposite way from Bakugou, making a promise to herself that she'll be enough. Wither that's for him or someone else, others will know that she'll always be enough. One way or another.

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It had been three years since (Y/n) had tried to confess to Bakugou, in that time she was discovered for her amazing voice, quirk or not. Being a young teen idol at seventeen years old was a big deal, to most people at least. To (Y/n) this just proved she was enough to be bigger and better than what she was told she'd be.

Currently, she stood in front of a floor length mirror, taking a mirror selfie to post on her Instagram to hype up her fans for her performance tonight at the Hero Gala. A get together/dinner of sorts for all Heros, and (Y/n) had been asked to perform for the Heros and she happily agreed.

Even though she didn't follow the Hero course most people her age dreamed of, she still felt as if her music was a Hero to others. To comfort them in the darkness of night when they cried alone, to hype them up when they needed happiness. It had been there for her, and now she was there for others too.

Smiling at the picture, she posted it

"Can't wait to perform for our Pro Heros tonight! #IsThisReal? #MusicForTheSoul #YouAreEnough "

Placing her phone on her desk, she gazed out the window into the early afternoon sky. Even though she had to leave soon to get ready, she still enjoyed simple moments to calm her down before a performance. 'Tonight is gonna be amazing,'

~~

Elsewhere, at U.A High School, class 1-A, now grown up to 3-A is getting ready to dismiss for the day. Aizawa had gone through all their basic materials for the day, and was hoping to go home for a nap, today wouldn't be the case though.

"Alright, settle down," Aizawa coughed out, his quirk activating to scare them into silence. Even after all these years it still worked.

"Forgot to mention it to you, but you all have class tonight," he smirked, knowing how to get under their skin. Protests broke out among the students, each complaining about one thing or another.

"But tonight is movie night!" Mina whined, pouting as others agreed. It had become a tradition now with the classmates to have a movie night every Friday night. "Well tonight will be about how to act in a Professional Social setting," Aizawa sighed, rolling his next to loosen the strain that was starting to build.

Questioning faces now looked at him, all wondering what he meant.

"Tonight is the Pro Hero Gala. The biggest social event for any pro hero, other than Pro Hero Billboard announcements. You'll will attend tonight and learn how to grace society. The bus will be leaving at six tonight so I suggest you leave and do whatever you need to do. Costumes don't need to be worn unless you want to wear them." Aizawa finished, Mina and Hagakure screeching about needing to look their best and dragging the rest of the girls out of the classroom with them.

The boys, now young adults, all sat there in disbelief. Except for Aoyama who jumped up and spun out the door, "I must get ready! I need to look magnifique~"

"Alright guys! Let's show them how awesome and manly us future Pros are!" Kirishima grinned, his shark teeth on display as he grabbed his bag, standing up with the rest of the boys who shook off the shock.

"Yeah yeah, whatever shitty hair," Bakugou grumbled, aggravated at the thought of being on display tonight like a doll. "Come on Kaachan it won't be so bad," Midoriya smiled, but was shaking at the thought of being in public, with all those Pros.

"Pfft, whatever Deku. Let's just get this shit over with," with that the boys headed out.

~~

"Oh my gosh! Guys! You'll never guess who is performing tonight!" Hagakure squealed, her baby blue dress showing off her body but no one could see her. "Ooh~ Who?" Mina questioned, turning her head to look at her friend.

They were all loading into the bus, some of them dressed to the nines in dresses and suits. Others just wore their costumes.

"(L/N) (Y/N)! The super pretty teen idol! I just saw her post on Instagram," Momo smiled, "She must be excited to perform, her voice is truly beautiful,"

"Uh.. Who?" Sero questioned, having tuned into the convo late. "(L/N) (Y/N), she's a super pretty singer! ~Ribbit~ She's our age, but does charity, fundraisers, and even helps out at hospitals. Her quirk let's her sing so angelic, but she can also heal people, ribbit~" Tsuyu informed, wearing a green dress that was simple but cute.

"Really~~ A super hot teen idol will be there~~I wonder if she'll give me chills~~" Mineta drooled, shaking as his thoughts wandered. "Do we have to take him?" Mina glared as Sero taped him up, Tsuyu knocking him out with her tongue.

Bakugou only listened, slightly surprised at the name. 'Why does that name sound familiar? Stupid shitty extras' he thought, frowning.

"Kaachan are you okay?" Midoriya asked, Kirishima also popped into the conversation too. "Yeah dude, your face is gonna get stuck like that,"

"Deku, why does that name sound familiar? Do we know them or something?" Bakugou questioned, arching his eyebrow at the green haired boy.

Midoriya looked shocked, "you mean you don't remember her? She was in our class back in middle school. (L/n)-chan was discovered for her voice after we graduated, I'd figured you would know though," "oh yeah? And why's that damn Deku?" "Well she always seemed to follow you around Kaachan. Everyone knew she liked you, I think I remember people talking about her confessing to you or wanting to...." Midoriya rambled off, trying to recall the event that had happened years ago.

Bakugou clicked his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together, "SHUT UP! WE GET IT DAMMIT" he seethed, teeth grinding as his aggravation went sky high.

"You know, you may wanna get all that aggression out before we get there," Kaminari smirked, looking smug as it caused another rise out of Bakugou.

Todoroki looked at them and then to Midoriya who was still muttering, "should I get my rage out too??" He questioned, tilting his head as Tokoyami shook his head in disbelief that his classmates still acted like this.

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Standing in one of the dressing rooms offered to her, (Y/n) couldn't help but giggle and twirl in her new dress. Not one to dress up this fancy, even for a performance, it actually felt amazing.

Hair let down, falling to its natural length in soft waves that had been curled a few moments ago. Natural makeup with some glitter and highlighter allowed the lights and her quirk to really make her dazzling (e/c) eyes shimmer.

Her dress was a beautiful off the shoulder floor length dress. Intriguing lace sleeves that were detailed and an eye grabbing (f/c) that complimented the rest of the dress in the same color. Hugging her figure down to her knees where it flared out, a gorgeous mermaid style gown also with accents of lace. A simple, but drop dead dress that made her whole appearance one to grab all the attention.

Humming a small tune as she turned to the mirror to do a last check up, she couldn't help but let the warmth of her quirk over flow as it surrounded her. It was almost like a hug, comfortable and tight, but warm and inviting. The goldish-white hue making the room seem that much more heavenly.

A knock at the door interrupted her, "come in," she called, her glow starting to fade out as an older woman entered. A clip board in hand as she greeted the young idol.

"Hello there! My name is Izumi Moi, are you ready? The Heros are arriving so I thought you might wanna mingle before your big performance, which by the way I'm a huge fan," Moi gushed, bowing in greeting.

"Oh thank you! I would love to mingle with everyone, can you please show me the way?" (Y/N) smiled, causing Moi to blush from the cuteness and nod, gesturing toward the door for her to exit first. "Thank you, Moi," (Y/n) thanked, stepping out the door and down the hall towards the elevator. "Are you nervous

for tonight?" Moi questioned, (Y/n) shook her head, "Not really, I love to perform!" Moi smiled in understanding, 'Ma'am, the Hero Class from U.A has arrived,' came a voice from Moi's watch.

"I'm glad they could make it, we'll be there in a few short moments," Moi spoke back, the conversation catching (Y/n) attention. "Hero Class from U.A?" She voiced her thoughts, Moi smiling at her, "Yes! As part of their training we've invited them to see how these Galas are held. Class 3-A, you know come to think of it, these are the same kids who were attacked by villains all those times," Moi finally realized, her hand coming up to her chin to rest and help process the thought.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened. Knowing very well who was in the class, having followed the news and over the years had fundraisers and charity events for those affected by the LOV attacks. 'Okay now I'm starting to freak out,' she shivered, suddenly feeling a cold sweat break out as the nerves hit her.

Upon reaching the Galas main hall for the event, live music was being performed for dancing and enjoyable background music. "Well here we are, you're set to perform in about thirty minutes, I'll come get you in twenty so you can have a moment to compose yourself," Moi smiled, sending a playful wink (Y/n)'s way, having seen the nerves suddenly take hold of the young girl.

(Y/n) nodded and walked in, breathing to calm herself down. Looking around the room she could see some of the Pros taking notice of her and smiling excitedly. They know of her work and respected it.

Mt.Lady came right up to her, not taking a second to let her excitement flow, "Oh my goooossh. It's so nice to meet you, your voice and acts of Heroism are truly inspiring," Mt.Lady took (Y/n) hands into her own, a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you too! By the way, I loved your last interview with Midnight. You two never fail to make me laugh," (Y/n) giggled, finally feeling the nerves slipping away from this warm conversation.

Moving across the room, (Y/n) interacted with all kinds of Heros. Her favorite had to be Fatgum whi offered her favorite candy which she couldn't resist, she even offered a smile to Suneater who gave a weak smile back for hiding his face with his hood.

"NO WAY," a voice broke through (Y/n)'s ears as she turned toward the voice, seeing a group of teens standing there. Offering a smile and a nod in acknowledgement, she waved them over. A girl who was all pink and a floating blue dress bolted over, leaving the others in the dust cloud.

"Hello there, you must be the infamous Class 3-A," (Y/n) spoke first, knowing if the other two girls did she might be stuck for a while. "You know us?" A girl with brown hair and chubby pink cheeks asked, pointing to herself.

"Of course! I've followed the news on your class, it must be hard fighting all those villains so I hope you truly get to relax and have fun tonight," poised with a smile, the idol unknowingly made them all feel warm inside.

"(L/n)-chan, it's good to s-see you," came a voice from behind the girls, making them turn and see the boys standing. Midoriya smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/n) lit up all of a sudden, eyes wide with remembrance. "MIDI-CHAAN," she called excitedly, rushing over to pull the boy into a hug. "Hehe~You wanna give me a squeeze too," a creepy voice came from behind her, causing her to turn and squish Mineta down with her heel. "Touch me and you'll never see the light of day," she growled out. The others felt a chill go up their spine, this angelic girl can sure be a demon when wanting to be.

Smiling at the group, (Y/n) apologized explaining she's worked with assault victims before and doesn't condone any behavior like that. "I apologize on his behalf! No true Hero would ever act on his sexual impulses," Iida chimed in, raising his hand as he grabbed Mineta and slung him like a coat over his other arm.

"Its alright, just please keep him occupied," (Y/n) sweatdropped, a sheepish grin taking a hold of her lips. Turning to resume taking to Midoriya, she locked eyes with the one person she wished she hadn't.

Bakugou Katsuki.

They held eye contact, neither one wanting to look away first. Bakugou had recognized her, the shy girl from middle school. The one he had told that she'd never be enough for him.

He'd done some growing these past years, learning how he should behave. He knew what he said was rude and childish, his ego filled self seeing her as a weakling. Useless and not needed.

However, seeing her again, hearing all the things she's done to help people without being a Hero. Serving the civilians through actions and words.

He was the first to look away, gritting his teeth in annoyance at his own thoughts.

"I see you haven't changed," her voice was like a knife cutting through the silence that seemed to swallow just the two of them.

He didn't sat anything, choosing to keep himself quiet. "Ms.(Y/n) it's time to go," Moi's voice sounded, (Y/n) nodding and turning to leave. Yet she looked over her shoulder back to Bakugou and left him with some simple words.

"We'll see who'll never be enough,"

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The lights dimmed as everyone turned their attention to the stage where a small orchestra sat to the left of it. Standing in the center of the stage was non other than (Y/n), the spotlight shining down on her as everyone waited in anticipation. Finally, the piano began to play a soft and slow melody.

I'm trying to hold, my breathe

Let it stay this way

Can't let this moment end

You set off a dream in me

Getting louder now

Can you hear it echoing

Take my hand, will share this with me

Cause darling without you

Her voice flowed without the need of a microphone. Honey smooth and silky, everyone in the audience looking on in awe at the beautiful and enchanting girl. When the music suddenly began to play bolder, her voice following the music.

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Bakugou felt his heart stop.

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world

But it'll never be enough

Never be enough

For me

Her voice blasted the melody, blending with the music as everyone couldn't help but admire her. Class 3-A could only look on with mixed reactions, yet Bakugou seemed to be the only one truly understanding the message she was sending.

Never, never

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never enough

Never enough

For me

For me

For me

Her voice sang with emotion, her hands moving to convey the physical attributes to her lungs singing out her feelings. Her gaze though was locked onto Bakugou, both of them eyeing the other down. 'Can you see me now?' Her glow slowly started to breakthrough 'I am worth enough, I can be enough'

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

Never be enough

For me

Her voice belted out, some pros having to wipe their eyes from the pure emotion. The students could only wonder who could hurt her to inspire this kind of song.

Never, never

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

For me

For me

For me

Bakugou looked in awe. He felt as if he was seeing her for the first time. The music has suddenly cut out, leaving a silence before the last words slipped through her mouth

For me

The cheers were automatic, causing her to smile yet her eyes stayed on Bakugou, tears filled her eyes as her golden aura slowly started to fade, the lights coming back on.

"Thank you all so much for the hard work you do to keep us safe! I know I speak for all the civilians when I say without you who knows where our world would be!" (Y/n) cleared her throat, smiling through the pain in her eyes as she addressed the crowd who was still cheering for her.

Glancing back at Bakugou, she watched as he slipped out of the crowd and out onto one of the garden balconies. It was then she decided it was now or never to fully get her words out to him. Face to face.

~~

"Stupid shitty Gala," Bakugou muttered, leaning against the railing. Seeing her singing had brought a feeling out into his chest and mind, clouding his judgment and how he should react. Seeing the raw emotion and knowing that his words still affected her all these years later, like it had for Deku but they had made up. Sort of.

"Well, what did you think?" Came a voice from behind him, causing him to turn sharply, seeing her standing there with her arms behind her back, the glow of the moon giving her an even more angelic look.

"Its alright," he answered, looking anywhere but her, hands shoved in his pockets of his slacks. "Hmm, I see," she replied, taking a few steps closer.

"You've done an amazing job at becoming a Hero," she continued, looking out over the balcony. "Huh, yeah I'm sure you're singing my praises, Angel," huffing he turned back to her, now next to him yet about two feet away.

"Pun intended?" She joked, seeing a smirk cross his face. "Whatever makes you feel better," he answered back.

"Talking about that day would make me feel better," she shot back, making him drop his shoulders as a seldom expression crossed his face.

"Look, I was a damn jerk alright. Get your screaming shit over with, probably long over due anyways," he exhaled, knowing he was paying for his past ego now.

"Mm, I think I'm good," she hummed, "But I will tell you how I feel about you,"

"Here we go," he braced himself for the harsh words coming his way.

"I think you're brave," (Y/n) smiled, eyes closing as she felt him snap his head toward her. "You've always been straight forward so I'll be straight forward with you too. That day I merely wanted to get to know you, to hope that maybe one day we could've been more. I admired your determination, I admired how you always spoke your mind,"

"Even now, I've seen in the news how as a young Hero you've done so much, protected so many people. I get the feeling you had a bit of a reality check, huh," she teased, looking to meet his vermillion eyes that looked back at her with surprise and shock, yet happiness also appeared in his eyes.

Chuckling, he nodded," Yeah I guess I am pretty fucking great, at least you inspire people every day. I just punch dumbass people in the face,"

This had pulled a laugh out of (Y/n) which made Bakugou smile.

"What do you say we start over, Angel?" Bakugou suggested, sticking his hand out to her. (Y/n) 's eyes widened in shock.

Singing her feelings out, all her past turmoil seemed to have subsided a little. Having talked to Bakugou finally, she could see how he had changed from the bratty fourteen year old he was to a more mature, inspiring and even eye catching young man.

"You gonna leave me hanging, Angel? Not very lady like," he grinned, trying to hide his inner fear at rejection.

Yet her eyes lit up and a bright smile graced her face, "I'd love to," she agreed, reaching her hand out to him.

Sliding their hands together, they introduced eachother to one another again.

"Bakugou Katsuki, but you can call me Katsuki, Angel"

"(L/n) (Y/n) but you can call me (Y/n) or even Angel since that seems to stick now," (Y/n) laughed, "I do have a question though,"

"Oh?" "Am I enough for you?" "You always were, I just wasn't enough for you. Am I now?"

"Hmmm, let's find out together shall we?,"

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Hope you enjoyed it! I'm still trying to slowly get back into the writing scene since it has been a while. Let me know what you think!

Happier than ever- Billie Eilish

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

- Kim thinking/talking to Lloyd

< Lloyd to Kim

Lloyd and Kim were for as long as they could remember the same person, at least where it mattered. That is until they grew up, Kim chalking it up to a story a comforting idea of escaping poverty but now that he was reunited with Lloyd he was going to do whatever it took to get them their slacker dream!

Lloyd new he had been withdrawing into themselves too much. The barony was getting suspicious, not that they knew the real him anyway. He knew he should come out more if only to save Kim the embarrassment but Lloyd didn’t want to move. They were all better off without him, Kim too.

Kim wrapped his arms around their body in the only hug he could provide Lloyd.

-Don’t think like that Lloyd! It will all work out! I’m going to make us so much money!

Their body began to sway and hum

- How about we sing a song a song about all the bad things to help you let go of it all?

Lloyd smiled, he didn’t think it would work but Kim had been the only one to ever try. Even his personal servants who had cared for him, believed him and been on his side could comfort him. Left him eventually but Kim was different Kim wouldn’t leave.

When I'm away from you, I'm happier than ever

The barons family were all together, that is except Lloyd, when their discussion stoped. They were astonished, who knew Lloyd could sing?

Javier frowned to himself, how had he never heard Lloyds voice like this before?

Wish I could explain it better

What was Lloyd taking about?

Javier’s stomach twisted someone had hurt Lloyd! But when? They were always together ! A dark part of his mind laughed “always together” you really are a sorry excuse for a knight, you never even entered the bar with Lloyd before there are million different ways he could have gotten hurt! And. You. Weren’t. There! Let’s face it you only care now because Lloyds useful you’re as bad as the rest of them!

I wish it wasn't true

Give me a day or two to think of something clever

Julien looked at his parents in worry, what was happening? Lloyd wasn’t a sad person, what is up with this stupid song!

To write myself a letter

To tell me what to do, mm-mmm

Do you read my interviews?

Arcos shock his head yes yes of course he read every paper his son was in! He wanted to know how well Lloyd was doing now, but Lloyd never looked him in the eye anymore spent years calling him “baron” and not father.

When you (when you) said you were passing through

Was I even on your way?

It was true that they had never been a close family but wasn’t it better now that Lloyd had stopped drinking ? Why did he still run away from them???

I knew when I asked you to (when I asked you to)

Be cool about what I was telling you

Arcos felt a rush of cold hit him. How often had Lloyd asked him to talk begged him not to be angry so he could explain.. how many times had he turned his own son away.

You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do (what you said you'd do)

Arcos felt tears prick at his eyes, he had thought Lloyd had been mature in understanding that being a Baron was busy work but it had hurt him all the same. His eyes widened in shock was this what Lloyd was doing ? Avoiding him, preoccupying himself in so much work he’s have an excuse not to talk with them ?

And I'd end up more afraid

Javier clenched his fist, afraid of what? Whatever it was he would deal with it for Lloyd, he’d do anything for him.

Don't say it isn't fair

You clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable

The four stood there in silence, listening to Lloyds voice crack as he took a gasp of break. What, what have we done?

So if you really wanna know

Yes they wanted to know, Arcos needed to know how to make this right.

When I'm away from you (when I'm away from you)

I'm happier than ever (happier than ever)

Javier couldn’t stand it Lloyd couldn’t leave!

Wish I could explain it better (wish I could explain it better)

I wish it wasn't true (wish it wasn't true), mmm-mmm

Julien was enraged! What did Lloyd have to be upset about anyway! He was the one who became a raging drunk and left him to pick up all the pieces!

I call you again, drunk outta my head

Going home under the influence

Marabella smiled fondly there had been times Lloyd had made sure to reassure her after his drinking sprees. Telling her exactly where he was and acting good for his past escorts. But of course he had to go to far and start throwing fights. Sigh.

I don't relate to you

I don't relate to you, no

Arcos felt the pain in his chest twist, his apology hadn’t been enough had it.

'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

You made me hate this city

Did Lloyd truly hate their home so much ? Is that why he need so much money and go on dangerous trips to other places did he want to leave so badly?

And I don't talk shit about you in the bar

Never told anyone anything bad

'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything

Julien and Javier were astonished enough at that. Why wouldn’t Lloyd especially if he was drunk? Was Lloyd even while angry still looking out for their house’s reputation?

And all that you did was make me fucking sad

Arcos cried he didn’t know he didn’t know

Why didn’t Lloyd say anything

So don't waste the time I don't have

And don't try to make me feel bad

Why didn’t Lloyd confined in any of them?!?

I could talk about every time that you showed up on time

But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did

Oh because no one would have listened, no one would have taken his side. No one would have believed him

Never paid any mind to my servants or friends

So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid

Arcos tried to stifle his tears, his oldest had only been a child. A child born a month too soon in a barony too poor to a mother without a drop of nobility to her name.

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

Marabella begun to cry with her husband, Lloyd hates us doesn’t he?

I started drinking a month ago

Lloyd must of written this song years ago. Was this perhaps why he started drinking???

Your friends are mine, you know, I know

You've moved on, found someone new

Arcos shifted his feet, Lloyd couldn’t possibly be talking about him taking in Javier could he? He had heard other nobles hurl insults about him replacing his first born even how Javier was much better than his hooligan first born but he had waved it all alway, Javier needed him.

One more son who brings out the better in you

He was talking about him then the Baron couldn’t understand hadn’t her raised Lloyd to care for the less fortunate?

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

Marabella felt sick they had begun to ignore Lloyd when Julian and Javier came into their lives but they had only hoped it would serve to have Lloyd stop his awful behavior. She had never thought it would hurt him so badly. The baroness had assumed Lloyd was simply angry about the family changing, but he wasn’t he was heartbroken.

But he's so sweet, he's so kind

Does he mean you forgot about me?

Arcos hadn’t how could he when he was always worrying about him! He just didn’t have enough time but that was beginning to fall apart in his head after all he had made time for Julian and Javier hadn’t he?

Oh, I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

Javier leaned onto a nearby side-table, is this why Lloyd had been so cruel to him as children?

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Arcos openly wept, “hush dear,” his wife patted his shoulder “we must see this threw to the end”

And do you tell him he's the most beautiful boy you've ever seen?

Yes the whole house had been very open with giving the children compliments, but when was the last time Lloyd had received one before changing?

When had anyone ever called Lloyd handsome?

An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

Marabella collapsed in a chair next to her husband, “Arcos, Arcos when had been the last time we told Lloyd we loved him?”

And now I'm pickin' him apart

Javier understood how Lloyd would have been lashing out as a child now, how the both had been hating one another to look better in front of the Baron. But then why did Lloyd suddenly become close ? Why did he suddenly care for Javier? Perhaps he gave up on gaining familial love, burying the hatchet with Javier the only way he knew how, by not addressing the past at all.

Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart

Julian began to understand, and he begun to feel badly for his brother but still he was just so angry at Lloyd !

They looked at each other as Lloyds song finished.

What were they going to do now? And as they pondered it they could hear Lloyd sniffling to himself, as if he was picking up the pieces after breaking down.

Then a whisper to three of them, a yell to Javier’s ears they heard Lloyd speak.

“Huh I guess I do fell a little better now! We should do this more often lolz! Goodnight Kim, I love you.”

…

…

…

Javier’s hand broke the side table, “Who the fuck is Kim????”

Johnlock and Pirate Shanties

so "unsinkable" by sail north is either the perfect song for sherlock, or, if you want to get a little meta, the perfect song for johnlock and all the people who support it.

also, also, also, sherlock playing a violin instrumental version of "leave her, johnny, leave her" (also by sail north. i think.) when john brings one of his girlfriends over. please think about it.

thoughts?

I Can’t Say I’m In Love

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Though Xavier knows he has strong feelings for Y/N, but he has no idea what those feelings are and how to tell her.

A/N: inspired by I Can’t Say I’m In Love, an unreleased song by R5. Y/N is a natural witch and has chaos magic like the Scarlet Witch, takes places BW (Before Wednesday). Also sorry for not posting much, I have gripa (the flu) right now

Heart’s beating faster, might need some surgery

Natural disaster, you’re taking over me

And I st-st-stutter, visions are blurry

There ain’t no other that brings me to my knees

Y/N and Xavier have been dating for a few months, every time Xavier picks Y/N up for their little picnic date by the lake or coffee dates at the Weathervane, his heart beats faster than ever. Y/N basically takes over his thoughts, and we’re not talking about her powers, she would never use them on him.

“Hola, mi flaquito precioso, are you ready to go to the art shed? I brought a sweater just in case I’m cold and some food for us. I promise I won’t distract you.” Y/N commented, hugging Xavier, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Sure, baby, I’ll put on my sneakers and we’ll go.” Xavier said as he kissed the top of her head. Xavier would do anything Y/N said, she was the only person that could bring him to his knees.

And it gets so hot whenever we’re a lone

But I can’t say I’m in love

No I won’t

They were in the art shed, Y/N was eating some of the food she brought, occasionally feeding some to Xavier so he won’t get his hands or painting dirty. Xavier finished his masterpiece and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

“It looks beautiful, amor, you are very talented.” Y/N said, kissing him. Xavier then placed his hands on her hips and began deepening the kiss, Y/N broke the kiss. “I love you, Xavi, I love you very much.” This wasn’t the first time Y/N had expressed her affection to the artist. She already told him two weeks ago. Instead of answering, Xavier kept kissing her and then pulled away.

“Let’s get the shed cleaned up then I’ll walk you to your dorm, okay.” Xavier said.

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N replied sadly, thinking today might be the day that Xavier would reciprocate. Xavier walked Y/N to her dorm and kissed her goodnight. Xavier walked back to his dorm as well.

I don’t know what love is

But I know I’ve never felt like this

Your kiss is magic, like a circle, yeah it’s perfectness

I could say yes, tell you it too

You say it first, it’s easy for you

Even though I know that it’s true

I can’t say I’m in love

Xavier is laying in bed, thinking about his time with Y/N. He has never received this level of affection from his dad. He doesn’t think he has seen his dad say “I love you” to his mom either. He never had an example of love, he doesn’t know what love is. He, however, knows that he feels comfortable and safe with Y/N. She feel like home to him, he had this strong instinct to protect her from anything and anyone, he feels fireworks whenever they kiss, he just can’t communicate his feelings.

The next day, everyone was at breakfast, Y/N was talking to Enid about Xavier.

“I don’t know, Enid. I just feel that Xavier isn’t…100 percent in our relationship. It’s not even the fact that he won’t say ‘I love you’, okay, I mean, that’s part of it, but like…last night he was weird.” Y/N said playing with her food.

“But like, how weird was he?” Enid asked

“He wanted to clean up his art shed. Like he pulled away from our kiss to say that we should clean up the art shed. You’ve seen it, there are things all over the place.” Y/N said

“I don’t know about him not being 100 percent in the relationship, Ajax says Xavier talks about you all the time.” Enid said, she would have continued but Xavier came up behind Y/N, hugged her, and kissed her cheek.

“Hey darling, what were you talking about?” Xavier asked.

“Nothing much, Xavi, I love you.” Y/N said. Xavier leaned in and kissed her softly, his hand thumbs caressing her cheeks. The bell rings as he pulls away, smiling. “I’ll meet you in class, I need to talk to Enid about something.” Xavier nodded understandingly, kissed her goodbye, and walked to class. “Do you see what i mean? I say that I love him and he just kisses me.”

“Xavier has a hard time expressing his emotions, Y/N.” Ajax said coming up to them. “With a father like his, it’s very hard to express his love for you verbally, which is why he’s very touchy with you. Don’t tell him I said that though, now let’s go to class before we’re marked late.” The three of them ran to class and sat in their seats before the second bell rang.

P-paranoia

It’s running through my veins

I got to know ya, that was the end for me

And I know I got you holding on to words that I can’t say

And everything you feel for me just know I feel the same

Xavier was thinking about the time they first met. The day Xavier and Y/N were partnered for a botany class project, he knew he was a goner, she took his breath away. It wasn’t until they hung out in the Weathervane did he realize he was down bad for her and asked her out on a date. Now fast forward 5 months and he feels like he’s been leading Y/N on. Every time they’re together and Y/N says those three words, she looks at him with big eyes, hoping that Xavier would say it back but it’s been two weeks and nothing. Xavier has very strong feelings for Y/N and he hopes that she knows that. After class, Xavier and Y/N were in his room.

“Flaquito, do you think we can watch a movie?” Y/N asked.

“Anything for you, sweetheart, what do you want to watch?” Xavier asked.

“10 things I hate about you, it’s a classic.” Y/N says.

“Yeah sure, baby. You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, right?” Xavier asked, grabbing her chin softly so she could look up at him.

“Yeah, i know.” Y/N answered.

Open up my heart, open up my mind

Everything has changed to color from black and white

Everything I see is a new reality

Baby, this is love

Is this love? Is this love?

Yeah this is love

Xavier was in Ajax’s room talking, after walking Y/N back to her room

“Ajax, I’ve been with Y/N for almost 6 months and I still can’t say I love her.” Xavier said.

“Dude, what does she make you feel? How does she make you feel? Maybe if you talk to out, you’ll figure it out.” Ajax recommended.

“She makes me feel like I’ve seen color for the first time, she makes me feel complete. When we kiss, i feel fireworks, when we hug I feel safe. I miss her when she’s not around, I think about her all the time, I always want be around her.” Xavier explained. Ajax smiled widely. “What are you smiling about?”

“Xavier, dude, that feeling is love.” Ajax said.

“This is love?” Xavier asked.

“Yep. That whole firework kiss thing is definitely love. Tell her you love her tomorrow though, it’s Saturday and a lot of people will be out in Jericho, you’ll have some privacy.” Ajax said

I know what love is

And I know I’ve never felt like this

Your kiss is magic, like a circle yeah it’s perfectness

I could say yes, tell you it too

I say it first, only for you

I could say yes, tell you it too

I say it first, only for you

Im starting to realize that it’s true

I say it first, only for you

There’s only one thing left to do

Say baby I love you

Baby I’m in love with you

Baby, I love you

The next day, Y/N slept in because she’s been having trouble sleeping, Yoko left to Jericho with Enid, but she was waken up by incessant knocking.

“Ay chingada madre, ya voy, me vas a tirar la puerta si sigues tocando así (Fucking hell, im coming, you’re gonna break the door down if you keep knocking like that).” Y/N said to no one in particular and saw Xavier. “Amor, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be in Jericho with Ajax.”

“No no no, i had something important to tell you.” Xavier said, Y/N motioned him to come inside the dorm and Xavier sat on her bed. “Okay, I wanted to say that I love you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, I just hallucinated, what?” Y/N asked. Xavier grabbed her hands to pull her closer.

“I love you, I was talking to Ajax and he made me realized that all the things I feel about is love. I know I haven’t said it back in the two weeks you have told me that you loved me because i didn’t know how to verbalize it but now I can.” Xavier said

“Xavi, you are so sweet.” Y/N said.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N, now that I can say it, I will tell you everyday.” Xavier said and they kissed. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Xavi.” Y/N said.

Not my best but I hope you like it

The one that got away

Ship: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan (past)

Description: once upon a time they where young and in love convinced they’d last forever… who knew forever had an expiration date.

Warning: Mentions of drug abuse.

Summer after high school when we first met

They met in a coffee down the street from Spencer’s

college, the college student and the cop. They both had something to prove to the world back then.

We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead

Derek won him over with charming smiles and smooth words, before he knew it they were stumbling into the backseat of Derek’s car.

“Mmm, Derek, someone will see!” Derek had only chuckled covering Spencer’s mouth with his own again.

And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos

Young dumb and stupid they had gotten tattoos the day Spencer turned twenty, “навсегда мой” Russian for “forever mine” on their ankles. If only they’d known how untrue that would turn out to be.

Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

Talk about our future like we had a clue

Fran Morgan adored Spencer enough to turn a blind eye when she saw him and Derek climb up the fire escape. “Someday I’m gonna marry you.” Derek promised.

“It’s not legal.” Spencer had whispered back.

“Yet.” Was all Derek replied with taking a swing from a whiskey bottle stolen out of the kitchen.

Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

The day they broke was the worst day of Spencer’s life, a fact that would never change.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Derek had snapped waving his hands wildly.

“I’m sorry.” Spencer whispered. “I love you.”

“Love just isn’t enough this time Spencer.”

Derek was gone the next day. Bomb squad had offered him a position in Virginia.

In another life

I would be your girl (boy)

We'd keep all our promises

Be us against the world

Spencer wonders what would’ve happened if he had gone with Derek, what would’ve happened… he doesn’t know.

He imagines they’d someday get married, even if it never turned legal… some people did spiritual things and exchanged rings. Derek would’ve liked that.

In another life it would be them against the world. In this life they’re alone. That’s okay. It has to be.

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

The one that got away

In another universe twenty one year old Spencer had all the words needed to make Derek stay.

In this universe… he didn’t. He never did.

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on (whoa)

When they’d been young, they had made one promise that was impossible to keep in the end.

“You and me, against the world, as a team, forever.” Derek was a little drunk at the time Spencer will admit.

“Forever doesnt exist.”

“I’ll prove you wrong on that one pretty boy.”

There’s only one time in Spencer’s life that he wished to be wrong and he wasn’t.

Someone said you had your tattoo removed

The first time he sees Derek again (which is weird because he didn’t think he would ever see Derek again) he notices a couple things.

His hair is much shorter than it was when they were young, he’s a little bulkier, his smile is fake- it’s the one he used to use when sweet talking their way out of danger, the one that stings the most though is that his tattoo is gone. Spencer vows to never let Derek see that he kept his.

Saw you downtown singing the blues

It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

They’re rather awkward around each other but the team assumes that it’s just another quirk of Spencer’s, no one reads between the lines something they can both be grateful for.

He pretends that his heart doesn’t ache when Derek leaves bars with others, he doesn’t have a right to be in pain. It’s been two years and… it was all his fault in the end.

But in another life

I would be your girl (boy)

We'd keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life

I would make you stay

Working with Derek is hard- it hurts. It makes him wonder, drags old feelings he doesn’t want up.

Working now with Derek and the FBI tells him something he didn’t know when he was younger, it tells him that if he went with Derek they would’ve made it. He’d always have ended up at the FBI he thinks… it’s just how that’s the question.

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

The one that got away

The one

The one

The one

The one that got away

Jayjay is the only one who ever notices… the only one who ever gets to know. “What happened between you and him?”

“I didn’t meet Derek Morgan for the first time when I walked through those doors.” The words are quiet, a secret whispered into the night. “He’s the one who got away as you would say.”

“I didn’t know…”

“No one does.”

“Did Gideon?”

“I don’t know. If he did he never said anything about it to me.”

All this money can't buy me a time machine, no

Can't replace you with a million rings, no

When he falls victim to addiction… it’s so hard to stop taking the drug.

He does, eventually. When he realises that being hitch isn’t a time machine… it can’t change the past but it could destroy his future.

I should've told you what you meant to me (whoa)

'Cause now I pay the price

When he’s locked in that room with the Anthrax he almost tells Derek that he still loves him. He almost apologizes.

He can see that Derek still cares- he knows that his death would destroy his long lost lover. In the end he stays quiet… but tells Penelope if he dies to let Derek have his journals from college. She’s confused by the request but promises nonetheless.

In another life

I would be your girl (boy)

We'd keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life he wouldn’t be too cowardly to tell Derek everything… in another life he might fix it. He might try to make it alright.

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

The one that got away

The one (the one)

The one (the one)

The one (the one)

They never talk about it. It’s never brought up. It’s a history they don’t speak of… they can’t. Speaking of it makes it real… makes the past the past…

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

The one that got away

In another life they live happily ever after,

In this one they live as once upon a time lovers,

Best friends who used to be more.

That’s enough. It has to be.

There’s a song called Kill The Director by The Wombats and it always makes me think of how Jareth feels for Sarah. It’s got lines like:

‘I’ve met someone who makes me feel seasick/Oh what a skill to have, oh what a skill to have/To have so many skills that make her distinctive/But they’re not mine to have/No they’re not mine’ And- ‘Don’t talk to girls, they’ll break your heart/And this is my head and this is my spout/They work together, they can’t figure anything out/So with the angst of a teenage band/Here’s another song about a gender I’ll never understand’

I really wanna write song!fic on it but it works too well as like a movie in my head I can’t seem to write it down :(

Grief hunts Peter Parker all the time, it seems the world can't let him be happy. And sometimes that becomes too difficult to deal with.

(Or I've had a song on repeat in my head for days and I took the opportunity to practice my writing)

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Based on the song United in Grief by Kendrick Lamar

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Happy Hogan

Additional Tags: Mentioned May Parker (Spider-Man), Mentioned Tony Stark, Mentioned Stephen Strange, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Ambiguous/Open Ending, One Shot, Song Lyrics, Inspired by Music

Language: English

Words: 1,085

This is my first fic in english!

I know nwh its not the movie of the moment, and I really wanted to do something about atsv, but I got more inspired by this one since the song has been in my head rent free for days. I will try to make an atsv fic (with most likely found family), but I don't promise anything.

Either way enjoy my fic, and feedback is always appreciated!

Jun 27th, 2023

I'm working on the requests I promise!!! They'll be out hopefully soon-

I've been fueling myself on re-listening to the Hamilton soundtrack....

Like...I might make a song fic but with Leo or Donnie (Rise) bc I love putting/seeing them in other universe or AUs and I feel it'd be so cute-

Some songs like....depending on Angst, Smut or Fluff

Like, Burn, Say No to This, Wait for It, and Satisfied...

Anyway, we'll see, it honestly depends!

More in the works for requests, I promise they are coming!! Much love!

-Writer Icy♡

Headcannon (that no one, and I mean no one, can convince me otherwise):

Geto Suguru is an avid listener of keshi.

and I will elaborate. but the playlists get more soul destroying as we go, you’ve been warned :)))

Could all be taken as part of the main cannon, but also just his character in general, STSG-coded (it is physically impossible for me to avoid and I don’t even want to avoid it), etc.

★ ★ ★ - spicy

- ANGOSTURA

- SOMEBODY

- KISS ME RIGHT

- Say

- beside you

- Like That

- TOUCH

- GET IT (cult leader Geto, anyone?)

(Pls these are all so him and all so hot^)

♡ ♡ ♡ - fluffy

- UNDERSTAND (especially stsg coded goodbye they literally were the only people who ever truly got each other.)

- Soft Spot

- War With Heaven (touch of angst when you think about it ahem so don’t. It’s actually so deep I could make a whole post on that itSELF)

✧ ✧ ✧ - existential but there’s hope

- LIMBO

- Just to Die

- i swear i’ll never leave again

- Forever (don’t think about it too hard tho or it becomes sad immediately)

˙◠˙ ˙◠˙ ˙◠˙ - existential but losing his shit (hidden inventory/premature death arc go extra crazy)

- Requiem

- Id

- Amen

- HELL/HEAVEN

- drunk

- blue

- atlas

- skeletons

;-; ;-; ;-; - kfc trauma

- war

- us

- ANGEL (please don’t think about this from Gojo’s POV unless you don’t love yourself today.)

BONUS:

- GET IT

- Absolutely would’ve been in their shared Pre-Mission Hype Playlist

- GABRIEL

- Chapter 236. GoodBYE.

- ^^ Requiem could also apply I’m gone.

*Though these songs aren’t restricted to stsg dynamic alone, I feel like Satoru relates to a LOT of these/can be taken as seeing from his POV

- ^^ Suguru tortured himself by adding it to the playlist anyway :)))

I feel like this started out more organized than it became, but I’m on 1.5 hrs sleep!!! I just needed it out of my brain and into the world!!!