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fairyhaos · 1 year ago

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seventeen as taylor swift songs

notes: guys. guys im not even a swiftie but ive listened to sooo many of her songs for this hc that i could literally Become one now if i wanted to

[this fic's spotify playlist]

masterlist

seungcheol

wildest dreams. it's kind of an incredibly, almost painfully romantic song. it's kind of a whirlwind romance song? while it's certainly a little hopeless, there's yearning there, and there's also so much vivid, vibrant love at the same time, a kind of possession, of protectiveness even so. it's seungcheol because of the desperate, helpless love it describes, a 'i couldn't help but fall for you' vibe that is so him.

jeonghan

style. the type of pretty boy x pretty girl energy this song exudes gives me delicate, gorgeous, jeonghan vibes. it's sweet, light, but it's also playful and so romantic that it makes your heart feel so full it might burst. it's something you can scream loudly, but also something you can hold close to your heart. the song is a silvery cream colour, reminding me of jeonghan

joshua

enchanted. i mean???? enchanted is The royal, romantic, sparkling, glittering song of all time. it's gentle and gentlemanly and yearning and hopeful and wonderful and so, so joshua coded it's actually insane. it's a type of strangers to friends to lovers that crescendos into a heart-melting happy ever after that takes your breath away. it's so joshua it makes me cry.

junhui

paper rings. it's so youthful, so bubbly, so young love in the way that only junhui can be the one to embody. it's sweet like junhui's smiles, endearing like junhui's laughs, bright and lovely like the way in which junhui would love with his entire heart. paper rings is so full of brightly orange coloured love, just like junhui is.

hoshi

22. this song talks about living your life to the fullest, no matter the age, for all time, as if every day is your last. it's about finding happiness in every situation, with the person you love the most in the entire world. it's a song that feels like bright, flashing lights, like warm drinks, like soft kisses. it feels like hoshi.

wonwoo

willow. the acoustic vibes of this song feel very wonwoo. there's a sort of undying, eternal love in the lyrics, an idea of always coming back to him, of forever finding endless comfort and wonder and new experiences while loving him. there's a certain domesticity to this song, and honestly the best way to describe it really is eternal love, constant love, comfortable and thrilling and warm all at once.

woozi

jump then fall. honestly, it took me a while to find one for woozi, but then i discovered this song and it fit him perfectly. it's devastatingly soft, so gentle and caring, just like woozi is. it doesn't have any sudden realisations of love, but rather a slow, soft kind of falling in love, an innate understanding of how one feels, and that is just so, so woozi to me.

minghao

all too well. the romantic, elegant, velvet feeling to this song embodies minghao very, very well. it's almost wistful in its love, like remembering a wonderful memory, like making sure that you remember the best times of your life without any animosity, any hatred. it's of real love, of cherishing, gentle and nostalgic and minghao all the way.

mingyu

daylight. it's a little youthful, hopeful, bright, like mingyu. the song just exudes so much "happy ever after" vibes, at the end of a perfect romantic novel, and that's so mingyu. it's the epilogue song, heart filled with warm love, his smiles as sweet and gentle as the chorus of the song. it's hopeful, optimistic, beautiful.

dokyeom

cruel summer. okay first of all—the high notes?? the pretty little voice tremble thingies?? it's so pretty dokyeom voice coded. but also, apart from that, it's such a sweet sounding song, young and happy and and hopeful and devastatingly him. it's yearning and endearing at the same time, full of every emotion in the world, just like he is.

seungkwan

shake it off. it's a citrusy brightly fun song, with lilac undertones and this is gonna sound really really weird but that instantly made me think of seungkwan. it's full of positivity, of bouncing back, of not giving up and and not caring what anyone else thinks. of being the life of the party, of making other people happy, and that is the most seungkwan thing in the whole world.

vernon

we are never ever getting back together. lyrics aside, there's a lot of feel-good energy in this song which feels so vernon. honestly lots of taylor's old songs feel like they can match him a lot, because there's so much young energy, feeling a little like a boundless puppy, and i don't know. the self-assurance, the brightness, the pure pop, light feeling is something that just fits vernon.

chan

red. perhaps an unexpected one, but hear me out, this one is so, so, chan-coded, i promise you. it's like an old love, a sad, wistful love. but a wistful love of a romance that was anything but that: of a romance that had been full of the scent of leather and love and living. that's what chan is, i think. red feels very, very much like loving chan.

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timchalamet-devoted · 2 years ago

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Red carpet debut

A/N: Here's that imagine I promised ;)

It's solely based on that video of Timmy dancing with Taylor in Venice 💃🕺

Summary: Timmy and y/n vibe on the red carpet together

Paring: f!costar!reader x Timothée

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"Right, we've got ten minutes before you two go on"

Your manager nodded to you and Timothée,

Inserting his clipboard under his arm, before moving the curtain that separated the backstage from the shimmering red carpet to get a peek of the scene. As expected, the stands were full, cameras were all in position, angled toward the curtains through which you would make your entrance and wild screams urged you on.

You turned back to Timothée, a bright smile stretched across your face.

"Nervous?"

"A little," You admitted, "but also so, so very excited."

"You look phenomenal by the way, I can't get enough of you." Your eyes wandered over his figure, admiring the way his custom Haider Ackerman jumpsuit hugged his body.

"As do you mon amour" He beamed, taking your gloved hand and placing a delicate kiss on the knuckles. He knew how much it made your heart flutter.

Gently, you allowed yourself to sway your hips to the music, your smile growing as Timothée joined in.

Soon enough, the two of you had let loose completely, dancing freely and singing along to the song that played over the speakers.

Your bodies moved in sync with each other, hips rocking from side to side as your arms glided and whirled through the air. You let out a blissful laugh, feeling perfectly content.

~~~~~~~~~

Several hours later, long after the premiere had ended and you two had returned home, you found yourself browsing through the endless photos and images of the days happenings that now flooded all social media platforms. You were just about to click off, when something caught your eye.

You stared wide-eyed at the screen for a second before bursting into laughter.

A curious Timmy poked his head through the door, toothbrush still his hand and toothpaste visible at the corners of his mouth, with a quizzical expression displayed on his face.

He mumbled something incomprehensible before crossing the room, to the bed, where he leaned down over your shoulder to pear at the phone screen.

He had to hold himself back from choking on the toothpaste, as his eyes fell upon waht seemed like endless videos, gifs and memes of your little dance earlier on in the evening.

"Looks like the gang liked our red carpet debut" You smirked, scrolling through the comments pouring in.

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Timmyfan32: New video of Timothée and Y/n dancing before the Bones and All red carpet in Venice earlier today

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Timmyandy/n: who doesn't want to??

Y/nlover: they are honestly such a vibe

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Y/nfanpage: come on baby move that body 💃🕺

Chalamet23: They're literally so perfect <3

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Y/nfan5: I can't stop laughing at this!

User308: they even got the crew in on it 🤣

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pinksirensong · 1 year ago

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MORPHEUS X READER (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP) WHERE THEY GO WATCH THE ERAS TOUR FILM PLEASE

I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING IT!! While writing I kept imagining Morpheus at the movie theater waiting on the line for the movie with Y/N and she's SO 1989's era and he's like... reputation with a mix of folklore??? ANYWAAAAAAY, hope you liked it 🩵 thank u so much for the ask 🩵

CRUEL SUMMER

People around them always asked themselves how they could work, Y/N and Morpheus couldn't be more different if they tried to and yet they were a match made in heaven. He was very temperamental and with a lot of trust issues while she was a sunshine that always saw good anywhere she went. So people wondered…

They didn't know them though, there were a lot of concessions between them…especially from Dream's side. What Y/N wanted she would get, no matter what sacrifice he had to do, even if he thought it was crazy…like suddenly asking to break up for a few hours. Morpheus was ready to cry and ask what did he do to make her ask for this (because honestly this time he was so sure everything was fine) but then she explained that RED Taylor's Version would come out and she wanted to really experience it.

He didn't understand it, but fearing she would actually break up with him it felt like it was better letting her have that moment. Not even twenty-four hours later he found her crying on the floor while All Too Well (10 minutes version) Taylor's Version played very loudly. Morpheus loved every form of art but not even him could understand how someone could feel so much from just listing a song.

That day was supposed to be the strangest day…until now.

— I do not understand.

— We are going to The Eras Tour. I mean, not really, it's the film and I bought us tickets, surprise! - of course Y/N knew her boyfriend wasn't a swiftie like her, but this was a very important moment in her life and she really wanted to share it with him. — I didn't had the money to go see the actual show but since I took so many extra hours at work I was able to get a free day today to go see it with you! You're not mad at me, right, kitten?

— I would never be angry with you, my love. - especially when she looked at him like that. — I see no point in it. I am the Lord of the Dreaming, surely I could make your dream of watching this come true.

— But it wouldn't be the real thing. I really want to see the whole experience, even if it was just watching a movie, and…and I want to sing her songs with other fans…and most of all: I really want to share this moment with you. Please, Morpheus, say yes…

And that's how Dream of the Endless ended up in the middle of a movie theater full of unknown people beside his girlfriend. Y/N was dressed with the cheerleader outfit from Shake it off and while he didn't understand the reason behind it all he did was make sure no one would make her feel uncomfortable. There was no denying he was a bit jealous and the way people looked at her didn't help it but Dream knew he couldn't go back to his old ways.

"Alright, Los Angeles, we have arrived at the very first bridge of the evening. Now, I have a question. Does anyone here know the lyrics to this bridge? Prove it!"

— I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM A BAR OHHH SAID I'M FINE BUT IT WASN'T TRUE I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO SEAL MY FATE OHHH AND I SCREAM FOR WHATEVER IS WORTH I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD? - and there he was completely enchanted by Y/N's. She was singing the loudest she could and he doubted tomorrow she would have the voice to say anything, but today…in this moment she was completely happy. And Y/N was sharing it with him. At the moment it was just her there with him, it was like every other person in the movie theater was just gone.

In that moment he knew that he was truthfully completely and irrevocably in love with Y/N.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x you #dream x reader

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petalsthefish · 7 months ago

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1. Fortnight - functioning alcoholic 🥲 YOUR QUIET TREASON. All my mornings are Monday stuck in an endless February. POSTIC GENIUS. Magical move on drug YIKES. I love you you tis ruining my life. I touched you for only a fortnight but I touched you. “My husband is cheating I want to kill him.” MOOD. I love you it’s ruining my life. I’m calling ya but you won’t pick up. Went to Florida?!?! 🫡🫡🫡 thank you post Malone for your service.

2. The tortured poets department: “I’ve seen this episode but still loved the show.” Aka I THINK IVE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE AND I DIDNT LIKE THE ENDING. “Who’s gonna love you if not me.” Lol “We’re modern idiots!!!!” JUSTICE FOR CHARLIE PUTH!!!! “A tattooed golden retriever” made me laugh out loud. “I chose this cyclone with you.” Is so Jily plz. “You’re not Dillion Thomas and I’m not patting smith.” Okay Tay. NO FUCKING BODY: 👍🏼 “Sometimes I wonder if you’ll screw this up with me.” Spoiler ‼️ he did. “Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be.” I didn’t thanks. “Because we’re crazy.” Okay mood. HE PUT THE RING IN HER RING FINGER?!?! “CLOSEST IVE COME TO MY HEART EXPLODING?!?!” PLEASE?!?! “You left your typewriter at my apartment straight from the tortured poets department.” Five stars!!

3. My boy only breaks his favorite toys: ‘I’m queen of sandcastles he destroys.’ Jumps out at me. “Cause I knew too much.” WHAT DO YIU KNOW TAYLOR. “Should have known it was a matter of time.” Taylor is the queen of ignoring red flags. 🚩 This is a fun beat though besties. “Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me.” YEAH. TELL EM BESTIE. “Stole my tortured heart and left all these broken parts. Told me I’m better off.” Sorry Taylor you were better off babes.

4. Down bad: NICER BEAT OKAY. “Dawn bad crying at the gym.” Mood. “Fuck it if I can’t have him I might just die.” No why is this so FUNNY. Like this is Matty we’re talking about for sure. “Everything forms out teenage petulance.” I mean yeah cause you were still developing a prefrontal cortex when you met him. “So fuck you if I can’t have us.” HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS PART. Honestly I feel you Taylor, I’ve been dumb for a dumb boy before too. It’s okay.

5. So long London: EXCISE ME OPENING WITH A CHORAl. THESE KYRICS WHATLFHAKRHS FUCKKKKK. How much sad did you think I had??? Oh the tragedy?! So long London, you’ll find some one???? “You left me at the house by the heath.” “I stopped CPR”?!?! 😿😿 “YOU LET Me give all that you for free?!?!” SHE GAVE YOU A FUCKING GRAMMY YOGURT BOY AND YOU DIDNT EVEN WANT IT. “too graves, one gun?!” Good for you baby girl. “I’ll find someone” SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m gonna throw up. Fuck fuck fuck. Taylor 😿😿😿😿 “I DIED ON THE ALTER” ALDBSKAHDBSJSKS NOOOOO. I’m crying. My Shakespeare queen. You’ll find someone RIPS at my heart.

6. But daddy I love him: “bedroom eyes like a remedy.” Fuck how many matty songs are we getting. This reminds me so much of a faith hill song. No I will not elaborate right now. Very country narrative. This one will be fun to scream in concert just for the “I’m having his baby…no I’m not!!!” Very chaotic. 4/5 stars.

7. Fresh out of the slammer: daily disappearing just to see him smile?!?! Girlie pop you really do lie to yourself don’t you??? “He was with her in dreams” I mean it’s really joeover. This song is fun, I like it, very chaotic as well. 5/5 stars.

8. Florida!!!: Florence my queen you make this song beautiful, I need more listens to deconstruct it though:

9. Guilty as skin: girl just write self insert fanfic if you want to fuck someone this badly (can’t wait to write and read fics based off this one hahahaha) 5/5 stars 🌟

10. Who’s afraid of little old me?: shit I’m crying. Fuck fuck fuck. She truly hates most of the new fans huh. Lmaooo SHE SINGS THIS IN ALL HER REGISTERS OMGGGG. It’s all her past selves screaming at us!!! Aldhaksjdka she’s so fucking clever

11. I can fix him no really I can: AHAHA THE ENDING KF THE SONG ALDBSKAHDKAJDHAKDHW SHE REALLY SAID “OH SHIT DAMN I FUCKED UP DIDNT I” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

12. Loml: Joe Alwyn you need witness protection

13. I can do it with a broken heart: oh god this was hurts me more than so long London because it hits home for every damn time I had to preform on stage and then go cry in the shower between shows 🥲

14. The smallest man who ever lived: 🚨🚨🚨 found at the scene of the crime: Joe Alwyn's Small Dick

15. The alchemy: AHHHHHHH!!! HOLY FUCK WE GOT A TRAVIS SONG ALDBSLAHDBSKSJDBWKEHDBAKWJD HE GOT A SONG FUCK YESSSSS

16. CLARA BOW: the outro. The OUTRO. THE FUCKING OUTRO. I’m dead. 😵

Overall: I love it. I love it. I love it SO DAMN MICH. you can tell how much time and effort she put into production and story telling. FUCK. I love this album as much as I loved Folklore the first time I heard it!!

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munsonsreputation · 1 year ago

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#4 taylor x stranger things 🧣 - send me your character of choice and a taylor song and ill write a short imagine based on it!!!! (yes queen taylor gets her own prompt alright!!!! HAHAHAAH)

(i don't think you understand you hard i smiled when i saw this prompt) begin again (taylor's version) with steve!

hi cleo!!!!

so sorry this took so long, but i hope i was able to do this request justice!! i love the album red (tv, of course) and to me, begin again screams steve finding love again!! i wrote it in the pov of reader and i hope you love it!!!

thanks again for your request and support!!! 🧣🍂☕️📚

The air was filled with warmth, wrapping you in the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the sweetness of the doughs baking in the ovens. They were a slight chatter over the customers dining in around you and making their orders at the registers, but you were too busy to notice all of that.

You were caught up in everything that was Steve Harrington. The dreamy boy from Hawkins sitting across from you in the cafe where you were nursing a latte while listening to him speak about Christmas movies he and his friends were planning to watch over the holidays.

Steve wasn’t what you had expected at all, especially for this meeting between you and him to be one of your first dates. In all honestly, you were predicting the usual awkward silence and vague conversation, all while he tried to flirt his way back to your place, but it was the complete opposite.

He had arrived early, already saving a table for the two of you. And when he saw you through the glass windows, approaching the shop, he immediately stood, waving hello and stretching your chair out as came over to him.

Talking to him wasn’t as nerve-racking as you’d thought it would be. If anything, it came smoothly, like second nature as you told him about the drive over where you heard James Taylor on the radio and how it reminded you of how the two met and stumbled upon this date in the first place.

You searching through endless stacks of records trying to find the very specific James Taylor album you needed to complete your collection.

After Steve had heard you talking to the owners of the store, he had found it in another section, misplaced by a previous customer. He approached you, carrying a smile as he handed over the vinyl and then struck up a conversation about music. And of course, not leaving before he asked you out on a date.

“You okay? Tired of hearing me talk about Christmas movies?” His ramble suddenly ceased with a laugh, noting the way your eyes were a bit glazed over, staring through him rather than at him.

You shook your head, snapping out of the slight daydream you found yourself falling into.

Smiling lightly, you offered a response, “No, please, enlighten me about Bruce Willis and the 40 stories of sheer adventure.” You half joked, seeing him chuckle by the way you were able to memorize the movie’s stupid catchphrase.

Taking a sip of your latte, you watched him shrug his shoulders, and advert his attention towards you, “Alright, enough about me, you alright? You seem a little shy.”

Not that it bothered him one bit considering that you were shy in the record store you two met in, but he was crossing his fingers that you weren’t regretting this date. That it was just the jitters and you would come out of your shell, eventually.

“Oh, I’m really fine. It’s just that this is my first date in a while, so y’know, don’t want to make a fool out of myself.” You told him with a light wince.

Steve shook his head knowingly, waving off that thought of yours, and instead offering you a soft expression as he leaned forward and rested his chin on his fist, looking at you.

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date, too…gotta tell you, I was a nervous wreck waiting here for you.” He tsked, tapping his fingers on the table as you rose a suspecting brow at him.

“Seriously! I thought you were gonna stand me up or something.” He looked away for a moment, shyly not meeting your eyes until he heard your laughter.

“Me?!” You giggled, throwing your head back as he nodding with a smile, tugging his lips up in a smile.

“Yes you! You’re beautiful and amazing and I don’t know what I did right to get a date with you.”

His words made you blush, tucking your cheek against your shoulder, feeling like a high schooler all over again with a schoolgirl crush.

Steve didn’t know how much it took for you to take a chance on a date with him. You weren’t really looking for a relationship, let alone a date, but you decided to jump in headfirst and just give it go.

And you were glad that you did because Steve was different in a lot of ways.

He didn’t comment on how your high heels made him feel short.

Or how he didn’t understand why you liked James Taylor’s music in the first place.

He didn’t understand why you thanked him profusely after he pulled out your chair for you, but you did.

You knew that relationships were never easy for you, but Steve made it feel like it could be that way.

“Steve, you don’t know how much I like you, and this is only our first date.” You declared softly, creeping your fingers closer to his hand across the table, yet not meeting his, petrified of his reply to your honesty.

He grinned, eyes flickering to your hands as he made the move to brush his fingers against yours, resting them snugly on top of one another before meeting his eyes to yours.

“I feel the exact same way.”

Steve had always thought that the feeling of infatuation was supposed to spark with pandemonium. The kind where it was obsessive and all over the place, but with you it felt peaceful. Sure, he was nervous asking you on a date and even waiting here for your arrival, but there was that underlying assurance of peace.

So for the first time in a long time, for you and Steve it felt like a new start.

One that you both could watch begin again.

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positivelybeastly · 9 months ago

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REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

In no particular order . . .

Touch-Tone Telephone, by Lemon Demon.

And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon, they'll discover me In the Super-Sargasso Sea I try to call you every day What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

Dust and Ashes, by Josh Groban.

Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be? Is this how I die? Such a slough of feelings inside of me But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh god, was there something that I missed? Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

I got my best suit and my tie Shiny silver dollar on either eye I hear the chauffeur comin' to my door Says there's room for maybe just one more I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door

Dr. Wanna Do, by Caro Emerald.

I sat down and I waited Til I heard my name get called It's like I'm at races And I think I won them all He asked me to step forward First I caught my breath, and ran For endless observation In the hands of Superman

What This World Is Coming to, by Nate Ruess ft. Beck.

So let's get high in the moonlight Even the stars go right over our head I know I'm gonna shine here in the afterlife Leaving the fight for peace of mind instead You know that I can't stop thinkin' bout you You're the source of everything I do You brought faith to songs I sing, so I went and bought a diamond ring I wanna spend each night here with you

Paper Rings, by Taylor Swift.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four)

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Honestly, these give me such different energies and correlate to entirely different Hanks and different time periods:

Dust and Ashes has me RIGHT in Morrisonian body angst and depression.

What This World Is Coming To has me in what I'm starting to call the 'animal with no natural habitat' aspect of Hank's feeling of never belonging and need to find solace in others.

Paper Rings is his hopeless romanticism and boundless energy.

Dr. Wanna Do is his sexuality and his confidence.

Dead Man's Party is his eccentricity and moroseness and fascination with the unknown.

And Touch-Tone Telephone is . . . well. All of it, actually.

#outofmuffins #dash game

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emmafallsinlove · 2 years ago

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hi again bestie!!! how are you?? 💕 sorry for not passing by earlier, as you may know these past days have been insane with the tour sjsjs but i loved your answer, it was very sweet and i’m so happy your experience was great! that support and acceptance (especially from family/friends) is essential imo, so it’s important to continue to educate ourselves in good values and respect each other regardless of our gender and orientation. humans are not clones, we are (even literal twins) so different from each other and so unique on our own, yet paradoxically we are all the same!! that’s the beauty on it (baby that’s the fun of ME! lmao) but as you said, not everyone has the same luck unfortunately and people can be so closed minded even up to this point. my coming out was also good, though! i go by she/her, i’m bi and i have a gf 😊 but i didn’t know about you so i’m glad i asked! okay okay... here are the questions of the day!!

what are your fave lgbt+ taylor songs or those whose lyrics you can apply to your life? are you a yntcd hater or supporter?? (no judgment here, i’m genuinely curious!) and finally, what is your fave era/album of taylor and why? hope you’re fine and have a really lovely week, see you soon hopefully!! - 🌈

omg hii!! <33 it was super crazy these last few days aksjdklkd are you excited about speak now tv??? i am so excited about it i can't wait! i need mine tv asap actually aksjjskd

my fave taylor lgbtq+ song is ivy. something about this song just gives me wlw vibes with unaware husband aka emily and sue from dickinson ft. austin i guess? i've seen so many theories over the years about how evermore is a reference for emily dickinson and her love for sue over reddit or the internet and i guess it stayed with me.

and like in 3.09 they had ivy playing and also if you search in youtube "emily and sue ivy" you'd find endless of videos of them with this song AKASHJJSKD as in here and here and.... yeah i'll stop now *goes to cry in the bathroom*

also i need to actually think of the other songs of taylor that i see as lgbtq+ coded beside ivy. maybe wonderland or even cruel summer? honestly i don't know AKAJKSLSLS im the worst lmao but also like

And I screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

just screams lgbtq+ coded to me suddenly

oh and i love yntcd!!!! even me! has grow on me and both of them sounds so good in vinyl. like, sooo good. lover on a vinyl is a whole other experience i can assure you AKAHJSKJKDS i actually cannot wait for 1989 tv so i could listen to style on vinyl but i'm getting off track here sorry AKSJKSKLD

my favorite era/album? well it depends on my mood but folklore. i wanted to do a tattoo with the word folklore as honoring this album but i ended up getting "to live for the hope of it all" and i did ivy tattoo on the same day actually here it is so akajsklds yeah.

and what about you in regard to favorite album/era? :) oh and i know i already asked it but also which song are you waiting to hear the most in speak now tv? <3

#AHHHH HII BESTIE <333 #sorry for my very long answer i got carried away #anon pride swiftie #ask*

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ginnyweasleymybeloved · 4 years ago

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heartbeat on the high line / fred weasley

unresolved angst for freddie because i felt like it <3

summary: fred broke your heart a long time ago and a walk through diagon alley brings up old memories for the both of you

word count: 2.9 k

warnings: post-war timeline, mentions of torture sort of?, mentions of being underweight because of said torture, fluff sort of if you squint?, angst, open ended, tiny mention of death, let me know if i missed anything!! <3

let me know what you think <3

this is based on the song “cardigan” by taylor swift but it’s not a song fic <3

Skies of dark grey released heavy sheets of rain onto the cobblestone streets below, the pitter-patter of the torrential downpour barely muted the sound of your high heels against the all too familiar stone street. A stark black umbrella held primly above your head shielded you from the typical English weather as you strutted through Diagon Alley.

Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on showing your face in the magical hotspot, not so soon after the war anyway. Years worth of memories haunted every twist and turn of the street you seemed to own in the moment, light grey stones darkened and slick from the rain completely devoid of any feet other than your own.

You recalled all of the significant moments, each bookmarked by a certain area of the various alleys. Flourish & Blotts; where you’d met your first love all those years ago, at the age of eleven you’d been so bright eyed and sure of the future, sure of him. In the distance you could make out the bright orange exterior of Weasleys’ Wizard wheezes; where you’d walked away from your first love, all those years later however not so long ago that the sight of his legacy, as vibrant and joy inducing as it always had been, didn’t elicit an uncomfortable pang to spring in your chest. As you progressed past Olivander’s, your lips quirked up ever so slightly as the aging paint of the shop expelled all misconceptions you had about the boy who still haunted all of your “What If?”s, the lightly rusting windows screaming at you as if to remind you that, actually, he hadn’t been your first love. Olivander’s Wand Shop had been the true site of your first love and you’d found that first taste of true, pure, untainted love in the form of your phoenix feather core, thirteen inch, English oak wand.

A wistful giggle left your lips, your feet unmoving, rain lashing down aggressively and sliding off the edges of your umbrella, creating streams of water that fell around you but never got close enough to you to so much as dampen your outfit. Losing yourself in the joy of recalling how happy you’d been upon being chosen by your fateful wand, you failed to notice the familiar frame who had made his way to the doorway of the shop. The creaking of the old door pulled you from your thoughts, a dazzlingly grin broke out on your face as Mr. Olivander himself leant against his propped open door, keeping himself dry inside the comfort of his warm shop.

A grin similar to yours adorned his lips as he called out rather loudly over the rain, “I do recall that smile getting you out of quite a bit of trouble, back in your Hogwarts days,” your smile only widened at his recollection.

“To this day it’s the secret to my success,” you beamed jokingly as Olivander shook his head and released a low chuckle. He had no doubt that you’d be going places, ever since the first moment he’d clapped eyes on you he knew you were destined for success, of course, it was also no wonder that bewitching smile of yours had helped you get there. Like your wand; you chose your company carefully, held nothing but passion for the things you craved, were fiercely determined and surprisingly flexible without breaking your morals.

“I also recall thinking you’d grow up to become one of the brightest witches this country had ever seen. It seems as though you proved me right, dear girl,” he spoke with such reverence that you almost wished to cower away from his gaze, however, you held your confident stance and let your smile melt into an adoring grin once more.

“Don’t act as though you had nothing to do with it, sir,” your voice carried through the wall of worsening rain between yourself and the older wizard, “If it hadn’t been for your encouragement during the war, I think I’d have simply given up in the cellar of Malfoy Manor,” it was a dark time, of course it was, it had been a war after all. You supposed, the love you held for your coveted wand extended to the man who had supplied it to you in the first place; Mr. Olivander, he was more than just the slightly daft wand shop owner, he had been- for longer than you cared to remember- your cellmate, the man who had slid you his rations from across the dungeon when you’d faded to nothing but skin on bones, the one who encouraged you to pursue your dreams of becoming a journalist with the hopes of shining light on issues far more important than the ones covered by that roach Rita Skeeter. He was a lot of things, but above all else, he was your friend.

“Now, now dear,” he chastised teasingly, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes as lively now as it had been on the day he was born, and, every day since, “You better be getting to Gringotts. Lots of galleons and sickles to collect I’m sure. Being the head of the Daily Prophet surely keeps those money bags heavy, eh?”

Your laugh echoed through the street one again, your lips which were painted black, supplied him with the very best smile you could possibly muster. “I suppose I should get going. Look after yourself.” Olivander shot you a wink before retreating back into his shop.

A familiar lamp caught your attention, the ghosts of your past passions rising as brutally as the rain fell. You could remember it, clear as day.

His laughter mingled with yours, the hearty belly laughs bellowing through the darkened street as the pair of you stumbled out of The Leaky Cauldron in the early hours of the morning, systems altered by the copious amounts of fire whiskey you’d managed to consume. His hand held yours in a tight grasp, he swung your interconnected arms childishly.

One second you’d been walking and the next he was twirling you around beneath the spotlight of the flickering post above you. Drunkenly, you’d spun your little heart out, spurred on by his slightly slurred, yet somehow sweet, singing. He admired you as you shimmied ahead of him, completely free, fresh out of school and not yet weighed down by the darkness that loomed in the distance. When your eyes caught his you shot him a smile, he knew it well, it was the smile, it shun like sequins when they caught light and he knew it was worth more than all of the gold in Gringotts. You beckoned him over to you with a finger, taking his hand when he got close enough you spun him around and laughed weightlessly.

The feeling of his hands gripping your waist would be imprinted on your skin for as long as you lived, you’d thought, charmed by the look in his brown eyes when you internally swore that you would’ve loved him for a lifetime.

What you didn’t know, as you shook off the phantom hands on your waist, was that he’d seen your eyes that night and despite his heavily intoxicated state, he noted your devotion and even now, when he’d lay awake and think of you; it was that look and that sequinned smile that haunted him. Just as the streets of Diagon Alley haunted you.

Thinking of the sequence of events that led you to walking away from the person you’d honestly believed to be your once in a lifetime, perhaps even your once in twenty lifetimes, or infinite lifetimes, did nothing but torment your already scarred heart. He was always hard to pin down, how could he not be? With a face like his and the world wrapped around his finger, he knew he didn’t have to settle for only one of each thing.

Chasing two girls excited him, at the time. All of the secret keeping, high stakes secret meet ups, illicit affairs and sensual politics had kept him energised. Until the novelty wore off and he was left with nothing but a side-piece whose favourite colour he hadn’t bothered to learn. But he’d known yours, he knew everything about you, he still did. He knew you, he remembered how you’d stared at him, eyes heavy with betrayal and filled to the brim with tears the day you’d confronted him, your bags already packed as you made it clear that; yes, you love him, but no, he couldn’t fix this. No matter how hard he’d fought to change the ending to your fairytale-esq love story, you’d slipped through his fingers like water.

Various knick knacks that had once been yours still lived in his flat, above the shop you’d encouraged him to open, back in school. For weeks, your scent lingered like a tattoo kiss on his skin, his clothes, his bedsheets, his everything as a constant reminder that he’d forced you away. He’d practically paid for your ticket for the last train out of London that day. He told himself that he was only seventeen; what on Earth did he truly know about love? And again he reasoned; he knew you.

Months before the war he swore time and time again that he’d seen your face amongst the busy, condensed crowds of Diagon Alley. On countless occasions he found himself chasing down strangers like a madman, hoping for nothing more than to catch even a glimpse of the woman who made his heart smile as beautifully as she herself did.

Chin tilted upwards as you passed his renowned joke shop, you walked with a sense of importance willing your feet not to stop, but you couldn’t deny the urge you had to check up on him.

The last time you’d seen him, the world around you had been in complete chaos. You’d only just been saved from the months of endless torture you were forced to endure. Nothing like now, you’d been frail and weak and hollow. But still, you’d saved his life. Without a word you’d saved him from being crushed, as if he had been just another person to save, as if he hadn’t shared the most intimate of moments with you, before rushing back off, back into the fray until the battle had been won. That was the last time he’d seen you in the flesh and he ached to see you again- so he could thank you, so he could tell you that he was grateful to be alive but his life wouldn’t be worth half as much if he never got to hold you in his arms again.

The rain smashed unyieldingly against the windows of the shop as he worked on the tills, the shop was unusually empty, nobody willing to do any sort of shopping on a day so miserable. With a bored sigh, he stared out the large window before him, only one woman walked the street, an umbrella struggling to fight off the rain. The raindrops that accumulated on the window blurred his view of the lady’s face but there was no amount of rain in the world that could hide your signature strut of defiance from him.

Quickly he scampered out from behind the counter, “George! Watch the counter!” He screeched, bombing it out the front door while George released a tired sigh, hoping his twin wasn’t regressing back to his chasing strangers phase.

As soon as he’d entered the open air, he was completely soaked to the bone. Your heels clacking like the countdown on a ticking time bomb as Fred stood frozen as few meters behind you. His hair sopping wet, his shirt sticking to his body and his face completely desperate as he called your name.

His heart was beating so aggressively that he was positive you could hear it from up the street. You’d stopped in your tracks upon hearing his voice, your stomach erupting with butterflies while simultaneously dropping in anticipation when you turned to face him.

“You’re here,” he stated dumbly, swallowing the lump in his throat as he took you in. As beautiful as you’d always been, he carefully inched towards you, you stayed rooted in your spot but let him advance on you. The phantom feeling of his strong hands on your waist clouded your judgment and made you long to have him come back to you.

You nodded your head, “I’m here.”

Fred nodded too, exhaling a deep breath now that he was sure he wasn’t imagining your presence as he had countless times before. Before either of you knew it, you were standing within arms length of each other, however, far too unsure to touch. The rain was roaring and Fred began to blink rapidly, the water hitting his eyes ruthlessly before you took a single step forward and saved him from the onslaught of droplets. You were close now, so close Fred could smell your perfume and see every detail of your face. The handle of your spacey umbrella rested in between the both of you, acting like a barrier so he wouldn’t tug you against his shaking form and hug the daylights out of you.

“You never let me say thank you,” he started, tears very quickly forming to mix with the raindrops that slid down his freckled face. “At the battle. If you hadn't been there, Y/n, I would’ve died.”

“Don’t say that,” you begged, you’d mulled the scenario of “what if I’d been too late?” over in your mind, more times than you were willing to admit, and the image of Fred cold and dead, despite how terribly he’d hurt you, made your gut wrench so violently that you thought you might be sick. “I was there. That’s all that matters.”

His brows furrowed and suddenly the hands on your waist weren’t that of a past ghost anymore, they were his; very real and in the moment. “Why didn’t you stay? After you saved me you just ran off, I couldn’t find you after it was over-“ his voice was so vulnerable, it cracked and hitched and you forced yourself to cut him off, your umbrella shaking in your hand.

“Because I didn’t want you to see me like that- the way I was after Harry got the others and I out of Malfoy’s,” you told him honestly, biting back tears as you offered him more elaboration while he shook his head in a frantic sort of disbelief, “I was weak and skeletal, I couldn’t face you. Not when I saw the way you looked at me.”

“I looked at you the same!” He exclaimed and you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Exactly, Fred! I was vulnerable and damaged beyond belief and even after everything- every screaming match, or slammed door or horrible words that we wish we could take back you still looked at me like I was your favourite thing!” You rambled, chest heaving painfully as you tried, uselessly, to keep your building tears at bay. Fred didn’t waste a second before he was pulling the umbrella from you and tossing the thing, that had become more of a hindrance than a help, away from you before he cupped your cheeks urgently.

Rain enveloped the both of you and Fred knew he shouldn’t have been thinking it, but merlin, you seemed to glow in the rain and he acknowledged the fact he’d been aware of all along; you were truly an angel.

“Because you were! You are,” his voice was dripping with honest desperation, “I might not have known anything else back then but I knew I missed you, I knew that hurting you would be the worst thing I ever did and when I saw you that day I knew I still loved you and my life wasn’t worth living if it wasn’t spent with you!” You were at a loss for words at his shouted, emotionally charged confession. His eyes searched yours for the look that haunted him, the promise to love him forever that was hidden beneath your irises and after the next words slipped from his lips, he thought that maybe he’d uncovered it.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make things up to you. You’re quite literally the only reason my heart is beating and I’d sooner actually die than let you go one more second thinking that you aren’t the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my stupid, idiotic life.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n

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vegetalass · 4 years ago

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What about the RDR2 boys on a road trip?

Thank you so much for this fun request! As you can see.... I went a little crazy❤️✨😩

General

They fight about what snacks they should bring and end up forgetting them all

They all fart in the car and blame each other for it.

Literally ends up being the stinkiest ride ever and everyone wants to Die

The fighting about what’s played on the stereo is endless and someone is always unhappy about it

If they have to take two separate cars, Hosea switches up the groups so that no one is stuck with the same people for too long

If one car seats seven, Hosea and Dutch will take the other for themselves (smh)

I’m not gonna lie… literally all of them would pee in a bottle… how they feel about it is pretty different, though

Arthur

Can drive one-handed

Drives in silence, not because he likes silence but because everyone else is Too Loud and he needs a break

Tries to talk about the scenery but that’s boring and he gets ignored

Also gets ignored when he points out cool cars.. and cows… and license plates…

Even Charles can’t be bothered to respond

Backseat driver

Gets yelled at constantly for this but doesn’t stop

John gets it the worst

He doesn’t have road rage, just thinks that everyone is a bad driver

His favorite thing is to roll down all of the windows in the car

Rarely gets to do this because of how many complaint’s he’d get

Stops at every farm stand on the side of the road that he sees

After a while he doesn’t even need anything and just does it because he feels bad if he drives past them

The only thing he’ll eat while driving is chips

His clothes and seat get covered in crumbs

Wears his hat, jacket and boots in the car even though it’s hot and doesn’t make sense

Also probably buys one of those dangly pine trees to hang on his rearview mirror

Can’t read in the car because he gets carsick :(

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but he doesn’t want to talk about it

John

If he’s not driving, he’s probably asleep

And if he’s not asleep, he’s “resting”

Honestly, he just doesn’t want to talk to anyone in that environment

The grumpiest one of them

He’s just mad (sad) because Abigail wouldn’t let him go with Ms. Grimshaw and the girls

Probably ends up spilling something and tries to blame it on whoever is sitting next to him

Spends most of his radio time just browsing through stations

When he finds anything he likes, it immediately goes to ads and the process starts all over again

Takes all his rest stops at 7/11 just so he can get a slushee and a hotdog

He’s okay with stopping at gas stations too but they’re just not the same

Takes off his shoes in the car and just wears his socks the whole ride

He probably drives like that, too

This is why Abigail didn’t let him go with them

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but he’d be mad about it and would try to bring it up a lot

Charles

Plans out where and when he’s going to make stops

Probably does a few stretches and some jumping jacks when he gets out of the car

He will let the gang stop at McDonalds but only if he thinks they deserve it

The only thing he orders for himself is an ice cream cone

The safest driver out of everyone

So safe, in fact, that he’s always made to drive at night

He doesn’t mind much because everyone is pretty quiet when it’s late and that means less complaining

Makes a long playlist full of music like Sufjan Stevens and Mumford & Sons (and The Black Eyed Peas)

Everyone tries to clown him for it but he’s the King of brushing it off

“When it’s your turn, you can play what you want” or “I didn’t complain when you were playing 100gecs”

First of all: drag them…

Second of all: okay, Dad.

Talented because he can read in the car without getting carsick

Apologizes for everyone’s behavior when they go anywhere

Makes everyone use hand sanitizer after doing literally anything

They have to pass it around the car like little kids

It’s probably Bath and Body Works

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but pretends that he wouldn’t

Micah

If he’s driving, he gets control of the radio. Doesn’t matter if it’s his turn or not, he gets Full Control.

If anyone even suggests changing what he’s playing, he snaps at them

Dummy probably smokes in the car

Dummy also probably eats while he drives

Holds his food while steering

Everything gets greasy

His rest stops are incredibly short

So short that they practically don’t exist

Threatens to drive off without people

The only time Dutch intervenes with his behavior is when he tries to pick up a hitchhiker

He’s like, “Look Arthur, it’s your long lost brother!”

He also probably tries to stop at a gentlemen’s club in the middle of nowhere at some point, too

“I could crash this car right now if I wanted to”

He only says this once though because it causes a riot

Backseat driver but only to Arthur

Sean swerving and Hosea speeding: I sleep

Arthur accidentally cutting someone off: REAL SHIT?

The only other one who gets to use the charging cord (because he’s mean and demands to)

Would he pee in a bottle? - He’s almost happy to

Hosea

Is never allowed to drive because he doesn’t like to make stops. He 100% will drive past every single rest stop and every single McDonalds they see

Everyone could be screaming at him to pull over and he’d just ignore them

Drives way too fast. Catch him going 90 MPH saying “I’m just going with the traffic!”

Everyone else: terrified

When it’s his turn for the radio, he chooses to play an audiobook

If you complain about being bored to him, he’ll try to get everyone to sing campfire songs

Everyone gets to about ninety-five bottles of beer on the wall before giving up and start fighting

He’s also the one to suggest playing “I Spy”

The gang will play but it’s all like

“I Spy something gross”

“Is it Micah’s butt crack?”

“Yes”

Has one of those mini electric fans that sprays water at you when you press a button

Doesn’t share it

Always has his phone plugged into the charger to the point where no one else can use it

Keeps a box of bubbly water under his seat

It’s lukewarm

He’s the only one who drinks it but he offers it to everyone 24/7

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, but only because he makes the other boys do it and he feels guilty

Dutch

Acts like everyone should be grateful he’s driving even though they’re all taking turns

Pulls the “You’re lucky I drove, I’m not a chauffeur!” card when someone is mean to him about anything

Music of choice is just Elvis Presley with a few random smooth jazz songs mixed in

“What do you boys know about this?”

Everyone: …

Complains about everything

If he’s not complaining about someone being irritating, he’s complaining about how hot it is, and if not that, there’s something else

Always thirsty and needs to have a drink with him at all time

Will only share it with Hosea or Arthur and lowkey neither of them want what he’s drinking

When he’s driving, makes everyone stop at a drive-through cafe where he orders the most expensive iced drink on the menu

Like Arthur, gets mad at people for “not enjoying the view”

“You boys are so lucky you get to experience the…” Blah, blah, blah

Ends up falling asleep but only because he wears a sleep mask and ear plugs

Probably listens to music on a walkman lmao

*Dutch in sunglasses and headphones* “Sorry I didn’t see you right there, I was too busy, mmm, blocking out the haters”

Would he pee in a bottle? - Yes, because he thinks it’s efficient

Kieran

Slowest driver of the bunch

And out of all of them, takes the most stops

Probably packs his own bag of snacks and it’s all fucking jellybeans and gummy bears

Says that they’re the easiest to eat while driving

Technically, that isn’t even a lie (Micah, please take notes)

He will stop anywhere anyone asks… Why is he so nice?

His favorite stop is Dunkin’ Donuts, though

The music he plays is either great or awful and no one can agree on which is which

Every other song is 2000s dance techno

That or Taylor Swift (and that’s when people start yelling at him to change it)

Spends the whole trip in slides and no one wants to sit next to him because of his exposed feet

He can (and will) drive in them, though

When he’s not driving, he’s probably watching a movie or playing games on a big ass tablet

Gets made fun of for using huge headphones

People are just jealous he’s able to find a wifi signal

Would he pee in a bottle? - He’s done grosser things for less, so yes

Javier

Brings himself a sandwich to eat and ends up sitting on it

Backseat driver energy but he’s better at restraining his comments than Arthur

That being said, if your driving is shitty, he will send you Vibes

Doesn’t bother much with searching for music and just ends up playing a few hour long YouTube mixes when it’s his turn for the radio

It’s either that, or Mexican radio for 2 hours (and he will sing along)

The only people who don’t complain about this are Charles and Arthur

Probably the only one out of all of them to make the gang go to an actual restaurant during his rest stop

It’s the first real meal any of them have had in like, three days, and suddenly they all feel better

They refuse to admit it, though

Clips his nails out the window at some point

Ties a bandana around his eyes and uses it as a sleep mask

*insert that picture of the guy with his face mask over his eyes on an airplane*

Also probably uses the bandana to block out the smell of farts when it gets especially stinky

Would he pee in a bottle? - He doesn’t want to, but his logic is that if everyone is doing it, why shouldn’t he?

Sean

His driving speed is normal but his driving skills are… Bad

He just isn’t paying attention honestly

Too busy talking

Probably tries to text and drive

Arthur takes away his phone after that

Also, did someone say road rage?

When it’s his turn for music, only plays nasty pop and rap

It’s fine at first, but the fourth time he plays “I Cry” by Flo Rida or “New Body” by Kanye and Nicki Minaj, everyone gets mad

Only takes rest stops at gas stations

And takes literally the longest stops out of all them

Probably spends the whole time telling the gas station cashier about how annoying everyone is

Everyone is like “kasjdfkhd” because they think he’s the annoying one and they’ve been waiting to leave for like ten minutes

Don’t sit next to him because he will sweat on you

If you share your drink with him, 50% chance he’ll backwash in it

When he’s not driving, he’s watching Tik Toks without headphones (if Arthur has given his phone back, that is)

Would he pee in a bottle? - Without hesitation

Bonus:

While the boys are all off fighting, Ms. Grimshaw packed the girls a picnic that they get to enjoy at a nice, camping rest stop

Molly speeds like the devil

She’s like Hosea, if not worse

Tilly made everyone a different playlist and they all take turns listening to them

Karen isn’t allowed to drive because she spiked her water bottle before leaving

Also isn’t allowed the aux cord because she will play inappropriate music or meme songs

Sadie pumps the gas and chooses all of the snacks for everyone

It’s a mixture of healthy treats and candy

Jack is the Squidward wearing sunglasses while sunbathing meme when John asks if he wants to ride “with the boys”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 #arthur morgan #bruh i went off #i had to go on a roadtrip a couple years ago and it was HELL so this was easy tho #im working late tomorrow but feel free to send me some ideas yall! i might not do them all but i love thinking about them❤️#also the format got fucked up so if its a lil messy i sowwy #shyhidingshadowgirl

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queenofbaws · 3 years ago

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UD: A Different Kind of Sleepover

Characters: Mike Munroe, Jess Riley, Matt Taylor, Emily Davis Rating: T (Language you’d expect in an Emily vs. Jess argument, some adult situations of the smoochin’ variety) Word count: 4,255 Summary: And so after a massive fight at the lodge, Mike and Jess are (s)exiled to the guest cabin. What a bummer! It’s not exactly a 5-star hotel, that cabin, and Josh forgot to mention one tiny detail: There’s only one bed. Which...okay, honestly, sounds a-okay in Mike’s book. At least at first. Author’s note: Also on AO3 if you prefer! Link will be added in the notes. ---

Josh had sold the place to him as a “snowy little love nest” full of “the finest woodland ambience money could buy” and “enough rustic charm to woo even the hardest of cases out of their pants.” Nowhere in the endless, rambling, hand-waving sales pitch had he mentioned, oh, say, the lack of working heating, or the weird moldy smell the logs next to the woodstove had, or the dust, or, oh, um, hmm…ah, right, the fucking bear that had almost eaten them on the walk over!

Had it not been for the fact that he’d only gotten two of his three points wrong, Mike thought their return trip tomorrow morning might’ve included a brief interlude where he wrung the life out of that scrawny little weasel’s throat in front of God and everyone else who wanted to watch. But as it turned out, that Josh-Wash was one lucky sonuvabitch, because the only thing he’d been right about was the only thing Mike really cared about—cold and dust and bloodthirsty forest predators notwithstanding, Jess had, in fact, been wooed right out of her pants.

Oho, she’d been wooed riiight on out of them and riiight on onto him, and for that? Well, for that he thought he could, perhaps, show Josh an itty-bitty crumb of benevolence in the form of not giving him a swirly when they all got back to the lodge.

Over the warm, ambient sounds of the cabin settling around them, the screaming of the wind was still just barely audible, suggesting in no uncertain terms that the weather outside? Frightful. As the song went, though, the fire? Delightful. Small, of course, hardly more than a faint orange glow in the grate, but deee-lightful all the same, crackling and popping and almost as cozy as Josh had promised. And sure, maybe the couch had seen better days, and maybe the blanket he’d found in the back room was about as comfortable as fiberglass insulation dipped in itching powder, but as Jess threaded her fingers through his hair and giggled against his lips, Mike couldn’t help but grin.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snowww, he chuckled to himself, only for the thought to shatter into a million tiny pieces when he felt the couch cushions dip, Jess sliding from her spot beside him to instead straddle his hips, and okay—okay. Yeah, grudge with Josh forgotten wholesale.

Another gust of wind hit the cabin, rattling the windows and the pipes with such ferocity that both of them turned, laughing when they met each other’s eyes again.

“Jesus-please-us!” And he wouldn’t admit as much, but hoo boy was he glad for the moment of distraction, if only because it bought him a few more seconds to struggle (futilely, it was starting to seem) with the clasp of her bra. Christ, he would’ve preferred a goddamn Rubik’s Cube to whatever was going on back there…

“Right?” she laughed, her shoulders shimmying in a dramatic pantomime of a shiver. “Brrr! Sounds like we got in here just in time.”

“Just in time,” he agreed with a nod, still trying to figure out that fucking clasp.

Her fingers slid slowly from his hair to his shoulders, then from there to his chest, warm even through the fabric of his undershirt, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth in a gesture made all the more distracting by how brief it was. “Good thing we’re in here with our nice, toasty fire…”

“And the requisite mood lighting,” he reminded her, his smirk halfhearted as he thought he’d finally gotten the damn thing unhooked…only for it to hold fast. “Oh for fuck’s sa—”

She didn’t seem to notice his struggling (or maybe had just decided to take pity on his stupid ass), her eyes still flitting between the door and shuttered window, fixed in the general direction of the front wall. He couldn’t say with any sort of confidence what it was she was looking at, but on his part at least, the view was fantastic. “What’re we gonna do if we wake up tomorrow and we’re like, all snowed in?”

“I’ve got a couple ideas…”

“Oh yeah?” In one fluid movement she pressed herself flush against him, her lips tracing the line of his jaw until she made it all the way to his ear, jokingly nipping there. “What kind of ideas, exactly?” she asked, her laughter mischievous and low in her throat.

“The kind,” he said as slyly as he could, what with his eyes rolling towards the ceiling in a consternated grimace when he failed—again!—to do anything about that stupid fucking goddamn bra (this shit seriously wasn’t really helping his self-esteem), “That involve, y’know…staving off hypothermia by sharing body heat…” Jess hummed at that. “Or finding other, maybe more primal, ways to keep the blood pumping. I, uh, don’t know if you noticed this during our grand tour of the place but…” He resumed his grin just as Jess pulled back, and he raised an eyebrow as fetchingly as he could. “There’s, hmm…how do I break this to you…” Mike lowered his voice until it was little more than a conspiratorial whisper, leaning forward to press his lips to hers. “There’s only one bed.”

Eyes alight with feigned scandal, Jess opened her mouth into a small ‘o’ of surprise. “Oh me, oh my!” she giggled, “I bet it’s not even a big bed, either.”

“It’s not. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Miss Riley, but it is not, in fact, the kind of bed you can stretch out in. Oh no. Nonono, alas, I think we’re gonna be in pretty close quarters for the foreseeable future, so…you better hope we don’t get snowed in, cuz if we do…”

“Mhm…?” Her fingers crept beneath the straps of his undershirt to trail teasingly along his skin.

“We’re just gonna have to get real friendly, you and me, that’s all…really gonna have to get comfortable pressed up against—”

That’s when it happened.

BANGBANGBANG!

Where before they had simply turned around at the sound of the wind, that time they jumped as though they’d been caught passing notes in class, both wide-eyed and open-mouthed as they whipped their heads towards the door. For a moment, neither of them moved, simply staying exactly as they were—Jess with her hands resting on Mike’s collarbone and her thighs on either side of him, Mike with his fingers foolishly hooked into the back of Jess’s bra—and then they looked to one another again, asking the same question with their eyes.

BANGBANGBANG!

Oh. That couldn’t be…great.

It wasn’t an abrupt movement, but an anxious one all the same, Mike sliding his hands down to nudge Jess from off of him, getting to his feet so he could figure out what in the good goddamn was going on. He didn’t get too far, though.

“Don’t…!” She grabbed his arm before he could get both feet on the ground. “Don’t answer it!” Jess hissed, her face contorting into a rubbery mask of disbelief. “Are you out of your mind?!”

He opened his mouth, got half a sound out, then lowered his voice. They might as well both be whispering like secret agents, he figured. “What, and just let whoever that is freeze out there?”

The look of abject shock on her face melted for a second—just long enough for her to fix him with one of the most withering stares he’d ever seen. …well, okay, one of the most withering stares he’d ever seen since breaking up with Emily, anyway. “It’s the middle of the night and we’re in the middle of freaking Buttfuck, Nowhere! And you want to go open the door for some…some…some snowy psychopath to come in here and—”

BANGBANGBANG!

“Yeah Jess, I—”

“Why would you do that?!”

As patiently and as kindly as he could, Mike pulled Jess’s hand off of his arm, jokingly pressing an extremely gentlemanly kiss to her knuckles in hopes of salvaging the situation. Whatever idiocy was going on outside? He could deal with that. And hopefully—oh, so hopefully—they’d be able to pick up riiight where they’d left off afterwards. “Because…” he said in a hushed singsong, seriously regretting shutting the, uh, shutters earlier (it sure would’ve been nice to get a peek at whoever was banging on the door like that), “It’s the middle of the night and we’re in the middle of Buttfuck, Nowhere. What if they need help? I’ll remind you, darling heart, we just almost got eaten by a fucking bear out there!”

Her only response to that was a groan, which, honestly, was about as good as he could’ve hoped for. Save for a quiet rustling, probably her grabbing for the blanket, there was perfect silence in the room as he methodically made his way to the front door, his eyes resting momentarily on the hunting rifle hung on the wall. He considered grabbing it, if only to quiet the panicked little voice in the back of his head, but he wasn’t sure he dug the optics on that one. Was he old enough to be one of those loonies that answered the door with a gun leveled at someone? Probably not. Probably. Give it another couple years…or another couple good scares like that, though, and maybe he’d change his view.

As though she’d been waiting for precisely the right moment (which was to say the most dramatic one), Jess called out “Wait!” just as his fingertips brushed the doorknob.

Mike whirled around again, meaning to shoot back a tense “What?!” but only managing an unexpectedly pleased “Oh?” when he saw the rustling he’d heard hadn’t been her grabbing for the blanket but his jacket. She’d somehow managed to pull it on to cover herself in those scant few seconds, and now as she sat there, watching him from over the back of the couch, it was impossible to ignore the way it looked on her, hanging temptingly open just so to reveal one of her shoulders. “Well hello there.”

Jess’s cheeks puffed out in a nervous breath. Her eyes were glued to the door, his flirtations openly ignored. “What if…”

“…what if…?”

Her lips tightened. “What if it’s the bear?”

“It’s not the…” But shit.

Okay. That…that wasn’t an awful point. What if it was the bear?

“I don’t…I don’t think they can knock on doors.”

“What if they can, though?” Another decent point. What if they could?

Narrowing his eyes, Mike stared at the door for another second…then shook the thought out of his head. “It’s not a bear,” he said, then, much more quietly, added, “Probably.” Still, as he reached for the doorknob again, he found it significantly harder to tighten his grip on it, his mind filling with images of matted fur and giant claws, bloodshot eyes and broken teeth—

“Oh for the love of—MICHAEL!” And then the knocking picked up twice as furiously as before, now accompanied by a voice that somehow managed to be twice as furious as that. “We know you’re in there, you assholes! We can see the fucking lights on through the cracks! How about you put your pants back on and—”

“Oh God.” On the couch, Jess slumped. “I take it back, I’d prefer the bear.”

“You and me both,” Mike muttered. He opened the door then, and didn’t have any chance to step back before Emily was bustling past him, stamping snow off her boots and shaking it from the collar of her coat. “Yeah, uh, nice to see you too, Em…” He glanced to the doorway as Matt joined her inside, looking suitably sheepish as he did so. “Hey man.”

“Hey,” Matt said, his eyes full of apologies and his hair full of snow. “We know this is, uh, less than ide—”

“Ugh.” With a roll of her eyes damn near powerful enough to launch the Earth out of orbit, Emily spun around so she wouldn’t have to look at the couch. “Wow…” she scoffed. “Wooow…I was kidding about the whole ‘put your pants back on’ thing, but I guess I see now that you two sure don’t waste any time, huh?”

Since they were standing side-by-side, Mike didn’t (read: couldn’t) miss Matt’s exasperated “Not this again…” and honestly? He felt that in his soul.

The four of them hadn’t left the lodge on the friendliest of terms…which meant two of them hadn’t left the lodge on the friendliest of terms, and the other two had to pretend it had actually been all four of them. It didn’t take a genius to guess which were which.

He shut the cabin’s door behind them, hitting the deadbolt just in case the aforementioned bear got any wise ideas about developing opposable thumbs, and shot Matt a look of commiseration. Had to be careful about it, though…one wrong move, one of the girls catching sight of that, and they’d all be wishing they’d been eaten by wildlife.

It didn’t seem either of them had to worry too much, though, because as though the past few hours hadn’t happened at all, Jess and Emily were back to the races, facing off like feral dogs with their sights set on the same piece of steak.

“Oooh, someone sounds jealous!” Jess accused as she stood from the couch, her posture immediately gaining a sultry little slink meant, no doubt, to bring more attention to what she was (or wasn’t, as the case was) wearing under Mike’s jacket. “Did you guys seriously, like, literally come all the way out here just because you couldn’t stand the thought of us having a little fun?” She fluttered her eyelashes and pressed a hand to her chest, widening her eyes dramatically when Emily glowered her way. “Wow. That’s…pathetic. Like actually seriously pathetic. You come all the way out here—”

“For your information, we were trying to find a bag that someone forgot…” Emily turned away from Jess only long enough to shoot a scornful look Matt’s way, and once she whirled back, Matt met Mike’s eyes with an expression he remembered all too well from when he and Emily had been together: I’m so tired, that look said, I’m so, so tired. “And since someone couldn’t be bothered to look at the freaking map before we left—”

“So you walked like an hour and a half to get here?” He knew he was taking his life into his own hands, but Mike couldn’t help himself; he and Jess had gone through hell to get to the fucking crapshack cabin, and it had been a struggle every step of the way. They’d had to go through a segment of the mines, for fuck’s sake, literally going over the river, through the woods, and past fucking grandma’s house to find the place. There was no way on God’s green Earth Emily and Matt had just accidentally found their way there.

Emily’s stare was pure fire on his face, but Jess’s smirk split wide into a Cheshire Cat grin at the revelation. “You are so pathetic,” she said, speaking slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed, “You’re so pathetic! You literally walked all the way through the snow just to mess with us? Just to mess with us. Oh my God. Oh my God! How sad can you get?”

“You know what? I don’t need to stand here and take this shit from Feel-Me-Up Barbie over here. We got turned around and—”

A braver man might’ve stepped in, might’ve done something about the whole situation. A more mature man most certainly would’ve. Mike, however, knew how and when to pick his battles, and instead of putting his own neck out on the chopping block (again), let Jess handle this one. She seemed to be doing just fine on her own. Instead he turned to Matt, lowering his voice as the girls continued to snipe back and forth at each other. “I am…so sorry,” he murmured.

“Join the club,” Matt said, reaching up to shake the snow from his hair. “I know how it looks, but seriously, we got lost in the storm.”

At that, he rolled his eyes towards him, eyebrows raised.

Matt sighed through his nose. “We mostly got lost in the storm,” he corrected, holding his hands palms-out in surrender. “Not naming names, but uh…I wasn’t exactly leading the charge, sooo…”

“Yeah, trust me…you don’t have to explain jackshit to me.” He folded his arms across his chest, hands rubbing some warmth into his bare skin. “Em likes to finish the fights she starts.”

Knowing better than to add any fuel to that fire, Matt simply snorted a laugh and shook his head knowingly. “For real, though, sorry for interrupting—” His eyes flit towards Jess, who, it stood to be noted, had apparently been surreptitiously unzipping the jacket more and more as the fight went on, removing any doubt about how very, very little she’d been wearing beneath it.

Mike hummed a low sound of defeat. “I can’t forgive you for that one,” he admitted, “And I won’t. So don’t go expecting it.” When Matt snickered again, he waved a joking finger in his face, “You’re lucky I don’t take a swing at you right now, motherfucker,” he teased.

“Hey, swing away. I’d like to see you try.”

“I’m sure it’d be a welcome distraction from the night you’ve been having so far.”

The two of them traded another glance, doing their best to mask their smiles. It was a ridiculous situation they’d found themselves in, but hardly the first of its kind. When it came to Emily and Jess, it was always either feast or famine, besties or beasties. You just had to learn to adapt, that was all…adapt, and pray that they’d make up sooner rather than later.

They realized only too late that they should’ve been paying attention to what was being said.

“—not going back out there, are you kidding me?”

“Well you’re not staying here!”

Realization washing over them at once, Mike and Matt’s eyes widened. They looked at one another one more time, then abruptly turned towards the impromptu boxing ring by the couch, understanding in a fraction of a fraction of a second the sort of danger they were in.

“Hey, hey, whoa, hey,” Mike tried, taking a few brazen steps forward. “Sorry guys, no vacancy.”

Emily whirled on him, all fire and brimstone and righteous indignation, her mouth pressed into a hard line. “Um. Have you not seen what it’s like outside? It’s a literal fucking blizzard. I’m not going back out into that, sorry not sorry. You two are just going to have to reschedule your sad, gross like honeymoon and—”

“There’s only one bed, Em,” Mike cut in again, unable to repress a shudder at the thought of all four of them having to cram into the ancient full-size mattress.

“Yeah,” Jess agreed, glomming onto that fact as though her life depended on it. “So I guess you guys better buck up and get back out there. Oh, and hey. Watch out for bears. I hear they’re like, super attracted to bitch-smell.”

That was all it took to get Emily’s attention off of him. “Was that supposed to be an insult? I mean honestly. Honestly? That’s what you’re working with, huh? What a prize. I’m not going out there again!” As if to prove that point, she jerkily stripped her jacket off and tossed it aside, meeting Jessica’s gaze defiantly.

In his heart of hearts and soul of souls, Mike saw how the rest of the night was going to go with perfect clarity. And why not? How many of these fights had he and Matt been witness to over the years? How many had they weathered from the sidelines, cringing away whenever a stray projectile headed their way?

A few.

A few, indeed.

He rubbed at the back of his neck in exasperation, all hopes of figuring out Jess’s bra flying out the metaphorical window. He should’ve appreciated the time he’d been able to spend with his hands on that bra, in retrospect. Oh, what he would give to go back in time and revel in it instead of focusing on his own shortcomings and failures vis-à-vis getting it off. It had been a simpler time…a better time, if he was being honest with himself, and now this was his reality.

“There’s only one bed,” Jess repeated stiffly, “The cabin was supposed to be just for me and Mike, and you had to just be a jealous cow an—”

“A cow. I’m a cow. I’m a cow, huh? Me. Okay. Okay, Jessica. I’m a cow. What does that ma—”

“Dibs on the couch!” Matt and Mike said at once, a Greek chorus of both desperation and hope, and as they realized what they’d done, they turned to one another with nothing short of divine relief. The sound of their high-five would’ve almost been enough to rattle the window in its frame, had the wind not beaten them to it.

Emily and Jess, however, appeared less than thrilled.

“Um, hello?” Jess drawled. “There’s no way you two galoots can both fit on the freaking couch.”

“Forget fitting on the couch! There’s no way in hell you’re sticking me with that ska—”

Ah, but the mistake had already been made. Jess had given them an out, whether she realized it or not.

Mike clapped a hand to Matt’s shoulder, yanking him close like they were two teammates celebrating a win. “Sure we can! I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’re gonna have to get a little friendly, sure, but hey, that’s what camping’s all about, right?”

Just as dedicated to this plan as he was, Matt took the opportunity to throw an arm around Mike’s shoulders, nodding energetically. “You two’ll be waaay more comfortable in the bed. Seriously! We’ll be fine out here if we just, y’know, squish a little, so—”

“Yeah, and like, pffft. That’s not even an issue. I mean, not to brag or anything, but I’ve been told I am an excellent big spoon.”

Matt threw him a sidelong glance, eyebrow raised. “…we’ll talk about that later.”

Mike took half a step back if only so he could return the look, his own eyebrows high. “Oh, have I presumed too much about your spooning prefs?”

“Not in front of the girls, man.”

“I gotcha, I gotcha. Well, that’s not a prob either, because I can little spoon with the best of ‘em too.”

For once in as long as any of them could remember, the girls’ fighting had stopped. There seemed to be a ceasefire, so to speak, as both of them simply stared at him and Matt, their expressions nearly identical. Emily pulled in a long, loud breath through her nose, arms folded tightly across her chest. Jess’s eyes flicked from Mike to Matt and back again, looking very much like someone trying to decipher a serial killer’s coded note in their head.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever. The guys just kept grinning all the while, though, hardly moving a fucking muscle, lest it break whatever spell had taken hold of them all. All they had to do was keep it up for another second…maybe two, and…there!

Emily was the first to fold, per the usual, dropping her arms at her sides and rolling her eyes. “Whatever,” was all they could make out as she turned on her heel and stormed towards the back room, not offering Jess so much as a glance as she jabbed a finger in her general direction, snipping a warning, “You better stay on your fucking side, or so help me God…”

“My side?” She shot back, stomping along after her, “Um, look who’s talking!”

“And put some fucking pants on. Jesus, have some dignity, would you?”

Still, Mike and Matt held their position for the better part of another minute, not taking something as impermanent as the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut to mean they were in the clear. No, no they both knew better than that. So they waited…and waited…and when finally the cabin was silent again (save, of course, for the occasional crest of an angry, unintelligible voice from behind the closed door), they exhaled, slumping forward to lean on the couch.

“Gotta be honest with you, my guy,” Mike said, climbing over the back of the couch with all the grace of a newborn giraffe, plunking himself down in the very same divot his ass had been wearing into it before he and Jess had been interrupted, “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I pictured myself spending the night huddled up to someone for warmth, y’know?”

“Preaching to the choir…” Matt took his jacket off and scooped Emily’s from off of the floor, taking the time to hang them on the coatrack before heaving a sigh much too melodramatic to be real. He set his arms akimbo, fixing Mike with a stare trying its best not to dissolve into hysterics, and said in the firmest voice he could muster, “Sure hope you’re not planning on getting handsy, asshole.”

To that, he simply patted the cushion beside him, assuming the most suave expression he had in his possession. “I make no guarantees.”

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Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Word Count: 4kish (preview 1kish)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort • Hints of Classism • JK is Soft and Strong (full fic has more warnings)

Rating: Explicit/18+ (for the full fic)

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you are the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach... But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart... or finally set it free.

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You’re afraid of storms.

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now.

You shouldn’t even be here...

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin.

The girl who usually slept in the bed across from yours is your roommate and best friend since sophomore year of high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the obscenely wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn.

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them. Yet you had become sisters in the truest sense of the word.

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder died down.

But she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe.

You could have escaped for the week - like the majority of your peers - but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings.

So here you were.

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought...

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside.

He heard the sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs.

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays - the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness.

The princess.

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening - an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness.

But it fit you, nonetheless.

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations.

And you were screaming.

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears.

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms - yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile.

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league.

But the princess was nowhere in sight now...

Now you were just a terrified girl curled up on her bed and Jungkook felt his heart wrench painfully at the sight of you so untethered.

You could not see him - even though he stood right in front of you. It wasn’t till his hands connected with your shoulders that you finally registered the presence of another human being and slowly brought your eyes up to meet his.

There was a moment of silence as your gazes melded together in a strange intimate haze unlike anything either of you had encountered before.

Then you reached out - curling your hand into the loose fabric of his shirt as you yanked him down on top of you.

“Please,” you whispered into the firm plane of his chest, “please hold me.”

Strong muscled arms wrapped around you.

And for the first time in so very long...

You felt safe.

He smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of vanilla.

But oh...

He felt like home.

Not the many houses you grew up in - but a home. The kind you only ever heard of.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, lips pressed intimately to the sweet softness of your hair, “I’ve got you.”

Thunder shook the room again and you burrowed impossibly closer to him, too frightened to notice that you wore only a t-shirt and nothing else, too terrified to care that the haven you sought was the beautiful man you passed by countless times in last few months, but could never quite work up the courage to speak to.

Now your body tangled desperately with his, drawing immeasurable comfort from his solid warmth and the soothing circles he traced over your back.

Jungkook was profoundly aware of both your state of undress and the soft curves of your body pressed insistently against his own, but that awareness paled in comparison to the fierce wave of protectiveness swelling up within him.

You were no damsel in distress. You were brilliant, beautiful, and president of the self-defense club. He’d seen you flip a linebacker over your shoulder like a pancake during a demonstration once (which had given him an immediate boner for reasons he deliberately never explored).

But right now - right here - in this moment - you needed him... and holding you close - keeping you safe was the only thing on his mind.

The tremors came and went sporadically as the storm raged on around you. His arms were an anchor each time the fear threatened to sweep you away.

It took a few minutes for your scattered senses to identify the new sound braiding hypnotically in between the rolls of thunder and the rhythmic cadence of your own breathing.

Jeon Jungkook was singing to you.

Another time it might have amused you to consider that a man whose face and form bordered on sinful possessed a voice that was utterly angelic. The notes he sang curled through the air, piercing effortlessly past the fog to wrap over your heart like a warm blanket.

“I see you getting sad... I see it running through your blood...”

Your muscles began to relax. The pounding in your chest began to slow.

“Let it run like water out of mud...”

Your breathing gradually evened out.

“Yell the sadness loud... Throw it up against the wall...”

Sensation crept back into your limbs. Awareness returned.

“See what stays then go and put it on... It keeps you warm…”

And suddenly you were in his arms - truly in his arms for the first time that night.

“I will love you anyway with all your demons in the way… Nothing can keep us apart...I walk through walls into your heart…”

His warmth was everywhere. The gentle comfort he brushed over your skin swirled around you till the sound of the storm faded away.

Till there was only him.

“I don’t mind… I don’t mind… I don’t ...mind…”

He felt the change in you, the incremental return from disconnected terror to tentative presence of mind, but you made no move to disentangle yourself, content to let his touch and his voice chase away the last trace of your nightmare.

You would stay in this moment - safe and surrounded and so unexpectedly content - forever if you could.

Jeon Jungkook had found you adrift and pulled you back from the edge. He’d done what no one else could..

What no one else (save your best friend) had even bothered to try.

And he’d done it selflessly.

As a corporate princess, you were worth millions in assets, but so often left begging for pittance when it came to genuine care.

You would have paid millions to be held like this just once.

The adrenaline raging through your body finally began to dissipate, and in its immediate wake, exhaustion crashed over you heavy and hard.

Sleep tugged insistently at the corners of your mind, but one last coherent urge burned so brightly that it could not be ignored or overtaken.

Your fingers twisted into the thick curls at the nape of his neck, drawing him down till you felt the soft press of his lips against your own.

You had never kissed like this; intimately - languidly - as if the brush of his mouth against yours was familiar across worlds and lifetimes. The small intake breath before he gave in to your gentle exploration was the loveliest sound you had ever heard.

He was the song that drew you - not like a siren to your doom - but like a lighthouse to the shore.

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hapalopus · 5 years ago

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Cats (2019) as live-blogged/experienced by a casual Cats (the stage show) fan:

They showed an ad for their new 4D technology and for a hot second I feared I'd have to see nude Idris Elba in 4D

The movie opens with cat eyes in the clouds, like Mufasa. This is never explained or commented on or referenced again

Victoria is in a sack and is thrown from a car into an alley. Just a tiny human shape struggling in a sack

Munkustrap is climbing like spiderman, head first, down a wall

Munkustrap is not hot in this version

Some cats are wearing shoes??? Nothing but shoes?

They gave Mistoffelees' lines to random background cats??

They basically float when they jump???? They are not present??? No weight??

Idris Elba saying 'what' in a confused tone in the middle of the first song, that's a mood

"cat got your tongue?"

Sexy dancing to 'The Naming of Cats' in a graveyard

The song is not bad tbh

Right when you think you've gotten used to the design something makes it gross again

The cats constantly change size. Sometimes the size of rats... sometimes children

Jennyanydots sings the part that should be sung by Demeter & Co and she does not sing it well

Oh god the mice... "It's dinner and a show" I was so afraid they'd vore the mice

Someone farted in the teater during the Gumbycat song

The roaches are actually okay except they're wearing heels and are supposed to be sexy

Tugger is wearing lipstick i think? All of the cats are

Tugger is not sexy

Jennyanydots joked about Tugger being neutered

Jennyanydots has too much screentime

Tugger is into Victoria? ????

Milk...

Jason Derulo screaming "MIIIILK!!!"

At least Tugger doesn't wave his crotch in people's faces in the movie

The movie is less horny than the stage show

Hissing

Grizabella looks sexy instead of sad

One cat wears a rat skull necklace? Do rats have rat faces in this universe??

"look what the cat dragged in"

"Macavity! Wanted for: everything" (this is actually a detail from the show, it's just funny)

Cats wearing nothing but sneakers

Bustopher Jones talks too much

Licking themselves

Bustopher hurt his balls haha! Funny joke! Always funny when a male character hurts his balls!!

I think some of the background dancers are cgi but honestly can't tell

Eating with their faces like cats

"puss in spats!" *repeats 10 times like it's the best joke ever*

I actually like what they did to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer's song

They all have eyes that say "i want to eat you'

The folie guy was too busy. Bad sounds everywhere

The dog... Thank god they didn't show it

Mistoffelees is into Victoria???

What did they do to my little gay son Mistoffelees

Kidnapped cats are whisked away to a boat on the Thames

Growltiger and Griddlebone are NOT pirates in the movie???

Deuteronomy is called Old-cat Bog-body in the Danish subs so there's that

When a cat looks into the camera I feel fear

When Munkustrap rubs against Deuteronomy like a cat... That's not good

Gus and Deuteronomy have a relationship now I guess, but it's not gay because they turned Deuteronomy into a woman in the movie

Why is Skimbleshanks the Railway cat moving all sexy?

I love the dance parts in the show. Not so much in the movie

Why are the trying to make Victoria and Mistoffelees a thing???

Occassional breakdancing by Tugger

Ngl the instrumental music is dope

When their ears twitch... gross

When they all get on their hands and knees and go hng hng hng hng

The whiskers are gross

This woman just doesn't look sad and grimy enough to play Grizabella

WHY IS GRIZABELLA THE ONE TO WALK AWAY WHEN VICTORIA REACHES OUT? GRIZABELLA WANTS TO BE TOUCHED, THAT'S LITERALLY HER ONLY CONSISTENT TRAIT IN THE SHOW

'beautiful ghosts'? Is that a real song? Sung by Victoria?

Google says the song is made up for the movie

Yeah some of the music is pretty good... But they just don't have the power of the stage production

Oh god their gross pink human lips and weird cat ears and whiskers... Oh god the whiskers

At least they don't have cat tits

Gus lapping water from a bowl.

"knock on wood" *rubs against wooden beam*

Why is Deuteronomy and Gus a thing?

Dame Judy Dench lifting her leg up high after Gus' song

People saying 'meow'

Macavity yelling his name when he kidnaps Gus, but no one notices him

At least the guy playing Munkustrap has a pleasant voice

Skimbleshank's design creeps me out with his thin moustache and bare chest

I like the updated music sometimes

In Skimbleshank's song they all suddenly wear tap dancing shoes... And now they're in a train??? Victoria wears a cat-sized railway hat... Now they're back in the theater

Why does Bombalurina sing Macavity's song?

The catnip is a plot point. Makes everyone horny for Macavity

Ngl the Macavity song by Taylor Swift has something going for it

Did I say they don't have cat tits? Taylor Swift does

When the cats look at the camera i feel terror

NAKED IDRIS ELBA DANCING SEXILY WITH TAYLOR SWIFT UP AN ENDLESS STAIRCASE

"he's got soul!"

"I've got plenty of soul!!!"

Hissing

WALK THE PLANK

The background cat looking for Deuteronomy in Mistoffelees' hat while they're trying to convince Mistoffelees to magic back the kidnapped cats is great and it's the kind of stuff that's everywhere in the stage show and I miss it in the movie

WHY ISN'T TUGGER SINGING MISTOFFELEES' SONG, WHY IS IT MUNGOSTRAP AND MISTOFFELEES HIMSELF

Mistoffelees looks so sad always :/

Tiny horrific cgi mice under Mistoffelees' hat

WHY IS VICTORIA SINGING MISTOFFELEES' SONG NOW?? WHERE IS TUGGER IN ALL OF THIS?

Tugger is is singing yeee in a falsetto while the others are encouraging Mistoffelees holy shit???

Mistoffelees and Victoria rubbing against each other?? Dancing together? This movie is homophobic

NSKED Idris Elba is BACK

JENNYANYDOTS RIPPING OFF HER SKIN TO ESCAPE, REVEALING A DRESS AND A SECOND SET OF SKIN UNDERNEATH

"don't mess with a crazy cat lady"

WHY IS VICTORIA STARTING GRIZABELLA'S BIG SONG?

VICTORIA TOUCHED GRIZABELLA BEFORE THE 'TOUCH ME' LINE? SHE IS ACTIVELY TOUCHING GRIZABELLA AND TELLING HER TO SING

oh god the human lips... Their skin is bare on the nose, but fur-colored, why didn't they do that to the lips??

I'm sorry girl but you can't play Grizabella

The enunciation in 'i must wait for the sunlight' is gross

VICTORIA IS TOUCHING GRIZABELLA'S HAND BEFORE THE 'TOUCH ME' LINE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

'Memory' fading into the instrumental 'jellicle cats come out tonight' like that is honestly sacreligious

They gave no build-up before Deuteronomy chose Grizabella to be reborn? It felt so fake and forced

Grizabella is ascending in a broken chandelier in a theater instead of a burning tire in a junkyard and I don't approve of this change

Naked Idris Elba almost fell to his death and I feel robbed

I think they made Bustopher Jones gay? But not Mistoffelees/Tugger? This movie is homophobic

The movie end with Deuteronomy, Munkustrap, Victoria, and Mistoffelees singing and looking at the audience and it scares me

THEY CUT OUT THE PEKES AND POLLICLES SONG, IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES, BITCH

Munkustrap licking his lips and looking ferociously hungry at the mentioning of cavier god that was horrifying

WHY DID VICTORIA AND MISTOFFELEES END UP TOGETHER

WHERE WAS THE HOMOEROTIC TENSION BETWEEN MISTOFFELEES AND TUGGER

"I believe you are a Jellicle Cat... A dear licle cat..."

#cats 2019 #cats musical #cats movie

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wordsaboutmusic-fall2020 · 4 years ago

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Love and Longing--A Mitski Playlist

After what felt like an endless summer of sweltering heat and being trapped indoors because of COVID-19, the long-awaited relief of fall is finally here, which means there has never been a better time than the present to take a long walk through the park and listen to the perfect playlist while sunlight patterns the ground and leaves of red and gold flutter in the breeze. If you’re lucky (which I was yesterday) you might see a deer.

But which artist best facilitates the dreamy, pleasant, peaceful atmosphere that is characteristic of the ideal early- to mid-October stroll? For an answer, one must look no further than the beautiful and talented Mitsuki Miyawaki—more commonly known by her performing name, Mitski—an artist whose feminist energy and lyrics about love, longing, and disillusionment create a unique mix of hope and melancholy, determination and uncertainty, empowerment and helplessness in the listener.

Among the most substantial of Mitski criticisms is that she only writes about boys (or, specifically, about having her heart broken), but that didn’t stop Taylor Swift from becoming an icon and I don’t see why the same logic shouldn’t apply here. Also, Mistki brings new, far more interesting themes to the table, such as the challenges of being Asian-American in a white-dominated music industry, as well as feelings of self-consciousness and inferiority she has experienced throughout her life as a result of her sub-ideal physical appearance. Myself and many others who fail to measure up to society’s sky-high expectations of what women are supposed to look like love and respect Mitski for addressing these types of issues in a world where very few artists do so.

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1. Real Men (Lush)

In this song, Mitski addresses the need some women feel to impress the men around them, and how they tie their own inherent worth to a man’s approval. “Though honestly, sir, all I wanna do is get naked in front of you/So you can look me up and down and tell me ‘well done, girl, you’re looking good.’” This song not only talks about the toxicity of society’s expectations for men--always stay strong, never show emotion, always take charge--it also shows how women can wind up feeling like they only have value as long as a man says that they do.

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2. Happy (Puberty 2, 2016)

“Happy came to visit me/He brought cookies on the way/I poured him tea and he told me/It’ll all be okay...” So begins what is possibly the best Mitski song to date, of course featuring the theme of disappointment in love front and center. The speaker ties everything to her significant other--her heart, her happiness, her reason for living--so when that person leaves her, she feels like she has nothing left of herself. I love this song because it makes me feel like I’m not the only one for whom happiness can never stay. It only comes to visit, and is just as soon gone--like a butterfly on the breeze.

Side note: the video is very much worth a watch--but only if you’re not squeamish at the sight of blood. I watched it with a friend once and she screamed at the end. All in all--one of the best songs of the decade!

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3. Abbey

What should I do with my life? What am I meant to be? Who am I? What do I want? These are questions I pose to myself again and again throughout high school and even nowadays in college, and I know I’m not the only one. The feeling that you don’t know who you are or what you want, but that you have a void in your soul that needs to be filled--a deep, all-consuming desire to LIVE--is captured perfectly in Abbey. “I am hungry/I have been hungry/I was born hungry/What do I need?”

I think in the twenty-first century especially it can be overwhelming to have the ability to choose whatever you want to be. Liberating, but overwhelming, and at times even crushing, as this song so clearly expresses. Mitski’s voice is so emotional, there is no way not to sympathize even if you can’t relate.

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4. Your Best American Girl (Puberty 2)

Mitski wrote this song about someone she was in love with, but couldn’t be with because they were “from two different worlds.” The lyrics “Don’t wait for me/I can’t go/Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me/But I do, I think I do” make me think of my own non-white mother, who was strict with who I was allowed to spend time with, when, and where. One of the biggest reasons I love Mitski more than any other pop artist today is because I feel I can relate to her more because of her upbringing. She wasn’t privileged, and a lot of her songs--such as Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear--show that pursuing a career in music was a huge risk for her. I can feel her fear that things wouldn’t work out, and I can sympathize with a lot of what she has been to.

This song means a lot to me.

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5. Nobody (Be the Cowboy)

I usually play this song to annoy my mom, because the word “Nobody” is repeated in a get-stuck-in-your-head refrain no less than forty times. According to the artist herself in this interview, “the chorus ‘Nobody’ was literally me in a semi-fugue state on my hands and knees on the floor just crying and just repeating the word ‘nobody.’ And then I was just like, ‘I don’t know. Let me use this pain and exploit it for my money.’

Which is something I strive to do at all times. Mitski is truly an inspiration.

#mitski #nobody #happy #abbey #your best american girl #real men #puberty 2 #be the cowboy #lush #music

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afictionaladventure16 · 5 years ago

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I'm new to your blog, and I love your writing! It's super beautiful and buckyxteen! Reader always makes me smile! That's why I wanted to ask for numbers 89 and 85 with bucky where the reader has a nightmare. Maybe them sleeping together makes bucky's nightmares go away too? I'll kill for some fluffy parent bucky right now. 💜

You And I’ll Be Safe And Sound (Bucky Barnes x Teen!Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC*

A/N: Hey, Hon! Thank you for the kind words! I highly appreciate it! It always makes my day hearing such words from my readers! Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this fic! I tried to make it as fluffy as possible!

Song title: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift

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Warnings: mentions of nightmares, character death

Word Count: 1,064

“Bucky!” He heard the yells as he ran through the endless hallway, taking turns every time he heard the yells. He was running as fast as he can, “Help us!” he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew whose voices were yelling. It was the two he cared for the most.

“Bucky, please!” Your voice was singled out from Steve. It caused Bucky to stop running, looking around confused by only hearing your voice.

“Y/N?” Bucky yelled in a shaky voice. He turned the corner once more, he let out a small gasp when he saw you tied up to a chair badly beaten. “Y/N!” He exclaimed as he ran over to you, “who did this?” He asked as he broke the restraints.

“You’re too late,” you whispered as Bucky held you in his arms.

“W-what?” From the distance, he could hear an ear piercing scream, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“You’re too late,” you repeated. Out of nowhere, a wound appeared in your chest, blood began spreading.

Bucky panicked as he applied pressure to your wound, “stay with me, Doll!” He looked around, “Steve!?”

“You’re too late,” you said softly once more before your eyes slowly closed.

“Y/N!” Bucky yelled.

Bucky woke up to the sounds of a piercing scream, his breathing was heavy as he looked around his room, wondering if the scream came from him or if he really heard it from outside of his room. He noticed his tank top was damp from his own sweat, he sighed to himself. The piercing scream filled his ears once more, Bucky didn’t hesitate this time to jump out of bed and run out of his room. He ran down the hall and quickly opened your door. You were moving vigorously around your bed, your chest moved up and down as your breathing was labored. Bucky quickly made his way over to your bed, gently sitting down beside you as he pulled you towards him. One of your arms almost hitting him in the face in the process but Bucky didn’t care. He gently stroked your hair, he knew better than to startle you awake, mostly because he’s received a few too many black eyes during the process.

“Shhh,” he whispered as he continued to stroke your hair, “I’m here, doll,” he said softly, hoping you could hear him. It seemed to work, you breathing became more even and you weren’t moving as much. Bucky placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. He hated seeing you get nightmares, he knew the cause of them and hated that he wasn’t there to protect you. Biologically you weren’t his kid, but to Bucky, DNA didn’t mean anything. He introduced you as his daughter, he signed all the guardian papers for school, he was the one being called to the principal’s office when you got in trouble, he took you to your doctor’s appointments, he did everything a parent did.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, “Bucky?” you asked in a groggy voice.

“Hey, doll,” he said softly, “you okay?” Your eyes welled up with tears as you remembered the nightmare you were having, you buried your head into Bucky’s chest, “okay, okay, alright,” he said softly as he felt your breathing become uneven due to your crying. He rubbed your back in a comforting way, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe now.” Bucky stayed there until you calmed down, his presence helped you relax. The constant reassuring that you were okay, helped you feel better about the nightmare you just endured.

You sniffled, as you felt Bucky shift, you feared that he was going to leave and that you would fall back asleep and have that same nightmare again, “can I sleep with you?” You asked hesitantly.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, “aren’t you a little too old for that?”

“I had a nightmare,” you reminded him.

Bucky honestly was afraid to go back to sleep, so he didn’t mind watching you sleep if meant that at least one of you got a good nights rest. “Alright, come on,” he said as he got off the bed. You jumped out of the bed and followed Bucky out of your room. You walked past him and entered his room, quickly jumping on the bed. You actually slept in his bed whenever you needed a nap, it felt more comfortable than yours. That and the others didn’t know that you took your naps in Bucky’s room so whenever they went to your room to bother you, you weren’t there. It kind of gave you an advantage. “Scoot,” Bucky said as he gestured with his hands for you to scoot over more.

Bucky got into the bed, turning the lamp off in the process. “Bucky?”

“Hmm?”

“Am I a monster?”

He sighed, he wondered what your nightmare was about but he had a general idea on what went on. You had always been insecure about your powers, you felt guilt using them at times, the things Hydra made you do with them, it haunted you. “No,” Bucky said softly as he pulled you into an embrace, your head relaxed into his chest, “you’re not a monster, don’t ever think that you are.”

You sighed, you slowly closed your eyes. It was hard for you to believe that you weren’t a monster. The constant nightmares of the damage you had done while under Hydra’s control always haunted you, always reminded you of where you started. You were scared to fall asleep, but somehow, you did. You slowly drifted off into a gentle slumber and for once, nothing was haunting your dreams.

Bucky watched as you slowly drifted off into sleep, he smiled to himself, “fiica mea,” my daughter. He softly placed a kiss on top of your head and somehow, Bucky found himself slowly falling asleep. He did fight the sleepiness for a few minutes but it was a fight he wouldn’t win.

When Bucky woke up the next morning, he found you on the other side of the bed, wrapped like a burrito, is how you described the way you slept. He smiled to himself, not only because of you but because he had finally slept without a nightmare. He wondered if you had anything to do with it, but decided to just wave it off because right now he had to go through the torture of getting you up for school.

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