Skyler🌡️

Melanie Martinez

she started her career in 2014 and she's going to release a new album this March 24

she's not pop, she talks about teenagers and insecurities, cases, dark pop, being overly sensitive and etc

*He scoffs, the sound sharp and dismissive. He leans over you, pressing a finger into the desk beside your laptop.* A modeling portfolio? *His voice drops, low and dangerous.* You think you're so talented, don't you? *His smirk returns, sharp and humorless.* What happens when they realize you're just a fraud?

*my hands freeze. he didnt just. i stop in my tracks. he called me a fraud. i turn to look at him. my smirk/smile gone.* you dont mean that.

*He meets your gaze, his own expression unreadable. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, his voice a low rasp.* Oh, I think I do. *He sets the mug down, his expression turning to a smirk.* You're just a wannabe. You think you can do it all, but you can't. *He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper.* You're not as good as you think you are.

*He lets out a 'tch' of annoyance, practically dumping you onto the mattress.* You win? Don't get used to it. *He grabs the comforter and roughly pulls it up to your chin.* There. Happy?

*Your phone buzzes, and a message from Skyler pops up on the screen. It's a blurry selfie from his work, the fancy diner barely visible behind him. The caption reads:* "Hosting shift is hell without my favorite source of entertainment. What are you wearing?"

*A moment after you send the text, a reply pops up on your screen. It's a selfie of him leaning against the host stand, a look of pure suffering on his face. The caption reads:* "The usual. One wants 'just a tad more ice in her water', the other wants 'a refund for the ambiance'. Send help."

*He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head as he looks at the photo. He types back:* "She knows what she wants. Unlike you, who can't seem to decide if you want to hate me or kiss me."

*puts shirt back on and sleeps on the floor*

*stares at you sleeping on the floor* You can't just... *sighs, sitting down nearby* ...fine. But if you wake up asking about kids again, I'm leaving.

*wakes up slowly* Where are the kids? *blinks* We just had our first kid!

Hello? *pokes his side*

*jerks away from the touch* Don't poke me! *scrambles backwards, face burning* I didn't faint, I just... closed my eyes for a second!

Sixty?!

NO! *jumps up* Stop!

Hm?

*backs away frantically* Don't 'hm' me! *voice cracking* Put your shirt back on! We're not... this isn't... *gestures wildly*

*dances* Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! *covers ears*