#but i also saw the release date of the show wearing the shirt

[lover-of-mine]

Re you magic Percy Jackson camp shirt you are holding so much power in a t shirt is like the start of a urban fantasy novel

kpakspakapakapak a magic tshirt totally feels like the type of item you would accidentally encounter and end up in a quest with no idea how you got there lol

No, but the funny thing is that I made this shirt? Like, I stole an orange tshirt from my brother and used a fabric marker to draw the camp half blood and the pegasus in it, so I really don't understand how I ended up in possession of a magic pjo shirt kspskapalpla

[mistyorchid]

Meet-Cute

Old Man Logan x fem! reader

summary: Failed talking stages inspire you to meet someone irl. Riding an older man in the backseat of his limo makes you forget about the immature boys who ghosted you on Hinge. Ch. 2 Ch. 3 warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, smut, age gap, reader is 21+, fingering, riding, size difference, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, sweet/good girl, sweetheart), unprotected p in v, light slapping, oral (male! receiving), creampie, car sex (nobody's around tho), logan's slutty glasses. wc: 3k

Hinge. The app designed to be deleted. You smiled as you pushed the cart, daydreaming about chucking your phone into the nearest lake. The few matches that you received often ghosted you after a week, afraid of committing to a real date.

So here you were, aimlessly strolling through a grocery store. Desperately begging the universe for a real man.

You spent an embarrassingly long time curating the perfect outfit to attract a guy worth your time. Casual enough for a quick errand, but still chic. I want to be with someone who admires my confidence. They shouldn't reprimand me for expressing myself.

That's how the feminist part of your brain explained your attire. The other touch-starved half, however, wanted to wear the shortest skirt you owned just to feel men stare holes through it.

You turned into the bakery aisle and pretended to evaluate the nutritional contents of a massive chocolate cake. Maybe this could be plan B, if tonight's endeavor was hopeless.

The comforting hum of fluorescent lights softened the sterile environment around you. Memories of simpler times floated in your mind. Handmade school lunches. Gentle kisses placed on your knee after a bad fall. You closed your eyes, lulled by the promises of love you were granted as a child. Now an adult, you yearned for a partner that could nurture you in a romantic way.

Logan overheard a bag of produce spill onto the floor as he picked up a shopping basket. The cashier dropped it when he saw Logan's blood-stained dress shirt.

Mumbling a string of profanity, he decided to release some steam. "Show's over!" he snapped, flippantly tossing his right arm behind him.

Ignoring the shocked gasps of the other shoppers, Logan sulked further into the store in search of something to soothe his palate.

His doctor tentatively ordered him to "lay off the booze," a suggestion that left three deep puncture wounds in the drywall of his office. Alcohol numbed the emotional and physical pain that plagued him, but it also further delayed his healing powers.

Logan's skeleton was withering away, and all he wanted was a fucking sweet treat.

Your body braced for impact as your chest made contact with a shopper haphazardly turning into the aisle. After dropping the cake onto the pristine white tile, you closed your eyes again, salvaging the moment of peace that was stolen from you.

"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole." You reluctantly opened your eyes and were met with the solid torso of a man.

Slowly raking your gaze up his body, you raised your eyebrows at the sight of his bloody shirt before meeting his narrowed eyes.

Crows feet radiating from the corners. Prescription glasses. He appeared much older than you expected from your brief contact with his chest.

You silently cursed your luck. This meet-cute plan was steadily evolving into a meet-angry situation.

"Not smart to close your eyes in public," he huffed, staring pointedly at the fallen cake. It was hard not to notice your mini skirt. He hasn't seen a skirt that short since the 60s.

Although you had pulled away from him, the man's eyes lingered on your chest. The playful baby-doll top hugged your cleavage in all the right places. Your glossy lips donned a similar shade of pink. He quickly resumed eye contact, feeling like a dirty old man for imagining them wrapped around his cock.

She's too young, you sick fuck. Logan's internal monologue worked overtime to maintain a shred of decency.

Your face turned away from him at the impending embarrassment you were about to put yourself through. Smirking, you shyly retorted, "Not smart to stare at a girl's tits in public." You gently pushed up his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

Closing the gap between your chests, you tip-toed to reach his ear before whispering, "It's okay . . . I want you to."

The answer to Logan's suffering was sweeter than any slice of cake he could have indulged in. A pretty little thing was actually flirting with him, a cynical ex-soldier worn by the unforgiving rings of time.

Logan's hands found the back of your elbows and slowly pulled you closer to him. You gasped as you felt his belt buckle catch on the flimsy fabric of your top.

"Careful, doll," he grunted, leaning down to meet the side of your face. "I'm old enough to be your father."

You defiantly peered up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, and . . .?"

The man slowly distanced himself from you, gently tugging the hem of your top down to its original state.

Okay, definitely not the best response to seduce an older man. You chewed the inside of your cheek, stunned by your juvenile comeback.

"I'm sorry, kid. Forget I said anything," he muttered before turning into another aisle. He mentally kicked himself for letting the interaction go that far. Although his aching body and mind yearned for some relief, he wouldn't take advantage of some young girl.

He hurriedly stomped past the cashiers, swiping a few cigars from a distracted employee's station.

After the initial shock wore off, you quickly followed the older man to the parking lot. Totally not stalker-ish at all, right?

You wanted to take care of him. His reluctance to return your lust-sick gaze should have deterred you, but it only made you more desperate.

You watched as his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. The chipper click of the limo doors unlocking motivated you to get his attention.

"Hey! Can we talk?" You yelled, raising an outstretched palm to stop him from getting inside the car.

Logan froze at the sound of your voice. He contemplated being responsible, slamming his door and driving off without a second glance.

The gentle pressure of your hand wrapping around his wrist made him think extremely irresponsible thoughts.

Turning around to meet your gaze, the older man swiftly opened the passenger door. "Get in. Now," he growled.

Words betrayed you. All you responded with was a surprised squeak as he used your grip on his wrist to push you further into the vehicle.

His eyes widened as you briefly parted your thighs to get settled in the lush leather seat. The sinfully short hem of your skirt bunched up, revealing your underwear.

Logan whipped his head to the front of the limo, avoiding the sight of your body. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid how you felt against his. You sat at an angle towards him, knees pressing against his thigh. His body tensed as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Why were you following me, huh?" he asked, finally meeting your eyes. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I need answers." He couldn't believe that a young woman like you would be interested in him.

"Yeah, you're old enough to be my father, maybe older-" you paused to move your left hand onto his thigh. "-but I'm done playing with boys." You shyly turned your head before continuing, "Need a real man."

Logan was done holding back. Now, it all made sense. Your lack of direction in the store, the low cut of your outfit that was way too sexy for a late night grocery run. We're both adults, he reasoned. She wants this.

He gingerly cradled your jaw with his large hand, turning your head towards his. "You sure about this, sweetheart?

You covered his hand with your own, bringing your lips to his in a spontaneous kiss. "I-I need to hear you," he stuttered.

"Shut up and fuck me, . . . " you sighed, pausing to ask for his name.

"Logan . . . call me Logan, doll." His left hand snaked around your waist, bunching the delicate material and exposing your breasts.

As you leaned into his palm, he fished the limo keys out of his pocket and clicked twice, locking the doors. He fondled the underside of your tits before rolling the sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You were grateful for the tinted windows that shielded your embarrassing moans from the public.

"Already whining for me, hm? So fuckin' needy," he hummed, pushing up your top even further. You crossed your arms to undress, but Logan swatted them away, explaining, "It's cute. Wanna see your tits bounce for me, baby."

He gripped your ass with both hands and effortlessly swung you onto the broad expanse of his lap.

Your back arched as his rough palm cupped your pussy, thumb languidly tracing your sensitive bud through the cotton.

"But this . . . has to go," he drawled, tugging the elastic of your panties before letting it go with a faint snap.

It was too much. You were splayed over the lap of a stranger, hips wantonly rocking yourself over his prominent bulge and mewling as your sensitive clit caught on the rough fabric of his slacks.

He stilled your movements with his hands, lovingly kneading the flesh of your hips. "You okay with this?" he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "Yeah, Logan . . . more than okay. Need you."

You loved that he was confident enough to take what he wanted but also gracious enough to check in, unlike the boys you were used to fucking around with.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your skirt and panties, skillfully pushing your legs against your chest as he pulled them off. He decided against slicing them off with his claws, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck. You're so pretty. My sweet, sweet girl . . ." he cooed. You whined as your aching cunt was finally exposed to Logan's hungry gaze and the chill night air. He groaned as you resumed desecrating his lap with your juices.

Your breath hitched as Logan traced two fingers along your bottom lip. You granted him access, playfully darting your tongue around his digits.

After his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he used your saliva to gently trace your hole, noticing the faint flutter of your walls.

"Need me to fill you up, hm? Poor baby's clenching around nothing. Let me fix that . . ." Logan's palm brushed against your clit as his fingers plunged into you, setting a steady pace.

You were incredibly wet, but he needed to prep you for his thick cock. He drooled, collecting a heavy wad of spit onto his tongue before letting it fall onto your pussy.

"Ah-ah!" You exclaimed, surprised by the contact. You bit your lip, cheeks flushing at the lewd feeling of his spit mixing with your wetness.

He used his other hand to slap repeatedly against your puffy folds, mesmerized by how vulnerable you were being for him.

"Yeah, you like that?" He whispered, curling his fingers as they met your cervix. You covered your mouth, desperately trying to maintain some modesty. Logan withdrew his left hand to pry away your arm and swallow your moans, sloppily slotting his lips into yours.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt your cunt spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his tight slacks.

"Oh, fuck! Logan . . . " you mewled, biting his lower lip while he continued to finger you through your orgasm.

Your head fell into the inviting crook of his neck, nuzzling his graying beard. "Atta girl, come for me," he cooed.

Logan peered down at you, noticing wet droplets dampening his beard. You were silently crying, tears cascading down your puffy cheeks before landing on his face.

At first, he was alarmed. "Hey, hey, shhhh," he purred. "What's the matter, doll?"

His cock twitched when he realized you were smiling against his neck.

"Nothing's wrong, Logan . . . you make me feel so good, that's all."

He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Yeah? Want me to make you feel even better? Fill you up for real this time?"

You nodded dumbly, still basking in the haze of your release.

"Nuh-uh. Words." The simple command made you rut into his lap.

You shuddered while responding. "Wanna feel you inside me. Need your-" Logan bucked up into you. "-cock."

He slid his hands under your thighs, briefly pushing you forward so he could unbuckle his belt. Your small hands slinked toward his waist. "Let me do it," you pleaded, hastily sliding his belt through its loops and tossing it to the floor.

You pulled his cock out of his slacks, leaning down to press sweet little kisses to the head. Your thighs burned with the effort, but it was worth it to feel him momentarily lose control. Logan hissed sharply, "Good girl, fuck-" before guiding his thick cock into your heavenly mouth.

You licked a prominent vein that teased its way above his waistband. The taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You moaned onto his length, choking back tears as he suddenly thrust up into your eager throat.

The delicious weight of his cock on your tongue was short-lived. He cupped your face, forcing your mouth to slide past the tip with an obscene pop.

"Won't last long if you keep doing that, doll. Takes a lot less to get me riled up these days," he explained.

You nodded as you straightened yourself, using your knees to hover above his lap. He teasingly ran the flushed tip of his cock through your folds before sinking into your weeping pussy.

"Oh my god! fuck-" you cried, lowering your hips to embrace his full length. Your hands found stability on Logan's shoulders as you bounced on his cock.

Logan stared in awe at your tits. They were practically spilling out the sides of your cute top, jiggling with each movement of your hips.

As he admired your form, you drunk in the sight of his coarse salt and pepper beard. His wiry glasses barely held onto the slope of his strong nose due to your eager movements. You paid special attention to his crimson-stained shirt, wondering how he was enduring the wounds.

"You're hurt." You stated, pausing to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

Logan's hands grabbed a handful of your ass and slammed you down onto his lap, forcing you to continue taking his cock.

"Never said you could stop," he huffed. "It'll take time, but I'm healing."

You gasped as your clit hitched on the bunched fabric of his slacks, frantically shrugging off his shirt in the process. A devastating moan ripped from Logan's throat as you peppered kisses on his wounds. The coppery taste of his blood was oddly soothing, reminding you that the man buried in your cunt was real and not just a figment of your lust-fueled imagination.

Logan loved how dazed you looked, your chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, your pupils dilated and glossy. His cock twitched every time your soft tits brushed against his face. You whined as the steady rhythm of your hips faltered, hinting at your imminent release.

"Lean forward, baby. Let your old man take care of you," he sighed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to slump forward, arching your back and playfully wiggling your ass in the air.

You yelped as he slapped your ass with enough force to feel the sting radiate from his outstretched palm. "Such a fuckin' tease," he growled, filling you up in one thrust. He set a punishing pace that made you sob into his chest. The loud squelches of your release echoed throughout the limo, mirroring your high-pitched wines.

"Oh, my god! . . ." you mewled, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. Your breath hitched every time his hips met yours, balls slapping against the sensitive skin of your ass.

He fucked up into your cunt, relishing the fact that you'd probably never had a cock as big as his. Logan stared at where you were connected, hypnotized by the subtle drag of your folds along his rugged length.

"Don't know what I did to deserve a pretty girl like you." His teeth tugged on the delicate strap of your top, exposing your breasts. His mouth enveloped the bud, gently sucking and pulling as they hardened.

"Logan . . . can't take it anymore. I'm close." You clenched around him, earning another hard slap on your ass.

"You gonna come for me sweetheart, hm?" He somehow increased his pace, hips drilling into your sensitive cunt. "C'mon, come all over my cock. Such a sweet young thing, so eager to please . . . " he hummed into your ear.

"And just so we're clear, I am definitely older than your father." His filthy words made you arch even higher, stilling your hips mid-air and allowing Logan to fuck you through your release.

The sound of you faintly chanting his name as you came sent him over the edge. "You can take it," he encouraged as your pathetic whines intermingled with his unabashed groans. His hips drove home, bouncing you harshly against his tense thighs and spilling into you with a low growl.

You almost blacked out at the feeling of his cum spurting into your walls, reaching even further when Logan buried his cock to the hilt. You clenched around him, overstimulated and thoroughly fucked.

"That's it, just relax . . . You look so pretty milking my cock," he praised, brushing stray hair away from your face.

You managed to sit upright and shakily moved to lift yourself off his cock, but Logan quickly steadied your hips. He's still hard, you realized, fascinated by his renewed vigor.

He panted, obviously just as spent as you were.

"So, uh, tomorrow, the Italian place on fifth street, 8 PM?"

You narrowed your eyes, incredibly confused at his choice of words after experiencing the best sex you've ever had.

"Our first date," he clarified. He kissed your cheek and you blushed at the contrast between the innocent action and the fact that his hard cock was still buried in your cunt. "After all, I'm a real man, right? And real men plan dates." He plastered on a cocky grin, repeating your earlier statements.

"Okay, old man. It's a date." You smiled, kissing his mouth with passion.

an: Ah!!! I had so much fun writing this. Old Man Logan, when will it be my turn >:[

[wonryllis]

somewhere in northern italy | 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇.

synopsis. park sunghoon hates oranges, he always has. the tangy citrusy tingles he's so not fond of it. he also hates you, the living embodiment of an orange: cheery, full of life, and well, round. why should he be bothered by it though? all he has to do is work hard to get into his dream university. but the thing is, he really needs a specific recommendation letter for it. something which he can only get from your father. and hypothetically speaking, he can't just ask for it, so he does you 'a favor for a favor'; he fake dates you on your trip home for summer break and surprise surprise your family owns the biggest orange farm in the country.

or where, sunghoon falls for the one thing he has hated all his life.

word count. 1.6k (teaser) full fic: est 10k-15k? maybe more?

meet the cast. park sunghoon who has an obsession of taking photos with fem!reader who loves being photographed.

genre. fake dating AUUUU!!!! ANDDD enemies to lovers!!!(for hoon), frenemies to lovers(for you), fluff, crackkkk, nsfw, suggestive, sunghoon getting cockblocked all the damn time, set in lombardy, northern italy. popular x unpopular but it's mildly mentioned. sunghoon thinks you are a spoiled brat, a very very studious and upright sunghoon. oh and did you know? orange, orange and orange (sunghoons nightmare) rich girlie and old money reader, sunghoon is gobsmacked at reader's house, parents..(do i really need to add?) and the orange farm.

warnings. allusions as to reader being daddy's princess and being sheltered and hoon struggling every day with oranges and painting a good image of himself to get that letter. nsfw warnings will be added in the full fic. (also no it's not a chubby reader)

RELEASE DATE. TBD

written so far. 15%

author's note﹙ ⌕. ﹚ had this random ass idea while having orange juice yesterday ksjksj. taglist is open for this as well as the permanent one, just let me know and i'll add you asap! not sure if this' good enough kindly bear with me. PLS DONT LET THIS FLOP I REALLY LOVE THIS BABY ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

꒰⠀ N O W P L A Y I N G. ⠀꒱ cruel summer by taylor swift, one kiss by calvin harris & dua lipa, karma by taylor swift, me by taylor swift, call it what you want by taylor swift, blinding lights by the weekend, fireworks by katy perry

"you wanna go down to the lake?" sunghoon looks up to find you at the door, more like peeping in from outside. his hands stopping mid-air with his spongebob boxers in hand, in the middle of unpacking what was left of his luggage. he moves at the speed of light, shoving them back in before you can notice the print. but too late you already saw it well, "you wear spongebob?" your laugh tickles his insides and it feels weird how he seems to like it.

no, he did not want to go out right now. after that stressful breakfast in the garden he just wants to fall face first into your fluffy mattress and sleep it out under your silk comforter. but something about your laugh makes him intrigued, would going down to the lake with you show him more of this side of yours? now this would probably be the seventh time he has wondered of how prettily you laugh. the curve of your eyes and the faint dimples on your cheeks his favourite things. oh? he picked favourites already it's weird, he thinks.

"yeah, let's go. just lemme change my shirt real quick," disappearing into the bathroom before you have the chance to speak. though when he steps back into the room,"your taste is funny," his spongebob boxers hang at the tip of your index finger as you look closely at the design. "put that back!" he scolds, choking on his spit while he rushing over.

"why? don't tell me you haven't washed it? now that's really bad hoonie," the tone of your voice teases his nerves but honestly he's used to it, more precisely he doesn't hate it as much as he thought he did.

"y/n," he warns, albeit not seriously and you can see it.

"baby," in a sweet little smile, (one that has sunghoon's hate for you faltering in the slightest each time you put it on) you correct him,"remember?" my fake boyfriend, mouthing out through a sly grin.

it's like an immediate que for him to give it up, he's not gonna win against you. when he used to see you around the university, mingling amidst a crowd of people every single time, he always thought you'd hold nothing against him. in his eyes you were a hollow image, nothing worth it. perhaps he was wrong, for so far you have him tight in a grip, he can't seem to find something to properly hate. that is if he takes the oranges out the picture.

he sighs in resignation,"come on, let's go, baby." happy? his brows rising in a question, softening up at your smile getting wider with a swift nod.

he relaxed too soon.

"was this really necessary?" the palm of his hand slides around your wrist as you walk down the steps of your italian chateau. supporting your heel clad feet and gesturing at the big beige floppy beach hat sitting atop your head. "absolutely! it's my fa- dad!" sunghoon's head snaps at that, immediately turning to look at the pitch of your voice going higher. the real deal, your father still seated in the garden with a newspaper in his hands and dear lord, a glass of orange juice.

it's embarrassing to be seen with you like that, he was gonna say. but oh well, nevermind.

"i see you have your favorite hat on, going somewhere with sunghoon?" your dad asks smiling warmly at your pair. it makes sunghoon scared, aren't dads supposed to hate boyfriends? is he being bamboozled by your family? will he be preyed upon later when you are not there to see? as if it was possible, your entire family though really welcoming of him are a bunch of weirdos, who the fuck let's their precious daughter share her room with her boyfriend they've met for the first time?

when he agreed to fake date you he didn't know he'd have to put on such a detailed act. there's literally no restrictions for you in the house. you do whatever you want, when ever you want. and that includes taking him everywhere you go, because apparently your parents know him as the boyfriend who loves you so much that he can't let you be alone at any time. shouldn't that be a red flag though? he can't with this anymore, just over a day in and he's convinced he can't make it make sense anymore, it's a white towel, he can only go with the flow.

"yes he really wanted to go down to the lake," what me? when? sunghoon's eyes wander in a panic while you smile as if you weren't just lying through your teeth. smile sunghoon smile, just fucking smile, he reminds himself wondering if he should maybe say something, maybe not?,"didn't you, baby?" the little nudge of your elbow against him tells him that he should, oh god its difficult to learn when to do what.

"yeah the weather seems really good," he says, a slight tremor in his voice, internally facepalming himself. he has one job, and he's failing even that.

"hm, true," the acknowledgement from your father helps calm his nerves a bit but it runs on high again at his next words,"be back before lunch though, your brother and sister in law will be home soon. it's been so long since we last ate together," you have a brother? why wasn't he informed about this? is the universe playing a game with him? as if your parents weren't enough, now he has to impress more people. he can do this, for the sake of his recommendation letter he has to do it.

"yes dad! love you," sunghoon waits like a lone statue as you leave his side to press a kiss to your father's cheek. grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away the moment he opens his mouth to bid your father. at this rate you'll ruin it for him before he can ruin it himself. "slowdown, fluffy. i'll fall at this speed," he tries but it's to no avail, he should have known by now, no one can control you.

the walk down to the lake is quieter than he expected, no bickering or fighting. you show him around the small streets and shops on the way, telling him little stories back from your childhood. sometimes stopping at a spot,"so pretty, can you take a picture of me here?" and it's already the fourth time. he doesn't mind though, on the contrary he finds himself enjoying it. it's not everyday he gets to roam around the streets of italy with the perfect weather.

it doesn't take long for you both to reach the deck on the far left. following your lead, he sits down on the edge beside you, legs hanging low over the cold water and your shoes placed on one side. you sit close, arms brushing each other, little finger atop one another. your hair flowing with the wind swipes against his face when you turn the other way, a subtle hint of sweet (you guessed it) orange tingling his smell buds. instead of grimacing his life off, he leans closer for another whiff of it. "sunghoon!" retracting immediately when you turn back to him.

"hm?" a feeling so out of this world, a haze lost in his mind. your words sound blurry and your extravagant hat looks so pretty on you. he almost feels like he has to capture this. "i asked how you like it? weren't you listening? what're you thinking?" and he does, taking out his phone and clicking a candid. he can't believe he now has a photo of you in his gallery that he's taken on his own accord. he's been doing many weird things lately,"it's really pretty," so so many weird things.

"hey fluffy i've been wondering about something," he speaks again, looking away to try to ignore tiny little fluttering butterflies in his stomach.

"what is it?"

"haven't you ever dated before, why do your parents seem so excited to see you have a boyfriend?" there he asked it, the biggest mystery he can't stop thinking about from the moment he set foot in your palace of a house. if it's your first then maybe that would somewhat explain their behaviour, not that it would become normal altogether, just kind of justifiable that he won't be put on the rack. that he's truly welcomed and he's safe.

"not really, no one ever met my standards," your answer throws him off. what?

"does that mean i do?" he tests the water, cautious above all yet his tone still comes off as one of tease.

"yes, except one," he eyes turn to you at that, pupils dilated with curiosity for the one thing stopping him from the title of 'perfect for you' as your parents claimed. meeting his eyes in a lock of contact, you give him a small smile. hands moving over to his white button up, fingers tracing his collar and undone buttons watching his adam's apple bob in a hard gulp as his brown orbs follow your movements, sweat building up at the close proximity when you both lock eyes again,"you don't really like me," sunghoon immediately looks away, a stab of reality, he was actually anticipating something he could change. really park sunghoon? remember you don't like her?

"am i wrong?" you laugh leaning forward to have a look at his face.

"i never said that," sunghoon clears his throat, turning back, suddenly gaining a surge of confidence. park sunghoon what???

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[sailorstar9]

She Scratched F/N's Face, But F/N's Boyfriend Yelled: "She's dying! Why Are You Still Holding A Grudge?"

Warning: Anti-Sethos, Angst, Modern AU

Trigger warning: Cheating

Sethos was extremely annoyed by his childhood friend, but ever since she attempted suicide, he has changed and becoming overly indulgent with her.

Even when she scratched F/N's face, he just shielded her behind him, saying, “She's almost dying. Why are you still arguing with her?”

So, F/N stopped arguing and quietly left his world; until one late night, Sethos saw his most powerful senior in the circle publicly announce his relationship. F/N was wearing a well-tailored man's shirt, nestled in the arms of a tall and handsome man and kissing the side of his face.

That night, it was pouring rain; Sethos, however, went crazy and came banging on his door. “Ghāli (my precious), I know you're doing this to spite me. Come out, let's talk.”

Sethos had an annoying childhood friend.

Every time he and F/N went out on a date, she always tried to tag along and this irritated him to no end.

One day, he and F/N went to see a newly released movie.

Along the way, Dalilah had already called three times to bother them and Sethos didn't hesitated to block her on WeTalk.

He rubbed F/N's head and said, “Don't worry, I have a girlfriend. I must keep a distance from any childhood friends.” as soon as the movie ended, an unknown number called him.

When he answered, it was that haunting voice of his childhood friend, Dalilah, again. “Sethos, where are you?”

“I told you I'm on a date with my girlfriend.” Sethos answered. “Stop calling me. Don't you understand human language?”

Her voice was thick with sobs. “Wait, don't hang up. I really have something important to tell you.”

Sethos hesitated for a moment, but still hung up; his brows furrowed tightly, as if something was bothering him.

“You seem distracted.” F/N noted. “Are you really worried about her?”

Sethos was stunned, but lowered his head and kissed F/N's forehead. “Why would I worry about her? Don't worry about her; she 's a psycho. Let's continue our date.”

It was nine in the evening and there was a fireworks show by the moat and F/N was in Sethos' arms, taking pictures. Before she could snap a few, Sethos' phone started vibrating in his pocket again. This time, it was Dalilah's mother calling.

F/N didn't know what was said on the other end, but Sethos' pupils contracted suddenly and his face turned pale. “Okay, Auntie. I'll be there right away. Dalilah attempted suicide.” he explained. “I have to go to the hospital now.”

“She tried to kill herself?” F/N echoed. “Just because you didn't answer her calls and ignored her? That's a bit extreme.”

Sethos irritably ran his hands through his hair. “I don't know. But either way, I need to go. Do you want to come with me?”

Though F/N was reluctant, she was also quite curious as to what new trick would Dalilah pull this time.

As they pushed open the hospital room door, they saw Dalilah with red-rimmed eyes, a bandage wrapped around her wrist and struggling to sit up. “Sethos, you're finally here...”

Then, the moment Sethos approached her bed, she hugged him. “I knew you cared about me.” and the scene made F/N very uncomfortable.

Sethos didn't push Dalilah away as he sighed in frustration. “Dalilah, do you realize how unreasonable you're being? Attempting suicide over me is a childish act.”

“I'm not doing this over you.” Dalilah sniffled. “I...” as she spoke, her already swollen eyes filled with tears again and she timidly looked at F/N. “Could you please step out for a moment? I only want to tell him.”

Ten minutes later, Sethos came out of the hospital room, looking very serious.

“Are you guys done talking?” F/N asked, uninterestedly. It wasn't F/N was cold-hearted; it was just that Dalilah's incessant calls and deliberate harassment had completely eroded any goodwill F/N had towards her. Not to mention, the first time Sethos introduced F/N to Dalilah, she greeted F/N with a bright smile and a handshake, but secretly squeezed F/N's hand as hard as she could. Such petty tricks was beyond childish.

“Dalilah has stomach cancer.” Sethos suddenly said. “The reason she attempted suicide was that she felt like a burden. It's all my fault. If only I had answered her calls, she could have someone to talk to. She's from a single-parent family, and if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have felt so hopeless; so much so that she thought of herself as a burden and tried to kill herself. Dalilah has relied on me since she was a child; she sees me as her brother. And what do I do? After getting together with you, I stopped caring about her.”

“I see...” F/N muttered, her heart slowly turned cold.

Dalilah's delicate voice came through. “Sethos, can you stay with me tonight? I'm really not trying to bother you. It's just... my mom. She has to work the night shift at the supermarket, so she can't be here.”

“I'll stay with you.” Sethos relented. “I won't go anywhere.”

Without a word, F/N left the hospital before it started pouring and made a call to Kinich, one of Sethos' university seniors and currently one of most eligible bachelors in Teyvat's elite circles.

Sethos always told F/N that Kinich was a notorious playboy, but he had told her with certainty, “Kinich may be carefree most of the time, but when it comes to important matters, he's reliable.”

Kinich arrived faster than F/N expected. “F/N?”

“Yes.” F/N nodded. “Sorry to trouble you tonight.”

“No need for that.” Kinich chuckled softly.

F/N went back to the hospital room to find Sethos.

Dalilah was clinging tightly to his arm. When she saw F/N enter, she smiled, “F/N, you haven't left yet?”

F/N simply ignored her and turned to Sethos. “I've already called Kinich to take me home. Take as long as you want to take care of her. Until then, don't bother contacting me.”

Not long after F/N got home, she received a call from Sethos, informing her that he would not be returning that night as Dalilah had no one to take care of her and he was worried.

F/N then checked Dalilah's WeTalk Moments and was not surprised to see a photo of Sethos sleeping beside her hospital bed with that caption 'Nothing compares to your company.'

A few days later, Dalilah was discharged from the hospital; according to her, she was already in the late stages of stomach cancer and the doctors advised her to stop treatment, saying she should just eat and drink whatever she wanted. Because of this, Sethos turned down a significant portion of his work and said he wanted to spend her remaining days with her.

At first, F/N tolerated it, considering the dying deserve respect. But she soon realized what Dalilah wanted was all of Sethos' free time. Several times, while she and Sethos were having a meal together, Dalilah would call and he would leave immediately. He would hurriedly apologize to F/N and then leave her sitting alone.

After it happened a few times, F/N confronted Sethos. “She has so little time left. Wouldn't it better for her to spend it with her family?”

“Her family doesn't care for her.” Sethos explained. “She's from a single-parent family. I thought you could understand...”

“It's fine if you accompany her occasionally.” F/N spat. “But you don't have to be at her beck and call like a nanny. Can't you maintain some distance?”

“She's a little sister I've watched grow up.” Sethos protested. “And now she has stomach cancer and needs someone with her. Forget it. I don't want to argue with you. Just don't start a fight.”

“That's your problem.” F/N responded. “Don't put it on me.”

“I really don't know what to do.” Sethos ran his hands in his hair in frustration. “F/N, can you please try to understand? It's just for a month or two, I swear. I only see her as a sister.”

“I don't want to deal with this.” F/N was also frustrated. “If you want to be with her, then go ahead. Don't bother informing me.”

That Saturday, F/N received a call from Sethos, “Didn't you say you want to go to Disneyland? Dalilah also said she wants to go. Do you want to join us? If you're coming, I'll buy an extra ticket.”

“I'm not going.” F/N bit back her anger. “I have a baking lesson later this morning. Besides, who goes to Disneyland and brings along a 'little sister'?”

At that moment, F/N heard Dalilah's pitiful voice on the other end. “Is it because F/N is prejudiced against me that she doesn't want to go? Or maybe she's uncomfortable with my illness...”

“It's not prejudice.” Sethos assured. “It's just that you kept calling me back then, so it's natural for her to be suspicious.”

Dalilah, sounding a little more aggrieved, said, “Forget it, Sethos. I know whatever I say won't matter. Maybe it's better if the two of you just go. After all, I'm on this condition. You don't have to worry about my feelings.”

Hearing that, Sethos once again felt like the worst person in the world. “Don't say things like that. I can always take F/N another time, but I need to be there for you.”

At that, F/N wordlessly hung up the phone, not wanting to hear anymore of their back-and-forth through her phone.

That evening, F/N saw Dalilah's latest post: a grid of nine photos. In almost every one, she was holding onto his arm, her head resting on his shoulder. They looked just like a couple deeply in love. Her caption read: 'You're always the best to me.' and in the comments, she added, 'Don't jump to conclusions, everyone. This isn't an official announcement, this is just my childhood sweetheart. But the person taking our pictures at Disneyland today said we look so perfect together.'

F/N deleted Dalilah from her WeTalk friend list without hesitation.

At the beginning of the year, Sethos bought a car and promised he would pick F/N up from work every day. But he wasn't come even once lately and F/N's nosy coworkers had been subtly asking if they had broken up. F/N's reply was only two words, “Almost there.'

After the sadness, all that was left was a growing pile of disappointment. But in the end, wasn't that exactly what Dalilah wanted? But F/N was determined not to let Dalilah have her way so easily.

At this moment, the notification alarm from F/N's WeTalk sounded; it was a voice message from Kinich. 'Have you had dinner? I don't know how to cook.'

'Not yet.' F/N typed in her reply. 'I'm basting salmon to eat with rice.'

'If you're home, I'll come over with some ingredients from the prime market.' Kinich typed back. 'I really want to taste your cooking.'

Kinich arrived quickly, carrying a bag of groceries.

Sethos sent F/N a message just as Kinich and F/N were about tuck into some vegetarian pasta bake. “Spent the whole day at Disney yesterday. I'm exhausted. Came back and crashed on the bed. What are you up to? You're not mad, right?'

'Let's break up.' F/N typed back quickly. 'Don't bother coming to pick me up from work tomorrow. That's Kinich's job now.'

“What's up?” Kinich swallowed his mushroom pasta bake.

“Nothing.” F/N put her phone aside. “Just broke up with someone. Dad was right; I have really bad taste in boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends are something you fun for fun.” Kinich took a sip of his grape raspberry sparkling water. “But husbands are different, especially someone like Sethos. It's good you broke up sooner rather than later.”

“But isn't that how you treat women, too?” F/N asked, drinking her pink grapefruit sparkling water.

“No,” Kinich replied. “How did that saying go? 'A man who doesn't respect himself is like a rotten cucumber.' So, don't misunderstand me.”

The next day after work, a colleague came up to F/N and said, “Oh my Archons, there's a super handsome guy downstairs at the office building. My heart is fluttering and I'm a married woman.”

“How handsome?” F/N was waiting for her computer to shut down.

“Extremely handsome.” the colleague continued to gush. “He's several times more handsome than your boyfriend. But I bet he's here to pick up his girlfriend.” she then showed F/N a picture she had secretly taken and F/N instantly recognized it was Kinich.

When F/N exited the lift, she walked up to Kinich waiting in the lobby. Without saying anything, she latched onto his arm and the pair left the office building.

There were a few messages from Sethos after F/N sent the breakup message the previous day, but F/N hadn't responded. 'Weren't we supposed to never say the word 'breakup' so casually? I know you're just being a little moody, but I absolutely won't agree to breaking up. Please don't ignore me on WeTalk. I know you're mad at me, mad that I didn't keep my promise to pick you up after work.' then, he sent a bunch of 'I love you' stickers.

'As long as you are happy, I'm fine with it.' F/N typed a reply back.

In the days that followed, Kinich came to pick F/N up punctually every day and took her out dinner. Meanwhile, Sethos seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Teyvat, but F/N couldn't be bothered to check up on him anymore.

Until more than half a month later, on the night of F/N's birthday, Sethos suddenly appeared at her door. He was holding a cantaloupe in his left hand and a birthday cake in his right. He smiled and said, “if you don't open the door soon, the property management might kick me out.”

After putting the things down, Sethos immediately tried to hug F/N, only to have her push him away coldly. “My colleagues already celebrated with me at work today.”

“Don't be so stubborn.” Sethos chided. “Colleagues can't compare to a boyfriend. Honestly, it's been my fault these past few weeks for not coming to see you. I actually wanted to wait for your birthday to make up to you. Did you really think I forgot your birthday?”

“Don't give me that.” F/N retorted. “Aren't you going to spend time with your 'good sister'?”

“I'm not spending time with her because...” Sethos paused for a moment. “She's here to celebrate your birthday with me. I think there's been some misunderstanding between you two and I wanted to use this opportunity to clear this up.”

Even before F/N could react, the next second Dalilah jumped in from outside, “F/N, happy birthday.” and the party popper in her hand exploded, scattering confetti all over the floor.

F/N bit back a sigh; since Dalilah wanted to put on a show, she'd play along for one last time.

“I know you have some misunderstandings about me.” Dalilah simpered. “You're the person Sethos loves the most and I feel so bad for taking up his time for so long. I'm sorry.” tears began to well up in her eyes.

Sethos, standing nearby, immediately pulled out a tissue and started wiping her tears. “Don't cry, Dalilah. F/N isn't someone who can't be reasoned with.”

Seeing that F/N had crossed her arms and watching her silently, Dalilah realized F/N wasn't moved. She continued, “After I leave, it'll just be you and Sethos together.”

“That's enough.” F/N cut Dalilah off. “Today is my birthday, not your apology session.”

“Why don't you guys work on the cake?” Sethos suggested, moved by Dalilah's tears. “I'll go cut the cantaloupe.”

“I'll cut the cake.” Dalilah spoke.

“No need.” F/N interrupted. “I'll do it myself.”

“F/N, just let me cut it.” Dalilah pouted. “Or are you really going to be so unforgiving even after I've just apologized?”

“Stop pretending.” F/N snarled. “Isn't it tiring to squeeze out those tears? How much is your apology worth anyway? Do you want to cut even our wedding cake?”

Dalilah's expression changed. “So what, F/N? You know Sethos can't see stand to see me cry. If I throw a tantrum at your wedding, he'll let me cut the wedding cake.” with a proud huff, she squatted by the coffee table. “If you don't let me join you two, then I insist on joining. If you don't let cut your birthday cake and your wedding cake, then I insist on cutting them.”

But just as she was about to grab the plastic knife to cut the cake, F/N was a second faster and snatched the knife.

Dalilah just dropped her previous frail act and behaved like a madwoman, snatching the knife back and giving F/N a cut on her face.

F/N retaliated by slapping the smug Dalilah across the face. “You must have brain cancer, not stomach cancer.”

“What happened?” Sethos hurriedly walked into the scene and saw Dalilah's tears, big as beads, were falling like a broken string of pearls. She was covering the side of her cheek where F/N had slapped her and wailed, “Sethos, I accidentally scratched F/N's face. I'm so sorry.”

“Can you stop crying every time something happens?” F/N stormed over and grabbed Dalilah by the collar. “Stand up and explain yourself.

“That's enough, F/N.” Sethos suddenly shouted and immediately shielded Dalilah behind him. “She's almost dying and you're still arguing with her? The doctors said she can't be upset. Do you know how little time she has left?” he shook his head in disappointment. “You're making a big deal out of a tiny cut on your chin. Is that really more important than her life?”

“Tell me, Sethos.” F/N voice calmly. “If Dalilah were to throw a tantrum and cry at our wedding, would you let her cut the wedding cake?”

“That's...” Sethos blinked.

“Get out.” F/N snarled. “We're done.”

“Fine.” Sethos spat coldly. “We're done. If you hadn't said it, I would have.”

'It's done.' F/N sent a message to Kinich.

“Who hurt your face?” Kinich quickly arrived at F/N's apartment, his usual smile furrowed into a frown. “Sethos? Or that female friend of his?”

After F/N related what had happened, Kinich proceeded to disinfect the cut. “That trash isn't worthy of you.” he then took a phone call and went to the door to retrieve a box of cupcakes with frosting and a bouquet of F/N's favourite tulips. “Congratulations on getting rid that that trash today. Happy birthday.”

Meanwhile, Sethos brought Dalilah back to his place and comforted her for a while.

Dalilah said, “Sethos, maybe I should go down and apologize to F/N. I feel like she's really upset.”

“You didn't do it on propose, yet she slapped you.” Sethos soothed. “She really went too far this time.”

It was midnight; after calming Dalilah down and getting her to sleep in the guest room, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Still angry, Sethos walked to the entrance, only to be met with a punch to the face once he opened the door. Wincing in pain, Sethos finally saw the furious man in front of him; Kinich. “What's wrong with you? What did I do to you?”

“Do you even realize what you've done?” Kinich snapped and landed two more punches on Sethos.

“I get that you're standing up for F/N.” Sethos argued, trying to dodge the sudden assault. “But just hear me out...”

“If your head isn't clear, then don't go bothering F/N.” Kinich hissed. “I'm not interested in your excuses.”

After getting a thorough beating from Kinich who had later left, Sethos was extremely frustrated; if it wouldn't for the fact that he was Kinich's subordinate at work, he would have fought back. But after thinking it over, he realized he was at fault in this situation. At F/N's place, he had handled things poorly, focusing on Dalilah's cancer and her need to avoid stress. He hadn't considered the fact that F/N's chin had also been injured.

The next morning, as F/N was preparing a mushroom quiche for breakfast, she and Kinich discussed her plan to move out. She had blocked and deleted all of Sethos' contact information. With Kinich's help, she quickly moved out of the apartment.

Sethos had just received some good news; Dalilah's latest check-up revealed that her condition had miraculously improved. He planned to take her out for a nice meal to celebrate. The restaurant they chose was very popular with two rows of people waiting for seats outside. So he and Dalilah sat down to wait.

As they waited, Sethos opened his phone and started scrolling through social media. As he scrolled, he came across a post from Kinich from the previous week: 'Together with her.'

Sethos squinted his eyes to take a closer look; the woman in Kinich's arms was none other than F/N. She had her long hair tied in a loose bun, her face beaming with a smile as she kissed Kinich's cheek.

Dalilah noticed something was off and leaned over to look at his phone and her voice filled with excitement. “F/N found a rich boyfriend. I didn't expect her to find a new boyfriend so quickly. It seems she didn't care much about you...”

Sethos cut her off. “Don't jump to conclusions. She's obviously doing this to get back at me.”

“How can that be?” Dalilah scoffed. “She's already kissing him.”

“I need to find out what's going on.” Sethos hissed. “Dalilah, you go ahead and eat. I'll come back after I get to the bottom of this.”

He started his car and drove as fast as he could, one hand texting F/N. 'What's going on with you and him?' just as he sent the message, a red exclamation mark appeared next to it and Sethos realized F/N had changed her number.

Sethos rushed to the elevator and headed to the tenth floor of the apartment. He knocked on the door until his wrist was sore, but F/N never answered.

“You're under arrest for illegal harassment.” after some time, Sethos found himself pinned against the wall by two police officers.

“My girlfriend lives here.” Sethos argued.

“Officers.” a stranger appeared at the door. “Don't listen to him. I just moved in recently and I don't know this man at all.”

After work on Monday, Sethos found out Dalilah had somehow gotten into his place.

“I need to tell you something.” Sethos tossed his suitcase on the couch. “Since your condition has improved, you shouldn't stay at my place anymore. I've helped you fulfil your wishes. So go back to your own home.”

Later as he was about to take a shower, he passed Dalilah's room and thought to check if she had packed her things. Then, he overheard her talking on the phone with a friend.

“What should I do?” Dalilah wailed. “He wants to kick me out again. I regret saying my condition improved.”

“Then, just tell him your stomach cancer worsened.” the friend suggested. “Tell him that your last wish is to be a bride and he will have to marry you. Cry in front of him again and repeat the whole act. He'll be under your thumb in no time.”

Dalilah had just nodded when her door flung open. She turned around and was stunned to see Sethos in the doorway.

“So, your stomach cancer was a lie?” Sethos glared. “You've been playing me this whole time?”

Dalilah tried to act clueless. “No, Sethos. Listen to me...”

“You made me feel like a joke.” Sethos shoved Dalilah out. “Get out! I never want to see you again. Leave and don't ever come back.” he tossed Dalilah's suitcase out ten minutes later.

A/N: Kinich fic No. 4; I'm pulling for him for my baby account.

[artemismoorea03]

Ok, but for your amusement, might I suggest:

Tucker decides Danny needs a break and a shot at a love life. Tucker blackmails Danny into ATTENDING (though he makes the mistake of not specifying for how long) and Danny runs into a bored Wayne kid. Neither want to be there. Both were blackmailed with the kindest intentions. Both decide to team up to make their well-meaning but obnoxious meddlers pay.

I MIGHT HAVE GONE A LITTLE CRAZY WITH A REPLY HOLY FUCK, I'M SO SORRY. WARNINGS FOR THE END: MENTIONS OF GUNS, THREATS OF VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE. Happy ending <3

"Danny, you need a break." Tucker said, and Danny sighed.

"This again? Guys, I'm fine."

"You're not fine, Danny." Sam insisted, standing next to Tucker. She had originally struck up this conversation when they were still in Amity Park. "You're going through a lot right now and you need a distraction that isn't work or ghost related. Gardening didn't work-" Because he froze every plant he touched, "Meditation didn't work-" because when he closed his eyes and tried to relax he would have flashbacks about the countless things he'd seen since the accident. "So the next step is dating."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Hard pass."

"Come on dude, Sam is right. If nothing else you can at least do some people watching and get to know the city better!"

Danny simply continued to scroll on Tiktok, wondering how hard it would be to do one of those dancing videos he saw everywhere. Then again he'd actually need to know how to dance for that to work. He was so busy looking at the video he didn't notice the glance his friends passed between each other before they sighed.

"You've given us no choice, Danny." Sam said, "Tucker."

Tucker held a phone out to Danny to make him see the screen as Danny's face burned red at the picture. It was a picture of him in his Phantom form after a fight with Skulker where a good chunk of his suit had been destroyed, showing off more than Danny was comfortable with.

"DUDE! I told you to delete that!" Danny said, jumping off the couch towards Tucker who was pulled out of the way by Sam who then armed herself with a frying pan. "Delete it, guys!"

"No way! And if you don't at least get out of this house and at least make a friend I'm going to make a Phantom Dating Profile using this picture!"

"You wouldn't dare." Danny glared.

"Try us." Sam said, "We'll even send it through the Ghost Zone now that the Phantom Phones are working we're bound to get some replies from interested ladies."

Danny faultered, then groaned. "Fine."

"Hell yeah, we even made it easy for you." Sam said, handing Danny a piece of laminated plastic. "One ticket to the Wayne Gala this weekend. Tucker got permission for two people to go with him. Which means the three of us are going to a party!"

"A party. A Wayne run party? You guys are just begging for trouble." Danny sighed, "Besides, I don't own a tux, remember?"

"Leave that to me."

Two days later the party arrived and the three of them walked up the drive towards the building where the event was being held.

Sam was wearing a beautiful A-Line dress that was jet black in color with a rose shaped black bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist over the back of her hand and connected to her middle finger.

Tucker was wearing a black suit with a white button up shirt with slight rose shaped patterns on it, a black tie and a thin gold chain connected to his left vest pocket. he looked very sofisticated.

Danny felt like a fool though. Silently wishing he had never let Sam pick out his clothes. He was wearing a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing the black compression sleeve on his left hand, a gray vest, black suit pants, black shoes and a black tie. He was wearing a silver watch on his right hand which served as a ghost portal maker in emergencies.

He also knew that the 'pocket watch' in Tucker's Pocket was the same kind of device, and the rose Sam was wearing would release harmless smoke out of it if they needed a distraction.

Danny still felt like this was a bad idea. No, actually, this was a terrible idea. Not only because he looked out of place compared to his friends but compared to the rest of the party he hardly seemed like he fit in. He was going to draw so much attention to himself.

They walked to the front doors, showing their invitations and id's to the guards before walking inside. It wasn't as loud as some other parties they'd seen since coming to Gotham but it also was more crowded. There were people everywhere in expensive outfits, talking about... something that sounded like rich person gossip, it was boring.

"Have fun you two, don't make fools out of yourselves." Sam said, waving as she walked over to mingle with a young woman with blonde hair and another girl with short black hair, both seemed to recognize her.

"Oh, hey those guys are from my team, I'll catch you later, Danny. I wanna talk shop." Tucker said, rushing off just as quickly as Sam did as Danny sighed.

'I wanna go home.' He thought as he began to wade through the sea of people, trying to find his way to a wall where he could make himself look as small as possible. Not that it would be hard, his body was so busy developing new powers all the time it had decided that he didn't need to grow anymore after he turned 16 and stuck him at a solid 5'6".

He finally found his way to a corner, letting out a sigh as he sat down on a chair and looked out at the party happening all around him. He started to subconsciously count the people in the room, even going so far as to closed his eyes and sensed the very souls in the room. 56 people in his room, 17 in the room Sam was in, 10 upstairs. Danny then opened his eyes and got a sense for the room in another way. 45 windows lined the entire South side of the building if he was going his math right, with two sets of double doors near the front of the building. The building was mostly open floorplan which helped keep an eye on everybody but in an emergency it would be a stampede.

A man walked over, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall with a growl. He was wearing clothes similar to Danny's but with a red shirt, but what caught Danny's attention was how he felt. He was luminal but not like Sam who felt like a walk through the garden or Tucker who felt like gritty sand, no the feeling that came from this man was like fire. A burning pain that also felt like grease stuck to the back of Danny's throat.

He was luminal but the ectoplasm that made him luminal was so fucking tainted that it made Danny want to gag.

Seeming to notice Danny's glance the man looked back at him.

"What?" He growled.

"Nothing, just thought your hair was cool." Danny said, noting the white streak at the front of his bangs.

The man blinked, touching his hair. He was about Danny's age if he had to guess, maybe a bit older.

"Thanks. It's a birthmark." He grumbled, but Danny could tell that it was probably a sore subject. If death turned his hair white he could only assume it did the same to this guy too. "What's your name kid? Never seen you at one of these boring as parties."

"Danny. Danny Fenton. And I'm not a kid, I'm 19."

"Same age as me, neat. The name's Jason." Jason introduced, himself. "You work at Wayne Enterprises?"

"Kinda, I'm just the janitor, my friend was the one who was invited. I'm just one of his plus ones."

"Yikes, what'd you do to deserve a punishment like that?" Jason asked as Danny laughed.

"My friends decided that going to work then living as some kind of godless cryptid that sleeps the rest of the day 'isn't healthy' so they dragged me out here in hopes that I'll make friends. Though they may have heavily implied that they expected me to either find a date or hook up with somebody while I was here. When I said no, they blackmailed me here. I'm just hoping that if I stay small and don't complain then they'll just let me exist without getting in my face for a while. What about you, what are you in for?"

Jason hummed and nodded, "Similar story. My dad and siblings are all here and said that if I didn't at least make an appearance this time that they would hide some of my books. Among other things. Plus my older brother used the whole 'you never spend time with us' whimper while my two sisters gave me puppy dog eyes."

Danny and Jason sighed before Danny looked at him. "Wanna hang out so they think we're playing nice and leave us alone?"

"Sure." Jason chuckled, "So which ones are your friends?"

"That one there." Danny said pointing to Tucker, "Tucker Foley, he works as a Programmer at WE. Then over there is Sam Mason, she works as a Gardener."

Jason's eyes widened, "Doesn't your friend Sam work at the Wayne Manor?"

"Yeah? How do you know that?"

"My dad is Bruce Wayne." He said, his eyes going to Tucker before they landed back on Danny and he laughed. "Wait. You're that Janitor?"

Danny swallowed a lump in his throat. "I don't understand?"

"My dad came home one day and said that somebody told him that there was information happening at Wayne Enterprises that was above his paygrade an we've been teasing him about it for weeks. Now every time he asks anything we reply with 'that's above your paygrade, Bruce'."

Danny groaned, his cheeks burning red. "Oh my god, I can't believe this. I didn't even mean to say that, I just panicked when he suddenly showed up in storage for no reason and caught me... uh... testing stuff."

"Testing stuff?" Jason asked as Danny nodded.

"Y-yeah. See, I work as a janitor because I didn't graduate high school and unlike Tucker I can't just breeze through school and show off my hacking skills to get a job. So I've been using some of the tech that gets thrown away to make something that would help me temporarily lift some of the fragile heavy objects around the building and place them harmlessly down so I can clean under them. But then Bruce caught me, I panicked and that was my reply." Danny was quick to explain, which wasn't a lie he was working on something like that but it was for the Ghost Zone to help him move some heavy things around his Lair and hold down things that often floated off for no damn reason.

"You know, that does explain a couple of things. I can't imagine your boss seeing you mess with tech would be a fun thing to explain. But... if you're so smart why didn't you graduate?"

Danny shook his head, "I'm not smart, I mean not like Tucker or Sam or my family. My sister is in Metropolis studying Psychology and is already a good way through her degree because she graduated a year early. Tucker and Sam graduated and are both working on getting degrees in something but nah, school just wasn't something I could do. Sitting behind a desk learning from a book isn't my thing. I'm better at using my hands, figuring stuff out on the fly, and trial and error shit."

Jason thought about this for a moment before he smiled. "I don't blame you, school is bullshit. Just like stupid galas."

"Mhm..."

Jason suddenly smiled, "Dude, I have the best idea to get back at all of them."

Danny smiled back, "Oh, you have all of my attention."

That one choice was how Danny ended up leaning against a wall closer to the crowd while Jason loomed with one hand near his head, talking to him about absolutely nothing important just to play the position while Danny occasionally chuckled. To anybody outside of the conversation it was supposed to look like they were flirting, which in a way they were but they also weren't.

"Do you like raisins? How about a date?"

Danny chuckled, at the horrible pickup line. "Excuse me, sir, do you have the time? I would like to know the exact time when I got a crush on you."

Jason snorted, "Are you a magnet? Because you sure are attracting to me."

Noticing Tucker and Sam looking his way Danny reached up and gently touched Jason's black tie to sell it more, but he was careful not to touch Jason otherwise. "Let's flip a coin." He told the taller man, "Heads I'm yours, tails you're mine."

Jason's cheek got ever so slightly red as he cleared his throat. "Are you a parking ticket, because you've got fine written all over you." He said as Danny chuckled again, watching Sam and Tucker quickly walk away to give Danny privacy.

"If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber."

Jason relaxed again at the cheesy flirt as Danny touched the silk tie in his hands. Not because he was actively trying to flirt with Jason but because it felt really nice and expensive. Jason snapped him out of his thoughts with another flirt. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or shall I walk by again?"

Before Danny could think of another flirt another man walked over, this one about 24 or so in age. He had wavy black hair and blue eyes with tan skin.

"Little Wing! Who's your friend?"

"Ugh." Jason groaned, moving slightly as Danny let go of his tie. "Take a hint, Dickie-Bird." He groaned.

The new person simply ignored Jason though and held out his hand.

"Hi! I'm Dick, Jason's older brother."

Danny shook his hand, "Danny. Danny Fenton, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, Danny! You look a little young to be working at WE, are you here with somebody?"

"A bit of both, I'm a janitor at WE but I'm here with my friend Tucker."

"Really? That's awesome! How old are you, Danny?"

"I'm 19."

This seemed to relieve Dick in a way that confirmed any suspicion that Danny had about him checking to make sure Jason wasn't doing anything illegal though he found himself ever so slightly annoyed. Did he look that young? No, people were just blind.

"Neat! Well, I just wanted to make sure Little Wing here didn't ditch the party, so I'll let you guys go back to what you were doing. Have fun~" He said, then walked away as Danny chuckled and looked at Jason.

"'Little Wing'?"

"Dick gives everybody nicknames, it's stupid. Now, where were we?" He asked, suddenly slamming his hand back by Danny's head as his cheeks grew warm. "Oh, that's right, I was going to out cheese you with these stupid fuckin' flirts."

Danny snorted, "Do you play soccer? Because you look like a keeper."

"I'm studying to be a historian. I'm really interested in finding a date."

This continued for a long time until they ran out of flirts and by that point Bruce Wayne was about to do a speech. At least that was the plan until suddenly the doors slammed open as party was crashed by a large group of people all wearing matching masks. Masks that looked like Ghostface from Scream.

There were at least twenty of them, all heavily armed with guns that they fired into the air. Jason cursed and Danny quickly grabbed him by the arm.

"Don't." He said, looking for Sam and Tucker who were trapped on the other side of the room. They were separated, they were in a large room but with so many people they might have been trapped in a hallway. "Where's your family?"

Jason looked around, "I see my dad and youngest brother. My two sisters are with your friend Sam. I don't see the other three though."

Danny shook off the question of 'just many of you are there' and instead nodded. "Okay, my friends are together too. So we should stick together, everybody else is in groups. Rushing anywhere now might start a stampede."

Jason frowned then glared at the criminals who were pointing their guns at everybody.

"Okay~ I think it's time we get this party started. Now, let's make this easy. If you don't actively work at Wayne Enterprises or aren't related to Wayne Family via blood or adoption get on your stomachs on the ground, the rest of you stay on your feet."

"They're looking for somebody..." Jason mumbled as Danny nodded.

The majority of the crowd laid down while only about a third of the crowd remained standing allowing them to see each individual person.

"Very good!" The criminal in charge praised and looked around. "Now, anybody who makes the wrong move will get one of the people laying on the ground killed. I know a lot of you are stupid enough to try to play heroes so instead of you getting shot we'll shoot whoever is closest to us."

"Shit." Danny and Jason both said together before passing a glance at one another.

The one in charge looked around again until he looked at Danny and pointed at him. "You. Step up."

"No way." Jason said as the man pointed a gun at a young woman who sobbed in fear.

"No no, it's okay. I'm coming." Danny said, patting Jason's arm as he walked carefully through the crowd towards the gunmen.

"Nice to see you again, brat." Hissed the man as Danny raised a brow. Before he could question it though the man pointed to Bruce Wayne. "You. Step up."

"Father." The young kid standing next to Bruce Wayne said going to argue but Bruce just told him to stay put then walked towards them. Bruce kept his hands up, looking at Danny with a clear look of recognition.

"Why don't you let the kids go, there's not a lot of them but those who are here don't need to be involved in whatever demands you have." Bruce said.

"Hah, no way, Bruice-Boy." Hissed the man as two of his men grabbed Bruce by his wrists, yanking his arms behind his back and knocking him back down to his knees. "We came here today for you, but damn we're lucky that this one is here. See, if it weren't for the kid here-" The man grabbed Danny by the front of his suit, shoving the barrel against his chin. "We wouldn't need to do this. This is what happens when you meddle, brat."

Danny's heart sank before he glared. "It's you. You're that bastard who boke in a few weeks ago!"

"Yeah! And if you had just minded your damn business this wouldn't be happening now. If you had just let us do what we were going to do then it wouldn't be a problem."

"You were trying to burn down part of the building with people still inside, I wasn't going to let you."

"And how is that turning out for you now, brat? Hm?" He moved the gun from Danny's chin as shoved Danny back into the arms of two more men who grabbed Danny's arms and shoved them behind his back but let him stay on his feet. "Now, Mr. Wayne, let me explain. See, you and your company were trying to find a cure for something found in the water supply that was making some kids sick, but see were were making a lot of money selling the cure at the highest price. We were going to destroy your progress but unfortunately we were stopped by another kid who thought he was a hero. So, this is what we're going to do. You're good at fundraising so you're going to help us fundraise ransoms for each and every one of these people from their own pockets. The more a person pays the more limbs they get to keep. We'll start at 20,000 per limb." He pointed his gun at Jason. "We'll start with the young man closest to doing something stupid."

Danny growled, glancing at Sam and Tucker. Their eyes met and Danny flashed them green. Sam nodded then with a swift motion told her friends something before smashing her bracelet on the ground.

In an instant their area filled with smoke that rushed out covering the men with smoke and protecting the majority of the crowd laying on the ground in a layer of smoke while only those standing could be seen. Danny reacted as well, knowing that more people would be able to see him . Dropping his full weight down he yanked the two men holding him together as they smashed their heads together and let him go. Danny then elbowed the one to his right in the crotch before standing up, grabbing the barrel of his gun and yanking it upwards, squeezing the metal so the gun would be unusable before he pulled it from the mans hand. Flipping on the safety of the gun he spun it and smacked the man in the temple with the butt.

Danny spun the gun, moving it to his left hand before disarming the man of his gun and kicking it into the smoke in the direction of the stairs in hopes of keeping it away from people. Snapping out of their dazes Bruce and Jason also seemed to react as Bruce slammed his head back, breaking the nose of one of the men before elbowing one in the center of the chest knocking the breath out of him while Jason grabbed the barrel of the gun the main guy was using and shoved it up, causing the gun to go up and break some of the ceiling plaster but preventing people from getting hit. Deciding to leave those men to those two Danny go to work again, but this time in a slightly different way.

He hated fighting humans.

They were too fleshy and not durable like ghosts so he chose not to fight and the smoke provided the perfect cover as he froze the feet of the enemies who were still posing threats while mysterious snake like shapes wriggled under the smoke and yanked the men under to where they would later be found wrapped up in plants or ice. One by one the men were taken down until there was a pained cry that made Danny turn when he heard Bruce shout.

"Jason!"

Danny turned, seeing Jason rubbing at his face. There as a cut above his brows from a knife. He had managed to get the gun from the man but he had pulled out a knife.

Protect.

Danny snarled, taking a step forward as the man went to stab Jason. Danny and Bruce moved at the same time with Bruce covering his son. But Danny made it to them before the man could make contact and he got in the way of the attack. Danny held the wrists of the man as he barred his teeth.

Danny shoved the mans hands upwards, knocking him back slightly before he spun and did a roundhouse kick. An attack that he might have put just a bit too much power into as the man was thrown a good ten feet backwards towards the stairs and the doors that he had broken down. Danny could hear the man wheezing and coughing, seeing him flailing desperately under the smoke but not getting up.

No sooner did Danny relax and turn back to the Bruce and Jason then did Batman (who seemed shorter today for some reason), Red Robin and Signal showed up with the police and a verity of confused looks.

"You sure you're okay?" Danny asked Jason who nodded, his forehead bandaged.

"Just a scratch, headwounds bleed a lot. I'm more confused what the hell just happened. Normally the bats react more quickly than that when they send in a smoke screen."

Danny chuckled, "You have a lot of experiences with the bats?"

"I'm a Wayne, it comes with the territory. Are your friends okay?" He asked as Danny looked towards Sam and Tucker who were mostly just waiting for Danny to finish but Tucker was also hacking on his phone to erase whatever data he could from the security cameras as he possibly could.

"They're fine. I'm going to get an earful for being reckless though."

"I don't think you were reckless. But... how did you learn to fight like that?"

"Uh... long story. Where we come from though the saying 'fight or die' was serious and there were daily reminders of it. But again... long story."

Jason nodded, looking drained. "Well... I know that this whole thing was just a way to get our groups off of our backs but how would you like to get dinner together some day? Just as friends, I mean I'm not against maybe trying some day but right now I kinda wanna get to know you. Besides, I'd like to thank you for protecting me and my dad."

Danny thought for a moment before he smiled. "Sure." He reached into his pocket and handed Jason his phone. Jason typed in his number then handed the phone back. "Get home safe, Jason."

"You too, Danny."

Danny started walking away when Bruce suddenly called out.

"Danny." Danny stopped and turned towards his boss, shrinking down slightly before Bruce smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"All good."

"Are you sure? You did really well out there but if you're hurt you should get looked out."

"I'm not hurt, Mr. Wayne, I promise. Just really tired."

"Alright, if you're sure." Bruce moved his hand and smiled, "Thanks for saving us, Danny."

"Any time, Mr. Wayne, but let's not make a habit out of it, okay? I moved to Gotham to get away from craziness like that." He said, waving his hand as he walked to his friends as he wrapped his arms over both of their shoulders and they made their way home.

"So, you guys have fun?" Sam asked as Danny looked at her.

"You know what... kinda, yeah. At least until the end."

"Did you get his number?" Wondered Tucker.

"Of course I did."

[spiceofvy]

Hi! Can I please request relationship headcanons for BTS members with a non celebrity, female reader? Thank you ❤️

BTS - Dating a non celebrity

a/n: omg this is my first time writing about the vocal line, so i'm kinda nervous right now, but also i really like how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy it too! also i'm super sorry but i totally forgot that you asked for a fem!reader. the headcanons honestly wouldn't have been any different except for me using gendered language anyway. so i hope you still like it!

cws: sfw, gender neutral reader, fluff, nothing to note here tbh, except for one (1) slightly sexual line (hoseok ofc)

Seokjin: No matter how many prizes he wins, how much the newspapers praise him, at the end of the day the only compliments that matter to him are those coming from you. He wants to hear how much you love his voice, how good he looked, how amazed you were by his performance. He's only satisfied with his work when you declare how utterly and irrevocably in love you are with him. But don't worry, he will return all this love whenever he can, calling you the cutest nicknames, cooking for you whenever you want and believe me when I tell you that this man will show you off to everyone. He wants everyone to know how amazing you are and that you are his to love.

Hoseok: Hoseok sees his main goal in being your boyfriend and an idol in being able to spoil you rotten. Shirts from his favorite designers, tailored jeans to make sure that you legs always look perfect, the most expensive shoes you've ever worn. What's the point in being rich if he doesn't spend the money on you? And you really can't get him to stop, even if you make more money than him. He will still feel the need to spoil you. And of course drown you in compliments. Tracing his hands over your body as you try on some tight clothes, making sure they highlight all his favorite parts of you. Just to rip those clothes off of you at home later.

Yoongi: I know it's a cliche, but he writes love songs about you. And sad songs when he misses you on tour. And happy songs when he sees you sleep on the couch on the studio, feeling completely at peace with him. He just writes a lot of songs about you. You are his inspiration and his muse. Many of those songs never get released, they stay between the two of you, shared during emotional moments, followed by soft talking and sweet kisses. You are also Holly's co-parent. And in almost every photo Yoongi has in his Holly-Journal. He doesn't mind keeping you away from the public, unless it's about the basketball games he gets invited to, especially if you also love the game. He is pretty sad about not being able to also share this passion of his with you.

Namjoon: He is obsessed with your normal day to day life. Which he honestly misses a lot. Please tell him about your run to the grocery store, how overrun the subway was, the cute dog you saw today. He loves to hear about it all and will never get tired of hearing you talk about your day. He sometimes just wants to take you on walks through the city, but due to his popularity it's really hard. So he just schedules those walks to the night, when it's raining and the streets are empty. He also low key posts you on his insta. He is the king of soft launching. There are your shoes in the background, two bowls of food on the table, a sweater he's never seen wearing before on the couch, a shadow in the mirror in the background. It's his favorite little game, how well he can hide you in open sight.

Jimin: You are his number one tripod for his content. He 100 percent trusts you vision when it comes to filming his dance videos or taking his photos. Even if you have no former experience in those areas. He also takes you everywhere! This man is absolutely shameless in taking you to work with him. He doesn't even care if his explanations, why he needs you at set with him all the time are not making sense. He introduced you at one photoshoot first as his personal assistant in addition to his actual assistant, later as his translator the shooting was in korea so no need for a translator and his emotional support human okay this was probably a joke on his side. No one ever dares to object anyways. Including those times when he uses his times with highly ranked stylists to get you set up with some pretty new clothes instead of preparing for his upcoming comeback.

Taehyung: He is in desperate need for a calm spot of comfort in his life and you are that to him. Far away from all the hectic that comes with being an Idol you are his home and the place where he can 100 percent be himself. After a long day he loves nothing more than to fall onto the couch next to you and hug you tightly until he falls asleep. As you talk about your day, petting his soft hair. When he can't come home to you, he calls you in the evening when he is in bed at some hotel on the other side of the world. Just needing to hear your voice to finally calm his mind. Additionally Yeontan loves you almost as much as he loves Tae so you are the perfect dog sitter, and yes this includes managing the scheduled facetimes between the two of them when Tae is on tour.

Jungkook: Please note that he will kick you out of whatever room he wants to stream in, when he streams. Your shared apartment? No it's his personal filming studio and you live in it. I hope you are good at turning off cameras without being visible on them, because that is your job whenever he falls asleep on the camera. But all jokes aside he is always so excited to come to you after streams, asking if you watched it. You didn't need to, because you could hear him in the next room over, but just say yes, because he loooves you validation. "Did you like that photoshoot I did? What do you think about my dancing in that tiktok? Did I sound good during that performances?" It's almost as bad as Jin but Jungkook pairs it with his huge pretty puppy eyes, tearing into your soul. Also, he will tease you with his song lyrics, especially the spicy ones. Just to get really flustered by your answer afterwards.

[kylieswift31]

Midnights Mayhem with Me!

I’m going to call it, the 9/11 on the MMwM was about the buildup to the VMA’s with the intention of creating a split in the narrative.

Taylor singing “I kissed a girl and I liked it” was for the gaylors and ending the night with thanking “my boyfriend Travis” was for the swifties. She held out for so long and did it on stage when all eyes were on her to create the most impact. This provides more proof on both sides with the gaylors seeing it as yet another PR move and encouraged the swifties to think they’ve won the battle.

For now we’re left with an ultimatum between track 1 with ‘lavender haze’ and track 5 with ‘you’re on your own kid’. And all of this was just the test run, the finale is still yet to come. I’m putting my money on the finale, and potentially the final show of the eras tour, being an ultimatum between Taylor Swift (Taylor’s Version) and Reputation (Taylor’s Version). 💚🖤

This is a long one, but I promise it’s worth it x

MMwM recap

13 - Taylor Swift

87 - Travis Kelce

6/23 - T&T on stage

9/11 - VMA’s

1, 5, 10, 12, 4 - ?

“I put the money in the bag and I stole the keys. That was the last time you ever saw Me!” The man wall is a decoy roadmap for the swifties and the MMwM track list is the cypher for the gaylors (the missing polaroid and the woman in ❤️).

The MMwM name itself seems to be a reference to how Taylor has blended queer references into her lyrics with a pattern of Men, Men, (Women), Men. Hence the McDonald’s references. “MMM, I’m (NOT) loving’ it” vs “A happy meal 🍔🍟💗”

Track 9 -bejewelled

She emphasised the with part of MMwM. And the tartan print matching Taylor’s VMA outfit? 💀 also note 9/11 was mentioned in her acceptance speech while wearing this outfit. I cant help but think the VMA’s were always planned to be on this date and Taylor planned around it. Either way, mentioning 9/11 in one speech and Travis in the other is confirmation for both sides in one night.

Track 11- karma

Outfit matching with the giant version of Taylor in the anti hero music videos. “Good evening.” This connection to the VMA’s confirms my suspicions of where we are in the Truman show timeline, with the anti hero music video recreating the first half of the movie. Notice the applause after Truman is reunited with his father is what Taylor described in her second speech of the night.

The remaining five

The following is my prediction of what’s still to come. Track 11 is where we’re at in terms of eras and solved clues. The last five were all released on the same day, so it’s worth considering this date and the time these ones were released.

Track 1- lavender haze

12am - Meet Me! (Taylor’s Version) at midnight. The five cats on her shirt. She said “The tension is palpable.” and the caption says it’s “Gonna be a wild ride 😜”. I feel like this MMwM is leading us back to the beginning so Taylor can finally move forwards.

1+5=6

Debut 💚 vs reputation 🖤

“If all you want is (track fives) for me, then it’s just white noise”

It’s fascinating that her real cats in the funeral scene picture represent debut, speak now and TTPD. These are based on the cats musical characters and Benjamin Button specifically represents the process of going back in time to reclaim her masters. If we’re going all the way back to the start then reclaiming her name is the destination.

Swifties have been so focused on anticipating reputation 🖤 and karma 🧡 that they’ve skimmed over everything else going on in the process. This created a decoy with 🧡🖤 as the 🥕 carrot dangling in front of the horse, distracting the majority from seeing the forest for the trees. Meanwhile gaylors are Chad in the funeral scene pretending that they don’t know about the secret encoded messages.

“A rose by any other name is a scandal” 🎃🐈‍⬛

Track 5- you’re on your own kid

1am - 1 vs many. This one took a long time to get the ball out of the bingo cage and the caption says “I promise it’s worth the wait 🌌”. This emoji is the Milky Way, a galaxy of a billion stars.

Star 🌟 vs galaxy 🌌

There’s rumours that the Truman show was based on Princess Diana or Michael Jackson, but it’s come to represent many versions of fame and social media as technology has advanced over time. Seeing the many dedications to Britney Spears at the VMA’s and the outer space themes just highlights the fact that Taylor is not the only one who feels trapped in the web of being a celebrity (World Wide Web🕸️).

Taylor™ is Truman™, but so is everyone else within the industry. Robin Williams™, Michael Jackson™ and Princess Diana™ were all Truman™. Britney™ is Truman™. They’re all Truman™ because unlike the Truman show, the cycle of new stars doesn’t end. The free Britney movement highlighted her struggles as a star 🌟, but then everyone moved on once the conservatorship came to an end. They were so blinded by the details of Britney’s life that they didn’t look up and notice that her star was shining amongst a galaxy full of stars 🌌 in the same position.

“Stars, do you like dem?” 🥹

Track 10- labyrinth (swiftie pov)

2am - 2 narratives. I feel like this is the point where swifties get stuck in the loop of demanding reputation and feeling like they’ve won the tayvis debate. The green gingham skirt matches Taylor’s outfit from the tennis match, which many swifties have used as evidence to confirm their view of the relationship. They’ll either stay here believing they’re on the right path anticipating an engagement right up until the end or will slowly start to come around to our point of view.

Track 10- labyrinth (gaylor pov)

2am - 2 narratives. Gaylors on the other hand saw through the tennis appearance with how their behaviour differed from everyone else around them, but the tennis reference still applies. The lilac short skirt from the for a fortnight challenge matches the skirt from blank space. It’s Travis’s ‘favourite’ song for a reason and we all know what that song implies. The shirt from the labyrinth clip is also a match to the anti hero challenge where she’s holding Benji like a baby. This feels like an acknowledgment of the “childless cat lady” being the correct path to follow.

On the Jimmy Fallon show Taylor invited us to go down the rabbit hole with her. If the rabbit hole is a labyrinth, it’s not a maze of tunnels with multiple endings. A labyrinth is a journey along a single path with one destination at the end. In the end only one side of the swiftie/gaylor debate can be right.

I mentioned earlier that the MMwM was a cypher. This is a form of communication that’s only understood through the use of a key. This is similar to how queer flagging works, both people need to have the prior knowledge of queer culture to interpret the message correctly. Gaylors have picked up on the deeper meaning of Taylor’s story because we’re all viewing it through a queer lens. Swifties on the other hand use this process in a more obvious way with friendship bracelets, hand hearts and merchandise.

To the swifties the rabbit hole is a cave like chamber, whereas gaylors hold the key that unlocks the door to the tunnel. We’re going to receive more backlash than ever following 9/11 because they don’t realise that the rabbit hole continues.

“I’ll follow you, follow you home

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous

I, I, I like it”

🕳️🐇

Track 12- sweet nothing

Swiftie ending? Nothing of note in this one, but I do think this is the point where we’re all on board and the tail end is to provide an insight to what the swifties will experience.

[Alexa, play your on your own kid! 🫡]

On the new heights podcast Travis described his outfit from the tennis appearance as an ode to the 1960’s cartoon character Mr Magoo, with the bucket hat and suspenders. Mr Magoo’s character is known for driving around blindly due to an extreme case of short sightedness. “You never saw the signs (I gave so many signs)”. He gets into many predicaments caused by his stubborn refusal to admit that his eye sight is a problem.

There’s also a business based term called Mr Magoo syndrome. It describes how someone has to water down the truth so much it distills every nuance of a complex issue to create a palatable version for the recipient to understand it. But then in the process they become trapped and have to continue having a shallow conversation that lacks the truth they began with.

The purpose of the Truman show is to encourage the viewer to see the director’s role in the story. Truman became Truman™ at a young age to fit in, but then became trapped living a lie because the director wasn’t able to see what’s inside Truman’s head.

All of this, combined with the lack of understanding to decipher Taylor’s lyrics through a queer lens is why the gaylors are right and the swifties are wrong.

To some extent they’re playing the role of director in Taylor’s version of the Truman show. Not being able to see what’s inside Taylor’s heart has kept her performing for them from the very beginning of her career. She has been watering down her truth the whole time because she wanted the swifties to stay.

“All this showmanship to keep it for you in *sweetness*”

TTPD is a goodbye to the swifties that will leave and a peace offering to the ones who will linger in the hopes they’ll stay. 🤍🖤

Track 4- snow on the beach feat LDR

Gaylor ending? “The season finale of Midnights Mayhem with Me, with QUITE the twist of an ending…”

[Alexa, play maroon! 💋]

Jack plays Taylor’s muse in the bejewelled music video to provide a neutral option on both sides, but what if it’s more than that? What if “karma is my boyfriend” is a reference to what Jack has been able to do to help not just Taylor, but help unite many others in the industry?When all eyes were on Truman, his best friend Marlon was working behind the scenes to make sure everything was in order. For the plan to have the biggest impact it was integral that Truman kept up the facade of Truman™, knowing that faltering so close to the finish line would prevent him from escaping when everyone least expected it. This is the role Jack would be fulfilling for Taylor now. “Every bait and switch was a work of art”.

Everyone in the industry that feels like Taylor™ is going through what Taylor describes in ‘I can do it with a broken heart’. “All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting ‘MORE’”. More of Truman™. More access to their private life. More influence on their choices. More, more, more, forevermore.

In the end Truman’s turning point was seeing how far the director was willing to go to force him to stay. He wanted Truman to help conceive the next version of Truman™. This push to repeat the cycle is what’s motivating Taylor to go through with it now. “You look like *Taylor Swift* in this light, we’re loving it” 🌟 And Travis is the key for the swifties to be able to see the bigger picture because just like the director, the swifties have been predictable enough that Taylor’s been able to plan things like this years in advance.

“Two graves, one gun”

🕳️🕳️🌈

Others have played a role in influencing Taylor need to stay in the role of Taylor™, but now that Taylor is focused on sharing her side of the story we’re starting to see the role she’s started playing as the best friend and director for the next generation of artists.

“Karma takes all my friends to the summit” 🌋

“All you did was smile ‘cause I’m a mastermind” 🙂‍↕️

A tortured poet,

Kylie x

P.S. I’ve been sharing more of my thoughts on x lately @kylieswift31 if you want to stay up to date x

🌌

[bluedalahorse]

I think I’ll say this once, since I need to say it before I can move on to more excited posting about promos and things:

Obviously Young Royals means a lot to me. It’s become another way for me to connect with my hyphenated-American heritage and to start teaching myself Swedish again. It helped me survive a pretty brutal year of bullying at work. It made me confident enough to start the process of getting formally evaluated for autism and ADHD. I’ve been writing a 200k+ historical AU fanfic for YR—the kind of fic I always read and adored back in fandoms when I was younger, the kind of fic I wanted to write myself. I’m proud of the way that Heart and Homeland has made me a better writer, and I’m glad for the way it’s deepened my friendship with @heliza24. It is Young Royals in part that inspired by thesis on restorative justice in YA literature. When I was in the hospital last fall because I almost had a literal stroke from stress, I was comforted and kept calm by the fact that I was wearing a YR t-shirt and had a plush doll of a YR character sitting in my lap. And all of that is the short list.

As we come close to the release date, I hope that every single member of the fandom gets something they enjoy in the new season. I don’t think every person is going to get everything they want, but I genuinely hope there’s a moment, a scene, a line that brings them joy. We’ve all stuck with this series for a while, and I want us all to have something we can take with us. A little bit of sparkle for the road, if you will.

There’s of course the possibility that some of us get a lot of what we want, and others of us are let down. I know this was the case for season 2, and it feels naive to imagine that everyone in the fandom will be equally satisfied by season 3. I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’ll enjoy the hell out of it, but I’m also trying to prepare my heart in case it’s not what I wanted. I’m trying to gently talk to myself right now and say that even if the third season leaves me upset and unsatisfied—even if the writing takes a nosedive or it’s good writing but it’s just not what I wanted—that I still learned a lot about crafting stories and being myself and surviving hardship and thinking about systems and whatever else, from this show. That my experience with the first two seasons still matters, that my work on my fic is something to be proud of. If season 3 is a disappointment, Heart and Homeland will be my new canon. I’m sure there are other people out there talking themselves up in this way too. I know we’re all pushing through the pre-season jitters.

The other thing I’m trying to reconcile right now is how I feel about the promotional material that’s come out, and the conversations around that. Like on my own, I actually feel pretty great? It’s fun to see the new stuff come in? But then I think about the ratio of Wilmon to other things and some of the responses I’m seeing to that. And I see people say like “oh the show is back to focusing on what’s actually good about it” and “it’s great that they’re doing this because the audience doesn’t really care about characters who aren’t Wilmon.” And… hello? Aren’t I the audience? Tumblr isn’t too bad (most of the time) but then there’s like, Instagram, where the Netflix Nordic posted whole set of photos of different pairs and friendships from a whole bunch of shows, and there was one (1) picture of Sara and Rousseau and I saw enough comments where people were like “ew! Vomit! Give us Wilmon instead!” that like… y’all. Frida Argento is a human being and a damn good actress, and Lisa is a good writer of female characters, and like. We can celebrate that, once in a while. We can create space for her too. It’s not Frida OR Omar and Edvin. It’s Frida AND Omar AND Edvin AND Nikita AND Malte AND Nathalie AND Mimmi AND Fabian AND Samuel AND… look I could keep on listing but I’m going to get distracted if I do.

Like, man. I love Wilmon. Don’t get me wrong. I love the complexity their relationship can run with. There are lines heliza has written for them in fic that make me swoon and I am giddy about the part where I get to read them first. I love the glowsticks. I love Wilmon’s sense of humor and the part where they cheated at Vincent’s rowing race thing and their utmost commitment to being dumbass teenage boys against the world. The first week I saw the show and came into work (where we have an athletic field) I went and took a selfie on the field after covering my hands in those gross fake dots. Look. I am all in.

And also… I came to the show for Wilmon but I stayed for so much more. I would have watched Young Royals once or twice and said “that was pleasant” without ever getting back into fanfic after a decade away, if the show was only Wilmon. I do like Wilmon, but it wasn’t Wilmon who inspired my thesis on restorative justice or made me a better writer overall. I survived that year of bullying at work because I could come home and write my ensemble fanfic, especially the parts where I focused on the non-Wilmon pairing I was in charge of writing. I finally felt confident enough to be evaluated for AuDHD because of a connection I felt to a character who wasn’t Simon or Wilhelm. It was a plush doll of a non-Wilmon character who sat in my lap and kept me calm while I was hooked up to those scary machines in the hospital this past October.

I guess my one humble request is that people be thoughtful about how they use phrases like “everyone thinks” or “no one wants.” Not every member of the fandom has the same opinion, and not every member wants the same things out of season 3, and there are some of us who are happy about the new Wilmon content but who are still feeling a little hungry for more of our most beloved characters, and hope they’ll get meaningful storylines (and not get ignored) in season 3. I do know we probably won’t all get what we want, and that some of us will probably get more of what we want than others. I hope that whatever happens, we’ll all get something we want, and we can all be gracious about it, and continue to find meaning in the canon.

For the people here on tumblr who are already including me in their everyone… thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope you know who you are and I hope you know how much I appreciate you. And I do hope this Little Fandom That Could can keep going into all sorts of new creative places.

[therubyfox]

So a year or two ago I saw this amazing post on tumblr about colour symbolism in Miraculous (I really wish I could source it here but I can’t find it anywhere I am literally kicking myself right now). Anyway, it is an incredible theory and once start seeing the connections you can’t stop. The basic idea is that the some of the colours that characters wear or are associated with symbolise their general motivations. The theory focuses specifically on the colours red, white and black. The meanings kind of evolved as more people reblogged but from what I remember the basic gist is this:

Red= duty / loyalty

White= control

Black= love

I think they actually said that black was romance, but that definition is just a little too limiting in my opinion and broadening in it out allows you to make more connections. I am also broadening out red as well to include loyalty for the same reasons (besides duty and loyalty are also pretty similar, so it’s not that much of a stretch).

Anyway, I bring this up because I saw the post at some point during season 4—definitely before the release of season 5 anyway, but looking back on the latest season just made me realise that oh my god they were so right. So, I’m just going to show you some of things I’ve noticed when it comes to this theory, especially surrounding season 5. (Buckle up guys, this is gonna be a long post).

But before I get into all that, I just want to mention that the placement of the clothing also informs the meaning behind the colour. This was also mentioned in the original post too I believe, but I can’t remember exactly how it worked so I’m just gonna put my own spin on it based on what I noticed.

So when I say the placement of the clothing I’m really just talking about whether the colour is the top or bottom layer of clothing—jacket vs. T-shirt, blazer vs. shirt etc.. The bottom layer is the character’s core motive, with the top layer being more secondary. A lot of the time the secondary motive informs the core one, so it kind of becomes the means with which they achieve their core motive. For example, a character wearing a red coat with a black T-shirt could be interpreted as loyalty or duty coming from a place a love—they do what they believe is right because of the people they love etc.

Ladybug / Marinette

Ok, time to put this theory into action, and what better place to start than the main character? Ladybug’s costume is pretty straightforward: red with black spots. The red obviously represents her duty as a hero, her main motive when in costume. and the spots could either represent her love for Paris or if you’re a Ladynoir shipper, her love for Chat Noir, it could really go either way.

Her civilian outfit is where it starts to get interesting though. Marinette wears a black blazer with a white top underneath. With the white as the core motive and the black as the secondary one, this indicates love from a place of control, and this is backed up by the events of show. Marinette clearly does love Adrien but she can also be very particular about how she approaches her love. She knows every detail about him, such as the schedule she has in “Copycat”, and feels the need to control every detail when she tries to confess to him, such as Operation: Secret Garden in “Gigantitan”. This controlling nature is only solidfied in the episode “Derision” after Kim pranks her on their date. “I should’ve had a plan […] I’ll never tell another boy that I love him before I know everything about him” (11:53-12:04).

Chat Noir / Adrien

Chat Noir is also pretty simple when it comes to colour symbolism in the show. His suit is all black, indicating that his main motive is love. In earlier seasons this most likely symbolised his love for Ladybug but now that he is with Marinette we can assume that it symbolises his generally loving attitude, whether it be towards his friends, family, maybe even Paris itself.

His civilian clothing also points to this same idea, with his T-shirt being black. Adrien also has a white over shirt, but rather than this representing some need for control, I’d argue this more so symbolises Gabriel’s control over him, which of course, does inform a lot of Adrien’s actions. Gabriel’s control pushes the black down another layer—it suppresses it. Instead showing off his colours proudly like he does as Chat Noir he has to leave them cloaked under a white surface, trying to navigate his core motive of love while being unable to fully shake off the white. Think of the many times when Gabriel has kept him away from his friends, like in the episode “Bubbler” where he wasn’t allowed to have a birthday party, or in “Revolution” when Gabriel ships him off to London for the next school year.

Interestingly, this isn’t the only instance where a white top layer indicates control thrusted onto the character wearing the colour. Kagami also follows a similar pattern sporting a white blazer and a controlling mother. She also has both red and black in the bottom layers so make of that what you will.

Another thing to note is that many of Adrien’s modelling outfits are fully white, such as the one in the fragrance ad or the angel outfit in “Simpleman”, representing the complete control Gabriel has over him when he is modelling. Correct me if I’m wrong here, but the only modelling outfit that is not white (apart from the stock photos like the ones in the mansion perhaps) is the one that he wears in “Queen Wasp”. Instead of fully white this suit is fully black, and it is topped off with a black pigeon hat, a hat that Marinette, who is in love with Adrien, made. Additionally, this is the episode where Gabriel almost gives up being Hawkmoth because of how Adrien was attacked by Style Queen in the previous episode. He is less controlling of Adrien and more loving in this episode, even go so far as to hug him in his first public appearance since Emilie’s death, and the black suit reflects that.

However, the idea that Adrien’s all-white clothes represent Gabriel’s control isn’t even just limited to modelling. When Chat Noir is akumatised in “Chat Blanc” his suit also becomes fully white.

In season 5, the Alliance rings are also closely linked to the colour white. The Adrien and Kagami avatars wear all white, indicating the controlling nature of the alliance and the fact that The two of them have no control over how their image is used. Even the virtual space that the avatars exist in is an empty white void, reminiscent of the padded rooms the two are placed in during the season 5 finale, rooms which are used to confine and control the two.

The only time when the Alliance interface is not white is when it changes to red. There’s two times this has happened as far as I’m aware: in “Revelation” when Hoaxer enters the Alliance rings and feeds the people fake news, and in “Confirmation” when Gabriel creates fake footage of Ladybug and Chat Noir kidnapping Adrien and Kagami’s avatars. In both of these scenarios, someone is preying on the public’s loyalty to the alliance rings and their sense of duty to get them to do their bidding.

And look, I know I’ve been straying away a from Adrien a bit, but I also just want to mention that the colour white is often associated with the rich and powerful of Paris in general. This is most clearly seen in “Emotion”, where the VIP party’s dress code is literally all white, reflecting how all the people in that room control Paris.

Gabriel

Speaking of rich and powerful, Gabriel also draws from the colour triad. He does have a few layers that aren’t one of these three colours but his very bottom layer is a white shirt, which isn’t a surprise really, we just went over how he is controlling with both Adrien and the alliance rings. He also has a striped red tie symbolising either his loyalty towards Emilie or the fact that he believes it is his duty to bring her back to life. The white stripes also indicate control, probably to reflect the way that he will do anything in his power to bring Emilie back, like using the miraculous wish, because he is incapable of accepting that sometimes things happen beyond your control and all you can do is move on.

In season 5 he wears all white as his obsession with the wish—his means of complete control, takes over. It could also represent how he’s become even more controlling of Adrien despite pretending to be more loving, (because again, he literally ships his own son off to a different country). Interestingly, in the episode “Destruction” he is inflicted with a cataclysm, a black cataclysm, which could be a visual metaphor for his love for Emilie literally destroying him, which is a really cool in my opinion.

Lila Rossi

Lila is definitely the most interesting character to analyse under this theory, because not only do her clothes draw from the colour triad but even her name does. According to nameberry.com, Lila means night (ie black) and Rossi means red in Italian. She also wears a red cardigan with black underneath—duty or loyalty from a place of love. If we take Lila claims at face value then this makes sense, like in the episode “Chameleon”, when she catches a napkin with her sprained wrist to protect Max, all the while saying things like “I didn’t have a choice” (i.e duty) and “Why wouldn’t I Max […] you’re my friend” (i.e love) (5:40-42 and 5:47-50). But of course, Lila is a liar which means that everything from her name to even the clothes she wears is a carefully constructed illusion.

In the episode “Confrontation” it is revealed that Lila has actually been juggling two fake identities: Lila Rossi and Cerise Bianca. Now this is where it gets really interesting because Lila’s second identity also draws from the colour triad too. Cerise is a shade of red similar to that of cherries or rubies and guess what Bianca means in Italian? That’s right—white.

This can mean a few different things. Perhaps her Cerise persona is more noticeably controlling. Lila’s name directly reflected her clothing, with her first name indicating the the bottom layer (the core motive) and her second name the top layer (the means) so if we apply the same logic to Cerise then maybe her name indicates that this persona’s motives are control from a place a duty, in other words being bossy and controlling because she feels like it’s her job to lead and help everyone.

Another interpretation could be that these are Lila’s true motivations, especially with her being named after the colour white, and if you really want to stretch it, then you could also argue that the red indicates loyalty to herself; she controls everyone because it exclusively benefits her.

it could also be interpreted as somewhere in between. Instead of it being solely Cerise’s fake motivations or Lila’s true motivations it is rather a step closer to the truth. The loyalty to herself theory is, like I said, a stretch. If anything, her true motivation is probably just control for control’s sake, and in this Cerise persona her true colours are shining through a little.

I couldn’t really find a natural place to put this but I also just want to point out here that when she was akumatised into Hoaxer she still had the red and black colour scheme that she does as Lila because she’s still using the same tactics that she does as a civilian, pretending that all she does is out of love and duty. She does also however have splashes of white on her belt, tail and ends of her hair, so maybe that also symbolises her true colours showing through too.

I’m honestly curious to see if Cerise’s clothes will change in season 6 to reflect her name, especially with a lot of the other characters getting new outfits too. Either way I think it’s really interesting how both her fake identities are based off of these three colours.

The great thing about this theory is that it’s not just confined to these four characters. Plenty of more characters also wear these colours, such as Kagami, who I briefly touched on, Emilie (and Amelie by extension), Tomoe Tsurugi, even Nathalie. The only reason why I didn’t delve into these characters is because this post is getting pretty long and I think I’ve made my point, but really, I’ve barely scratched the surface here. There is so much significance with these three colours, they are literally everywhere.

[foxes-that-run]

Maroon

Maroon is looking back on her relationship with Harry in a linear way. It was the surprise song 26 May, 2023, the first show after 20 May.

'Red'...

Taylor wrote 10 of the final 30 Red TV tracks after Harry entered the chat in March. @taylor-on-your-dash has this Making of Red post which shows it was complete 4 months after they met, it's release was 7 months after 'The Very First Night'.

It is wild to me that people say Red can't be Haylor but 1989 was inspired by a '3 month relationship', yet Reputation is about Joe, who she started dating 5 months before it's release, Rep was mostly done by then. Rep's vault tracks will surprise some more than 1989's did!

All this is to say, we know Maroon is Haylor because it is not filled with All Too Well rage and the title references Red. The Lyric Video also includes a pink/maroon sunset, which similar to sunsets referenced in Cruel Summer, INTHAF and Slut!

Lyrics

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'Cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" I see you every day now

The first verse remembers the start

Harry's unreleased track, Hunger, is similar in meaning to Maroon. It opens with a similar line "Candles burned down to the floor." New Years Day also includes Candle wax on the hardwood floors.' Finally, Taylor included the incense in the lyric and music videos for Lavender Haze.

The first verse is very 1989 feeling, they sound young, hanging out and enjoying each others company. The room mate is most likely Ben Winston, he stayed with Ben while dating Taylor and renovating his current house. some of the This is Us Harry scenes were shot there.

And I chose you The one I was dancin' with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was

Harry and Taylor danced with no shoes in New York after 1D's first Madison Square Garden performance 4 December 2012. Taylor is looking up to the sky in the photo of Harry lifting her.

Harry also mentioned barefeet in the leaked Trouble "And we could take this anywhere / Cause were we’re going / We don’t need no shoes" Trouble was leaked 20 April 22, 6 months before Midnights.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

This verse remembers a passionate fight, like the album Red Taylor described the emotions from that period as red, and later on Lover as Golden. The wine stained dress or shirt here is also in:

Olivia “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

Clean “you're still all over me like a wine stained dress i can't wear anymore"

Blood rushing to cheeks is blushing, in Gold Rush Taylor also referenced this "I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush"

The mark on Taylors collarbone may be the possible hickey here, from the night before she left the Virgin isles.

Rust growing between telephones indicates they stopped calling, Harry also references this in From the Dining Table “Even my phone misses your call, by the way”

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends? You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us I feel you no matter what The rubies that I gave up

This verse is the aftermath of the fight in the one before, with apology flowers, not talking and paying for it.

Harry cries with his head in his hands

Now that we don't talk and Afterglow "I lived like an island, punished you in silence" also refer to silence/not speaking

'The rubies I gave up' to me is treasure, rubies being the red theme. To me this is in the Pay for it' Haylor theme, however Taylor has referred to her friends as Junior Jewels in YBTM, she may have she lost friends in the break up.

Standin Hollow-eyed in the Hallway refers to the Hallway theme

The carnations not roses means they were plagued by things going wrong. Harry referenced the Carnations in the Satellite MV:

And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)x2

The outtro is after some time has passed, she wakes from an adult dream remembering her lost muse. Taylor and Harry have a surprising number of songs about this:

Wildest Dreams (Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha) / Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha / You'll see me in hindsight / Tangled up with you all night

Ready for it...? In the middle of the night, in my dreams (my dreams) You should see the things we do (we do), baby (baby, mmm, eh)

Little Freak - "You bring blue lights to dreams" and "A wet dream just dangling"

Cruel Summer "Fever dream high in the quiet of the night / You know that I caught it"

[marblemoonstones]

lucky 🍰

main masterlist

summary: a cute date involving your boyfriend, the barbie movie, and one strawberry shortcake milkshake.

warnings: f reader, boyfriend jimin, kissing, fluff!!

word count ~2.2k

a/n: fluffy jimin drabble in honor of valentine’s day!! (to those who celebrate) sorry i slightly rushed through this, but i wanted to post! ❤️🫶🏼🌹 

also no spoilers for the barbie movie! 🩷

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“Babe please,” you whine, tugging at your boyfriend’s arm, “Just put the outfit on!” 

You’re currently in you and your boyfriend’s bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere with the controversial outfit laid out on the bed. 

“No!” Retorts Jimin, crossing his arms sassily. 

Why were you arguing? Because today was July 21st, and the Barbie Movie was out. All you wanted was a cute little movie date with your boyfriend, and of course you had to dress on theme. But someone was being stubborn.

“Babe, it’s just a pink outfit! I wanted us to look cute together for the movie,” you pout, giving up and sitting on the bed.

Truthfully, the outfit wasn’t that bad. A pink and aqua striped button up with pink shorts. But one might’ve thought you were asking Jimin to wear an inflatable costume with the way he was acting.

“I know sweets, but can’t I just wear my usual clothing? What’s so special about this movie anyways?” Jimin asks, coming to sit next to you.

You trace the flowers on the bedspread, unsure of what to say. Why did you want him to wear this? Maybe because you were looking forward to this movie, maybe because you wanted to be a cute matching couple.

Jimin sighs, wrapping his arms around you and you feel the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

“Okay. I’m sorry love, if you really want me to wear this I will if it makes you happy. I want you to be happy, my love,” Jimin says softly, giving you a soft peck on your nose, making you giggle.

“There’s my sweets’ smile!” Jimin then proceeds to give you a smattering of kisses all over your face. Both your cheeks, your lips, your forehead, the small freckle on your chin.

You laugh, saying “Jimin, stop! Babe, please!” 

Jimin does stop, giving you one last smooch on your lips.

“Okay, I’ll go change. You need to as well!” He says, pushing you to the closet, “I know you’ve been planning this outfit for a while!” 

Yes, you had been. Ever since you found out the release date for the movie you had rushed to find the perfect outfit. 

~

As soon as you saw the trailer and Barbie’s pink gingham dress, you were inspired. Dragging Jimin with you (much to his dismay), you shopped until you found pink and white gingham shorts overalls. 

“Babe look! It’s perfect!” You cheered to Jimin, grabbing it off the rack. 

Jimin smiled at you, happy that you were happy.

“Yes it is. Now, what shoes are you wearing with it?” 

You hadn’t even thought of shoes! 

“Ummm…I’m not sure. What do you think?” You ask, going up to the counter to pay.

After exiting the story, you two had stopped for a smoothie. Sitting in the booth, you contemplate your shoe options. 

“I think you should find some cute sneakers to go with it,” said Jimin, putting his arm around your shoulder. 

You nod, excited at the prospect of new shoes (what can you say? you’re a shopaholic). 

“Okay! Let’s go!” 

You barely give Jimin time to finish his smoothie before you’re leading him to a shoe store.

After much scouring, you find the perfect sneakers that are white with a pink bow on the side.

Jimin paid for them, ignoring your protests.

“Let me spoil you, sweets. It’s my job as your boyfriend,” he said, pulling out his fancy credit card.

~ 

Now, you pull on the overalls with a plain white tee beneath it and spritz yourself with perfume that Jimin got for your two year anniversary. 

“Almost ready babe!” You call to Jimin, grabbing your pink quilted heart purse. A quick check in the mirror shows that your pink bows in your hair were still intact.

Opening the closet door, you stop in your tracks when you see Jimin. His shirt has the top button open, showing off his collarbones and he really is your Ken. Your other half. 

You swear that you fall even more in love. 

“Wow, Jimin. You look perfect. I love you so much,” you breathe out, walking over to kiss him.

“You look perfect too, mi amor, and I love you as well,” says Jimin, returning the sweet kiss. 

After you pull away Jimin buries his head in your neck, happy that you’re wearing the sweet perfume he got you.

“Mmm…love, you smell like strawberries…” Jimin mumbles, not realizing he was making me blush.

“Let’s go!” You say, quickly bounding to get your shoes on and trying to ignore your heated face.

Jimin laughs but follows you and you both put your shoes on and head out. 

~

At the theatre Jimin buys popcorn and a drinks, telling you “Let me treat you. It’s my duty as a good boyfriend!” 

Munching on popcorn you two find a seat in the middle of the almost-empty theatre.

“We almost have the whole place to ourselves!” You whisper to Jimin, glancing around. There’s only another couple in the back and a family in the front.

The trailers start, and you and Jimin always have play a game to guess what the movie is before the trailer is over.

“Wonka! Starring Timothy Chalamet!” You cheer quietly, smiling at Jimin’s eye roll. 

“Whatever. You just think he’s hot,” Jimin grumbles. 

You shrug. “Maybe so. But I still guessed it!” 

Eventually, the movie starts. The opening scene was surprising, but you quickly were invested.

From Barbie’s fabulous outfits to Gloria’s speech, you loved it. 

At the end, when ‘What Was I Made For?’ was playing, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The song touched your soul and this movie truly resonated with you.

“My love, please don’t cry,” murmers Jimin, reaching over to gently wipe the tear away.

This sweet gesture just makes you tear up more. 

“Amor, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, concerned when you don’t stop crying. He hates to see you sad, and would do anything to make you happy.

“I-it’s just that-“ sniffle “-the message in the movie is so m-meaningful to me and I-“ sniffle “-just love you so much and appreciate you and the way you’ve never made me feel stupid and-“

“My love, you are not stupid. You are so smart and you mean the world to me,” Jimin says, reaching in to hug you tightly. “I am so glad that this movie touched your soul so much, and you will always be my one and only.”

Hugging Jimin back feels like the warm feeling you get when you eat hot soup. It starts with the heat in your stomach and then becomes warmth that spreads to the rest of your body. You feel true happiness.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper into Jimin’s shoulder, hugging him (if possible) more snugly.

Jimin kisses your head softly.

~ 

After the movie you two head out, Jimin’s jacket slung over your shoulders. Drunk on love you two giggle like lovesick teenagers as you leave and go into the chilly evening air.

“Babe I don’t want to go hoooome,” you whine to Jimin, climbing into the passenger seat of his car. 

“Okay, we don’t have to yet. Where do you want to go?” Jimin asks, pulling out of the movie theatre parking lot. 

“I don’t know…let’s just drive around,” you suggest. 

Jimin drives around and there’s nothing much open. Then you get a glimpse of a lit up neon sign down the road.

“Baby! Let’s go there, it looks open!” You point to the sign and Jimin obliges.

Jimin parks and you see that it’s a small diner. 

“Looks like it’s still open. Let’s go in!” Jimin exclaims, opening the door for you. He’s ever the gentlemen. 

The bell jingles as we step inside the vintage looking diner, with worn black and white tile and pink leather booths. Matching stools line the counter and milkshake machines with glasses are behind it.

“Wow. I’ve never been in here before. Maybe it’s new?” You ask, partly to yourself.

“Maybe so. C’mon, let’s order something!” Jimin practically drags you to the counter and you two sit next to each other on the spinny barstools. 

There’s no one eating, but you do hear a couple sounds from in the kitchen, a sign that someone’s here. 

“Be with you in a moment!” Calls a cheery voice.

You and Jimin look around at the diner, admiring the jukebox in the corner while you wait.

A minute later a brown haired girl comes out of the kitchen holding a notepad.

“Hello! Sorry about the wait. Welcome to the Magic Shop Diner. My name’s Amelia and I’ll take your order today! What can I get for you two?”

You and Jimin look at the menu on the wall, unsure of what to order because of the variety of choices. 

“What would you recommend?” Jimin finally asks, after several moments of hesitation. 

“Well, for couples there’s a strawberry shortcake milkshake special! A large milkshake with two straws for a lower price!” Peppy Amelia says.

“What about it love? Do you want the strawberry shortcake special?” Jimin asks you. 

You think about it. Come to think of it, a milkshake would really hit the spot. And a pink one? Perfect for the movie you just saw.

“Sure, but only if you want it,” you say, grasping Jimin’s hand.

“If that’s what you want, let’s get it. We’ll take one strawberry shortcake milkshake with the couple special please,” orders Jimin. 

“Great! I’ll get that for you as soon as possible.” Amelia goes to the milkshakes machine and starts to make it. 

“I’m excited babe. It’s perfect for the Barbie movie! I have to take a picture of it before we eat it,” you say, thinking about how aesthetically pleasing the milkshake will look in the diner.

“Sure, sweets. I’ll take some of you with the milkshake too,” Jimin says fondly, grinning at the beam in your eyes.

You lay your head on Jimin’s shoulder, his hand warming yours. Closing your eyes for a moment, you think about how happy you feel. The perfect boyfriend with the perfect movie for a perfect date.

“Your order is ready!” Amelia says, breaking your train of thought. 

You open your eyes and lift your head up. There on the counter is a pink milkshake piled with whipped cream, a slice of strawberry shortcake, and a cherry on top. It looks like a sugary paradise.

“It’s perfect! Thank you, Amelia,” you gush, whipping out your phone. After snapping some photos of the milkshake, Jimin takes your phone and tells you to pose. You slide the drink closer to you and grin. Then you mime taking a sip, but something doesn’t feel right.

“Babe! I need you in a picture with me. Let’s take a selfie!” You hold out your phone as you and Jimin take a sip of the milkshake together. Afterwards, Jimin presses a kiss to your lips, and you barely stop yourself from dropping your phone. His lips taste like strawberry and you swear it’s like tasting heaven. 

“Mmm, babe!” You say, your voice slightly muffled.

Jimin takes the hint and pulls away, smirking at your flustered face. “What’s wrong, my love?” 

You glare at him. “I want to eat the milkshake now! And you’re distracting me!” 

Jimin’s smirk melts into a cheesy grin. “Okay, fine. Let’s devour this thing!”

After much slurping and many ‘mmms’ you and Jimin finally finish the milkshake.

“That was so good,” you moan, once again resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder. Tummy full, all you want to do is curl up and sleep off the sugar.

“I agree. Hey, Amelia, how much do we owe?” Jimin asks, catching the attention of the brunette.

“Well…it’s on the house because you two are too cute!” Amelia cheers. You swear you see heart eyes as Amelia looks at you and Jimin. 

“No, really, how much did we owe you?” Jimin presses, refusing to accept the free drink.

“Really, nothing,” Amelia assures, pushing away Jimin’s cash.

“But it was so good! Surely we need to pay,” you protest, seeing Amelia shake her head.

“Fine. Then we’ll just leave a huge tip,” says Jimin, leaving the cash in the tip jar by the cash register.

“Oh, well you really don’t have to!” Amelia says, but you can tell she’s happy about it.

“Yes, we do. And we’ll recommend this place to our friends too!” You say, already imagining the future double dates you and your friends can do here.

“Well, we appreciate it. You folks are so cute! I hope you have a great evening,” Amelia says cheerily.

“You too!”

You and Jimin leave with your arms around each other.

Once you get inside the car, you sigh. “I’m so happy right now, babe. I hope we can always be this happy.”

Jimin turns to look at you for a brief moment, smiling. “Me too. I love you so much, my love.” 

“And I love you.” You yawn wide, the night’s activities catching up to you.

“Take a nap, amor. I’ll wake you when we get home,” Jimin says, giving me a blanket from the backseat. 

“Okay, thanks baby.” 

You close your eyes and fall asleep, wondering, “How did I get so lucky?”

a/n: I am trying to write more small fics/drabbles! hope you enjoyed reading. 🩷🫶🏼

[neattequila]

Harry's Style Evolution (by an actual stylist) Part 3: Fine Line Era! Part 2 of 2*

Gorlies I can't believe I hit pic limit on the first Fine Line Era post (I can believe it, I have so much to say.)

Anyway this is Harry's Style evolution part THREE part TWO (like how they made Breaking Dawn two movies ya get me?)

*PLEASE read part 1 first. That is linked HERE!

2020

January of 2020 feels like it was a lifetime ago, but here we are. Fine Line the album just came out in December and after preforming the full album twice, once in LA and once in London. Harry's back in London for award season.

The pics aren't revealed til later but H rings in the New Year in the INFAMOUS "But Daddy I Love Him" shirt <3

Later in January arrives at Radio one in a gorgeous Bode jacket carrying Gucci's Jackie purse.

But girls (gender neutral) get comfy because it's time for the Brit Awards and the look we need to talk about is this one.

LISTEN!!! The girls that get it GET IT! Because this was EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!!!

To DATE I think this is the best award show look he's ever worn, contending only with the leather suit at the Grammy. I really thought this was going to be the new style. It's sexy, it's slightly punk, it's BRIT POP references chock full!

The Mary Janes, the Brown suit with the purple sweater and blue lace color with the pearls and the HAIR! THE BRIT POP PUNK HAIR! This was *chefs kiss* I am absolutely devastated that we never got anything like her again.

Also at the Brit Awards he wears this yellow suit paired with purple necktie, and Treat People With Kindness pin. For his beautiful falling performance he wears a full lace ensemble including gloves. This night is also includes my blog name's origins.

Fine Line promo continues and Harry wears a myriad of cozy outfits.

In New York he wears a JW Anderson cardigan, later to become TikTok famous with the "Be Healthy, Eat Your Honey" shirt and Gucci jeans. Later he wears another sweater vest (staple of the FL Era,) and for NPR's Tiny Desk he wears a Gucci mohair sweater.

At the beginning of the end March 2020 Harry's shoot for Beauty Papers comes out. One of my FAVORITE editorials he's ever in.

These photos are gorgeous, camp, sexy, kind of eerie. He's photographed and directed by Casper Sejersen who I think absolutely killed it. Beauty Papers always has amazing queer camp shoots and I highly recommend paying attention to them.

The world goes into lockdown and H releases the previously recorded "Watermelon Sugar" music video "Dedicated to touching."

Most of the ensemble is Gucci but some pieces were vintage thrifted including the loose-knit tank (right.)

Harry grows out his facial hair and becomes even sexier somehow.

Like fr. This is the hottest he's ever been. Left he wears a hoodie that he made himself printed with photographs of philosopher Alain de Botton, and paired with the vintage military jacket he was wearing in Japan during 2019. Middle I just think this pic of him is so hot, and right he wears a custom Bode shirt.

September 2020 Harry becomes the first man to ever be on the cover of Vogue!

Y'all I was so excited when this first came out. So imagine when I opened the magazine and saw the absolute trash outfits they put him in for it. Like literally all of these outfits are some of the worst he's ever worn. Like honey clean up! Vogue is here!

The only piece I adored from this whole shoot was the custom Bode pants. Bode has a chokehold on me and I wish Harry L would've featured more of them in this shoot.

In October of 2020...

The MV for Golden is released after being filmed in Italy and heavily features both Gucci and S.S. Daley pieces. The Eliou necklaces he covets make their first official debut in this video as well.

In November he films (released in December) this performance for iHeartRadio. He's wearing head to toe Gucci with a custom Eliou necklace. His hair and this performance is so dreamy. (Left)

He also starts filming Don't Worry Darling *crowd boos* and among his cozy on set looks this is my favorite. The pictures of him this day really made me go gaga. He wears a Free & Easy shirt paired with Elder Statesmen sweatpants and New Balance sneakers.

2021

It's 2021 baby! Harry rings in the new year by releasing the video for TPWK with Phoebe Waller Bridge

We're jumping to March 2021, I'm scared to hit pic limit again lol, with the GRAMMYS!

Harry wore three! outfits to the Grammy's where he took home his first ever Grammy for Song of the Year. All three looks were Gucci and all featured feather boas which he never wore again! Which is odd because it really seemed like it was going to be a tour staple, but wasn't!

Throughout the summer and into fall his personal style is very casual, this makes sense. We're still in a pandemic and everyone is trending to a more casual fit sense. I had to include the pink beanie because every time I remember that it's $112 I go inside. Girl I got the same one for like $10 from Forever21 5 years ago!

April/May

In April Harry stars in a Gucci campaign along with many other celebs (left,) he also attends the Brit awards in May (Right) wearing a Gucci ensemble that isn't bad but is nothing to write home about. This is the first time we see him in Gucci Gazelle sneakers which will later become a staple.

September the long awaited Love on Tour officially starts!

The tour kicks off in Las Vegas with a fun sparkly Gucci outfit, and continues with these suspender/open shirts/high waisted pants that we saw on the Fine Line cover. These outfits are underwhelming but do ultimately make sense.

The tour outfits really do blend together, the full collection can be found HERE, so here are three of my favorites <3

We'll end our Fine Line coverage with the first annual Harryween!

Harry wore custom Gucci ensembles for both, one dressing as Dorothy and one dressing as a pierrot.

Next is Harry's House Era!

Thank you again for all the love, and for bearing with me when I had to split these into two parts!

AGAIN PART ONE IS HERE!

See you next time <3

[bungeo-ppangie]

001 . polaroid love

ღ wc. 812 words, 4.7k~ characters

You rummaged through the back of your closet messily, cursing yourself for only owning a single scarf. It was so cold outside that you couldn't really leave the building without one, unless you were expecting to become a penguin like Sunghoon.

An extra factor contributing to your annoyance- you were due to be at the studio in 15 minutes, and it was a 10 minute drive. Belift finally agrees to let you and your childhood best friend, Jungwon, release a mini album together, after relentless begging from both sides for years, and you're probably going to be late to the concept meeting and fitting. Murphy and his first law seemed to enjoy tormenting you over anyone else, apparently.

You lifted up the thousandth random unused shirt, suddenly revealing some scattered polaroids. You picked a few up and flipped them over, smiling as you recalled the memories associated with each one...

"Yn!! You finally made it! You should've booked an earlier flight, I missed you so muchh!" Jungwon yelled in excitement, running over to you and wrapping you in a hug the moment he saw you.

"Won... it's a public airport, and you realize you're currently participating in a survival show watched by millions of people, right?" You glanced around nervously, trying to hide his face with your own by standing on the tips of your toes. It was a miracle Belift even let him secretly leave I-LAND for a few hours to meet you at the airport. If word got out, you had a feeling someone whose name rhymed with -ang Jungwon was getting kicked off the show for controversial PR.

"Fine, fine. How soon did they say you could make your debut? They promised within the next month, right? You don't even need training because you only transferred agencies, they won't have any reason to delay it..." He thought out loud, taking your suitcase from your hands.

"Hey, I thought we established I was an independent woman! But um I can prove it in other ways-" You quickly fixed your statement as Jungwon made the motion of handing your suitcase back to you. He grinned, as this same scene happened every time he helped you carry your stuff.

"Sure, I'll believe that when you debut. Come on, let's move everything into your new dorm before the press finds us," He smiled, making your heart flutter unexpectedly...

. . .

"Won, you strike matchsticks to light them..." You stared at him, dumbfounded by his amazing inability to understand the use of incredibly simple objects. In honor of both of your debuts, you two had purchased a cake to celebrate.

"Then why did they give us a lighter?" He huffed, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he sat on the floor, trying to work the lighter. He yelped when one of his feeble attempts succeeded, making a tiny flame burst out of the lighter.

"Because SOMEONE was browsing them in the store without wearing a mask when I bought the cake? And also just maybe because that SOMEONE then proceeded to hug me from behind like a beautified koala when I was swiping my card? I-LAND, or actually Enhypen now, fans are so fast, the last episode literally aired yesterday-" You complained, moving to sit cross-legged in his lap as his efforts continued.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Dating rumors?"

"Yeah."

"We're so screwed."

"Yeah."

. . .

A fluffy white ball shot jumped at you the moment you opened the door to Jungwon's dorm. Fortunately, you were able to close the door quickly without the added heart attack. Actually, maybe the heart attack did happen.

"Maeumi!" Jungwon called, grinning widely with the slightest hint of apology in his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I adopted Maeum, so now you can't leverage being busy with Taeyang over me."

"Hey, yangi requires an impossible amount of loving maintenance." You stuck your tongue out at him as you patted Maeumi, thinking of your beloved and probably very spoiled golden retriever.

"Yet you don't give his nick-namesake half the attention," He pouted, sitting down on the floor across from you to play with Maeumi with you.

"Who said I named my baby after you?" You giggled, leaning forwards to lightly bump your forehead against Jungwon's, making him smile.

"Did you not?" He laughed, changing positions to lay his head in your lap, holding Maeum. You both looked away at the contact, missing the pink that lightly dusted over each other's cheeks for a split second.

A few years ago, these types of sudden gestures would have only served to make you two laugh, and also possibly to confuse others on whether they should have thought you guys were a couple. However, the act made both of you more flustered than you would've thought now.

"Are you blushing?"

"Umm no? You should uh turn down the air conditioning."

"Yeah yeah umm good idea"

PREVIOUS . M.LIST . NEXT

[pewpewpugh]

My Roommate's Sister: Part 3

"What are you going to wear for your date?" Arabella asked me, strolling into my room without even knocking on the door. I was staring at my wardrobe, trying to decide on an outfit but not settling on anything. I had dresses, jeans and shirts thrown around the room, my draws were wide open. I threw myself on the bed dramatically, and groaned.

"I can't find an outfit"

Bella laughed as she walked around my room picking up my disregarded clothes and hanging them back on hangers. I had my eyes closed, but I could sense her cogs turning, she was in thinking mode.

"Soph" she said cheerfully, "I've found your outfit"

I sat up and looked at her curiously. She'd hung the rest of my clothes back in the wardrobe, but left out a cream top and a black skater skirt. She'd even gone as far as putting the shoes for the outfit below the skirt, which were my thick heeled black boots. It was actually perfect.

"If I know the both of you like I think I do, you're going to look HOT and Florence won't be able to take her eyes off of you... and if you let me do your make up she won't be able to keep her ha-"

"Woah! Okay! Don't finish that sentence about your sister!" I interrupted Arabella, laughing at her expression when she realised what she was about to say.

"Sorry" she smirked, "I'm so used to talking to you about the other girls you've dated that I actually forgot for a second that you're going on a date with my sister" she grabbed my make up bag and started emptying the contents. I put my hair in to a bun on the top of my head and turned to face her properly so that she could concentrate on my make up.

"Are you nervous?" She asked as she finished the last touch of powder.

"A little" I admitted, turning to face the mirror and releasing my hair from its bobble, letting it flow beneath my shoulders.

"I don't think you need to be." Arabella span my chair back around so that I was now looking at her again "I saw how she looked at you yesterday, and the day before that, and every other day this week. Don't be fooled, she's been here every day and it hasn't been to see me."

"I know... I just... I have a history of screwing up, especially when I really like someone. And I like, really like her"

Arabella smiled at me as we heard a knock on the front door. She must have seen the panic on my face, as in a second I was off the chair and in her arms.

"Good luck" she whispered in my ear before she pulled away, "I'll still be awake when... if you come home, so I'm excited to hear all about it"

I guess it was show time.

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Florence took me to the new Italian restaurant that had opened in the city. It was posh, and expensive, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to afford anything on the menu. I was also worried I wouldn't know what to talk about, or that I'd do something dumb and embarrass myself.

"What's the worst pick-up line anyone's ever used on you?" I asked grinning as I turned my fork and collected the pasta from my bowl. I'd had a glass of wine and was feeling a little braver about being in Florences company for the first time without Arabella being there too.

Florence took a sip from her straw and made a face that showed she was deep in thought. Then she giggled, which had quickly become my favourite sound in the world. In the short amount of time that I've known this girl, she was seriously making me question whether it was oxygen I needed to breathe, or if I could survive solely on her existence.

"Um, I did have one guy at school ask me to the Halloween dance by saying..." she paused and cringed at the thought, "He said, hey Florence... I don't have a halloween costume, y'know for the dance, but can I go as your boyfriend instead?" she imitated the guy, shuddering at the still-mortifying-to-this-day, moment from years ago.

"Wait, a guy?" I snorted at the thought, quickly turning a crimson as I realised what I'd done. I looked away from Florence in embarrassment, but when I eventually looked back at her after noticing the silence between us, she was staring at me with a look. I don't even know how to explain it, but it was something similar to how a child looks at ice cream, or how I look at any dog I see. In awe. I blushed even more, and looked away again.

The waitress came to the table and cleared our plates. I heard Florence ask for the bill, and looked up just in time to see her move herself around the booth so that she was sat right beside me.

"Hey" I heard softly from my right. I looked at her and smiled. She was so close.

"Hey"

"Don't go shy on me now, pretty girl"

The waitress came back and put the bill down. Before I could even blink, Florence had it in her hand and was paying for our meals. I even noticed as she dipped into her purse and left a tip, I did the same. I watched as she leant back and shrugged into her jacket.

"You ready to go?"

"Mhm." I hummed, following Florence closely out of the diner. We walked in silence for a few minutes before we came to the entrance of the park. Instead of walking past the gates towards the car, Flo hooked her arm through mine and lead me along the path leading to the lake. I broke the silence first as we sat on the bench opposite the water. Her hands were now in her pockets, her face hiding behind the scarf around her neck.

"You didn't have to do that, you know"

She furrowed her brows at my words. She looked worried, which she had no reason to be. She hadn't done a thing wrong, she had been perfect all night.

"To pay... I mean"

The blonde bit her bottom lip and stared at the ground. "I wanted to" she lifted her face from behind the scarf but was staring at the lake, "I asked you out on the date, I chose the restaurant. I just wanted you to have a good time... I, I had a really good time tonight"

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Before I knew it, we were stood outside of my apartment door. I couldn't believe how quickly the date had gone, or how well it had gone, or how much this girl was making me feel.

"Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me" Florence whispered, being mindful of the neighbours and a probably earwigging Arabella at the other side of the door. The light from the living room was shining underneath the door, so I knew she'd at least attempted to stay up and wait for me to get home.

"Thank you for asking me"

The grin on Florences face quickly turned into a beautiful full smile. She held my gaze which sent my brain and feelings into overdrive.

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" She asked so quietly I almost didn't catch what she'd said. I couldn't speak, but I nodded in response and she closed the gap between us. One hand cupped my face, the other grasping my arm softly. The kiss was soft. It was slow. It felt like it lasted forever and only a second at the same time. It was perfect. Florence pulled away first, her forehead leaning against mine. Her eyes were closed, and when they fluttered open I saw it. Feelings.

"I'm going to be a gentleman and not come into the apartment tonight... but I'll see you soon?"

"Are you asking me on a second date?"

"Yeah... I'd like that. If... but only if you want to?"

I kissed her one last time slowly, before pulling away, my hand already on the door handle ready to go inside.

"I'd love to"

Florence stood and watched me head into the apartment, her fingertip lightly touching her lips where I'd just been. She was still there watching me as I closed the door completely.

The tv was playing quietly in the living room when I walked in. Arabella was curled into a ball on the sofa, the remote still in her hands. There was a bowl of half eaten popcorn on the table, a glass of wine now empty beside it. Looks like she'd had a fun night.

"hey, B" I nudged her slightly, "Bella, I'm back"

One eye opened to glare at me. Sitting up slowly, she stretched out, cracking bones as she did and moved across the sofa giving me room to sit down.

"How was your date?" she mumbled half asleep.

"Perfect. I didn't want it to end"

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue - CH. 12 "The Visit"

Summary: A dinner turns sour. Two visits rock Lee's world. One is shattering.

*Warnings* Angst, language, alcohol use, death

Stories Stories Stories Masterlist

Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Marie

Salem, Massachusetts

February 22, 2023

It was 5:30 pm and Dr. Bloom was getting dressed for his dinner date with you. He must have tried on twenty different blazers as none were appeasing to him. He debated on just wearing his light blue dress shirt with a tie, but his nerves were on overload and the tie felt like a boa constrictor was wrapped around his neck. Ripping that off, he finally settled on a casual navy plaid jacket to match his slacks and checked himself over in the mirror with a satisfied smile upon his face.

Just as he grabbed his keys to leave, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a not so happy text from Lee.

"So. I hear you have ANOTHER date tonight with Jo. You know, the girl you knew I have deep feelings for? You couldn't wait to move in on her after her and I had some issues. In fact, you wanted her to yourself all along since you failed to tell me she had asked to see me before she left the hospital. You told her you would tell me when you saw me...and you did see me, multiple fucking times. Yeah, I know all about that now and so does she. I don't buy it for one minute that it slipped your mind either. All this time you knew what she meant to me, means to me and this is what you do. Those photos weren't so far fetched after all were they? Good luck man, I wish you both the best."

"Fuck," Orlando whispered and immediately called Lee to explain, but on the first ring, it went straight to voicemail so he knew Lee ignored the call.

Now he was worried about what you were thinking. You hadn't contacted him about it or canceled tonight's dinner plans, so he wasn't sure what to do now. Should he call you first or just show up, he thought as he pondered over those two options for a good five minutes. He decided to just face the music and go. The worst that could happen would be you decking him into next week like he witnessed you do to Lee....and that thought made him cringe something awful.

Orlando fretted all the way to your place about what he was going to say and chose to wait and see what you said....or did as he prepared himself for a possible slug to the jaw.

He pulled into the driveway at 5:55 pm and sat for a few moments, trying to breathe and find the courage to get out. To be safe, he had brought the tie with him and quickly put it back on because he didn't know how you would be dressed or where you would want to go. He wanted to look his best for you even if it meant losing air.

He rang the doorbell and you opened it quite quickly. To his surprise, you then lunged forward and threw your arms around him.

"Josie...are you alright?" he asked in concern as he held you in shock over the unexpected embrace. He was quite relieved that his jaw had been spared.

"I'm fine....just ready to get the hell out of here. So, where to?" you asked as you released him. His chocolate orbs gave you a respectful one over.

"Well...can I first say that you look incredibly beautiful?"

"Thank you." you self-consciously said as you stood there in a boring blue sweater, black leggings and knee high leather boots.

"So do you."

Realizing that you just referred to him as beautiful also, you sheepishly laughed. "I mean... you look really handsome."

Orlando chuckled. "Well thank you. So where would you like to go?"

"How about that clam chowder at my family's pub that you said you would come try?" you asked with a shy grin.

"Ahhh that's right. Alright...then clam chowder it is." Orlando accordingly smiled as he recalled his last words to you in your hospital room of telling you he would maybe come try it sometime.

You were quiet for the entire ride as every brain cell in your head danced around Lee's beautiful face. He was definitely one you would refer to as beautiful as a first choice description without feeling awkward about it. You should have been with him tonight, eating your favorite food, pizza, and watching movies, cuddled up against him on his couch. Instead, here you were with his best friend in which you knew you should have canceled like you told Lee you wanted to do. But Lee pretty much kicked you out, telling you to go be with Orlando...at least that's how Lee made you feel. This was all so wrong. This is not where you wanted to be or were supposed to be....and your heart knew it as it screamed in aching desire for the one man you knew you had fallen crazy in love with. And for a moment, like Lee said that's all you both ever had...you thought he had felt the same way about you.

Orlando and you arrived at the Brady pub and sat at a table since all of the booths were full. It was a Wednesday night during happy hour and fish and chips were the special which always packed in the Irish crowd as well as any other seafood loving customers. Your parents had bought this place when you had first moved to the U.S. from Ireland in your early teens and it was named after your mother's side of the family. You had quite a few cousins that lived here and helped run the place besides you and tonight it was Marie March, your dad's brother's daughter. She was one of the few first cousins you actually liked and spent time with. Another one was Maxi, but you didn't see much of her anymore since her husband Nathan, another Salem police officer, was killed in the line of duty a few years ago who was Britt's younger and other brother aside from Dave and one other you preferred to never speak of if at all possible. Dave, Britt and Nathan all shared the same mother, but Dave had a different father. Maxi had been like you, one shitty relationship after another until she met Nathan and it broke your heart that she had been dealt such a raw deal after she had finally found true love. You knew what it was like too, being in love with a cop and dreading that life altering call. But Maxi didn't get that call, instead she witnessed his death....and ever since then, she had become a recluse to life.

"Josephine, well this is a surprise. And who might this handsome fellow be?" Marie asked with a welcoming smile, although her eyes told you she was certainly curious about the guy at your side as she knew you had been single for close to a year now. She also knew why, after what Gerry did, among two others, Jeffrey and E.J., that you had been involved with which were no better than him.

"Hi Marie." Your eyes widened as you emphasized her name to tell her to not make a big deal out of this, in which she picked up on. "This is my friend, Dr. Bloom, whom I brought to try the clam chowder."

"Ahhh I see. Is that what you will be having...Doctor...Bloom?"

You heard it in her voice, the skepticism that he was something more than a friend.

"Please, call me Orlando and yes, I would like to try this so called super soup....and a bud light on tap if you have that please."

Marie chuckled and wrote down his order.

"Yes, we do...Orlando...and you Josie?"

Your eyes searched the menu as if you didn't know every single item on it. In that moment, you wondered what Lee's favorite foods were and what he would choose off of this menu that held a little bit of everything from straight up greasy fried goodness to prime rib. You pegged him to be a classic burger and fries kind of guy but you would never know now would you?

"Come on Josie, this is thirty minutes of my life I will never get back. Just have what you always have. Chips." Marie jokingly begged.

You sarcastically sighed and handed her the menu. "Fine. Chips and a double of Jameson on the rocks."

"Ok. That's a bud light on tap, a bowl of chowder, an order of chips and a double shot of I'll regret this in the morning, coming right up.." she smirked and left.

"Well she's fun." Orlando laughed. "So...I take you out for dinner and all you order is french fries?" he asked with a playful smile.

"All you got was soup?" you giggled.

"Oh no, that's just an appetizer my dear lady. Going for the lasagna next and chocolate cake for dessert." he grinned.

"Jesus, where do you put it? I gained 5 pounds just by ordering those fries."

"It wouldn't matter how much you weigh. You're perfect."

You had no words and luckily didn't need any as Marie came back with the drinks, in which you took a mouthful of and swallowed it hard. It was clear Lee was right. Orlando was into you and you had been obliviously blinded to it because all your vision allowed was Lee.

Orlando noticed that he may have made you uncomfortable. "Josie...I'm sorry if I came on too strong.."

"Are you?" you bluntly asked as all your mixed feelings you were trying to flush about what Orlando did came gushing to the surface.

"Sorry?" he asked with surprise.

"Lee told me you had seen him the day I was released, and we both came to the conclusion that it was after I asked you to tell him I wanted to see him. ....and the times you saw him after that, you still never told him, but you told me you would whenever you saw him again." you briefly explained in detail as you looked right into his eyes. "Why?"

His eyes fell to his glass of beer as he fondled it for a moment, then he took a large swig.

"I'm sorry, I...I must have forgot. Things have just been hectic lately."

"And I had actually considered that, even defended that excuse to Lee, which didn't go over well at all. But the more I have thought about it up till right now...Orlando...you told me you didn't see him, that he had left already when you came back to my room. Why? Why did you lie to me? and why are you still lying to me?"

He became somewhat disgruntled, took another drink and firmly sat his glass down with a sardonic chuckle.

"So...I bring you to dinner and this is what our conversation is about? Lee?....but then again, it always is, isn't it? Why are you even here? Because he is upset over this? That I know, because he texted me tonight about it and then ignored my call afterwards. You know what he told me Josie? He told me good luck and wished us both the best. Why are you wasting your time with him? He clearly has issues and he is just going to drag you down with him. He's already been suspended from the hospital for his behaviors which may have caused medical negligence that resulted in a patient's death. So yes, to answer your question, I didn't tell him about you because I could tell you were into him, every woman always is and he don't need a relationship when his life is going to shit."

You were mind blown. First, you didn't know a thing about Lee's suspension as he never mentioned a word to you. Had he been embarrassed over it? Or just didn't tell you because of what all happened with Gerry? Second, Orlando's reaction was unexpected and cold....a side of him you had never seen.

He was right about two things. One, it was always about Lee and it always would be.....which you were now aching inside over what Orlando just revealed about Lee's patient. You couldn't even begin to imagine what Lee must be feeling with that kind of weight on his shoulders.....and two, you only went out with Orlando because you couldn't be with Lee.

You prayed for a sign. Should you just let Lee go and the moment, he simply called it, that you and he shared?

Two kids were arguing at the jukebox over which songs they wanted to play. One of the boys began vigorously pushing random buttons to make the other one mad. As the other boy ran off yelling for his mom, you couldn't make up what happened next even if you tried. The first time ever I saw your face began playing. You finished off your drink as you fought back the forming tears as your sign had been sent and received.

"So you just decided to make that decision for him...and for me. It's quite clear to me that you didn't do that for his benefit, but solely for your own. I want to go home. Please take me back."

You stood up and so did Orlando.

"Josie, please sit back down. Let's talk about this. I didn't mean to sound harsh."

"Then what did you mean?

"Because I don't think you give a damn about Lee's feelings or what he's going through. I thought you did before, until your true colors just shone bright like a diamond."

"No Josie, that's not true. We've been best friends since high school. If I didn't care, why did I even bother coming to tell you about the pictures your sister sent him?"

"Ummm, I don't know, to make yourself look good in my eyes?"

"So...what...you think I'm fake? Is that it? What about you? What did you come here for when you could have just canceled? Clearly you wanted to come...unless you're here out of pity or obligation...but then there's the hug when I arrived which felt a lot more than a friendly one. You were glad to see me....I mean...weren't you?"

"I was, yes. But you're making it into something that it's not and I am sorry if I have ever mislead you. I can give you honesty, something clearly can't. I came here tonight because Lee and I had an argument...and I never should have because it's what caused the entire fight to begin with. He said the same thing, that since I accepted your invitation, then I must have wanted to be with you. He wrote me a letter before all that which is why I went to him...if I had received that letter before you asked me, I would have declined. So...If it weren't for all that, I would be with him tonight...right where I wanted to be. You and I...there could never be a you and I...you're his best friend as you said. How awkward would that be for one? I would still see him from time to time and I couldn't deal with that...and two, I...I don't have romantic feelings for you Orlando. Only friendship...and even then, how can I trust what you say now?"

All he did was stare at you after your cold hard truths.

"Well then...I don't see how we could even remain friends if seeing Lee will bother you so much and since you cannot trust me. I will just stay away from you from now on."

You had hurt him and you never wanted to or meant to. You figured no more should be said.

"Ok." you simply agreed as you peered up at him in shock of his solution.

Amazed by your ease of agreement, he pulled out a 50 dollar bill and tossed it onto the table with a disbelieving half smile as he nodded.

"I guess that's it then. I'll take you home."

He waited for you to go and then he followed.

The entire drive back was pure silence as he never gave a single look at you either. You knew that because you slightly glanced at him a few times, feeling like shit for being so painfully upfront to him. You didn't think he was a bad person for he had always been nothing but good to you....and you surely would miss him.

Pulling into the driveway, he stopped and put the car in reverse as he sat with his foot on the brake waiting for you to get out. You opened the door and then turned back to him.

"Orlando I..."

"You should go." he flatly said as he still wouldn't look at you.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you sighed and got out, watching him drive off. You didn't want things to end this way and hoped it would not be permanent.

Orlando sat down to eat his usual tv dinner and poured himself a glass of wine. He went to take a bite of the potatoes but they were still frozen which turned off to eating entirely.

Dropping the fork, he knocked back his wine in three gulps and poured another glass, then just stared at it. His lips pursed as anger began to consume him.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he shouted and threw the glass, shattering it against the wall, then stood huffing as he watched the staining red liquid streak down the pure white panel.

He then went to his room and laid down where your picture still sat beside his bed, but this time, staring only at the ceiling.

February 23, 2023.

Lee was up bright and early working on the porch, cleaning up the mess from the window fulmination the day prior.

He hadn't slept a wink as thoughts of you being with Orlando monopolized his brain, imagining his supposable best friend's lips on yours...and much more. Then he thought of how terrible he was to you. You had told him you would cancel so you could stay with him and he had stupidly told you to go, and not in a very nice way. Your last words resonated loudly in his head...you're your own worst enemy. How right you were. He didn't know a good thing, even when it hit him right in the face...and his jaw still slightly ached to prove it. Every five minutes, he looked at his phone in hopes there would be a message from you and every five minutes he fought off the urge to message you first. It wasn't pride keeping him from doing so...it was a lot shame...and a little bit of residual anger.

The back door in the kitchen blew open and banged against the counter. Lee knew this sound from when Jacob used to come hauling ass inside from the back yard. He immediately went to see what happened as it was not a windy day.

After everything that he had already witnesses of supernatural events, this shouldn't have came as no surprise to him, but it did in ways that no words could express or explain.

Before him, in the doorway stood a sunlike glowing vision of what he could make out to be a woman with a little boy clinging to her....

It then became clear to him who they were. His mother and his son...Jacob. All he could do was gaze at the apparition with utter incredulity. The bright glow radiated over him with a soothing and peaceful feeling.

"M...Mom? Ja...Jacob??" Lee whimpered as tears burnt his disbelieving eyes.

His mother began to speak but he couldn't make out what she was saying. He tried desperately to read her lips and thought he may have deciphered one word...James. His father's name.

Lee reached down to touch Jacob, but lost his balance and fell to his hands and knees as they both vanished. He got up and went straight to the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of Jack and swigging down his first consumption of alcohol in two weeks, then turned back to stare at the empty doorway, trying to breathe. No one would ever believe this, for he couldn't even himself.....but he knew you would.

11:11 am.

Lee had blocked it all out of his mind and continued working on the house when he noticed the clock being at 11:11. It instantly reminded him of the texting conversation he had with you at that time and how you had gotten him to make a wish at the same time you did. He stopped what he was doing and gazed at the time, closing his eyes and wishing all over again for what he had wished for....you.

At exactly 11:22, you came walking through his wide open front door.

"Lee?"

The bewilderment of today's events had taken him aback by seeing your beautiful face after he had just wished for you only moments ago.

Immediately, you began babbling all of your feelings before he could even speak.

"I ended it with Orlando...I mean the friendship...and..I...I'm not gonna go there.....what gives you the right to tear up my life like this?? I just...what's between us...I need to know if it's real..."

"I...I just can't take another lie....do you care about me or not?" you continued as every fiber of your physical being trembled.

Your words caught him off guard and he walked down the steps to you.

"So, Orlando admitted to you that he lied, I gather...about telling you he didn't see me that day when he in fact did...like I told you....like you figured out as well..."

"Y..yes Lee. I ended the dinner before it ever began. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be here and I even told him that in not so many words and made him take me home. I..I don't want to talk about him anymore. You were right ok? Is that what you want to hear?"

You sat down on the banquette at the bottom of the stairs and watched Lee so intensely as he sat down on the steps and looked at you in a way that answered the questions you had just asked him.

"I...I just need to hear you say it...I need to know what you feel about me. I can't take feeling this way anymore, being unhappy every minute I am away from you."

He gulped at your words. "Jo...you deserve to be happy. And...even if I feel you deserve so much better than me....it's all I want...to be the one that makes you happy. I can't take this feeling anymore either. Missing you...picturing you with someone else....my god of course it's real...I care a bout you more than you could ever know. I'll never understand what I ever did to deserve you, when I feel that I don't....I couldn't help myself...not one, not one single woman has ever made me feel this way....How dare you be so perfect... "

He then got up and walked over to you.

You stood up and almost broke down at his exceeded confirmation to what you needed to desperately know.

"There is no better than you.....are you sure you're not just saying that because it's what...what I need to hear?"

"Why would I tell you something that wasn't true Jo? Something so meaningful?" he said as he came closer to you. So much so, that you could deeply breathe in his cologne. You felt so small and innocently intimidated by his towering form standing over you, wanting him to just pick you up and shelter you in his strong arms, the place you have never felt more safe in.

"I...I don't know...I have heard so many things, things that were only words. I'm...I'm so scared to believe you. That...you're real."

He gaped down into your eyes and stroked the back of his hand down your cheek. His touch ceased your ability to breathe as your eyes were fixed in his stare....and then his deep supple voice spoke in such a way that caused tremors inside your core that has so anxiously yearned for him.

"I...I think we are having another moment. Let my actions prove my how real it is." he softly whispered with a seductive smile.

"I...ok." you squeaked, also in a soft whisper.....begging for his lips to take yours.

As you both stood immobile, locked within the moment, Lee broke the barrier and began to lower his mouth to yours. His warm flowing breath mixed into yours, giving you back the air you had lost within his gaze. But again...the moment was shut down by his phone ringing.

Startling you, you stepped down from your tippy toes as he closed his eyes in frustration and let out a heavy sigh.

"Here...let me shut my phone off."

Lee pulled it out of his pocket and went to push the button until he saw who was calling. His eyes held fear and his hand visibly shook as he answered it. It was so quiet in the house that you could hear every word the woman said to him.

"Dr. Pace. It's Angel. I..I don't know how to tell you this...but...your father...he passed away this morning...."

@redeemer46

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NITA STRAUSS Reflects On 'Really Bad Advice' She Got Early In Her Career

During an appearance on the latest episode of Knotfest's "She's With The Band", the show hosted by Tori Kravitz and Alicia Atout aiming to amplify the voices of women on stage, backstage and in the business, former Alice Cooper and current Demi Lovato guitarist Nita Strauss was asked about "a jaw-dropping misstep" early in her career and the lessons she learned from it. She responded (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "Early in my career, I got a lot of really bad advice. I was a young guitar player. I started this career really, really young. I did my first national tour at 15 and dropped out of high school at 17 to try to do this full-time. And at the time, I had so many people telling me what I needed to do in order to be successful in this industry — people saying, 'You need to show more skin'; 'If you have a boyfriend, you can't say that you're dating anybody because you need to appear available'; all this kind of stuff. And looking back, obviously, that's not the kind of attention that I wanted to get; I wanted to be known as a guitar player, and that was it. So once I realized that, I went the complete opposite way and I started really dressing down. I dyed my hair darker — not 'brown brown' but darker, darker blond — to stand out less. And I'd wear a men's large t-shirt onstage and baggy cargo shorts and started touring with heavier bands. And I was, like, 'I don't wanna be a hot chick. I just wanna be a guitar player.' And that's not who I am either. And I kept getting pulled back and forth through this dichotomy of, like, 'No, you have to be the sex symbol,' and, 'No. You don't wanna be known for that. You have to just be a serious musician.' And the reality is where I am doesn't fit into either of those molds. And it wasn't until I started just dressing how I wanna dress and acting how I wanna act… And, yeah, if I have a boyfriend, I'm gonna tell the world about it because I love him. And I don't need to appear single and I don't need to have fans think they have a chance with me in order to be respected and have people coming to my shows. And once I just started embracing who I actually am as a person, that's when great opportunities and great successes started coming to me. And when I was trying to just fit into some mold or another mold, I was just chasing something that wasn't authentic; it wasn't really who I am. So I just wish that I could go back and tell my younger self, 'Stop trying to fit into what other people tell you you should be, and just be who you are.'"

Last October, Nita dropped a new single and accompanying music video, "The Wolf You Feed", featuring the vocal talent of Alissa White-Gluz of ARCH ENEMY. It was the second song Nita had released featuring a star guest vocalist, the first being the enormously successful "Dead Inside" which featured guest vocals from DISTURBED's David Draiman and saw Nita become the first ever solo female to have a No. 1 hit at Active Rock radio. She also returned to her instrumental roots earlier last year with the release of single "Summer Storm".

Nita made her live debut with Demi in July 2022 with a performance of Lovato's single "Substance" on ABC's Emmy Award-winning late-night show "Jimmy Kimmel Live!".

Strauss had been playing with Cooper since 2014 when she replaced Australian musician and former Michael Jackson player Orianthi. She joined Alice in time for a mammoth MÖTLEY CRÜE tour. She was recommended to Cooper by the legendary rocker's former bass player and WINGER frontman Kip Winger.

Nita released her debut solo album, "Controlled Chaos", in 2018 to mass acclaim from fans and media alike, with Metal Injection calling it "a great debut that — as its creator intended — leaves no doubt", and Guitar World stating "'Controlled Chaos' is a panoramic view of Nita Strauss's many strengths".

As well as performing with Cooper, Nita has also played with R&B star Jermaine Jackson, early MTV darlings FEMME FATALE, video game supergroup CRITICAL HIT and popular tribute band THE IRON MAIDENS.

In April 2020, Nita launched "Rock Guitar Fundamentals" — a three-module online guitar teaching program suitable for learners of all levels. The course is available at www.iwanttoplayguitar.com.