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1634 primer pt. 2 (2023-present)
hey again... since the 1634 primer (2015-2023) was a success, i figured i'd start a newer part two to keep that one from getting too long and unruly, so this will be a continuation starting the summer of 2023! with auston's extension signing him through the 27-28 season and with the contract talks for mitch (and hopefully inevitable extension, knock on wood) coming at the end of the 23-24 season.... i feel that there is a ton of content to come, so let's do it x2:
mitch marner got married on july 29th 2023... auston came to his wedding in canada after skipping other teammates weddings the same summer... here's auston being spotted watching mitch and steph during their first dance (his face...).... auston being in the official wedding video (gifs)... tarps off with mitch yelling in his face.... mitch making sure that auston's in one of the pics he posted in his photodump on ig <3 despite not posting many guests... here's a pic with them, michael bunting, naz kadri, and tyson barrie
last year we got auston calling mitch 'mitchelly' and 'his guy' in our leafs thanksgiving video, but this year we got them all randomly assigning thanksgiving dishes to random teammates (video)... and auston chose to give mitch the apple crumble "because it's actually his favorite" (gifs)
for media day, mitch got roped into a stupid game where you try to roll a coin into a fork... when he sees auston in the bg, he tries to wrangle him into it too... auston's noises of dissent like he's used to mitch trying to boss him around, i rest my case (leafs blueprint ep later showed auston smiling while mitch begged so... i was correct)
in the 2023 bardown callout video, auston turns into a giggly happy mess when mitch comes in the room mid-answer (gifs)... mitch also picked auston as the most likely to rip dress pants bc he's got "big legs" (gifs)... followed by a look that can only be interpreted as him fighting his own demons
auston, mitch, willy, and mo all did this goofy video where auston and mitch pretended to be sobeys workers and were given instructions behind the scenes... mitch sees auston in the outfit and his first thought is immediately "dude you look good as a sobeys worker" (gifs)... and then proceeds to make auston do pushups for fun (gifs). they were also given costumes with matching pb&j hats... and there's THIS picture i still need them to answer for.
all of them also went and did a little crossover with the blue jays... where mitch and auston were still a duo on the baseball field (vid here) (pic)
first glimpse of them playing hockey to start training and of course... they're hovering around each other from the first moment
this little preseason moment where mitch keeps his hand on auston's back for a bit... just to touch him
in the opening game of the 23-24 season, auston matthews scored his 300th career goal (followed by his 301st and 302nd for his 8th career hat trick) with an assist by mitch (who collects the puck for him too), which marks 100 goals he's assisted on for auston if this graphic is to be believed. auston went on to score 2 more hat tricks within his first 8 games, many of his goals being assisted by mitch.
another warmup video where they pass in sync too... and the maple leafs official account calling their warmup a TRADITION
the commentators still never shut up about them.. there have been 4892342 moments where they comment on mitch and auston being able to find each other or being partners out there or having chemistry... here are just some of those audio moments: 'with marner by his side, they'll find each other', 'trying to get that fourth goal for his partner', 'his partner mitch marner'
a leafs blueprint episode revealing they sit next to each other in team meetings.... and auston looks at mitch like he's the sun, but WHAT'S NEW
here's jesse from the steve dangle podcast talking about how mitch and auston are more in sync than normal center-winger combos and how matthew knies fits with them.
auston being so happy about mitch shootout goal the first time AND the second time
a game against nashville where auston was ready to go after a man who crosschecked mitch and where they held hands even though they didn't score themselves (pic) (gifs)
random pics of mitch and auston being attached at the hip during breaks here here here here
auston and mitch... have changed their pregame handshake to something that looks like... they both? kiss their gloves? before highfiving????... see for yourself ... pic by pic of a different day too
some cellies :') here and here and many more to come, im sure
bench moments so far: x x x x
they also still constantly walk into places on the road together as evidenced by this tag i've started and here's a pic from their global series trip where they're getting off the plane together
here's the first part of the primer in case you missed it and here is the @1634archive, where i've got a bunch of pics dewatermarked of them for you to peruse. it'll be updated as the season goes. for misc moments and gifs of 1634 that aren't substantial enough to get bullet points here, you can check out my tags #1634 and #egifs where it'll probably mostly be mitch and auston stuff. if there are any broken links or anything, don't be afraid to shoot me an ask so i can try to fix it!! enjoy!!
updated: 11/14/23
#toronto maple leafs#mitch marner#auston matthews#1634#1634 primer#hockeycomp#anyway.... made me realize they have already been extra heart eyes at each other this yr i love it#i dont look forward to the nightmare of mitchs extension talks but uhhhhh#CHEERS TO MORE N MORE N MORE YEARS OF THIS#i love posts like this. gives me smth to update...#thanks to everyone who was so sweet abt the first one
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What’s On Your Phone Challenge
If you’ve been tagged, you’ve been dared to do the “What’s On Your Phone?” Challenge.
I was tagged by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine (thanks, love!) back on Twitter but since I don’t have people to tag over there I’ma do it here. 😂
1) Your lockscreen (and I also wanna see homescreen, so I’ll include that :P)
2) The 7th picture in your Camera Roll
3) Favorite picture at the moment
Then tag 8+ others!
Tagging: @thethistlegirl @alchemist-rising @toomanyfandomsshreya @dickgrysvn @mutatedsilverunicorn @nevcolleil @patriotproblems @shadokatninjakitty
#tag game#i have more favorite pictures actually so i just randomly chose one that looked good#but my zessi always looks good#also thanks to 3x11#i have a new lockscreen :D
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V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox
The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it
Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc
Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:
Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)
Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that
Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together
Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff
Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)
Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too
Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category
Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster
George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together
Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out
Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high
Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic
Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him
Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy
Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf
Notable alums:
Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)
Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you
Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm
Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history
Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)
Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic
Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu
i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.
LOOK! AT! THIS!
f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon
i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas
to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby
PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)
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chapter 02: Rebellion
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Alya was going to lose her mind at any second. How did she become best friends with someone so damn stubborn?
“Girl, I’m telling you, there is no way that boy does not have a crush on you. It’s so obvious, please!”
“Alya. One: I think you are crazy. Two: he’s just friendly. Ok?”
It had been a little over a month since Adrien Agreste had joined their class, and yet he seemed to be getting along well with everybody. For Marinette, it had been hate at first sight and then love at second sight.
In her defense, she never intended to fall for him. Not when he was the best friend of her archnemesis-for-who-knows-how-long. Definitely not when he’d put gum on her seat on the first day of class, when he didn’t even know her. So, it made absolute sense for her to snob him back… except.
Except she’d been completely wrong.
It had all been a mix up… and as he’d smiled kindly at her, and she’d stared, really stared, into his eyes for the first time since meeting him… she’d realized she really wouldn’t mind getting lost in them and the way the fading sun turned them the most perfect shade of green.
That was when she’d realized she was in trouble. That was when she’d realized that despite her initial, intense hate for the green-eyed blond-haired boy, she’d fallen quite hard for Adrien Agreste at second glance… even though he was the best friend of her archnemesis-for-who-knows-how-long.
She continued to fall even further when she saw how cute he really was, how kind he was to everyone, how comfortable in his own skin he seemed, how he laughed softly at most anything, and a million other “how's” known only to her heart.
And then they’d started talking.
Of course, she’d always wanted to approach him, but never found the courage to, which was why she resorted to roundabout ways to catch his attention most of the time.
There was that one time she’d learned he loved macarons, so she’d stayed up nearly the whole night just perfecting a batch to bring to school. Then she’d spent the whole day loudly talking about them, waving them around anytime she thought he was looking -- in hopes he’d ask her for one, and they could strike up a convo. But to no avail.
And the time she’d heard that he loved cats, so she’d read about all the different breeds and their origins, even writing notes to remember the important parts. But she’d ended up forgetting to bring the notebook and getting a mind block in school, so that when he asked what her favorite breed of cat was, she’d replied, “Orange.” (She’d wanted to bury herself in a hole for days after that.)
And too many other instances, way more than she could count on her fingers.
Alya had quickly caught on to what her best friend was up to, and was highly against the plan. “Girl, just woman up and go talk to him yourself!” she’d said. “Adrien Agreste is literally the nicest boy I’ve met, and he won’t judge you or anything if you randomly talk to him! And anyway, if he does do that, then he’s not crush-worthy, okay?”
Marinette had seen the sense in her best friend’s statement, but knowing you have to do something and being able to actually do it are two different things. Because Marinette was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, not Alya Césaire, and as much as she’d wanted to talk to him, she just couldn’t bring herself to because she’d been scared, too scared of what he might say.
To her surprise, though, he’d actually reached out to her one day. And the conversation hadn’t stopped, like she’d feared it would. It had gone on for hours which turned into days, and it had felt good, felt right. And for a second, she could almost, almost believe that he could like her, too, despite their awkward beginning. But then she’d stumble over her words, and the fantasy would fade. Because how could he possibly fall for her when he was the most amazing person she’d ever met and she was just Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and there were so many other, better, more interesting people in her school -- in all of Paris for that matter-- that he could fall for? So there was absolutely no way he could like her back, could see her as anything more than a friend.
Right?
Marinette shook her head, clearing it of thoughts. Of course she was right. What could Alya possibly know anyway?
Alya gave Marinette the deadest stare she could muster. “Friendly,” she echoed monotonously. “You know what? I am officially appointing myself as your fairy godmother. And as your fairy godmother it is my duty to prove that Adrien Agreste has a crush on you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
Marinette sighed at her best friend’s antics. “Well, I won’t stop you, but I do still stand by my original statement.”
Alya pursed her lips. “Okay, how ‘bout this: if it turns out I am right, which I am, and Adrien Agreste does have a crush on you, you owe me an entire box of macarons.”
Marinette shrugged. “Fine with me. You do know this is a win-win for me right? If you’re right, it’s a win that my crush likes me back. If I’m right, it’s a win because I don’t have to bake a dozen macarons.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I just want you to be happyyyy~!” Alya singsonged. “So, leave it to me. I gotchu.”
Marinette laughed and rolled her eyes playfully at the wink her best friend gave her. “Okay, then. Work your magic, please.”
“Alya Césaire, Fairy Godmother, at your service!”
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The first time Alya had to work her fairy godmother magic, she had to admit it wasn’t the best attempt. But she was still determined to give it her all, and prove her point, no matter what. Her pride as a credible writer depended on it.
(Or so she liked to defend to herself.)
Hence her half-brilliant idea to dress Marinette up for school one day.
There was nothing wrong with her best friend’s style, of course. It was just that it was so… Marinette. Soft and cute, but always hiding her full potential. She just needed a little shaking up, a change in routine, just once.
So there was Marinette, with her hair styled, and dressed in all the clothes she’d been hiding at the back of her closet that Alya had always insisted would suit her. (And they did. Splendidly.)
Alya liked to refer to her plan as half-brilliant -- brilliant because Adrien reacted the exact way she’d hoped, but not brilliant because Marinette reacted the exact way Alya had hoped she wouldn’t.
The moment Marinette walked in the door, Alya noticed Adrien’s head whip around so fast she was afraid he’d gotten whiplash. He grinned shyly as Marinette passed by.
“Morning, Marinette. I haven’t seen you wear that before,” he chuckled lightly, though a faint blush spread across his cheeks. “It really suits you, though. You look very pretty.”
Marinette blinked at that, a little offended at the wording. “Uh. Thanks, I guess?”
Adrien cleared his throat as Marinette started up the stairs to her seat. “Uh, no, I meant, prettier than usual, of course. You’re already naturally pretty, you see.”
Of course, Marinette chose that exact moment to turn beet red and walk into the edge of her desk. “You too,” she wheezed out, doubled over and clutching her stomach.
“I-- sorry? A-are you okay?” Adrien asked, bewildered.
“I said, thank you. And, yes, I’m fine.” Marinette forced a grin as she slid into her seat.
“Well,” Alya said as soon as Adrien sat back down, “what did I tell you? He thinks you’re pretty. He just needed a little push to come out and say it. Boy def has a crush on you.”
“Alya,” Marinette chided, though she was trying to hide how happy the compliment had made her, “what did we say about jumping to conclusions, especially when there’s no diamond solid proof?”
“Don’t,” Alya replied with a sigh.
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The second time around, Alya was surprised she didn’t even have to do any work to find something to pick on -- Marinette practically handed her the proof on a silver platter.
It was not unusual for Marinette to come to school late, or with eyebags under her eyes, as Alya knew her best friend had a habit of staying up late the night before and oversleeping. (Seriously, though, with the amount of times this had happened in the past, did the girl have a secret double life or something? It’s not like the school gave enough assignments to lose that much sleep over. Alya was always telling Marinette she really needed to sleep earlier...)
But this time, something seemed different.
Maybe it was the way Marinette was typing furiously on her phone under the table, trying hard not to smile.
Or the way Adrien, with similar eyebags, was doing the same thing.
It could just be a coincidence, though. Alya had to remind herself to take it slow, not jump to conclusions. But still, her best-friend-senses were telling her something was up.
She was just about to bring it up when Marinette turned to her excitedly. “Look at this picture Adrien sent me of his cat. Isn’t he cute? That fluffy black fur and those green eyes, Alya, loooook!”
Alya raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly. “Wow, you guys chat now? That’s new.”
Marinette bit her lip. “Yeah, but it’s just your usual sending-memes and random-small-talk-about-your-life and i'm-drowning-in-acads-you-too? 4am kind of talks. It’s not the soft here’s-what-i-like-about-you 4am kind of talks, sadly,” she sighed, tapping her phone on her thigh.
“Wait. 4am?”
Marinette smiled sheepishly, and Alya knew her hunch had been correct. “Yeah. I don’t intend for it, obviously, but the past week it’s been like, we start talking, and next thing I know it’s 4am and I’m absolutely doomed because I haven’t started the assignment for Mme. Bustier’s class due at 8:30am.”
Alya laughed. “Okay, Marinette, there is something wrong with that last part, I’ll admit. But nevertheless, I’m so proud of you for holding a convo with the boy of your dreams for that long. And to think that he stays up the same? Damn. I really didn’t peg Adrien as the type to pull all-nighters. I guess there’s only one conclusion…” She trailed off dramatically, grinning at her best friend.
Marinette rolled her eyes. “I know what you’re gonna say, and I’m gonna reply-- it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just two people, talking, getting to know each other.”
“He stayed up. Till 4am. To talk to you.”
“Well… yeah.”
“The past week. An entire week.”
“... yeah.”
“Just for you.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe he was cramming homework,” Marinette argued.
“Girl,” Alya rebutted, “this is Adrien Agreste we’re talking about. When does he ever cram?”
Marinette shrugged. “This past week?”
“Girl, you’re hopeless. You’re lucky I love you. Go back to chatting your dream boy. But please start sleeping earlier.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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The third time was such a dead giveaway Alya felt like she’d been smacked in the head with a huge bag of “HELLO I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU,” and she could not for the life of her understand why her best friend could not see the truth shaking its butt in their faces.
It happened one morning, when Marinette walked into the classroom wearing the cutest cardigan Alya had ever seen.
“Girl!” she exclaimed once the blue-haired girl was seated. “I love what you’re wearing, it looks so good on you! How come I’ve never seen it before?” The brunette flipped her hair over her shoulder and huffed. “As your best friend, I’m offended you never told me this heavenly piece of clothing existed. I’d have made you wear it every single day if only I knew.”
Marinette bit back a smile. “I know, it’s kinda super cute, right? It’s super comfy, too. Adrien made it for me,” she added shyly.
Alya waggled her eyebrows. “Mm, you mean he had it made for you, right? Must be nice to come from an ultra-known ultra-rich family or something.”
“No, I mean, like, he made it for me… as in he made it himself…”
“Wait, what. One: why. Two: how do you know he made it himself? I mean, girl, no offense to your boy of course. But that’s some high effort shiz to do for someone who is just ‘a friend’” Alya pointed out, using air quotes.
Marinette rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, one: I know he made it himself because he sent Nino videos of his progress as he was making it, which Nino eventually forwarded to me once I’d gotten the gift--”
(“Nino, that little brat, how dare he not tell me something as important as this,” Alya growled, glaring daggers across the room at her boyfriend.)
“--and two: are you really still doing that? I don't like how you used air quotes because I have absolutely no idea what you mean by them.” Marinette crossed her arms, in denial. “I mean, obviously, yes, Adrien and I are friends and we are doing things friends do, yes that is normal even though he is literally the cutest human being I have ever met but it’s obvious he’ll never feel the same way, so--”
“Marinette, there are heart patterns on the pockets,” Alya deadpanned.
“There are?!” Marinette excitedly began pulling up the cardigan to check. Then she seemed to remember her stand on the matter, and wiped the smile off her face, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her clothes. “And if there were, it does not matter, because it obviously does not mean anything. It’s just a cardigan, I think you’re overthinking things,” she said nonchalantly, though her voice was an octave higher than normal.
Alya laughed aloud. “Just a cardigan, Marinette?! He crocheted you a whole freaking cardigan for your birthday! You love cardigans, it’s the most Marinette gift one could give you. Plus,” she continued, holding up a finger when it looked like Marinette was about to protest, “do you know how many days it would’ve taken to make that? And there’s the fact that you guys literally just started talking this month. Come on, you have to admit that means he likes you! Or maybe is just a little interested? Huh, how about it?” Alya nudged her friend, trying to knock some common sense into her.
For a second, it seemed to work. Marinette bit back a smile, took a deep breath, and-- “Maybe he’s just super super super friendly?”
Alya blinked once, twice. “Yeah, ok, I give up. Keep your macarons.”
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#adrinette april 2021#adrinette#adrinette april#miraculous ladybug#idk what im doing sorry#ml#mlb#mlbcn#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#adrinetteapril2021
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Light on me Ep 5&6
Okay, I think "Light on me" is becomming my most favorite show of the year so far. I love all the characters because they feel so very real. Each of them portray a different kind of personality and their complexity fascinates me. Tae-Gyeong looks like he's so smart with people but at the same time, he - of course - doesn't know more than people show and tell him. This show does such a great job in showing how much and how less we show of ourselves. They are always at school or at least not at each other's homes. They are always outside, so we don't know more private stuff about them than they say and show. We, as the audience, see them through the filter they put on themselves, the filter we are all putting on ourselves. And I find fascinating how authentic it is. It is not weird, we don't know more. Still, we are curious but just up to a certain extent, then there's a line we don't cross and from which we know, is not necessary to cross. Everyone of us has people around them they only meet in explicity one part of their lives like work or school and "Light on me" shows exactly this kind of group of people. Randomly thrown together, getting along very well but not oversharing and only knowing as much about each other as necessary. Is it even necessary to know our surroundings more than what they are around us? I don't think so. And this realism gets to me and my most favourite shows are the ones which are realistic or contain realistic actions and reactions of characters.
Filters
Da-On
When it comes to filters, Da-On is a pretty interesting character. He obviously hides his other emotions behind a smile and doesn't dare showing his weakness.
"I'm a bit distracted right now, so let's talk later. Pretend you didn't just see that."
He always talks nicely, keeps calm and stays friendly no matter what happens. It's his protection but also his greatest weakness, making himself hide even more and feeling even more lost. Even after rejecting a girl who told him to not treat everyone so nicely because it leads to false hope, he continues smiling shortly after. This obviously hurt him and got him thinking but he doesn't dare showing and sharing it. He has to learn vulnerability doesn't equal weakness. But that's a fight he has to have on his own first because that would mean letting his guard down plus not living up to expectations the outside doesn't really have but he has of himself. It's a false picture he draws and I was that kind of person myself and letting go of this is hard but you are rewarded with more love from your friends, so it's really worth it. But yeah, Da-On puts on a smiling filter and switches topics whenever something sad comes up, like his parents.
"I've never been complimented."
He isn't eager to talk about his parents and doesn't like them very much, but he doesn't seem to realize, he's a bit like them.
He doesn't talk about his inside as well, putting up a smile for the world to see and like him.
Shin-Woo
Shin-Woo is putting a filter onto himself as well. He doesn't hate Tae-Gyeong, more like the other way around. But to protect himself from any possible heartbreak, he choses to push Tae-Gyeong away and makes him hate Shin-Woo. This tells us a lot about him being shy and a loner. He's hardly coming out of his shell and has a hard time expressing his feelings. Not like Da-On, he is easy to read for the audience, but harder to understand for Tae-Gyeong. Unlike Da-On who is easygoing, Shin-Woo expresses his thoughts in other, more subtle ways. He hides himself pretty good, because no one knows anything about him, just like no one knows anything about Tae-Gyeong. They are the real mysteries of the show and that's why they like each other. Both are interested in lifting the veil of the other.
Shin-Woo actually takes a step forward later, making Tae-Gyeong understand him better, since he gave signs Tae-Gyeong somehow misinterpreted.
Touches and affection
Da-On
Da-On definetely likes Tae-Gyeong. He always seeks an excuse to touch him.
Tae-Gyeong is mostly flattered by it and also very confused. Even though he says "I can't just be friends with Da-On" he never touches him back.
The feelings are just one-sided here. Tae-Gyeong obviously sees something going on between them, he can't name, but dooesn't really want to have. I still don't quite know what he meant at the end. Yes, it's about him and Da-On being together or nothing at all but Tae-Gyeong coud've meant them ending up being nothing because he rejects Da-On when it comes to a confession. Tae-Gyeong seems to enjoy Da-On's company not in a romantic way.
Shin-Woo
Shin-Woo and Tae-Gyeong make the most progress here. First, they got closer when they were on the phone in the evening, but greeted each other very awkwardly the next day. This week, the touching becomes more and less overthought.
Tae-Gyeong is the first to touch Shin-Woo at a random, mostly out of rage, but it still counts because physical contact is always a sign no matter in which cotext. It always means some interest, if not romantically, then on a friendship-basis. But with people like Tae-Gyeong and Shin-Woo who are both socially awkward and hardly open up to others, touching is a big deal. Like I said, Tae-Gyeong doesn't touch Da-On, which adds even more meaning to him touching Shin-Woo.
Shin-Woo touching Tae-Gyeong willingly has the same amout of meaning. It means he overcomes his fear and acts on his feelings. The jealously mostly lurred him out of his shell, but the motivation doesn't count that much here. After avoiding Tae-Gyeong at first and then being awkward about it, he chooses to be more casual with Tae-Gyeong. He must have come to realize that Tae-Gyeong really doesn't understand him and since he can't just stand by watching Da-On, he stops being mad. I mean, Tae-Gyeong was pretty intimidating in the cafeteria...
"I don't hate you" totally breaks the ice and Tae-Gyeong can see him a bit clearer now. They talk like real high school kids... Nervous and awkward. Tae-Gyeong isn't like this when he's around Da-On. Da-On doesn't make him blush when he's around or let's him forget what sentences are, so he doesn't turn away to flee the scenery. I love Shin-Woo not being any better and even worse at talking to his crush. He's so overwhelmed afterwards.
Conclusion
So this week we discovered the filters all of them put on themselves because that is something humans do to appeal as a socially chameleon. Also, we learned about the importance of touches and how much they mean in real life.
An honorable mention here: I heard at the beginning, when there are scenes with Tae-Gyeong and Shin-Woo, there's light, happy music in the background whereas scenes with Tae-Gyeong and Da-On don't contain any music. But at the end when Tae-Gyeong and Da-On stand outside, there's suddenly music which I'm afraind doesn't verify my theory of Te-Gyeong rejecting Da-On later on...
A last analysis about the scene at the very end because it shows a lot about the characters:
You can see here, Da-On touches both of them but they don't touch him. This underlines how much meaning Tae-Gyeong and Shin-Woo's intentionally touching has. They let others touch them because it would be unfriendly to just deny an older person. Also, Da-On is BETWEEN Tae-Gyeong and Shin-Woo, do I have to say more? And Shin-Woo obviously looks at Tae-Gyeong who looks up to the sky like Da-On instructed, so that's of course forshadowing about the upcoming conflict. We already have this love triangle, so let it play out in the chaotic way it's gonna be.
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다섯: 강한 감정
5: Strong Feelings
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It was a new day, and after your encounter yesterday with the man in charge, you were sort of on edge with everything.
“Hey there Eri. I heard you got new books to read.” Your hand reached to a box, opening it you found picture books along with fantasy chapter books. “Do you have a preference for any of these?”
She picked out the most colorful picture book. “You want to read the Paper Dragon?”
You picked up the book and looked at the cover. It was very colorful. She smiled widely, reaching out for the book with awe. “Okay!” You chuckled playfully sitting on her bed, she followed behind and brushed up against you.
You began reading, trying your best to make it entertaining, you even got one of the guards to laugh, a golden blonde haired man. You’ve never seen him until now, his eyes were a boost in mood, and you could tell he was smiling at certain moments.
The book was finished and Eri was way more excited about books, she jumped up but only fell on top of you as she laughed loudly.
“Ms, L/n, could you read another?”
“Why dont we do something better?”
Eri’s eyes lit up, wondering what could be better than a book. You stood up and went up to another box, you looked through to find one pair of child scissors and a bunch of colorful paper. You pulled out stacks and stacks and put them on the ground.
You waved eri over and pulled out a stack of papers. They were orgami papers with various colors. “We can make a paper dragon and hang it up on the ceiling” eri’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “Oragami is one of the best things they teach you in school. Only because you can create anything out of paper by just folding.”
You divided the colors as quickly as you could before guiding eri through a talk. “Choose the colors and 12 pieces of paper.” She started picking out the colors, mostly being blues and purples, and everyone watched as she chose.
“Okay, and then now we are going to take the first piece.” You grabbed a random sheet of paper and sat on the ground across from her. You started to fold the paper and looked at eri to see if she followed. “And fold it... like that.” She did as she was told and smiled cheerfully while doing it.
Continuing, you explained and showed her every step. She followed delightfully. And the end result came to be two dragons long and proud. “And so now choose a color.” You offered the marker case and she randomly chose. It was purple. You picked out a black marker and picked up your dragon. “Draw a face.” You drew two little dots to signify eyes and a smile.
She did the same but instead had the tongue stick out. You both chuckled as you stood up, stretching. You looked at the clock on the side of her bed and sighed. “Looks like I need to go.” You groan and she followed with a sigh.
“Eri, I will be back tomorrow to hopefully do another fun activity. Maybe we’ll draw tomorrow.” Eri ran up and hugged, tightly gripping on your pants. She let go, but her stare seemed extra saddened. “See you tomorrow. Eat well.”
She nodded to that and you were escorted out. The man guiding you out had long golden hair. His mask fit snugly on his face, his green shirt adorned with a pinkish red tie.
You breathed softly as he guided you back to your room. “Does anyone ever talk?”
He looked at you, as if to smile. “Yeah, but usually to each other. Not really to the head.”
“The head... oh you mean Overhaul right?” He nodded in agreement. “What’s your name?”
“If you need to know, I’m Setsuno Toya.” He said it as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was glad about the short lived conversation.
“Well, thank you Setsuno. Hopefully we can talk again.” He unlocked the doors with a bow, and you bowed again.
When entering you ripped off the mask and dropped it on your desk looking at the warm food displayed on the corner. It looked to be an American dish, specifically pizza. Toppings were placed on the side of the plate mostly meats.
You nodded to yourself and dug in, loving the warmth of the food. You closed your eyes enjoying the savory taste. It was a simple dish, and it tasted homemade. You wondered who made it and where, since you hadn’t smelled anyones cooking while with Eri.
You finished up, and looked around the desk, clothes laid out on the top and a new mask. You rolled your eyes feeling like a doll with all these clothes.
You rummaged through though, curious as to what they were. It was a blue short skirt, with black shorts, and a white button up blouse to match. It was as if it was made for a summer evening, or a date.
The thought made you chuckle as you threw them on the bed. To think you had a secret admirer was funny to also think about. The world built itself on soulmates, why would anyone play around with that.
The thought then hit you. “Fate... wouldn’t put me here right?” And you couldn’t play around with the thought of that because you couldn’t physically touch anyone.
Everyone had protection and you feel like you’d be killed if you were to touch someone. You tried to laugh the thought away but it lingered, and it scared you.
The clothes fit perfectly. Of course, and you felt good in it despite the earlier thoughts. You honestly thought you looked good in blue.
You enjoyed twirling around in it not being bothered to hear the door click open. You stopped twirling to feel good about yourself only to be met with the man in white.
Your face matched a shade of tomato as you went to try and hide yourself. You bowed to him apologizing silently. He simply bowed to you as well verbally apologizing for disrupting.
“I just came to get you for the meeting.”
You cleared your throat as you nodded. You grabbed the mask on the desk and threw it on still blushing embarrassingly. You walked out with him trying your best to slow your heart rate.
“Chrono right?” He nodded. “You’re like his right hand man, correct?”
“Yes, despite his demeanor he’s actually good.”
“I wasn’t doubting him, I was just going to ask... Why all this?”
Chrono looked at you not understanding the question. “Why this whole base? It seems eerie and too much.��
“Overhaul.” Chrono paused and thought about what to say. “He want’s to change the world. He wants an old image to come back.” Chrono nodded to his statement and continue guiding.
“So, it’s to better society... Correct?”
He nodded and that seemed to lift a burden from you somehow.
Chrono slowly opened the door and to welcome you was the same masked face you had seen last night. This time his tie was loosely around his neck, and he seemed more stressed than anything.
“Welcome Back!” Overhaul greeted you with open arms as he watched you sit. “Hopefully today wasn’t too overbearing.”
“No, of course not. Me and Eri simply read and did origami. Which I thank you for getting supplies for that.”
“So, I see you guys are getting along.” He adjusts his tie and looks off into the distance. “Do you have any other requests?”
Your eyes darted to his face immediately wondering what context. “To take care of Eri.” You were shaky now. Your head wanted to explode as you thought of other things to request that wasn’t for the benefit of Eri.
“Just supplies to draw with.” He nodded and looked at you pleasingly.
“And do you need anything? Specific things you had in your living quarters that you need here.”
You pondered. “If possible. A small library.” Your request seemed to peek his interest, and he simply chuckled.
“Very well.” His hand issued you away, and Chrono guided you out.
“Chrono. How can you tell when Overhaul likes someone?” It was a bold statement and you felt as if he wouldn’t answer properly.
“Don’t worry. He likes you just fine.” He gave you a genuine answer, making you think.
“Now, get some rest. And leave a note of all your favorite breakfast items under the door. Our ‘chef’ wants to make your stay here interesting and home-y.” He left with a nod.
You smiled, not a big smile, because what was there to smile about. You turned on the small lamp light on your desk and scanned your room feeling something off.
Flowers were on your nightstand. Not the ones from before but new ones. White roses. They filled the whole room with a beautiful scent.
You rushed to find another note under the vase, your hands feeling the hand writing. Beautiful cursive saying
‘You’re like a beautiful dove amongst a trash filled park. You stand out like a sore thumb. You please me without knowing it, and for that I keep you near.’
You couldn’t help but shiver as you read it. A smile wider than usual filled itself along your face.
“Beautiful.”
Someone is playing with the strings of fate, and falling for you evidently. You held the note close to your heart laughing loudly as you thought of who it could be.
Your heart fluttered as you thought of the man in white. He seemed to have more personality in this place than anyone else, and he’s seen you the most.
You giggle at the thought, and the thought of not even seeing his face filled you with mysterious happiness.
It was like being in grade school again...
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An attempt at objectivity on the topic of Tayliz/a summary: Part 2
(Kind of...)
I’ve been busy with irl stuff the last week, so I haven’t been posting much lately. I finally have a day where I have nothing else to do and I’ve been considering making a post about where I currently stand on Tayliz/Gaylor in general for a while, so I thought now would be a good time to do that.
Disclaimer: I don’t know any of these people personally and this is all my own interpretation of publicly available information. I apologize for the length of this post...
I’ve been a Taylor fan since 2006 and a Gaylor since at least early 2009 when I was posting fanfics on LiveJournal (I stopped writing rpf a long time ago, btw). I’ve been in and out of the Gaylor fandom since then. I’ve created and deleted multiple blogs/accounts in the past 12+ years. I was mostly active between 2009 and 2015, but I did a lot of lurking during that time and only engaged when I felt I had something to contribute. 2015/2016 was a crazy time and I was going through some of my own stuff, so I stopped following Gaylor as closely for a while. I listened to reputation and Lover, I read the Gaylor theories, made a couple comments, and moved along. When folklore was released it drew me back in.
I created this blog in September 2020, before I even had an inkling that Liz might be more than just another name that has been thrown into the potential exes list, along with Claire C. and Kellie (I don’t believe either of those two had anything beyond friendship with Taylor). I had never looked into it too much because it seemed like there was not as much information as there was for the main 3 (Emily, Dianna, and Karlie). Now, after researching Tayliz for 5 months, I believe there is at least as much, if not more, to go on as there is for the main 3.
As for Taymily, I believe that, at the very least, Taylor had a massive crush on Emily. I don’t like to get too in-depth about that because there is a very suspect age gap. I’m not saying that those things don’t happen, but I will reiterate my statement from an earlier post that I am not comfortable essentially accusing someone of committing a crime when all that can be deciphered is that Taylor seemed to really care about her. I do think there are multiple songs about Emily.
I also believe that Taylor did date Dianna and possibly had some kind of relationship with Karlie. I think both of these possible relationships are long over at this point. Taylor may have been looking back on those relationships (along with others) in her last few albums.
I still personally think it is possible that Taylor is a lesbian, but there are reasons to think she might be bi and I understand why people think that she is. I don’t really talk about the guys Taylor may have dated, but I will say that, to me, all of the boyfriends she had after high school seem like beards. I could be wrong, of course. There are way too many signs that she is queer for me to not think that she is at least bi.
There have always been sapphic themes in Taylor’s music, even in early songs like “Me And Britney” and “Angelina”. Her entire discography is littered with sapphic themes. In recent years, she has seemed to hint at being some form of queer in other ways as well. This has all been examined by others, so I won’t get into that in this post.
Anyway, on to Tayliz…
There is some compelling “circumstantial evidence” suggesting that there may have been something beyond friendship between Tayliz (a lot of this was covered in my first post and all of the information has been mentioned at some point on my blog):
They met multiple times between December 2006 and February 2009, when Liz first performed with Taylor, but it is hard to tell how well they knew each other at that time. Based on the information available, I actually think they might have even been close, or at least friendly, before Liz was hired, but I could be wrong.
The “official” story is that Liz met Taylor at a meet and greet in December 2006 and again in July 2007. She asked if she could sing for Taylor and Taylor gave her advice, including suggesting that she enter a talent contest and that she should move to Nashville. Some accounts say that Liz sang for Taylor in her dressing room, but I have never found a source for this part of the story.
Taylor wrote the following sentence about Liz in her blog on February 5, 2008, after performing on the competition show that Liz was a contestant on: “It sounds strange, but there was always something different about her that stuck out in my mind”. That is super suspect to me...
Taylor was the only musician to perform on the show, btw (although they did have the touring cast of HSM on the next week). Taylor allegedly said, during the interview portion of her appearance, that she knew Liz and that Liz had gone to “all” of her shows and meet and greets… whatever that means.
According to Liz, she moved to Nashville in June 2008 and sometime within the next 6 months she received a call to audition as a backup singer, but did not know for which artist she was auditioning. I feel like it would be an incredible coincidence that Taylor suggested she move to Nashville two years earlier, they met multiple times after that, and randomly Liz got a call to audition for Taylor without knowing it was for her within 6 months of moving there. I don’t know, maybe I’m being too skeptical, but it seems almost more of a reach to say that Taylor didn’t somehow have a hand in her getting that audition.
Liz already seemed very comfortable around Taylor in that picture with George Strait taken on the day of her first show with the band in February 2009.
At the one-off shows after Liz joined the band, there was a little skit between Taylor, Liz, and Grant during YBWM, where Grant played the love interest and Liz played the “Cheer Captain”. There was even a talking bit. During the Australia one-off shows, there was a talking bit before F&A where Taylor introduced Liz and they had a little conversation that ended similarly to the one Taylor has with the interviewer during the Fearless Tour. After this, they rarely interacted on stage.
Taylor seemed to allow Liz’s input during the auditions for the Fearless Tour dancers, two months after she joined the band, and Taylor ended up hiring two of her friends.
Liz went with Taylor to visit Abigail at her university in Kansas two months after joining the band.
Taylor took Liz with her to see Britney Spears’ Circus Tour show in Chicago right after the Kansas trip.
Taylor said in an interview for Oprah’s website, released in May 2009, that Australia and Lawrence, KS were her two favorite places to visit, which just so happen to be two of the places she had recently been with Liz.
The fact that they shared a hotel room in London a few months after Liz joined the band. Caitlin, who had been in the band for a while at that point, and her mom were both there for that trip. Maybe Taylor was just happy to be able to hang out with another woman around her age. It seems strange, but it could be a completely platonic situation.
Taylor and the band, including Liz, recorded a cover of “American Girl” by Tom Petty (one of Liz’s favorite artists) in front of the Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon in May 2009. The secret message for “Sparks Fly” is “Portland, Oregon” and she mentions the Rose Garden in “The Lucky One”.
Taylor mentions going to dinner with Liz, seemingly just the two of them, in her vlog from May 29, 2009, which was around Liz’s birthday (May 27).
The amount of Liz content in the vlogs. Plus, the choice to put the line “I like where you sleep, when you sleep next to me” right before showing Liz sleeping on a couch (this was the trip where they shared a hotel room, which does make that fact more suspect, imo) and including the song “She (For Liz)” in another vlog, in which she dedicates a whole section to Liz’s habit of falling asleep “All. The. Time.”
In fact, in both of those vlogs, which were posted a year apart from each other (May 2009 and April 2010), Taylor wears a black dot shirt, in clips that include only her and Liz, that is similar to the one she wore in the IKYWT mv.
Honestly, just go watch the video she made for Emily and then watch the vlogs after Liz joined the band… I just get a similar vibe in the clips she chose to include of both women.
They went to a Paramore concert together the weekend before Taylor hosted SNL in November 2009. At the concert, they were filmed by other attendees dancing next to each other on the balcony. One of the songs they were filmed dancing to is “That’s What You Get” and Taylor asked Hayley to perform that song with her (and the band, including Liz) at one of the Nashville shows on the SN Tour in 2011. In November 2019, Liz released her own song called “That’s What You Get” that sounds like it could be the opposite side of the relationship much of Red is about (and a couple other Taylor songs from other albums).
In Taylor’s Glamour interview published on 10/5/2010, she mentions that she designed the two guest rooms at her Nashville condo with Caitlin and Liz in mind.
After tweeting about attending the Katy P. concert in Dublin with Taylor (and Grant and Caitlin) someone asked Liz what her favorite KP song was and she responded “Thinking Of You”. This is suspect because at the time Liz did have a bf, but she may have just liked the song and didn’t necessarily relate to it personally.
There are tweets from people who are either not really well-known or aren’t in the industry at all that mention Taylor and Liz hanging out outside of touring. They are mentioned together in quite a few tweets actually. They seemed to have a good number of mutual friends during that time (spring/summer 2009-fall 2012). After Liz left the band, Taylor stopped hanging out with most of those people, while Liz continues to maintain some of those friendships to this day. This could be explained by the fact that Taylor began spending less time in Nashville.
One such friend is the photographer who Taylor hired for Red. She is actually a longtime friend of Liz. Supposedly she took some photos of Liz that Taylor saw and Taylor hired her after that. There are some pictures from Taylor’s Red photoshoot that are similar to Liz’s photos.
There are rumors that Liz was fired, but the “official” story is that she left to pursue her own music.
Liz did not wish Taylor a happy birthday on twitter in 2012, which she had done in previous years. She did not tweet @ or mention Taylor for almost a year. Taylor didn’t respond to any of her tweets or mention her until October 2014.
Some of the songs Liz released in late 2012/early 2013 have similar lyrics/themes to Taylor’s music and may be about Taylor.
The lyric video for Liz’s song STFU&HM includes polaroid pictures with the song’s lyrics written on them and neon signs, which is basically the 1989 aesthetic. The actual mv has some potential parallels to the IKYWT mv. (side note: Liz specified in an interview that the kind of “sour candy” she is singing about in the song is Watermelon Sour Patch, which Taylor mentioned in the June 2008 issue of Teen Vogue was something that she “couldn’t live without”)
The love interest wears a key necklace in the STFU&HM mv and Taylor wears one in the IKYWT mv.
The bridge of IKYWT is very similar to lyrics from a song by Patty Griffin called “Nobody’s Crying”. Liz once said that Patty is her favorite singer (this was when she was still in Taylor’s band) and has mentioned her and that particular song multiple times over the years. Side note: Taylor mentioned last year that another one of Patty’s songs was the inspiration for “betty”.
Liz played the other woman in the mv for TSOU and in the photoshoot for SN. At the end of the mv for her song “H8U”, Liz interrupts her love interest’s wedding and kisses his tall, blonde, curly haired bride.
This one could be a crazy coincidence, but Liz recorded the backing vocals on a song called “Dear John” that was written by the backup dancer who came out to Taylor during the Fearless Tour. Btw, by no means am I saying DJ is about Liz because that would make zero sense.
Liz’s birthday is on one of the board games in the “Lover” mv that reference “Cruel Summer”. Most people think CS is about Karlie and that makes sense, but it also seems to reference “Love Story”, which was potentially written sometime around when Taylor performed on the show Liz was a contestant on. I don’t know if LS is about Liz and I am not trying to claim that, but it is interesting. Even if it’s not, they performed that song together a lot and Liz helped out with the onstage costume change during that song. CS could be about her experiences with both Liz and Karlie. Or it could just be about Karlie and the date in the “Lover” mv has nothing to do with Liz’s birthday.
In “the 1” and “dorothea”, Taylor potentially references Liz’s song “Never Know” and by reference, I mean that she essentially uses the exact same lyrics: “I guess you never know, you never know” = “I guess you never know, never know” and “I guess I’ll never know” = literally just the same line. Not to mention in “dorothea” Taylor also sings “Do you ever stop and think about me?” and in NK Liz sings “I wonder if you think about me” right before the line “I guess I’ll never know”. I am not saying that either of those songs are about Liz, but it is interesting, especially since Liz tweeted about “the 1”, which was the thing that really sent me on my deep dive into Tayliz.
The “cardigan” looks like the cardigan she wears in the first vlog she included Liz in. It could be nothing, but it is interesting because I have a theory that Liz is the first woman she had a “relationship” with and that “cardigan” is about Liz, Dianna, Karlie, and possibly some other women she might have dated/been with.
These are just some of the highlights and are more focused on the facts as opposed to some of my more tinfoil hat, fun, crack theory stuff or just some of the things that are loosely related to Liz or might involve a little (or a lot of) reaching to connect them to her.
Everything I have mentioned could just be a series of strange coincidences, even though there appears to be quite a few of them. Whether anything ever happened between them or it was just one of those intense, romantic friendships that some women tend to have, I don’t really know. Based on what I have seen, I tend to think there was something going on there beyond friendship, but possibly it was never anything official.
Liz seemed to have a boyfriend most of the time that Tayliz were working together/hanging out, which is one of the main things that makes me question my own theory. Of course, it is always possible that she had something with Taylor, while she also had a boyfriend. There are many reasons for that (poly, closeted, etc.), so that does not exclude the idea that she may have actually been involved with two people at one time and one of those people could have been Taylor.
If they were together in some capacity, while Liz also had a boyfriend, it could explain the messy relationship that Taylor seemed to write about during that time. I think it is possible that Emily was just a crush and Liz was her first actual experience with another woman where the feelings were reciprocated to some degree. OR they could have just been really good friends and I am utterly, completely wrong.
Maybe Taylor is just a straight girl, who doesn’t realize that she’s been sending signals that she is queer for years. Whenever that thought crosses my mind, I think about all of the things she has said and done that imply she may not be straight and I just can’t help thinking that it is intentional. I don’t think she is queerbaiting or unintentionally signaling that she might be queer. I think she is queer and has dropped multiple hints to suggest that over the years.
Anyway… Liz has a bf right now and seems to be in a good place, so let’s let her be, please. I hope we get some more new music from her soon.
As far as researching Tayliz goes, I’ll probably keep looking into it when I have time, but at this point I think I have seen pretty much all there is to see (of the content available online currently). I’ll be waiting for the songs from Taylor’s “vault” to drop to see if there are any potential connections there (at least in the “vault” songs for Fearless, Speak Now, and Red).
In conclusion (TL;DR)...
My personal opinion is that there is enough “circumstantial evidence” to include Liz on the list of Taylor potential exes. For me the Gaylor timeline looks something like this:
(Fair Warning: this is all total speculation based on song lyrics and other information that is publicly available)
Summer 2006-December 2007: Taylor develops a crush on Emily. Emily possibly finds out somehow and it doesn’t go over well (OR it does). She is fired from the band AND maybe she is paid off to pursue other interests…
2008/2009- Spring (Summer? Fall?) 2012: Taylor has an on/off relationship with Liz, while Liz also dates men. The relationship may have even started developing as early as the first time they supposedly met back in December 2006, but Taylor definitely was feeling something by the time she posted that blog in February 2008. It’s complicated and non-exclusive. Maybe Taylor wanted more of a commitment and maybe there were promises made that things could/would change, but they never did. By the time she started hanging out with Dianna she was ready to move on. So, she ended things in March/April… but still met up with Liz a couple times after (possibly as friends).
Taylor may have also dated Julianne H. at some point in 2008/2009.
Spring 2012-Fall 2013 (?): Taylor has an on/off relationship with Dianna that may have ended, in part, due to interference from Taylor’s team. Maybe it is the one relationship with a woman that could have actually developed into something more concrete, but maybe that also scared Taylor a bit.
Winter 2013/Early 2014-Fall 2016: Taylor has an on/off relationship with Karlie, while Karlie is also involved with Josh (hence my comment about how CS could be about her experiences with both Liz and Karlie because they may have been similar circumstances, where sometimes they were single and other times they had a serious bf).
Fall 2016-Present: There are at least a couple potential girlfriends within this timeframe. I lean towards Tily being a thing from at least fall 2016-Summer 2019. I am open to Zaylor and I do find it interesting, but I’m not as sold on that one. I personally do not think Taylor is with Joe nor do I think that Joe is WB.
The straight explanation could be that Taylor gets into really, intensely close friendships with other women and eventually they grow apart and move on with their lives.
The funny thing is that I remember Taylor once saying something about how after a breakup, she completely cuts that person off. That fits with her relationships (whatever the nature) with Liz, Dianna, and Karlie. With each of these women, Taylor shared a friend group with them, but Taylor seemed most interested in them. She has had a few friendly/cordial interactions with them, but she seems to have completely separated her life from them after their “friendships” ended. In fact, she moved to entirely different cities on opposite sides of the country (and in one case a different country, with a whole ocean in between) after she stopped hanging out with them.
That’s where I stand and it’s not really much different from where I was back in October when I posted my first summary on Tayliz.
Although, I do have more information now than I did then that leads me to think something was going on. 70% of the time I am convinced they had a relationship beyond friendship and 30% of the time I think they were only ever friends. 99.9% of the time I think I am a clown.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I am inclined to believe that Tayliz is more likely to have had some sort of relationship than Taymily and is slightly less likely to have happened than Swiftgron and Kaylor. Other Gaylors might think they were only coworkers or friends. I’m not out to convince anyone. I am just presenting the information I have found and I don’t mind a friendly discussion/debate if anyone wants to talk about it.
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Hi! I saw your hc of the brothers reacting to a mc playing the harp. Do you think you could do hc with an skilled painter mc too? I study art, but due to a depressive episode i stoped painting, i started painting again a few days ago and remembered how much i enjoy it. Maybe due to the studys of the devildom she didnt have time for a while? Its ok if you dont want to or feel uncomfortable:)
Sorry, it took forever but hopefully, this suffices. It’s the longest thing I have ever written for Obey Me (5.6k words) The picture that is included is drawn by me, which is a painting that is featured in Detroit Become Human. It was in chapter 6 for Marcus, and the painting is human- hope. So, yea I hope you all enjoy and it’s just as good as the harp fic I did.
This is also like how the brothers try to help you with depression too because I need it lol. The first half is them noticing that you aren’t doing art anymore then you randomly paint then its the brother’s reaction though I don’t know if their reaction is long enough.
I am behind on requests but feel free to send stuff, I’m doing online classes so I have more free time and on my computer constantly. I think I’m finally gonna catch up on everything.
Trigger Warning for Depression and not necessarily Eating Disorder Otherwise Nonspecific but MC struggles to eat while depressed.
Art was something you always did. It was started as an innocent hobby, then you started to doodle on your assignments and notes. If there were paper and pencil around, there was bound to be one of your drawings on it eventually. In high school, you decided to take Art as your elective of choice, and during that time you learn what your favorite medium was and what your art style is. You found out you like paints the most; acrylics were the easiest for you, it was the most forgiving of the paints, watercolor you loved but it took work and concentration to do, and oil paint you practiced loved to hate. Oil was always so hard to work with, at first you always overworked the paint and left it looking dull and sad looking, but you were determined to get it right. Your final project was a huge oil painting, you took your time to plan and layout that painting. The topic you chose was the fall of angels, which you didn’t know much about. You knew about the Celestial Realm and Devildom, everyone does but it’s not like humans can walk freely in either of the realms. You debated back and forth if you should do a generic angel or if you should have more fun with it and recapture the fall of a true angel. Your research led you to learn about six brothers that fell around the same time. You recognized the first name easily, Lucifer; he was prideful and what everyone refers to the most powerful demon. He fell from Heaven after he became so impressed with his own beauty, intelligence, power, and position that he began to desire for himself the honor and glory that belonged to God alone. This pride represents the actual beginning of sin in the universe—preceding the fall of the human Adam by an indeterminate time. The other names, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor didn’t seem to ring any bells, but you took the time to try and research each on. You decided to capture all their falls in one painting, they fell in the order of power. Lucifer would be the furthest one down the canvas and that’s why Belphegor would be at the top still within the clouds. The painting ended up looking amazing and still hangs on the wall in your living room, it was the first decoration piece you ever put up.
Fast forward to when you were whisked away to Devildom to be an exchange student. They were nice enough to give you time to pack things, only 15 minutes to pack a year's worth of things. You grabbed random clothes and stuffed them in a bag, you grabbed your favorite stuff animal and went immediately went to your desk where you kept all your painting supplies. You made sure to grab as many different colors as possible, all different brush sizes and your two sketches that could handle the paint medium. You decided to grab your phone and its charger though you knew it probably wouldn’t work in Devildom. With one last glance around your house, you paused and looked at the oil painting before telling the demon that you were ready to start this adventure.
Much to your surprise, you were met with faces that were familiar. Though it wasn’t because you had met them before rather it was because you studied their faces and bodies to paint them. You were flushed the whole time they introduced themselves and was even more flustered when you realized you would be living with them for the next year. If they noticed, they didn’t say much about it. You knew they noticed your stares though. You were studying their faces, trying to recall if you captured them right, if your references were accurate or not.
You tried to do some form of art every day, from doodles or painting. Usually, you would sketch something during your breaks and paint them once you were back at the House of Lamentation. The brothers knew you painted but you always requested to be left alone. This was the time you played the music you wanted and get lost in the brush strokes. It was your stress release, something you found joy in, the way you reconnected with your body.
But within a month of being an exchange student, your RAD work piled up and instead of sketching during breaks you had to start studying and doing work to ensure you stayed on top of everything. The mix of stress and not taking care of yourself led you down a spiraling depression. You gave up painting and daily self-care was sparse and very little. You stayed up late and woke up early to get as much work done as possible, food was on the small side and on the go food.
You had gone shopping with Asmodeus and grabbed canvases, the now gathered dust in the corner of your room. Somewhere still blank and others left unfinished, but you could never push yourself to pick up your paintbrushes. Sometimes you would pull out all your material and just sit and stare at the canvas until you gave up and left it alone. Soon the brothers decided to make a schedule so that you never alone and offer you different types of support that were unique to them. They never pushed you to pick up painting again, though they tried to encourage it and encourage you to take care of yourself.
Lucifer:
Lucifer noticed how your habits changed, while he never saw your finished art pieces, he saw bits and pieces. He noticed that you like to draw what was around you, he had seen you draw the RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even sketches of his brothers and himself. When you stopped drawing in the morning, he just figured you weren’t as inspired, but then the dark circles under your eyes formed, skipping meals or eating too little, and how you sometimes drifted in class.
He thought it should be his job to help you, but he didn’t know how. For the first time in centuries, he felt powerless. He decided whenever you skipped meals, he would find ways to get you to eat. In the morning if you skipped breakfast, he grabbed a fruit and a granola bar to hand to you. Or when you skipped dinner, he brought the food to wherever you were studying. He made the time to sit with you, while you ate, bringing work of his own to do. He would try to brush off as he simply wanted to work in a different area when in reality, he wanted to make sure you ate.
Finally, Lucifer would ask if you had drawn or painted recently. Your grimace told him everything, “No, I haven’t been inspired recently,” you shrugged it off hoping he would drop it. But instead, he poked and tried to get more information from you. You broke after a while spilling all the struggles you have been facing and how the stress-induced depression, you assured him you been through it before and you would be fine but right now it just felt like loneliness and darkness.
While Lucifer didn’t show it, it broke his heart to hear you say that. He figured you were stressed, and you seemed down, but he didn’t know it was too this magnitude. He did his best to support and encourage you in any way he could, hoping that it would help somehow. He offered to tutor you and help you with homework in hopes to lighten your load. He knew he should tell Diavolo, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. This felt too intimate to disclose to him, he felt happy and privileged that you shared it with him, and he didn’t want to break that. At least you were talking to someone.
Mammon:
Mammon was oblivious to how your schedule and habits changed. It wasn’t until Beelz mentioned that he hadn’t seen you eat yet today during lunch. Then it clicked how he hadn’t seen you as much or rather how he had to seek you out constantly to get the attention he deserved from you.
He started to pay more attention to you and something seemed missing from your stack of books but could never place it until he came to your room and say your sketchbook on the floor under all your books. It clicks he doesn’t remember the last time he saw you drawing or doodling.
He then noticed your tired eyes, your slow-moving, and you did skip a lot of meals or at very little. He totally increased how much he spent with you, even when you claimed to have too much work to do. He would simply sit at your feet and lean against you. You would occasionally drop your hand down and play with his hair. You noticed the increase of affection and time he spent with you and at first, you were annoyed with it but soon you enjoyed the quiet company. Once Mammon saw you were happy to have him around, he started talking to you about his random schemes; which never failed to make you smile and laugh. He soon made it his goal to make sure you were always laughing and smiling, he never wanted it to stop.
You didn’t disclose everything to Mammon, but you talked about your feelings to him. In some ways it was hard not too, having him so close but you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. He comforted you to the best of his ability, sometimes he said the wrong things, but he tried and attempted to fix it.
He would surprise you with small gifts, one day at lunch he managed to get a yakisoba bread and you were surprised when he offered you the whole thing instead of just wanting to split it. You offered to split it with him and you wouldn’t take no for an answer. You both ate you halves outside, and you couldn’t help but cuddle up against him. When you finished your food, you gave Mammon a peak of the cheek. He flushed immediately and you hooked your arms together and walked to class with him. Needless to say, he bragged about it to the brother’s group chat and he was made fun of because of how he blushed for the rest of the day.
Leviathan:
Noticed the symptoms immediately, he had been through similar things. That there were times he stopped video games and anime or stopped finding the enjoyment from it. Though because he was constantly in his room, no one would notice.
He simply offered you silent support, making sure you were never alone or in one place for too long. He would try to drag you away for a quick game or anime or watch him play a game. You finally asked why he was spending more time with you and he would bashfully say while he didn’t know how you felt, he felt like he had been through similar things. It broke your heart to hear that and you pulled him into a tight hug. Later that night, you went to his room bringing tea for both of you and you both stayed up way too late talking to each other. It seemed like talking about it help life some of the pressure off you.
He said his door was always open to you, and while you didn’t always take him up on it, you occasionally when to study and watch him play whatever game he was currently playing. It was nice to have his company, even if you didn’t talk, it was comforting to be in the company that understood your feelings.
During class, he sat to your left while Beelz sat to your right. Levi made sure to nudge you if your attention seemed to diverge from the lecture and always offer you his notes if you missed anything. He also showed you places to hide in RAD, if you wanted to hide during lunch but his only request was you took food and ate it. He said he would prefer to hang out as well but respected your privacy if you truly wanted to be alone.
Would try and encourage you to paint or draw again. Asking you to draw him some character from his games or anime. You occasionally you would indulge in drawing whatever he wanted. Overall, Levi was your quiet support and you were grateful for it, to be able to sit in quiet and not to be asked what is wrong or must talk was a perfect escape sometimes.
Satan:
He was worried about you, he offered to take you to the library for a new place to study. He would read your textbooks to you. He would read it whether you were in his room, the library, or curled up on his bed. Though most times if he read to you on his bed, you would drift off to sleep listening to his voice. He would always smile whenever you managed to fall asleep, it comforted him that he was able to help you fall asleep.
Satan would find books about depression, but he was uncertain because it sounded to clinically and he doubted that it was really like how the book described. Though he continued to research, trying to find out ways to support you. Online forums and talking to the brothers about the things they were doing and what seemed to help you.
He would stumble sometimes but you couldn’t help but feel touched he tried so hard. When you say the help guide and books he had, you cried. You couldn’t believe someone would care this much about you and want to help you. He was there to comfort you and once you calmed down you thanked him and laugh, “I was wondering why your actions seemed straight from a self-help book, Thank you,” you kissed him on the cheek and gave up studying for the day to hang out and cuddle with him. He would ask what he could do to help, what things he did that helped or hurt you. You would drift off to sleep with a smile on your face.
When you weren’t reading together and Satan would play drama, especially Korean Dramas, something you introduced to him. He would play your favorite one, the one you have already watched together and that you have seen a million times, but still loved it and reacted to the story every time. Sometimes Satan would quote the show and act dramatically to make you smile and laugh.
But there were hard times with Satan, he was the Avatar of Wrath, after all, he would get annoyed at the situation, but never at you. He always made sure that you knew that, though occasionally he would say something that he would immediately apologize for it. He tells you; he feels worthless and helpless. He wanted to help you and make it all better, but he knew that isn’t how it works.
Asmodeus:
Much like Mammon, offered you comfort and affection. Whisking you away to get the newest coffee or tea at the café, shopping, bubble baths, and doing skincare with him. While you tried to protest, he was consistent, and most times was a success. He starts to offer to go the café to study for a change of scenery, offering to quiz you while you took the bubble bath, or doing face masks that you could put on and study for a bit while it dried.
“Stress isn’t good for your skin. Neither is not sleeping,” Asmodeus would tell you pointedly.
Never directly asked what was wrong, but constantly reminded you he was there for you if you ever needed him or wanted to talk. While you didn’t to it often, instead of talking to him you would seek him out to cuddle and of course, he never denied it. It was a guaranteed break for you and most times you fell asleep.
Whenever he took you shopping, he would drag you to the art store encouraging to buy art supplies, he ended up buying you new paintbrushes, paint, and canvas. Telling you there wasn’t any rush to paint anything, but it would just be there in case you hit inspiration. He would always joke that you could paint him or “paint him like a French girl,” and would flash you a cheeky grin. You would laugh and shove his shoulder.
Sat behind you in most of your class and whenever he had the change, he would give you affection. He would pass you notes constantly, sometimes it was drawings of his own. Sometimes they were beautiful and amazing other times he drew funny sketches. You quickly found out who drew Lucifer riding the unicorn and Diavolo in the dress. The funny sketches also included exaggerated drawings of the teachers or his brothers, which was so hard not to laugh in class so you could only turn around and glare at him, that didn’t last long before you broke out into a smile and shook your head at him.
Beelzebub:
Noticed you lack interest of food and lack of eating immediately. Was constantly bring you snacks and sharing them with you. He sometimes was sneaky with it, dropping it off fruit slices and sitting it beside you and leaving. Then coming back later to see the empty plate and he was beaming. Would study with you and sat near you in class, whenever he pulled out a snack, he would set it in between you, in hopes you would snack on his food.
Whenever it was his turn to cook, he would find out your favorite comfort food; whether it was something from Devildom or Human food. Trying to make sure the food was as appetizing as possible and mouth-watering in hopes to entice you.
Would always be proud whenever you ate and encouraged yourself to be a glutton sometimes. Beelzebub was also your teddy bear, always down to engulf you in a hug and study with you occasionally. He would also tell you stories and memories about Lilith, times in the Celestial Realm, or random memories that were simply used as a distraction or calm you down when you got too tense about your schoolwork.
Beelzebub would also be the one that read you bedtime stories when you couldn’t sleep, it always made you laugh. He would do the voices and everything, as you cuddle against him. It became a normal thing to wake up to see Beelzebub leaning against you bed, he would admit he was checking on you during the middle of the night and decided to stay just in case you needed him.
He always checked up on you and while he was the Avatar of Gluttony, he indulged you in other things than food. He gave you a lot of praise and even small trinkets he found while he was out shopping.
He was just always there for you and he had his alerts on specifically for you. He would always reply with lightning speed. He was also the one that came up with the idea to not let you be alone too long and create the shifts between the brothers. While it was annoying in some ways you couldn’t help but feel touched by their efforts
Belphegor:
Consistently offered and told you take a break and naps. He would drag you to the planetarium to study and while he offered to study with you, he would end up dozing off at some point. It always made you smile. You would go snag his blanket and tuck him in.
He would constantly wrap you up in blankets and cling to you like a koala, trying to make sure you were as comfortable as possible as you study. He even would offer you to use his pillow that he carried around. While you were hesitant, but you adored how Belphegor smelled and often found comfort in that. He would be able to help you learn about the stars and constellations. He could talk forever about it and often did. He knew all the stories behind them, what they looked like and could point them out.
Sometimes you would count the stars with him to fall asleep. Belphegor was known to tuck you in, he would kiss you on your forehead and whenever he found you asleep, he would join you. It was the simple things that made you feel a little better and loved. Never forced you to talk about anything, but whenever he noticed you were staring off into space, he would begin to ramble about everything and anything. Trying to ground you and bring you back to the present.
He knew where to find you whenever you couldn’t sleep, and you weren’t in your room and he told the other brothers but always told them he would go and comfort and hang out with you. You were in the planetarium, it where he went when he couldn’t sleep or felt restless. He would sit beside you and sit in silence, he usually had a blanket to drape over the both of you. You would lean again him and rest his head on your shoulder, bringing in his smell and feel some of your tensions melt away.
Finally, one random day, you had inspiration hit you. Asmodeus had bought you a canvas and it was huge, and you knew the painting had to be just right. You decided to paint it outside, thinking maybe getting some vitamin D would help as well. You gathered your art stuff before you headed out. You ran into Satan as you made your way outside, you flashed him a shy smile and he offered to help you carry out your things. You were in the garden and you slowly set up; Satan helped you set up before disappearing. You grabbed your pencil and started to sketch out your painting. You heard someone approaching you and it was Satan though he was carrying a book before finding a place to sit near you in the shade. You gave him a soft smile before you went back to work. Before you knew it, you were loaded up your pallet with all different colors and started to paint. You allowed yourself to get lost in the painting. Letting your mind go blank and allowing your hand to take over the paint strokes. You didn’t notice the crowd that gathered behind you, you were completely lost in the joy of the painting. Your smile only continued to go the more and more you painted, you remembered how much you loved painting; the tension in your shoulders started to release and you felt renewed. Once you were finished you stepped back to see the painting in the full picture. You looked behind you to see all the brothers behind you, looking at your painting.
“It’s beautiful,” Satan said setting his book down and the other brothers nodded in agreement.
“Thank you… for everything,” you started and continued when you saw the brothers confused looks, “For supporting me and reminding me to take care of myself,” you flashed all of them a small smile.
“It’s inspired by all of you. That you reached out to me and reminded me of the hope that it gets better, even if it takes a while or doesn’t feel like it ever would.” All the brothers looked touched, but your words and it was Beelz that pulled you into a hug first. Soon you were getting hugs from all the brothers except Lucifer who gave a nod, you knew that later in private you would get a quick hug from him later.
Lucifer:
Lucifer had a sense of pride in seeing you paint again. Seeing you so engrossed in your work and how confidently your paint strokes were. He loved watching how the colors swirled together and how the painting slowly came to life. He realized he could watch you paint all day; he would later ask if you were willing to paint him something for his office. He would let you in his office and look around to get an idea of the mood of the room and how much space you had to work with. When you finished the painting, Lucifer hung it up almost immediately. He whenever he was stressed and tense, he would find himself looking at it, following the swirls of the colors to calm himself.
He also adored to indulge you in more expensive paints, which always took your breath away. He would allow you in his office to paint if you wanted. Most times Lucifer was working on papers, but occasionally he would play the piano, soft melodies that were soothing. It became a tradition that once a week, you would go to his office to paint or draw. Asking his opinions on sketches and if you should follow through with them or change it up.
Mammon:
He was taken back by how beautiful you looked as you painted. You were so carefree and happy; it took his breath away. He watched how your body moved as you painted, how smooth and elegant it looked. It was angelic, he was the only brother that dared to approach you; he would sit down on the grass and watch you.
He never formally requested any paintings from you, but you ended up painting him something anyway. You bought a copy of the magazine he was on the cover of and recreated it for him to hang up in his room. He was speechless when you gave it to him, you decided to do it more of an abstract with lots of colors. He hung it up on his wall and whenever he looked at it, he would smile and blush, it seemed so intimate that you painted him. That you probably spend a lot of time looking at his face to recreate it. He was greedy and craved watching you paint; for some reason, it was soothing for him and it made you happy so in turn, it made him happy.
Leviathan:
He watched in amazement, seeing you so shy and in a shy to being confident and standing tall. HE was in awe; his mouth fell open at some point. He felt like a child again, recalling how he has memories of having similar reactions when Lucifer did things. He followed you paint strokes, watching the painting come to life. When you turned around, he gave you the biggest smile, he was so happy to see you so passionate and happy with your work.
Even though the memory of being chased by Henry 1.0 was fresh in your mind, you decided to recapture him for Levi. So he could always have him hanging in his room. Levi was speechless when he saw it, he would whisper thank you to you. His smile made it so worth it.
Satan:
He found it super important to text his brothers that you were painting in the garden or about to start. The chat blew up with excitement. He grabbed a random book; he had no intention to read the book, but he didn’t want you to think he was staring at you. He sat underneath the trees near you and opened the book and started to pretend to read. He was amazing and honored that he could watch the full process of watching your painting coming to life. From the rough sketch, then the base paint, and then watching you add more and more color. When he saw his brothers come out, he raised one finger to his lips, to ensure they stayed quiet.
He didn’t ask you to paint him anything but asked if he could watch you occasionally. Which you mostly agreed to, though with more intimate projects you would tell him next time. You ended up painting himself something anyways. It was an old-world map, Fra Mauro map. It was made in Italy and even included the Garden of Eden. When he first saw it, he was speechless, he was excited though. This painting would go so well in his room, it matches the old-world library setting he had in his room. He was even more excited because he has a book about old-world maps that Fra Mauro is featured in it. The hug he pulled you into took your breath away, but you felt so happy because of his reaction.
Asmodeus:
Asmodeus was excited to see you painting again. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t attractive to watch you get lost in your art. While he was watching you paint, he couldn’t stop thinking about what other things you could paint and wondered if you would be okay with painting him like a French girl. Soon he disregarded the thoughts and simply appreciate the art in front of him, though he decided that you were really the masterpiece here.
Instead of painting Asmodeus a picture on canvas, you asked him to take off his shirt and lay down on his bed. You had brought your paints and paint brushed, while he was confused, he complied.
“This is going to be cold, sorry,” you gave him a heads up before you painted the stroke on his back. Asmodeus love it, you were turning him into a piece of your art. It felt intimate and precious. Though it was cold, and he complained and shivered, he was excited to see the final product.
Once you were done, you took a picture of your painting on his and yours D.D.D. You told him you combined two of your favorite paintings by Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night but instead of the yellow stars, it was Van Gogh’s sunflowers.
Beelzebub:
He was the most excited out of the brothers, he was so happy to see you painting again. Seeing it come to life right in front of him, gave him a new appreciation for art. He could have watched you paint forever, you looked so carefree and relaxed. He didn’t know how much he missed your smile. After you were done and the painting was dried, he would ask if he could trace the colors. He would pull you into a huge hug and spin you around, making you cling onto him and laughing.
Beelz would ask instead of painting him something if you could have a paint night with him. You decided to pull up a Bob Ross video and follow it together. The results were dramatic, yours look close to Ross’ but had your unique style, while Beelz tried his hardest and it did resemble the reference paint. You started to giggle at his painting and before you knew it, Beelz took his extra paint and flung it at you. You let out a shriek before joining in, in the end, you both ended up covered in paint and laughing at each other.
Belphegor:
Belphegor was napping when his D.D.D started going off like crazy, he was annoyed until he saw that it was about you were about to paint. It gave him a jolt of energy to rush out to the garden. He was the last brother to get there. Standing behind you, he watched how your brush danced across the page and how your body swayed. You seem in your element and lost in your work. It was so relaxing to watch you paint, how the colors swirled together and just seeing how relaxed and happy you were seemed to rub off on him.
You knew you didn’t have to paint Belphie anything, but you couldn’t help yourself. You knew exactly what you wanted to draw anyways. You set up in the Planetarium and went to work to capture the sky above you. Belphie ended up joining you, he grabbed his blanket and sat behind you before curling up and watching you paint. It wasn’t long before you heard his soft snores behind him. You chuckled at him before going back to work. When you were finished you saw he was still asleep, you couldn’t help yourself. You crept near him with a paintbrush in hand and touched his cheek with it. He woke up immediately due to the cold paint, you soon were fighting over the paintbrush. You didn’t stand a chance against him, once he had the paintbrush in hand, he gave your cheek the same treatment. You both began to laugh and once you had calmed down, you showed him the painting you did for him. He pulled you into a hug, rubbing his painted cheek against yours to smear the paint even more.
When it was time for you to leave Devildom, you gave the brothers the painting. They tried to refuse but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Please, it’s a way for you to remember me. You inspired me to do and it’s a reminder to have hope that I’ll be back soon,” you told them a little teary-eyed. You knew you were going to miss all of them so much, but you had a renew sense and passion for painting and the brothers and Devildom has inspired a lot more pieces as soon as you got back to Earth.
#obey me lucifer#lucifer obey me#mammon obey me#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#leviathan obey me#satan obey me#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus obey me#beelzebub obey me#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#belphegor obey me#Yuki Writes!#yuki writes
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Hey, it's me again, I hope you are still open for requests! You said I could ask for Mic content and, if I still can, what about some DadMic headcanons, with his own child and/or an adopted one?! Which one you prefer is fine! I hope you are doing well and thank you for the opportunity you gave me! Take care 💗
A/N: Hey you!! Thank you for requesting, it means a lot that you like my present mic work. And yes, you most definitely can have some DadMic headcanons. If you have any more requests just let me know. I did hours worth of homework and it deleted so i’m kind of like forget school and imma become a professional headcanon writer so honestly hit me up with as much stuff you want :)))))))
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(i kind of wrote this like you are in the ages of like 6-10 so just keep that in mind)
-I feel he would have his child out of wedlock, maybe when he was younger out partying things got a little crazy then bam, next thing he knows he has a child with no mom and no idea what to do.
-cAlLs AizAwa
-No but He’s a great Dad honestly, although he's clueless sometimes, he tends to figures things out fairly quickly
- At first it was really hard for him since he had this baby, a new hero career, and the whole world trashing on him, he totally broke down a few times and wanted to give up. BUt aizawa and his other friends helped him through and encouraged him
-You’re his little sunshine and HE LOVeS yoU tO death
-calls you literally any pet name that is very soft and cute and innocent
-He buys evErything for you, i swear! If you just look at something for more than two seconds, it’s in his cart and he’s buying it for you
-”dad you don-”
-”shh pumpkin, let daddy buy it for you.”
-your room is filled with what every girl wants to have
-He learns to do your hair, no matter the texture or thickness or length, he’ll watch youtube videos and figure it out
-he lets you do his hair as well, braiding it, curling it whatever, he’s totally fine with it. JuSt DoNt CUt iT
-New school year and you need new clothes?? Yeah over 1,000 dollars worth of stuff brought.
-speaking of school, sometimes you get comments and stuff from teachers or students because you might not look like him or because you don’t know who your mom is, ect.
-At first when you were younger, it didn’t hurt you, you couldn’t understand that anyways, but as you started to get older it affected you more and more until one day you came home crying to present, and it literally breaks his heart
-”Daddy, why isn’t my skin as light as yours, and my hair isn’t as thin? The other kids make fun of me for it...it really hurts me. And WHere is mom? Does she not love us? You’re really sweet i don’t know why she doesn’t want to be with you…”
-”why are you asking this?”
-”The kids and teachers at school…”
-RAGE MODE ACTIVATED
-He literally storms down to your school and demands that the questions and comments stop or he’s going to press charges
-Never ever was asked about any of those things again...well, more or less, sometimes you hear teachers or students whispering or makings sly comments but you chose to ignore those things
-”DONT YOU EVER TALK TO ME OR MY LITTLE CUTIE PIE EVER AGAIN.”
-HUGs!! He hugs you like all the time everyday when he sees you. Like it’s his way it’s saying i love you although he screams that to you all the time
-”Y/N MY LITTLE GIRL,” *jump hugs* “I LOOOOOOOVveevVVEVVEvevV Ee YOuuUUUUUUOoUUUU”
- PROTECCS YOU AT ALL COSTS
-Like when the world found out that he had a kid, and he was still kind of a kid himself with a just starting a career, he kind of got shitted on a whole lot...by everyone and the press is always writing stories and stuff so when you were old enough to read or understand some stuff he’d often keep TV off or keep you away from the press and media although that became harder when you had to go outside and go to school but as much as he can limit that crazy stuff you see, he’ll do it.
-He makes sure you can defend yourself and as soon as you get your quirk, he’s training you. He will never push mega hard however he makes sure that the training is vigorous enough that when danger comes...you’re ready
-Being a pro hero’s child can mean you’re in a lot of danger, people want to kill or kidnap you to hurt the hero so he’s constantly worries and on you about safety
-If your quirk is similar to his, skskkdnjsk he literally will SCREEEEEEEE, he thinks it’s so awesome you have a quirk like his and he will make sure that the both of you will annoy Aizawa
-As much as Hizashi spoils you, you had to grow up a whole lot quickly. Even though he’s an underground hero and kinda works on his on time, his job is still quite demanding and he has to be gone a lot so that means you need to learn how to cook, clean, do your homework, etc. on your own so if anything happens (god forbid) you know how to take care of yourself. when you were younger tho he’d have a babysitter/nanny to look and take care of you while he’s at work
-Although when he is home he cooks and does all of that stuff. HE'S A REALLY GOOD COOK??????? Like seriously and don’t let me get started on the pastries he makes...mmmm yummm…
-only burnt down the kitchen once...Don’t tell Aizawa plez ;-;
-He actually feels very very bad about leaving you at home a lot with responsibility, he’s all about fun and really just being a kid so he always apologizes to you and plans something super fun when he’s off of work. Like laser tag, going out for ice cream, or just building forts at home. He makes sure you have a balance
-He might’ve brought you a puppy so you would have a friend, you let him name the puppy and now you have a “Mr.Ruffkins” running around your house
-He let’s you have girls night which is basically just you and him and sometimes a friend, and you guys just paint each other nails, put bows in each others hair, all the girly stuff, and just talk about anything.
-It’s his way i guess to make up for the mother-daughter time you don’t have in your life
-Cute picnics at the park with a bunch of snacks and you guys will just feed the little duckies and animals
-Brings you around his agency or to his radio show all the time, like everyone that works there knows and loves you a whole lot. You even have a mini cute pink desk with a name tag on it.
-You have a little segment on his show called “LittleMic and PresentMic” and you guys just talk about crazy weird stuff and reach out to single Dads who are also raising up kids. It’s super cute i swear.
-Aizawa is your tired uncle that says he hates coming over but he comes over like everyday and eats all your food while watching TV on the couch
-He’s the best uncle though but he’s super blunt. So sometimes you go to him for advice or just to talk. He adores you though and checks on you while DadMic is at work or something.
-Aizawa call you “Kiddo” or “littleMic” or just “y/n”
-Present lets you pick out his new tattoos, and one time he let you draw one….now he has a crooked purple butterfly on his arm...it’s all good tho
-Father daughter danceeeeee ya ya ya! You guys bring the moves and the music to the dance floor like get out the mf way swines.
-He picked out your dress and you picked out his suit, he even let you do a little man bun
-sometimes when you guys are just chilling at home, you will play some of your favorite classics, and you will step on his feet and he’ll dance, you guess may have fell like twice.
-speaking of music and dancing, he will turn up all of the pop jams that you love (slipping some of his rock n’ roll faves) THROW candy all through out the house and both of you are dancing in weird costumes while singing
-”I LOOOOOOOOvvEEEE ROcKKK N ROLLLLL SO PUT ANOTHER DIME IN THE JUKE BOX bAE bEEEEEEBHEDB”
-You are very much involved in music and he showed you how to make your own mixtapes, playlists, and how to DJ on your own
-piggy back rideeeesss yuuuuhhhhh. When you’re feeling sad he randomly picks you up, twirls you onto his back and runs around the house yells
-”WOOOOOSSSHHHHHH MEGA JET FLYING A SAD PASSENGER, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WOOOOOSSHHHSHSH”
-Usually does this until you’re laughing and playing along with him
-”KrrSHH THIS IS FLIGHTER PILOT Y/N WITH MY TRUSTY JET YAMADA ON MY WAY TO DESTROY THE ENEMY PLANE, ANyoNE copPY?”
-one time you like dressed up like him for halloween and it was lit. hair somehow slicked up, black leather jacket and some headphones...wooo child you looked cool
-”PRESENT MIC MAY I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH???”
-”nO PapArazzi PleAse”
-I feel as though you’d be bilingual, Japanese and English. I feel at home it’ll lean more towards English although there’s a hint of Japanese in there
-He rarely gets mad at you but if he did, it’s probably because you put yourself in danger or something of that sorts
-If you cannot sleep, he’ll let you sleep with him and he’ll have blue clues playing in the bakground to help “sooth you” (he enjoys that show very much”
-”THE CLUE IS RIGHT THERE BLUEEEE”
-”dad? I-”
-Tells you stories about his high school/early life and gives you advice
-”in conclusion do not throw a pumpkin at a security guard or you might get hurt...okay love bug?”
-The sweetest thing ever, like he randomly makes weird faces or says random things to make you laugh
-Forehead kisses or little cheek kisses
-Twirls you around and says “Ah my little princess looks lovely today”
-OMG TICKLE FIGHTS I SWEAR YOU’RE GASPING FOR AIR SOMEONE HELP YOU BUT LIKE ITS FUN
-You help him choose outfits when he’s indecisive
-”take away the scarf and go with the graphic tee and maybe the black boots instead of the red ones”
-”Look at my child, a fashion Icon.”
-He let you decorate the house so now there’s glitter, pink stuff, rainbows and sparkles all around the house but it’s super cute.
-Many cute photos of you guys in macaroni picture frames.
-HE TAKES PICTURES OF EVERYTHING LIKE STACKS OF PHOTOS SMHHH TAKE THE CAMERA AWAAAAYYYYY
-Being Present’s Child would be super cute and mega fun. He’s one of the most interactive loving dads out there, you would never feel lost or lonely for a second. Seriously he is the dad that we all wanted/ needed as a kid lmao.
#bnha#BNHA Headcanons#present mic#present mic x reader#hizashi yamada x reader#hizashi yamada#x reader#10/10 would recommend#would include#dad mic#dating senarios#dating#my hero academia#oneshot#Headcanon#headcanons#headcanon meme#bnha teachers#bnha deku#bnha all might#deku#mha x reader#mha#izuku midoriya#bakugou headcanons#shoto aizawa#mr aizawa#bnha aizawa#All Might#anime
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BnHA Chapter 260: GOD IS A WOMAN
Previously on BnHA: Virtually all of the known pro heroes in existence split into two big groups (each with its own weenie hut junior subgroup) to launch a massive surprise attack on the League of Pliff. Endeavor’s group, in Jakku, stormed the hospital where Ujiko works, which amazingly seemed to catch him completely off guard, so I guess we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile off in the woods somewhere, Midnight’s group (ostensibly this is Edgeshot’s group, but I call it like I see it guys) prepared to attack the villains’ main HQ at the Overlook Hotel, while my infant son Kaminari Denki complained too loudly about being stuck on the front lines. Meanwhile the rest of 1-A (sans Tokoyami) is either tucked away safe in the woods, or perched just outside of Jakku ready to begin the citizen evacuation. I suggest that everyone enjoy this brief period where the good guys appear to be safe and victorious while it lasts.
Today on BnHA: MIRUKO!!! Okay lol. A lot happens in this chapter. Aizawa uses his quirk on Ujiko, who immediately starts melting away into a crispy-fried old man because apparently this motherfucker had the immortality quirk all along. And then Mic and Aizawa yell at him, and the other doctors are all “pardon us but what the fuck” and the heroes are all “NO TIME TO TALK, HE’S EVIL” and then we find out that Ujiko is a fucking Twice clone, so that’s just great. And the real Ujiko is of course down in the basement, along with LORD EVEN KNOWS HOW MANY HIGH END NOUMUS, and for a moment it honest to god looks like we’re screwed. But then MIRUKO, YOUR NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER, KICKS DOWN ALL THE FREAKING DOORS AND FLATTENS POOR JOHN-KUN AND IS ALL “BOOM, YOU LOOKING FOR THIS?”, and let me tell you guys, FOR A MOMENT I SAW TRUTH. Anyway so next chapter she’s probably going to have to fight zombie Jeanist or something, but for now? Life is good. REMEMBER THIS DAY.
so just like last week, before I get started I’m gonna do a quick follow-up on chapter 259. really, Viz’s version wasn’t all that different from the fan scanlation this time around, so this will mostly just be reactions to things I didn’t notice and that other people pointed out
first off, a couple people mentioned that the thing Mic is holding up appears to be some kind of throat spray. which seems to track, so I’ll just say again that I have a very morbid curiosity about whether or not Mic could actually kill someone with his quirk. and this curiosity has only intensified since my google search
so yeah. will we ever get to see something like this?? STAY TUNED
also, I got a couple of conflicting answers about Naomasa’s quirk. someone said his quirk was lie-detecting, but another person said that’s actually his sister’s (LOL I HAD NO IDEA THERE WAS A NAOSIS, I REALLY SHOULD JUST READ VIGILANTES) quirk. and I never actually followed up on that lol sooooo. let me just do that real quick
okay so he doesn’t have a quirk listed on the wiki, but it says that his codename (??) is “True Man.” so that does seem to imply that his quirk is similar if not identical to his sister’s quirk, which is indeed a truth quirk (Polygraph). although the “she can’t detect a lie if the person is relaxed” seems to call this ability into doubt a bit. still pretty powerful though I guess
moving on now, last but not least let’s discuss the most relevant and controversial thing that happened this past week. (incidentally, I added an ETA about this to the previous chapter recap a couple hours after I first posted it, so in case you don’t what the asks below are referring to, it’s that.)
so... I have mixed feelings about this. thing is, after reading up on it, it seems like the fans who were most upset were those from China, Korea, etc., which is actually completely understandable given the historical context. Japan doesn’t exactly have a great track record with being sensitive about all of the horrific shit their military got up to during WWII, so while I still believe that Horikoshi wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, I can understand them not being inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt
that being said, I keep thinking about this tweet by aitaikimochi:
and despite what Horikoshi said in his apology tweets (about how he didn’t intend for the name to be associated with that particular historical connection), I still can’t help but think that he absolutely did intend to reference Unit 731, with the intent of (a) linking it to this vile, disgusting piece of shit character as a commentary, and (b) perhaps subtly pushing some of his Japanese readers who have never heard about this particular part of history to learn more about it. like, I know he offered up some dubious explanation about it being a reference to Ujiko’s rotund nature, but that seems really iffy to me tbh. that’s one hell of a coincidence if that’s really the case. idk
and you know what else -- and here’s where I’m really whipping out the conspiracy goggles -- I also can’t help but suspect that the decision to go back and change the name in the volume release is coming more from Shueisha (who I half-suspect weren’t themselves aware of the “maruta” name association until this blew up) than from him. because unfortunately this seems to be the standard Japanese PR response any time this subject comes up -- offer a vague statement of regret, and immediately proceed to wipe any mention of the subject from existence. because god forbid people actually talk about this or acknowledge that it happened
and so ultimately, while I do empathize with those who were upset by the name, I think it’s unfortunate that this is just getting swept back under the rug so quickly and will no doubt be forgotten about within a couple of months, because my gut feeling is that Shueisha was ultimately more concerned about what their Japanese readership might think about the controversy than what the Chinese and Korean fans thought. I could be wrong about that, and maybe also giving Horikoshi too much benefit of the doubt, but meh :/
anyway! so now that we’ve gotten that topic out of the way, let’s see how many pages it will take before the heroes finally realize just how much of an “oh fuck” situation they’ve gotten themselves into!
so the cover page is Hawks and Endeavor, but more importantly (to me), it establishes that this is indeed a hotel/resort and not a mansion, as the readheroaca team randomly translated it as last week. like does that look like any mansion you’ve ever seen. come on now
anyway so now my question is what happens if someone actually tries to stay at this hotel. do they just book that shit on trivago and enjoy a week up in the mountains surrounded by very strange but seemingly nice people, and just never suspect a thing? like, Gigantomachia lives in the basement here. I’m just saying. how dense can these hypothetical travelers be
also the hotel is apparently 80km from the hospital, or about 50 miles for us troglodytes who still use the imperial system. so pretty safe to say neither team will be able to provide backup to the other in this case. I will try not to think about this
so now Ujiko, the man without a name, is screaming while Endeavor and his group just STAND THERE LIKE TWENTY FEET AWAY. what the fuck
I swear to god he looked so much closer in the previous chapter. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING. HE’S GOT NOUMUS IN THE BASEMENT!! CAN YOU FUCKING ARREST HIS ASS ALREADY
YESSSS AIZAWA
what are the odds that the next panel features Aizawa Shouta looking more pissed off than we’ve ever seen him. oh my god. it’s probably going to be hot af. I’m not sure I’m ready
booooooo
that is more or less the opposite of hot af. Horikoshi why you gotta do me like that
well well WELL!
you mean to say Mr. Innocent Quirkless Philanthropist isn’t actually quirkless?? even though he wasn’t actually innocent?? and he wasn’t actually a philanthropist either?? well I am just SHOCKED. who saw this coming. how could this happen
also for real this is creeping me the fuck out though
it does make sense though. I just can’t picture AFO entrusting so much of his operation to this dude if he actually was quirkless. because he’d view someone without a quirk as being lesser/inferior. so Ujiko almost had to have something up his sleeve. although it’s possible he could have been granted a quirk, rather than being born with one I suppose
!!!!
DO NOT TELL ME THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE FUCKING IMMORTALITY QUIRK. WHAT THE FUCK. IS HE JUST GOING TO SHRIVEL UP INTO NOTHING. NO FUCKING WAY HE GOES DOWN THAT EASY WHAT THE HELL
(ETA: and does this mean that if Aizawa ever visits AFO and uses his quirk on him, AFO will also instantly age like 200 fucking years? could that actually kill him?)
duuuuude. Nao’s speculating about whether the Noumus’ regeneration ability actually stems from this quirk. ...but that can’t be the case, can it? otherwise AFO would have been able to heal his injuries from the battle with All Might. we know for a fact he’s known Ujiko for at least 15 years. but still, either way it’s still one hell of a powerful quirk
which now seems to be unraveling before our very eyes. uh...
anyone else getting Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade vibes? “he chose... poorly”
oh MY GOD!!
do it Mic do it do it do it
oh my god. well he’s not killing him with his voice, but instead this is happening
nooo Mic. I need you to be less anguished and more murdery. I don’t want feels yet!! goddammit
I mean it’s not asking for too much, is it? I just want a teensy little bit of satisfaction before the shit hits the fan. just torture him a little bit. just a little!
oh hey some doctors are intervening because the heroes look like psychopaths right now
s2g if one of these fuckers gets in between Ujiko and Aizawa’s line of sight and he fucking gets away -- !! oh my god. I can’t fucking take this. ffdffjjjk I’m so anxious you guys, I could never be a hero the stress is too much
so instead of explaining it to these rightfully concerned people, the heroes are just pushing them aside and telling them to stand back. and like, on the one hand I get it. they’re on the clock, they have to eliminate John-kun before the hotel villains get wind of the attack, and they don’t have time to explain an entire series’s worth of backstory to everyone who asks about it. but on the other hand, I also just want them to shout “HE EXPERIMENTED ON CHILDREN AND CORPSES AND CREATED THE NOUMUS!” or something. just so they know. I need them to know goddammit
but at least the patients seem to all be pretty chill about it lmao
-- holy shit. okay, three things
that panel with them moving the beds is my favorite
the panel with Tora holding this one guy who’s suddenly IN LOVE is also my favorite. oh man. Tora you are the manliest
combat with the WHAT DID YOU SAY NOW
so they knew?? well that sure fucking explains why Endeavor made the executive decision to keep his son and the other kids as far away as possible. but also, what? so like they must not realize that there are more high ends, then. right? or else they surely would not be so casual about this
holy shit?!
just how thorough was this investigation?? I really need to stop underestimating the heroes huh. should have learned my lesson after Kamino. these guys do their homework. it’s just that there’s always some one last thing that they failed to account for
so what is it going to be then in this case? Tomura is the one controlling them now? shitttttt
oh god. yeah, Miruko’s just casually kicking down the mortuary door and she’s all “we know who’s controlling them!” so I assume they believe that it’s Ujiko. which is honestly what I myself assumed up until about ten seconds ago, so fair enough
SDKFJLSKHGLK THERE IT IS
hot. a. f. just like I said. excuse me sir but there are laws against smoking in a hospital. because you’re smoking. get it. ...it’s because you’re hot. ...yes sir I’m sorry sir I will stop now
so Ujiko is sobbing and screaming “let me go!!” and okay but where is Present Mic? do you see, Mic. this is what I wanted, okay. but it’s all right, I understand that you were upset
ohhhhhhhhhh ffffuuuu
Endeavor with a worried look and lots of dots followed by an exclamation point, and then a closeup of Ujiko’s mouth looking surprisingly sinister as he reiterates for them to let him go. I’M SURE THIS IS ALL FINE. WE’RE ALL FINE. THAT’S OKAY HORIKOSHI, YOU CAN END THE CHAPTER HERE, IT’S GOOD. WE GOT LIKE WHAT, EIGHT PAGES? THAT’S PLENTY, REALLY
FUFFFFFFF NO MIRUKO DON’T GO FLYING INTO THE VOID! THE VOID IS BAD
HOLY SHIT
jesus christ. Miruko does the exact same thing as Katsuki where she sees a wall and she’s all “FUCK YEAH.” goddamn. it honest to god gave me a boost of confidence even as I watched her announce that THE NOUMU ARE DOING THE EXACT FUCKING THING SHE JUST SAID THAT THEY WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO DO
and also that is 100% a black Noumu there on the right side. so confirmed, the big guns are here too
HOLY SHIT TIMES TWO
THIS FUCKING HOSPITAL REALLY HAD THE FUCKING ASTEROID WORM FROM EMPIRE STRIKES BACK IN THE FREAKING BASEMENT, AND YOU ALL COULDN’T FUCKING DETECT THAT?? GET BETTER DETECTING TECHNOLOGY YOU DUMB HEROES
but nice save, Aizawa!! I personally would not have had such quick reflexes upon being confronted by a giant monster lunging out of the floor to stick out its multipronged DRILL TONGUE WHICH IS ALSO ITS BRAIN, haha. can someone please check on Horikoshi to make sure he is doing all right. I have some concerns about the mind that drew this
holy shit the drill tongue Noumu is actually drilling into Ujiko. like there’s blood and stuff
-- SHIT
THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE THE DAMN GOGGLES YOU ASSHOLE!! “BUT MAKESTE YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WANTED ME TO TAKE THEM OFF SO THAT I COULD LOOK HOT.” WELL JUST LOOK AT HOW WELL THAT TURNED OUT! THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER LISTEN TO ME
(ETA: well it turned out not to matter BUT STILL.)
lmao Endeavor looks so fucking mad
“THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE THE DAMN GOGGLES YOU ASSHOLE.” I know, right?!
...aaaaaand this is happening
lol. good job @blessedgirthma you called it. it’s a clone! hahaha, fuck
and so the bad man lives to see another day. bets on who will eventually be the one to take him out? just remember how long that list is. lots of enemies, Ujiko. you’ll get yours
but right now I guess we have some other things to worry about
by the way we best pray to god that it was Twice who made that clone and not Ujiko himself, because if Ujiko has managed to replicate that ability on top of everything else, we can truly kiss the world goodbye
but anyway! so that’s Noumu!Tomura confirmed then, in my book. and there are the 11! does this mean they’re not at the hospital?? all I know is they had better not be out on the outskirts of the city where my babies are
also is Ujiko talking to himself here. it almost seems like his words are coming out of the clone’s mouth. but Twice doesn’t have that kind of clone puppeteering ability. so then who is this guy bragging to. -- oh my god can he see us
lmao he’s plopping into his science chair and zooming halfway across the room
don’t misunderstand me though, one panel of being super relatable does not make up for a lifetime of horrific and nauseating crimes
-- THERE ARE MORE VATS!!! HOLY SHIT
THERE ARE MORE VATS. THERE ARE MORE VATS
there is at least one more row than I recall seeing in that previous chapter way back when. so even more high ends. in addition to the 12 (11 considering Endeavor subsequently fried one) we previously saw
and also I just realized, he did say “this” hospital. meaning he is still in the basement? so these guys are still right under their noses, then? oh god oh god so much to process and all of it is terrible god
GAAAAAAASPPP
MILADY!!!!!
holy shit. you guys. what the fuck. the hell was All Might thinking going to U.A. to pick a student successor when Miruko was right fucking there. like I’m just saying??
and also, fuck me he is getting away
OH MY GOD
SHE FUCKING MURDERED POOR JOHN-KUN JUST LIKE THAT WHAAAAAT. YOU GUYS I CAN’T BELIEVE MIRUKO IS THE NEW MAIN CHARACTER OF BNHA, TIMES ARE WILD
lmao and that’s the end of the chapter. holy shit. all I need is for her to say “I am here!” and I’m set. I leave it in your capable hands. why was she not in charge to begin with. number five hero my ass!! smdh for real though guys lol
#bnha 260#ujiko daruma#aizawa shouta#present mic#miruko#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#makeste reads bnha#there had better not be any more controversy this week because I am tired of it lol#I just want to enjoy this chapter#those last few pages brought me so much joy#who cares if there are 18 noumus#or 25 or 50 or who even knows how many#it doesn't even matter#miruko will just kick them all#imagine if she'd been the one to teach deku shoot style#he'd be unstoppable#just try and make a comeback afo!#BAM!! KICKED IN THE FACE!!#BAH GOD
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(BRIDGET SATTERLEE, CIS FEMALE) - Have you seen DARBY ALBRIGHT? DARBS is in HER JUNIOR year. The LITERATURE MAJOR is 21 years old & is a SAGITTARIUS. People say SHE is INTELLIGENT, LOYAL, MERCURIAL and BLUNT. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that HER DEALER OVERDOSED IN FRONT OF HER AND SHE RAN AWAY INSTEAD OF CALLING 911. - (OLIVE. 24. EST. SHE/HER.)
she’s back :) pinterest is here
“She kinda scares me,” a random student about Darby, probably
If she were an aesthetic it’d be wine stains in between the cracks of your lips.
The daughter of a prominent US Senator from New York, Lucas Albright and his wife, famous socialite Harriet Valentine
Prominent family, huge donors to the Met (her parents regularly get invited to the Met Gala)
Her parents are very much old money and very much cold as ice. When she was eight, Darby refused to go to violin lessons for a week so her dad gave the dog that was her best friend to the pound to “teach her a lesson” like come on man SHE’S EIGHT
She has an older brother named James that’s the family favorite, he got their father’s good looks, smarts, and was captain of the football team, etc
Darby was always the problem child in the family. She refused to dress nice for formal dinners, started acting out etc. Her parent’s strategy to deal with her was to either scream at the girl or pretend she didn’t exist
One time she hopped up on the dinner table and started screaming a Sylvia Plath poem to the whole family and everyone just kept eating until her father asked “are you done?”
Darby’s mother always struggled with mental health and alcohol abuse. When Darby was about twelve her mother spent three months in the psychiatric ward of a hospital and then came back as if nothing was wrong. She spends most of her time in bed and only leaves for required campaign events to keep up family appearances
This was really scarring for Darby to see her mother like this ghost of what she used to be
Their family’s strategy to deal with tough things was to medicate them and then pretend they don’t exists. Darby’s become really good at hiding her feelings because of this
Despite all of this she’s actually very very smart? She’s the debate team captain at Yates and is either going to run a Fortune 500 company some day or run a crime syndicate. Could use her powers for good or evil y’know
In high school, her brother died of a brain tumor which was considered a publicized tragedy in New York., the son of the senator dead. The paparazzi couldn’t get enough of Darby and her father grieving
After her brother’s death, Darby went kind of wild. She started doing every drug she could get her hands on and partying nonstop, and she nearly got kicked out of her private school for doing whippets in the bathroom her senior year. Her father was able to buy the school a new library and make sure she graduated
She’s studying literature at Yates and is a huge reader. Like if Rory Gilmore liked to party more and had a mean streak? You’ve got Darby
Darby chose Yates to escape the press feeding frenzy that saw her as the ultimate Page Six public mess like she just wants everyone to fuck off and leave her alone.
Last spring semester she randomly took off after the first day of class without telling anyone she was leaving. Next thing you know, she’s posting on Instagram from Europe. The school pressure got to be too much so she jsut yeeted out and spent six months traveling with her parents credit card
She calls this period of her life when she was “internationally depressed”. Being internationally depressed basically means she was like. Hm. Maybe Scotland will solve my problems. And then Scotland does not.
Has a lot of quirks and odd things about her. She’s a serial shoplifter and she just takes random things she doesn’t need. Her closet is full of almost every Essie nail polish color, all stolen
Ummm because of who her parents were she’s had her hands on prescription pills for years? Is usually On Something
Thinks no one can understand her and she might be right if she keeps trying to fight everyone
Is secretly just a scared little girl trying to act tough for the world
She had a boyfriend freshman year at college who she lost her virginity to and ever since… she’s gone kind of wild. Hs had a long string of boyfriends that she cares nothing about. Just likes to be paid attention to
Is also a very talented photographer and has a huge following in Instagram for her ~aesthetic~ pictures
Uhhhhh she’s back at Yates now after a two week stay in rehab :) newly sober
LOVES BOOKS AND MUSIC! Her room is stacked with vinyls and huge leaning book towers
Some WANTED CONNECTIONS: the ex-boyfriend she lost her virginity to, a toxic relationship, Tinder hookups, flirtationships, a squad of soft girls who read together, ex-friends, childhood friends, someone who was best friends with her older brother, and fellow rich kids from New York. Yes.
Okay give me a travel buddy that she gallivanted around Europe with??? Maybe some wild shit went down when they met up last summer in Amsterdam
Okay but give me the boyfriend she lost her virginity to freshman year. bonus points for drama and angst
Give me a fellow insomniac friend for her who stays up all night with darby when neither of them can sleep!!!
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Annnnnnd im finally posting darby’s intro back on her blog pls ignore this entire post dfghgfds
(KRISTINE FROSETH, CIS FEMALE) - Have you seen DARBY ALBRIGHT? DARBS is in HER JUNIOR year. The LITERATURE MAJOR is 21 years old & is a SAGITTARIUS. People say SHE is INTELLIGENT, LOYAL, MERCURIAL and BLUNT. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that HER DEALER OVERDOSED IN FRONT OF HER AND SHE RAN AWAY INSTEAD OF CALLING 911. - (OLIVE. 23. EST. SHE/HER.)
“She kinda scares me,” a random student about Darby, probably
If she were an aesthetic it’d be wine stains in between the cracks of your lips.
The daughter of a prominent US Senator from New York, Lucas Albright and his wife, famous socialite Harriet Valentine
Prominent family, huge donors to the Met (her parents regularly get invited to the Met Gala)
Her parents are very much old money and very much cold as ice. When she was eight, Darby refused to go to violin lessons for a week so her dad gave the dog that was her best friend to the pound to “teach her a lesson” like come on man SHE’S EIGHT
She has an older brother named James that’s the family favorite, he got their father’s good looks, smarts, and was captain of the football team, etc
Darby was always the problem child in the family. She refused to dress nice for formal dinners, started acting out etc. Her parent’s strategy to deal with her was to either scream at the girl or pretend she didn’t exist
One time she hopped up on the dinner table and started screaming a Sylvia Plath poem to the whole family and everyone just kept eating until her father asked “are you done?”
Darby’s mother always struggled with mental health and alcohol abuse. When Darby was about twelve her mother spent three months in the psychiatric ward of a hospital and then came back as if nothing was wrong. She spends most of her time in bed and only leaves for required campaign events to keep up family appearances
This was really scarring for Darby to see her mother like this ghost of what she used to be
Their family’s strategy to deal with tough things was to medicate them and then pretend they don’t exists. Darby’s become really good at hiding her feelings because of this
Despite all of this she’s actually very very smart? She’s the debate team captain at Yates and is either going to run a Fortune 500 company some day or run a crime syndicate. Could use her powers for good or evil y’know
In high school, her brother died of a brain tumor which was considered a publicized tragedy in New York., the son of the senator dead. The paparazzi couldn’t get enough of Darby and her father grieving
After her brother’s death, Darby went kind of wild. She started doing every drug she could get her hands on and partying nonstop, and she nearly got kicked out of her private school for doing whippets in the bathroom her senior year. Her father was able to buy the school a new library and make sure she graduated
She’s studying literature at Yates and is a huge reader. Like if Rory Gilmore liked to party more and had a mean streak? You’ve got Darby
Darby chose Yates to escape the press feeding frenzy that saw her as the ultimate Page Six public mess like she just wants everyone to fuck off and leave her alone.
Last spring semester she randomly took off after the first day of class without telling anyone she was leaving. Next thing you know, she’s posting on Instagram from Europe. The school pressure got to be too much so she jsut yeeted out and spent six months traveling with her parents credit card
She calls this period of her life when she was “internationally depressed”. Being internationally depressed basically means she was like. Hm. Maybe Scotland will solve my problems. And then Scotland does not.
Has a lot of quirks and odd things about her. She’s a serial shoplifter and she just takes random things she doesn’t need. Her closet is full of almost every Essie nail polish color, all stolen
Ummm because of who her parents were she’s had her hands on prescription pills for years? Is usually On Something
Thinks no one can understand her and she might be right if she keeps trying to fight everyone
Is secretly just a scared little girl trying to act tough for the world
She had a boyfriend freshman year at college who she lost her virginity to and ever since… she’s gone kind of wild. Hs had a long string of boyfriends that she cares nothing about. Just likes to be paid attention to
Is also a very talented photographer and has a huge following in Instagram for her ~aesthetic~ pictures
LOVES BOOKS AND MUSIC! Her room is stacked with vinyls and huge leaning book towers
Some WANTED CONNECTIONS: the ex-boyfriend she lost her virginity to, a toxic relationship, Tinder hookups, flirtationships, a squad of soft girls who read together, ex-friends, childhood friends, someone who was best friends with her older brother, and fellow rich kids from New York. Yes.
Okay give me a travel buddy that she gallivanted around Europe with??? Maybe some wild shit went down when they met up last summer in Amsterdam
Okay but give me the boyfriend she lost her virginity to freshman year. bonus points for drama and angst
Give me a fellow insomniac friend for her who stays up all night with darby when neither of them can sleep!!!
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crystal clear on a star lit night | brent & macey (& miranda)
summary: you all know exactly what this is
Macey had taken her heels off the moment they got in the car. She always did. Her feet were propped up against the glove compartment, and was presently slouching in her seat, bopping her head to the music playing and scrolling through her phone. With a cute dress and a full face of makeup on, it was a stark juxtaposition. She turned to Brent, a grin on her face as she snapped a picture of him driving to post on her Instagram story, "I'm apologizing in advance about how annoying I'm gonna be. I'm fully prepared to take like, a million cute pictures of us, 'cause we don't have a lot of new ones."
Brent laughed, keeping his eyes firmly on the road. The sun was setting and shadows were expanding into darkness, but he'd driven this road so many times he wasn't very worried about it. The reason he was staring ahead was so he wouldn't stare (gawk, really) at Macey any more than he already had. Also, his heart was racing, and anything other than looking forward might give him away. "Don't apologize, that's exactly why I picked this place."
Macey shoved her phone into her purse and leaned her head back against the seat, "A fucking castle just out here." When Brent had randomly stumbled upon the place online, she immediately insisted they go. She didn't realize it was the kind of place that needed reservations a month in advance, however. So, the waiting for this date night to finally come was well worth it. "Like, that's so weird. I love it. We should get a castle." She joked.
"What would the two of us do in a castle?" One of Brent's hand floated off the wheel and hit the left blinker, reached for hers. He turned while his hand intertwined with hers. "Besides throw a party that your siblings would never be able to outdo."
"Uh, a lot of things." Macey grinned, bringing his hand up to her lips. She pressed a kiss to his knuckles before resting their hands on her leg. Her tone was suggestive, but, she dropped it easily with a laugh, "For real though, I've always wanted to just like, slide down a long ass hallway in my socks, or take a mattress down a huge staircase like a sled. And yes—we've tried that in the cabin. The staircase wasn't long enough." She shrugged, "Okay, amended. We Airbnb a castle."
The castle was just up ahead, so Brent tightened his grip and shifted somewhat in his seat. "We're about to be there," he said. "But yes, that I think we can arrange. We can slide down the hallway and do all manner of things on a mattress." He smirked, finally stealing another glance at Macey. "Okay, look to your right." He sped up just a touch, and then they passed the edge of the trees to a huge, open field. The castle was set back behind a courtyard, lit up softly by lights. Even Brent, who had only ever seen it during the day, was impressed. "Wow."
Macey scooted herself back up into a correct seating position so she could actually see as directed. Resting her forehead against the window, Macey watched as the trees gave way to the castle in the distance. A small gasp escaped her mouth, jolting up straight, "Stop it right now." She didn't quite know what she expected, but, what could you even expect when you've never seen a real castle before? "Brent!" Macey exclaimed, taken aback. Her bright eyes were still glued outside, watching as the castle got closer. She squeezed his hand again, "What the hell!"
Her reaction was all he needed; a wide, toothy grin spread across Brent's face and he pulled Macey's hand up to his lips to kiss it. "I told you it's beautiful here," he said quietly. He had to let go of her hand to properly turn into the long drive up to the building, but he found it again once the car was facing ahead once more. The sun was beaming out a brilliant sunset and everything felt perfect, so far. "Wait until you see the inside."
"Yeah, no shit. It's probably insane." Macey gave another bewildered laugh, eyes continuing to dart between all of their surroundings. She realized probably she should stop cursing with the fact that they were dressed up more than they have in months and were at, well, a castle. Macey finally looked back over at him, "So, what exactly are we doing here, Mr. Date Planner?"
His heart stuttered but Brent masked it all behind a smile and easy, carefree shrug. "Dinner! And pictures, and a beautiful setting, and..." He put the car in park as a valet approached him. Finally, he could turn toward her fully and he played it up (though it wasn't that hard), ogling her a bit. "I get to see you all dressed up and imagine what it'll be like to take it all off later."
Macey couldn’t not bask in the attention, though her face felt warm all the same. She gave him a similar once over, doing an awful job of trying to hold back the smile on her face, “Hm, same.” Macey leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, “Okay, we’re at a fancy place, we can’t be all slutty just yet.”
"Of course, of course," Brent said, moving backward in his seat. "Don't move," he commanded as he opened his door and jogged around the car. The box containing the ring jostled just a bit in his pocket. Winking at her through the window, Brent opened her door and held a hand out for her.
Macey held her hands up in innocence as he got out of the car, then proceeded to take the few spare seconds to put her shoes back on. Her mind drifted back to their first date, how this act of chivalrous affection was off-putting and uncomfortable to her closed-off self. The thought felt laughable now. When he opened the door, she smiled, grabbing the bottle of wine from the car that he'd forgotten, and taking his hand to hop out of the car, "Thank you, sir, where to first?"
"We have," Brent checked his watch, "about twenty minutes until our reservation, but I want to save the walk around the courtyard for after. So we can take some golden hour pictures up there?" He pointed to the large, open level above them. The valet made it to them and he passed over the keys with a small smile, his arm sliding around Macey's shoulders.
"Oooh, yes, that's perfect," Macey bounced on the balls of her feet, "Lets head up there."
Brent led Macey across the drive, through huge entrance to the floor level of the castle. He paused, unable to not admire the view inside. Marble columns and floor-to-ceiling windows making the sunshine twinkle as it streamed in. "This is... wow." He took a deep breath. It was like everything around him was trying to look exactly how he needed it. He could get down on one knee right here. Instead, he glanced to Macey as he started up the huge staircase. "Want a picture here, too?"
"Wow," Macey breathed out, almost missing his words entirely. She turned around in a slow circle, watching how the sunlight made the room glow, and almost not noticing that Brent had moved to the stairs. She blinked back to reality and followed him, "Uh, yes, definitely." Her free hand grazed the railing as they walked up, "Gods, I feel like a princess just going up these stairs." She chuckled.
While she was distracted and starry-eyed, Brent pulled out his phone and took a picture of her, then held his hand out to take the wine from her. "I know, I feel fancier just being in here. Okay, pose, I got you."
Macey put a hand to her heart in a very 'who, me?' gesture, and hopped up a few steps above him, "Look at you, I've taught you so well," She laughed, "Okay, uhh, here." She leaned against the railing for him to take the picture.
Brent winked at Macey and took several pictures of her, then stepped back over to show them off. "All good?" he asked after he leaned in to kiss her.
Macey flipped through the pictures, favoriting the couple that she liked the most, "Yes, they're perfect," She smiled, flipping back one too far and seeing the picture he snapped of her before, "Aw! That's so cute!" It made her feel all warm and happy inside. Macey nudged him, joking, "Thanks for being my Instagram husband. Do you want a picture?" She raised an eyebrow.
Gods. She said it before, but hearing it tonight made Brent's stomach flip. "I'll take one outside," he said quickly. Brent pulled her in for another kiss and hoped he his face wasn't betraying him when he pulled back. "I'm gonna go check in and drop off the wine, I'll meet you out there."
"Okay," Macey shrugged, letting him go to get everything taken care of. He was a little quick to do so, which set off something in her brain, just the tiniest bit. Her feet were slow as she made her way out to the large balcony on the second floor, taking time to look at everything she could. Brent sometimes liked to have a surprise up his sleeve. Macey chose not to dwell on it or potentially spoil the fun, and simply moved on.
The air was just balmy enough, and the sunset seemed to know exactly what it was doing, painting the sky in warm colors. There were a few people scattered about on the balcony, but, Macey did a little twirl to herself regardless. She made sure to pull out her phone and send a picture to Miranda and Rory, having been raving about going to a castle for weeks now.
He did actually check in and drop off the wine, but not before sending a quick text to Miranda, confirming that they had arrived. He double and then triple-checked that the ring was still firmly in place, then wandered outside. He saw Macey, drenched in sunlight, and his chest constricted— not for the first time that day— at the sight. Once he was close enough, he put his hands on her hips. "Hi," he said, like they'd been apart for much longer than two minutes.
Macey wondered if that would ever get old. How her heart would lurch in surprise, or how she found herself melting into him, or how his voice sent little sparks down her spine. She looked up at him and smiled, full-on heart eyes, "Hey, all set? Oh—!" Macey fully turned around to face him, pointing a finger into his chest, "Do you want a picture? We could also probably ask someone to take one of us, but, I don't know if I trust how good they'll be."
"Hmmm." He looked around at the other people out on the balcony. "I think we can risk it," Brent said, smirking.
A few minutes later, they had managed to get decent pictures thanks to a group of fellow millennials. Brent leaned against the banister and scrolled through their options, Macey's phone's screen angled toward her so she could select her favorites. "I love this one," he said. "The way the light is working? Oh, and you look good, too."
"Me? Why are you so hot?" Macey asked honestly, a big smile on her face, "I love that one too." She reached over and tapped the little heart to save it. "Yay, I'm gonna use that for like, everything now."
He wondered if that would still be the case in a few hours. Brent leaned in to kiss her again, an arm wrapping around her waist and lifting her just enough that her heels were a bit off the ground. "Me, too." Or maybe another picture, one that had yet to be taken. He handed her phone back to her and put a thumb to her mouth where her lipstick smeared just a bit out of place. "Sorry," he said, though he didn't really look very sorry at all.
The smallest, surprised noise escaped her mouth as she hovered above the ground, but, Macey gladly kissed him back. Her eyes followed his thumb, then spent a moment too long on his mouth before looking back up at him. "Oh, please," Macey chuckled, reaching out and fiddling with the collar of his shirt, which had gotten slightly skewed from the motion, "I have it in my bag. Reapplying lipstick is always worth it."
He ran his tongue over his lips as they gazed at each other, then glanced away. "Okay, let me control myself for dinner," he said. Despite what he said, his hand was still against her back as he checked the time on his phone. "They should be ready for us now."
Macey felt her face get warm once again, but, this time she knew he could definitely see it. She laughed and put a hand to her mouth, along with a roll of her eyes, "Gods, you're so ridiculous, I love you so much." She glanced at his phone as well, smiling, "Well, let's go eat some rich people food, then."
Brent laughed as they made their way back inside. "Great, I can't wait." Once they were seated, a waiter appeared with the wine he brought, freshly opened and chilling in an ice bucket. Brent picked up the bottle and poured Macey's glass, then his own. "Should we toast to something?"
Macey scrunched her nose, thinking. Maybe she shouldn't have her elbows on the table, or shouldn't be swinging her legs under her seat. She still didn't quite know what constituted as the right behavior in a fancy restaurant. "Uhhh," She gently rotated the full glass in front of her, then laughed at herself, "How stupid is it that the first thing that came to my head was the dog?"
Brent grinned and picked up his glass, sliding his fingers through her with his other hand. "That sounds perfect," he said. "To Ziggy, our wonderful, rambunctious son." He held the glass out for Macey to tap with hers.
Macey ran her free hand down her face, sighing, "He really is our son, huh?" Admitting that caused a weird feeling to roll through her chest. She smiled and tapped her glass with his, then took a sip, "Mm!" Her eyes lit up, "Hey, this is really good, this is from that new place you went to the other day, right?"
"It is," Brent replied after he swallowed some wine, nodding. It was good, bright and sweet. "I'm glad you like it, I kept going between three nearly identical flavors trying to decide what would be best." As he spoke, he picked up the menu, but didn't look down just yet. He knew from checking ahead that he only had a few options for himself, anyway.
Macey knew him well enough to know that meant he probably was overthinking and took far too long to decide, "See, that's when you just give up, close your eyes, and pick one." The thought of him trying to pick between them was so wholesome, it made her chest ache. Macey grinned, "But, you definitely picked the right one." She glanced down at the menu, "I'm guessing you definitely looked at this ahead of time and there's actually stuff you can eat, right?"
Brent widened his eyes, looking worried. "No, I totally didn't think of that," he said quietly. After a beat, he chuckled and took another sip of wine.
Macey frowned for a brief second, fully believing him. When Brent laughed, she gave a playful glare, reaching her leg out and lightly kicking him under the table. She laughed into her drink before taking a sip, "So annoying."
It all seemed to be going to plan. They ordered food and continued to drink—Brent made sure to pace himself for the drive and so he wouldn't jumble his words later— and everything felt perfect. Sometime around dessert, his phone buzzed with a text from Miranda, confirming she was in place. The closer they got to the end of the meal, the faster his heart seemed to beat. Maybe he paced himself too much, he thought as he poured himself another glass. He scooped a spoonful of his dessert and held it out to Macey. "Try this."
She'd made sure not to drink too much—she didn't want to risk toppling over into a bush in her heels or not remembering all of this tomorrow. But, she had drank just enough to feel a bit brighter and happy inside. Macey leaned forward to try the dessert, and proceeded to do a little happy dance in her chair after she did. "Oh my god, that's so good."
Brent watched her; a smile hadn’t fully left his face for most of the night but it grew in this moment. “So I’m thinking after we finish up here, there’s that courtyard out front, we can walk around and...” he pressed his lips together, then hastily added, “maybe see what we can get away with in the dark? Whatever you want.”
A smirk grew on Macey’s face, “That’s dangerous. I love it.” She checked her makeup in the reflection of her phone, and took a second to reapply the lipstick she’d lost from eating, “But yes, def, let’s go explore outside first. It looked so gorgeous when we came in.”
With a nod, Brent slid his hand back into hers from across the table, interlocking their fingers. He finished his dessert in a few more bites then topped it off with the last of his wine. It was getting harder to be patient, to not rush through the check and pull her outside and just ask. "I promise I'll be good, too, and let us enjoy the view before we do anything too crazy."
Macey laughed, squeezing his hand, “You do kinda love like, going zero to a hundred super fast. But,” She shrugged, “I love that about you.”
He pulled her hand up to his lips. "I love that about me, too." Brent laughed. "And I love that you love it."
Maybe she was feeling sappy because of the wine, or that he’d done all of this to surprise her, but, Macey rested her chin in her free hand, smiling, “You know what else I love about you?”
"What's that?" Brent asked. He copied her motion, putting his elbow on the table and holding his head up with his hand.
"I love that you're really kind. And thoughtful. And that you whistle when you do the dishes. And you have the best laugh. And the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." She pressed her lips together to keep her smile from getting too out of hand. A few years ago she would've stopped there. But she continued.
"Like, you have every right to just be the angriest person in the world, but, you aren't. You give everyone a chance and you make people feel welcome, instead. And," Macey's kneejerk response was still to bury her face into her hand and make a joke, but she forced herself not to, "You've just...helped me be a better person." She flipped their hands back and forth as she spoke, "You make me so happy and I feel so loved, like, all of the time. And I just really, really appreciate it. And I hope I always let you know that."
A few years ago, Brent probably would have had to look away, hide his face and his reaction to what Macey was saying. It was just as overwhelming to hear it now, his heart swelled all the same, but Brent never took his eyes off of her. “You do,” he said quietly. “You do like, every day. And I appreciate it so much, and I love you more than I can say. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” He pulled her hand a little closer and placed it inside both of his. “You help me become a better person, too. Come on,” Brent waved their waiter over. “I have something I want to show you.”
His words made her heart swell up as well. But she didn't have much time to dwell on it. Macey smiled, then squinted at him, jokingly, "I knew you had something up your sleeve." She looped her bag back over her shoulder, "Okay, let's go."
Did that mean she knew? Or was she thinking of something else, something smaller? He hoped it was the latter, though at this point some healthy suspicion probably wouldn’t get in the way of anything. Brent paid the check as quickly as he could, then pocketed his wallet. While he did, his other hand went into his other pocket, closing around the small velvet box that held the ring. He kept his grip there and brought out his other hand to hold Macey’s. They walked out of the restaurant and turned to head out toward the garden. He could see the fountain— still a ways away from here— where it would happen. His heart started racing again. “Can you believe it’s been five years already?”
The garden was absolutely beautiful, like something out of a movie. Macey had a hard time focusing on just one thing, but when Brent spoke, she immediately turned back to him. She shook her head, bewildered. The thought made her heart flip in her chest, "Gods, that sounds so fucking insane when you say it out loud." She swung their hands back and forth as they walked, "It literally doesn't feel that long at all, huh."
“I know,” Brent agreed. “Sometimes it still feels like we just started dating.” He chuckled, gazing around at all the foliage while they walked. “And like I’m this big idiot trying very hard to impress you.”
"You were the big idiot?" Macey laughed, "Brent, please, I was the one trying so hard to impress you."
He looked back to her, shaking his head. “Only because I had already been trying to impress you,” he insisted. Brent paused and leaned over to kiss her. “Seriously, I was a big mess and I had no idea how to relax. I was working so hard to figure out how to let loose, which,” he chuckled, “was probably counterproductive.”
"Yeah but, see, that's why it all works out. You didn't know how to relax, I didn't know how to be serious," She let go of his hands and took a few steps ahead, turning to face him and walk backwards, "You fit the puzzle pieces together and ta-da," Macey did a dramatic twirl, arms spread out, then curtsied, "Balance. Look at us now, I can be serious, you can have fun, we're out here thriving."
Miranda managed to find a spot that pretty much concealed her from the view of the fountain completely. She checked that her phone was stable on its tripod before moving to fiddle around with the camera, which may or may not have been swiped prior to her leaving camp, as the sound of voices reached her position. People had been occasionally passing her the past half hour or so, but these voices were familiar and caused her head to snap up and peer ever so slightly over her bush covering. Catching sight of Brent and Macey, she ducked back down before either could look her way, instead looking through the hole she had been poking away at creating while the two lovebirds were at dinner. Her leg was bouncing in excitement and nerves, but mostly excitement as she watched her sister twirl around. As they reached the fountain, she pressed the record button on her phone.
Brent let go of the ring and held both her hands in his to keep her steady as she walked backwards. They entered the circular clearing around the fountain, and the water jets were sparkly under the stars and elegant lighting. His heart had moved on from racing to stumbling and stuttering while he managed to keep a cool exterior. “Yeah. I guess we’re perfect for each other, huh?” He grinned, his stomach flipping, and pulled his gaze off her face and to the fountain behind her. “Look,” he said, indicating with his head that she should turn.
Macey grinned and turned around, expecting something to suddenly happen. The fountain was beautiful, and lit up just so that the water looked like it was sparkling. But besides that and the sprawling garden, she didn't see anything else. After a moment, she shrugged, "What am I supposed to be looking at?" Macey called behind her.
As soon as Macey turned, Brent took a deep, shaking breath and lowered himself to one knee. Only now, settling into the position, did the reality of what he was doing really, fully crash over him. He spoke past the lump in his throat. "Mace?"
"Yeah—?" Macey turned, then froze. There were a few reasons why Brent could be kneeling in front of her. Maybe he had to tie his shoe, maybe his back suddenly seized and he lost his balance. Or...there was the third reason. She blinked a couple times, still frozen. "Brent..." Her voice got meek and quiet, unable to say anything more than that.
"Yeah," he breathed out, answering her unspoken question. Brent took another inhale before he kept going. "I... Uh, wow." He smiled. "Wow. I can't believe we're here. I never thought that I'd meet someone that I would feel so certain about spending the rest of my life with. Mace, you make me so happy, like unbelievably so beyond happy, and I can't imagine going a day without you. So..." Brent's hands were shaking just slightly as he pulled the box out of his pocket.
Somewhere in the middle of his speech her hands came up to her mouth, but, she didn't even notice with the way her heart was pounding. All she could focus on was his face and the words coming out of his mouth. Macey felt like her brain was short-circuiting. Was this really happening? "Holy shit." She breathed out, so quiet it was only a whisper.
Brent laughed, the worry shattering as Macey cursed. "Yeah, holy shit. Holy fucking shit, Macey," he opened the box to show her the ring, "will you marry me?"
She laughed, too, tears pooling up in her eyes. The nerves had disappeared and there was no hesitation in her voice when she nodded, "Yeah—yes, oh my god, yes."
Miranda has been snapping pictures this entire time, from the second Macey started spinning to now. She wasn’t fully anticipating how emotional she was going to get watching this go down, but turns out it was very emotional. Tears are streaming down her face, beyond happy for her sister, and she kept having to wipe away the tears before she could continue snapping photos of the two of them. Pausing once again to clear her vision, she also took a second to breathe and can her eyes before getting back into it, waiting for her cue to run over.
Brent had to swallow hard before he was able to compose himself enough to stand. His own eyes were stinging and he took a brief moment to drag a finger under them before he continued. He plucked the ring from it's case and slid it over her finger, then wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her. "I love you."
Macey tried to keep her hand from shaking as he slid the ring on, but it was hard, due the fact that she was fully crying now. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back, "I love you, too," She said, then kissed him again, "I love you so much."
He pressed Macey into him; it wasn't clear to him if his face was wet from her tears or his own, but he didn't care. He kissed her, and then again, and again, and then again, laughing against her lips when he finally pulled back. "I have one more surprise for you," he said, looking toward the spot where he knew Miranda was hiding.
Miranda saw Brent look over and quickly hid her camera before popping up from her spot. Her face was also wet with tears, but she had a wide and bright grin on her face as she hurried over. She couldn’t help but laugh as she closed in on them, slowing herself down what was hopefully enough to stop them from going straight into the fountain as she threw her arms around Macey. “Congratulations, babes! I’m so fucking happy for you.”
"Gods, I don't know if I can handle another—" Her sniffle was cut off by a surprised yelp as her sister materialized from the garden. Macey was startled enough that her reflexes were too slow to hug back. When Miranda let go, she wiped the tears from her face, though her voice was still watery, "I—Wh—Why were you in a bush?"
Miranda stepped back so she could wipe more tears off of her cheeks, and couldn’t help but laugh at Macey’s question. “So you have fucking photos? Duh.” She turned to pull Brent into a hug as well, though she was only able to wrap her arms around his waist due to the height difference. “Congrats, allow me to officially welcome you to the craziest family on the damn planet.” She laughed again, pulling away to focus back on her sister. “I’m guessing we totally got you?”
Brent accepted the hug from Miranda and laughed. "I think we did. The look on Macey's face when she turned around was priceless."
"You guys," Macey tried to sound annoyed, but she'd already started crying again, so that was out the window, "What the hell." She looked down at her hand properly for the first time. The teardrop shaped diamond was a grey-ish black, the rose gold band embedded with little diamonds. The weight of it on her finger felt right. "It's so pretty," She sniffled, then wiped her eyes with her other hand, "Fuck, why am I crying so much?"
Reaching for her hand, Brent took another look at the ring. He'd stared at it enough for months now, but it was a whole new thing to see it on her finger. "I knew you'd like it," he said with a little smirk.
Miranda laughed. “Don’t worry, I think I managed to get her face in one of the photos.” When Brent pulled Macey’s hand up slightly, she couldn’t help but look at the ring as well. She looked up at her sister's face, looking for the flash of recognition at the ring but it never came. Miranda rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it beautiful? It's so your vibe. Almost like you picked it yourself.” Her tone was only slightly sarcastic, but a smirk grew on her face as well.
Macey didn't let go of Brent's hand, looking at him with adoring eyes, "I love it."
She blinked and turned to her sister, not quite sure what she was getting at. She glanced at the ring again, still holding Brent's hand. "How would I—" Macey stopped. The memory was vague: the ring store, Miranda trying to take her sweet time and Macey trying not to steal. Miranda coaxing her to pick something she loved and try it on.
Macey gasped, then immediately reached out and smacked Miranda in the arm, "You bitch! That was a fucking setup? Are you kidding?"
Brent grinned, poking her lightly in the side and kissing the side of her head. "Yep! She's been in on it the whole time." He angled her head up toward his and kissed her again. "I can't believe you never caught on."
Macey's eyes filled up with tears again, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, "How would I? I didn't think—I wasn't—" Expecting this to happen any time soon? Completely blindsided and still shocked? Yes and yes. "You had it this whole time?"
"This whole time," he confirmed, kissing her again.
Miranda laughed at her reaction, but stayed silent while the two of them talked. Once Brent pulled back again, she stepped in again. “I told you, it’s all about the story.” She teased. “There was a lot of us conspiring at the diner while I stole his fries.” She nudged him, more gentle than she normally would.
"Ugh, oh my gods," Macey wiped her tears with both hands, "Okay, I guess I'm just gonna keep crying, it's fine." She glanced around, finally coming back to terms with reality and that they were all just standing in the middle of a garden. "Miranda, are we taking you home?”
Brent kept his arms around Macey's waist, swaying with her slight as she spoke to her sister (and his sister-in-law, if all went to plan). "We are, unless she hijacked a car instead of taking the Uber I called for her."
Miranda rolled her eyes at his comment. “I didn’t steal a car don’t worry. Any other day? Maybe, but not tonight.” She grinned at him and then bumped Macey with her hip. “He also promised me McDonald’s on the way back. So there’s that too.”
"Cool, yeah, um," Macey sniffed and wiped her face again, "Gods, wow." Her brain still wasn't fully working. She leaned into Brent and rested her head against him.
Brent pulled his wallet back out and gave Miranda his credit card. "I did," he said. "But here, there's a bar up there, give us like twenty minutes.”
Miranda looked down at the credit card he was offering her, then back up at him and raised an eyebrow as if she was silently saying ‘really?’. Rolling her eyes, she took the card anyway and saluted him after putting it in her pocket. “You got it. I’m gonna leave the camera though.” She walked back over to where her things were set up, and pulled the tripod and camera out and over to where they were. “Just text me when you’re good and I’ll meet you guys.”
Brent sent Miranda a silent thank you as she retreated, then returned his attention to Macey, who still seemed to be speechless. He stared, grinning widely, admiring the way the wavy lights of the fountain bounced off her. "How are you feeling?" he asked, running a hand up her back.
"I..." It was all still sinking in. She kept running her thumb back and forth across the ring, assuring herself it was really real and really there. She looked up at him, once again caught by how striking he was, how he'd planned all of this, how he wanted to marry her. Macey shook her head, then laughed, "Amazing." Her voice was soft, "So happy."
It was surreal, how perfect this had all gone. How blissful and wonderful the night was, how feather-light he felt now. All these weeks of nerves and planning and now, his fiancé was standing in his arms. "Me, too," he mumbled. He swayed with her again, moving slowly like the promise of a dance they'd be doing one day. "So happy. So, unbelievably happy."
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After Hours- Chapter 10
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Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.
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It took a moment for Evelyn to realize what was happening.
He had a detrimental effect on her, this man - the warmth of his tongue that explored her mouth, the harsh grip on her jaw, and the growing heat in her body left her dim-witted to her surroundings.
She had no choice but to reciprocate the kiss, until he willingly broke apart from her. As soon as he did, her hand automatically flew to cover his mouth in bewilderment and panic, adrenaline pumping her veins.
“What… what are you doing?! We’re in the blasted hallway!” She panted breathlessly, her wide hazel irises meeting the dark, lust blown ones of her lover. What was with him, popping in out of nowhere, and then kissing her randomly without so much as a hello?
Loki merely quirked a brow in reply, as her hand still obstructed him from speaking coherently.
Evelyn yelped when she felt his tongue lick the inside of her palm, the action catching her completely off-guard. She withdrew her hand from his mouth in a hurry, a dark blush making its way from her neck, and unto her cheeks.
He gave her a wicked, dark smile,“ I haven’t seen you in a while, so I thought a proper greeting was sufficient.”
Evelyn was flabbergasted. “A..greeting? That’s what that was?!” He had the gall to look at her as if she was the strange one, “Is a kiss no longer considered a greeting…?”
“No..I mean - yeah it is, but the way you just -” she paused, the amusement on his face apparent. It took a second for her to realize that he was just messing with her.
Evelyn sighed, her tone filled with indignance as she spoke once more, “What are you doing all the way here? I’m just so confused…”
Loki didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, he tilted his head to peer from their secluded corner, and into the hallway.
Seeing that it was still empty, he took hold of her hand and strolled into the hallway without warning.
He headed rapidly into the direction of the studios, and she struggled to keep up with his brisk pace.
When they finally reached the entrance, it was then that he decided to answer her question in a quiet voice, “I’ve only ever seen you within my classroom, or the confines of my office,” he looked at her, raising a hand to brush an errant curl away from her eye, “So naturally, I wanted to see you in your element. And what kept you away from my office for such a prolonged period of time.”
Evelyn felt herself heating up inexplicably. He came all the way from the science department, a good 10 minute walk, to visit her despite his hectic schedule. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that sort of attention.
“Sorry for not letting you know what’s up with me, this whole thing is a lot to take in…”
Loki only shook his head, dismissing her apology, “ No need to worry yourself about it, darling. I simply missed your presence."
He stepped further inside the studios, his eyes wandering in search of her work area, "In any case, I'm genuinely curious about your craft. Care to show me?"
Evelyn froze. She thought he just wanted to see her, and not her actual work.
She wasn't usually shy when others saw her drawings or paintings, but Loki was a different story…
She worried he might be overly critical, or not care for her drawings at all. Evelyn valued opinions greatly, so showing him her work that was so personal left a vulnerable, uncomfortable feeling within herself.
Perhaps because of his ‘professor aura,’ he still intimidated her to a large degree.
“Uh...I wasn’t really expecting anyone, so it’s...really messy. Like, very messy. I don’t really paint much interesting things either, so...“
Evelyn tried to muster up some lame excuse, but she knew she had better stop when she was met with a firm, silent look.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, then traipsed nervously in the direction of her little studio as his tall figure loomed behind her.
Thankfully, it was a Thursday, which meant mostly everyone had no classes in her department - so the studios were empty with the exception of the few absorbed in catching up with work. In addition, each student studio consisted of cubicles with tall walls built to hang artwork, so they were mostly obstructed from view.
When they finally reached her studio, Evelyn stepped inside with slow steps, her nervousness extremely palpable by this point.
If Loki sensed it, he chose to ignore it as his attentions were immediately transfixed to the unstretched canvas strung up on the wall.
It was an exceptional rendering of a fantastical, imaginative landscape, with an endless sky and billowing clouds. Vibrant hues of pink, blue, purple and orange swirled across the sky, with the trees and shrubbery reflecting similar shades in their leaves.
Loki could still see it was unfinished, as most of the brown underpainting still shone through, but it captured him nonetheless.
He gathered from her other paintings and drawings that she liked landscapes and nature in general, since that subject matter was the most prevalent in her work. He could also see that most of them had a whimsical, fairy tale like twist to them.
Loki smiled to himself as he perused. He loved learning more things about his little Evelyn, it made her that much more precious.
While Loki silently observed and analyzed, Evelyn was brewing with negative energy behind him. His prolonged silence was slowly killing her inside - the anticipation of his distaste for her paintings now the only thing that occupied her brain.
She got tired of waiting eventually, and blurted out her thoughts, “ I... know I have a lot to improve on...the colors are too weird, right? It looks pretty bad right now, but I’m gonna -“
“Forgive me my dear, but sometimes you ramble on a bit too much,” he cut her off quickly, putting down a loose sketch he picked up from her work table with utmost care, “ You lack much needed confidence. Especially when you’re this talented.”
Loki turned to give her a look, a look that betrayed his most darkest thoughts.
“It would seem that we have to work on that together, don’t you agree?”
Evelyn had to hand it to him. His ability to change the energy in the room from normal to horny was unprecedented.
She coughed lightly, hoping to bring it back to normal, " I'm, I'm sorry - I guess that means you like it, then…?"
"If I didn't, I would have been blunt about it." He stated simply. Her lack of confidence was slowly starting to annoy him, and he couldn't wait to rectify it in private.
Speaking of that...Loki itched to get her well and truly alone. He told her that he would give her time, to let her decide when to take things further...but surely it wouldn't hurt to subtly push things in that direction.
" You may not know this, but I'm actually quite taken with the arts myself," he began casually, “You could say I’m a collector, of sorts. And I happen to be rather fond of your type of work.”
That garnered her attention immediately, “ Wait, really? What other artists do you like, whose art do you have?” Evelyn blurted excitedly, a wide smile on her face. She didn’t know he was an art nerd like herself, and was happy to know they had one more thing in common.
“Among the favorites I’ve collected, it would have to be Georgia O’Keeffe and Thomas Cole,” Evelyn’s mouth widened in disbelief as he continued on, “ I do have some Bob Ross pieces as well, but I wouldn’t say he was a favorite...a bit too kitsch for my taste.”
Evelyn couldn’t comprehend the gravity of what he just said. “You’re...you’re actually being serious? You have an original Thomas cole painting? He’s one of my biggest inspirations! And...and Bob Ross?! Georgia O’Keeffe? Are you sure you aren’t messing with me…?”
“I’m being entirely serious, darling.” Loki did have a rather extensive art collection, but he didn’t know this useless hobby of his would actually work in his favor.
“But...but they’re so expensive! Even reproductions cost a shit ton… and originals are like thousands of dollars!” Evelyn still expressed some doubt. It was too much of a coincidence for it to be actually true. Not to mention, that was an absurd amount of money to be splurging about.
But his car’s fancy as fuck… maybe he’s just rich?
While Evelyn’s face was scrunched up in thought, Loki’s smile took a diabolical turn when he started to speak once more, “ If you’re that doubtful, I’m not opposed to showing you my collection.” His next sentence came off as strangely dark, “And as for their price... when I want something, no amount of anything will stop me from getting it.”
Evelyn’s head immediately shot up, "Wait, you'd really show me…?" Her focus was zoned in on the first sentence, completely ignoring the lustful inclinations of the second, " I wouldn't want to trouble you…it's okay if it's too much of a hassle," Although she said that, her eyes were extremely hopeful.
"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all. Even if it somehow was, I care about your happiness much more."
Evelyn blushed at his words, "...If that's the case, then I'd really appreciate it! Ooh... I'm so excited! Is it okay if I take pictures?"
She was bouncing with radiant energy, her happiness infectious. If Loki had known seeing art would please her this much, he would've suggested it much sooner. He found her reactions to be unbearably cute, especially when her eyes grew wide in disbelief, or excitement.
"Of course, take however many you want. In fact...would you like to see it this Sunday, if your schedule allows? We will have dinner beforehand as well..."
"Yeah yeah yeah! This Sunday's perfect actually! Thank you!"
Without thinking much of it, Evelyn went straight to give him a tight hug in her excitement.
Loki did not expect that from her at all.
He was nearly knocked off balance as Evelyn’s warm body pressed against his. Loki could feel her ample breasts against his chest, the sensation of which aroused him greatly.
He’d never thought his body would react this way from such an innocent gesture on her part - but alas, he desired her to a frightening degree.
Loki cleared his throat and shifted in order to help alleviate the sudden discomfort in that area, but Evelyn took that as a sign that he wanted her to back away.
“Oh - I’m so sorry, I forgot where we were for a sec…” She thought he didn’t agree with the sudden display of affection - despite the fact that he kissed her himself moments before.
However, much to her surprise, Loki pulled her right back into his embrace, “ As long as we’re plainly out of sight, it wouldn’t hurt to sneak in a kiss or hug. I made sure of that earlier as well,”
His tone was very playful and reassuring, and she couldn't help but relax into the hug. She felt extremely paranoid earlier on due to the group chat, but that melted to the back of her mind. As long as they refrained from frisky activities in public, no more problems should arise.
Much to her chagrin, he decided to pull back after a while, placing a kiss on her temple, " Now that my curiosity's been sated, I fear that I have to return."
Evelyn's disappointment showed clearly on her face, but she understood that he had work to return to.
And with a few more parting words, he left her to return in time for his lecture.
Loki was immensely happy he took the risk to visit the art department today - if he didn't, he wouldn't have been able to make such progress in so little time.
Unbeknownst to Evelyn, Loki fully intended to make her truly his this coming Sunday.
His mind went completely rampant with sordid thoughts of what was to come - Her naked, ebony skin dripping with sweat, and the way she would writhe and moan beneath him. He'd be sure to cover her body with bruises as she's restrained by various -
Loki had to stop from going down that train of thought, reminding himself that she may not be reticent to his...darker desires. He'd have to be patient and slow since it would be her first time, but he looked forward to it nonetheless. Sunday couldn't come any sooner.
It was Sunday when it truly began to sink in for Evelyn that she agreed to go on an actual date with her professor-turned-lover.
She honestly only thought about just seeing the collection at first, but then she remembered the second part of his sentence about them having dinner beforehand…
Evelyn didn’t mind spending more time with him at all, it was just that she was extremely unprepared for it.
She barely went out of the house even on holiday break, with either her friends or Candice dragging her out from time to time since she was practically a hermit. In addition, it would actually be the first time she ever went on a date, so she was nervous about that as well.
Evelyn decided to go to Candice for advice once more. She was nervous about her reaction to her newfound relationship with Loki, given that they talked about his sexual escapades prior - but as an adult, she was sure Candice would...get over it.
“You waited THIS... goddamn LONG… to tell me you’ve been shackin' up with professor fine ass?!”
Candice smacked her arm,” Are you outta yo stupid ass mind?”
Evelyn rubbed her arm, eyes narrowing in agitation, “ I didn’t tell you because this is exactly how you’d react. Hittin me n’ shit! Ow…”
Candice tried to calm herself down, “ Look, I got a lot of shit to say about whatever y’all got going on, but it’s honestly not the time, and you’ll do whatever you want anyway,” she sighed, pacing up and down the living room floor, “ Do you even have shit to wear? Were your nails done? Is your hair done? Did you even wax ya coochie?”
Evelyn’s eyes widened, “ I...I gotta do all that? Even the waxing part?”
Candice closed her eyes, “Lord have mercy on me today - YES you fool! You’d really have that man navigate the Amazon jungle? Because I know for a fact you got a whole forest down there.”
Evelyn subconsciously covered her privates, “What! We’re not even doing anything like that...he’s just gonna take me to dinner and show me the art collection…” Evelyn’s voice grew quiet, because she wasn’t even sure herself.
“Well, better be safe than sorry. I’ll even wax it for you and help you get ready. When is he picking you up?”
Evelyn picked up her phone that was beside her on the couch. He texted her earlier that morning about the time, and the form of attire that was expected, ��� Uhm, around 7 pm…”
Candice glanced at the time on the tv, “ So we got about 6 hours or so. Come come, get up. We’ll get the wax over with first.”
It was 6 hours later, and Evelyn felt thoroughly violated.
She honestly should’ve skipped the waxing, hairy pussy or not - it hurt like a bitch, and she solemnly vowed never to put herself through that again. Not only that, but she spent nearly 3 hours in Candice’s room to look for an appropriate outfit, one that was apparently nonexistent within her own wardrobe.
In the text, Loki said to just dress casually, so she was going to throw on any dress in her closet. Which worked to set Candice off on another tirade.
So now Evelyn sat on the couch, waiting for his arrival. She did have to hand it to Candice though - she actually liked the outfit she picked out.
It was a black floral bell-sleeved dress, with slits at the sides that exposed the skin of her waist. It had a modest V neckline, and she was grateful that Candice didn't choose a more daring outfit.
She also wore a jean jacket to ward off the spring chill, so she was extremely satisfied. The only discomfort was the dull throb from her nether regions…
Before long, a loud ping came from Evelyn's phone, causing both her and Candice to jump at the sudden sound, "Is it him? What does it say?"
Evelyn was annoyed when others looked over at her phone, so she hid her screen from view, "Can you please back up?!" Kissing her teeth, she looked back at the screen to see the message.
I've just arrived. I can't wait to see you, love.
She stared at the message for a long moment, before standing up on shaky legs.
Well...here goes nothing.
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Y/N calls out someone else's name during sex
Warning: Angst & Smut
(AN: Randomly inspired by Battlefield by Jordin Sparks -Actor!Harry& Writer Y/N)
You could say Harry had a sixth sense for it, knowing when you are upset. Especially when he's the one at fault. And although you tried to hide it this time was no different.
Over the past few months his schedule had been a nightmare. Late nights and early mornings attached to movie sets. He knew he left you alone more than the actual time he spent with you. Made countless promises to redeem himself and failed to every single time. It ate at him way more than he let on.
You were growing apart, further and further every day. There was no pleading for attention or arguments over the lack thereof. Only the sweetest sugar coated lies of everything being fine, because you found it easier not to put up a fight anymore.
But he'd be damned if he'd let you go without a fight.
Knowing that all you ever really wanted was his time, he'd start there. Harry would give you all he was able to now that he was in a position to do so. The moment his shooting wrapped he made a beeline for your place. He called within a couples minutes notice before actually showing up on your doorstep, too afraid you'd turn him down if you had time to think about it. Right away he practically felt your hesitance and he hated himself for it.
"Filming wrapped today so I thought I'd come spend some much needed time with yeh. Know I've been shit keepin' track," he rushes out nervously in greeting.
The smile you return makes his stomach churn in slight agony because it's painfully forced with a muttered, "You didn't have to do that."
He wants to fix it so bad, to make everything to go back to what it once was. Harry finds himself encasing you in his arms and to his chest. Hoping that you'd feel his genuine sincerity, "I missed yeh, pet."
His heart swells with relief upon feeling you melt into his hold with a squeeze in return just as tight. But he couldn't allow himself to fully enjoy it. Because even after a few moments like that, of just holding each other and finally releasing you he could still feel it. Reluctance, maybe even animosity he couldn't quite place. He realized then that he'd have to tread lightly. At least until you are ready to properly accept an apology.
From then on the energy between you is off.
What Harry didn't know was that you were just about over it. Not only of the excuses but of the lies. Often he claimed that you were the love of his life and yet when it came to you he always chose everything else. This time in particular another woman.
Pictures of them were everywhere. Together on and off set, in night clubs, on off days with his friends, in restaurants, or shopping like it wasn't a secret. You confronted him about it twice over the phone only to be rudely dismissed and snapped at for 'overreacting' because she 'was his costar' and 'they were just friends!!' After that you never brought it up again and the once so effortless synergy between you was ruined.
If he didn't want to talk about it then you didn't want to talk to him. Like at all. So the calls you shared were short and scarce. Especially due to your new preference of texting. It was so much better than hearing his voice and having to bite your tongue when yet another headline took the world by storm. Nonetheless fighting the urge to ask questions when she pops into the frame while in the midst of having a face time call. He'd hurriedly rush off then and that hurt more than words could explain.
It was exhausting trying to keep the ship afloat on your own. So much to the point you're left feeling dejected. After all what was the point in trying when he wasn't. He clearly only came out of guilt.
You'd never thought things between you and Harry would get so rocky that he'd cheat.
Yet here you are. Putting band aids over bullet wounds in attempt to move forward. If that. Since arriving, you've pointedly kept your distance. Frustratedly waiting for him to address the enormous elephant in the room. But he doesn't. Instead he makes more of an effort to sit closer to you on the sofa. Inching bit by bit pretending to pay attention to the Game of Thrones marathon you had playing in the background.
It's during a particular sex scene that he finds it appropriate to make a move. Leaning in to kiss the corner of your jaw gently and trailing more when you don't immediately pull away. You let it go on for awhile but when he starts marking you and getting grabby at your breast and hips. Clearly making it a point that he wants you. Resentment takes ahold of your better judgment, plaguing your thoughts.
Did he honestly think that sex was going to solve everything? Or is this the only reason he keeps you around? To screw around? Maybe you should screw with him for once? Show him how it feels...
You decide to play along. Kissing him back like you would if nothing were wrong. Deep, fervered, and desperate cradling his cheeks and even straddling his lap. It's no surprise when things escalate once he gets hard. Harry easily picks you up and leads you to your bedroom, peeling off and shedding your clothes on the way.
Centering you on your back on the bed, Harry hovers over you this time. Kissing, suckling, and licking to coax moans out of you that couldn't be faked even if you wanted. His tongue swirling around and sucking at each of your nipples as if it's the most decadent dessert he's ever had. Leaving you writhing and squirming in anticipation as that familiar heat pools between your legs. Burning even hotter as he descends tortuously slow.
The kisses he places are strategically teasing, making it almost impossible to stay focused. Harry knew exactly what to do to get you on the verge of a frenzy. Even when upset he still knows your body like the back of his hand.
While spreading your legs open wider to accommodate himself it's like something snaps inside him. His lids lower in determination as he takes you in. And then he's nuzzling into your mound as if he can't take the separation anymore, licking into you with a broad warm stroke of his heavy tongue.
Helplessly you moan and arch from the mattress chasing the sensation. How could it be that you've only started and you're already falling apart at the seams.
Harry moans along with you mouthing without bothering to separate, "Always taste so fucking good,"
His hands hook around your thighs and settle them over his shoulders just so that he could delve deeper. Trailing to and dipping inside your opening briefly and replacing the muscle with two of his digits. Causing your breath to catch in a gasp but it never gets to properly builld. Before you know it Harry kisses over your clit and holds the hood back with his other hand. Licking and flicking his tongue directly over it mercilessly. Making your entire form jolt and quake.
Your room is filled with noises of pure filth coming from the both of you. Its hard to tell who exactly was in control but your vote went to Harry. Seeing as he's got your hands locked in his hair desperately bucking against his mouth for more. You could come just like this and he'd probably be more than happy to help you do so but it wasn't enough. You wanted him equally out of his mind.
Crying out, "Fuck fuck fuck! More- I need more- want you!"
Harry is slightly disoriented when you rush to roll him over onto his back. Grabbing his hard length and pumping a couple times before easing down slowly on his generous cock. It's been awhile so you struggle on your own to accommodate all of him, but Harry easily obliges with a steady raise of his hips and deep groan in his chest. Mouth hanging open and head tossed back in pure ecstasy.
You've missed this, being connected. Even if it only lasted for a handful of minutes, the true aftermath lingered for days— weeks even. The butterflies from the ghost of his touch, the intense flush all over from seeing one of his marks finally disappearing, and more importantly the immense tightening in your chest at the memory of his mouth molding to yours.
Harry's kisses were your favorite thing in the world. The thought of losing them, or nonetheless him giving them to someone else. Makes tears sting the back of your eyes on the spot.
God, how could he just give up what you had so easily? You had loved him with everything you had why wasn't it enough? What if the roles were reversed what would he do?
At that thought you decide to find out.
Focusing back on the pleasure that Harry was helping to create. Stoking that all consuming fire, approaching faster than you expected.
Harry's got you slightly angled over his shoulder, nipple in his mouth, massive hands gripping ravenously at your ass as he fucks up into you. Hitting deep and hard, yet in a tedious way to reach every one of your toe curling spots. Intensifying your orgasm.
All the while he only makes sweet praises of encouragement. You almost back out but at the last moment you barely let it slip past your lips before the euphoric wave came crashing over.
"Oh fuck, Keith!"
Though when it hits it's blinding to all your senses. You don't feel the studdering of his hips as he forces himself to stop thrusting abruptly, and you surely don't see him remove himself. Growing softer and softer by the second.
"Wh- what, what did yeh jus' say?" He pants out chest heaving from his previous exertion, hands finding a new home stiffly on your hips.
"Mmmm," Due to rolling onto your back beside him, coming down from your high with your eyes closed. You miss the initial look of confusion on his face. But now when you open them he looks completely affronted, "Hm?"
Face pulled in tight and eyes narrowed. Propped up by his elbow on his side Harry quietly demands, "What did you just say?"
The name was all too familar to be a coincidence. Hell he only knew one person named Keith and you both just met him at an industry party right before he started filming. The only Keith he saw chatting you up from across the room, for too long that he selfishly felt the need to intervene. It wasn't lost upon him that the bloke was tall, charming, and really fucking good looking. A model turned actor or summat.
"I don't know, why?" You catch your breath feigning innocence, but you knew exactly what you said. The slight anger in his tone was all the more satisfying to the stroke of your bruised ego.
Harry usually wasn't the jealous type but right now he couldn't properly wrap his head around it any other way. "Yeh were thinking about someone else the whole time?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Keith, y'said Keith when yeh came!" He snapped sitting up and pulling the blanket up over his waist to cover himself, "There something yeh need to tell me?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? If you're trying to accuse me of something then just say it." You demand waiting for the familiarity of the situation to come dawning on him.
Harry is officially angry now deadpanning, "Did you fuck him?"
"Are you serious right now?" You retort annoyed, downplaying his feelings like you felt he did to you.
"Answer the question, yes or no!" Harry suddenly barks. His pulse was rapidly thrumming in his ears again but not in the way it was before. He was enveloped by negative emotions, a mix between flat out anger and out right fear. For he knew for a fact that he'd never be able to recover if his worst thoughts had been confirmed.
The seconds you took to answer felt like hours. "Well now you know how I've felt over the past three months." Still he waited with baited breath while you merely adjusted comfortably on the pillows behind you, crossing your arms over your sheet clad chest. "It's a shitty feeling isn't it? Like you're not the only one? But to answer your question, no. I'd never do that to you."
Although relieved he doesn't feel better, springing onto his feet as if being so close to you had burned him. "Wow, yeh got me!" Harry makes an over dramatic show of clapping, "And guess wha' yeh did it for nothing because I've never fucking cheated on yeh' either! For fucks sake, since when is it a crime to have friends of the opposite sex?" He angrily pulls on his boxers before stepping back into his jeans. Wobbling around a bit as he shimmies them on.
You knew that he'd do this, turn the tables back on you. And because you expected it your temper flares. "When you start blowing me off for that said friend and spending all your time with that friend how the hell else am I supposed to feel, Harry! Am I supposed to be glad that some random bitch is getting the best side of you while I have to settle for the half assed scraps?"
"Tha' gives yeh the right to intentionally hurt me?" Harry pauses to stare at you furious, expecting an answer though when you roll your eyes stubbornly instead he opts to roughly snatch his shirt off the floor, "Jesus Christ. M'sorry Y/N! I am so bloody sorry if I hurt yeh or made yeh feel a certain way when there was absolutely nothing going on. I genuinely didn't mean to and I apologize."
There is a beat of silence as he wrestles his shirt back on. A silence that gives you too long to think rationally. Honestly, his sudden apology makes you waiver. Your original plan was to yell and scream at him some more but that was kind of difficult when the anger was being sucked out of you and replaced with guilt.
You reason, "Okay. I just don't see why you didn't say that when I asked you before. Dodging me only made it worse.”
It surprises you at first when Harry sits back down on the bed, but soon realize it's only to put his shoes on. "Because I didn't wan' to waste time arguing with yeh! You of all people are supposed to know better, know how the media paints things— paints me. Shouldn't have to defend myself all the fucking time. Bloody sick of it!"
At the sound of his voice cracking your eyes dart up to find his. Rimmed red and swelling with tears. It absolutely broke your heart. "Harry..."
How could you have been so stupid, so mean?
He sniffles, "Yeh know, I've had people mad at me before who wrote songs, made up awful stories to sell to the tabloids, and actually cheated on me. But this, this is really fucked up." He laughs bitterly cold, "No one has ever hurt me like this. Congratulations Y/N." With that he walks out the door and to add insult to injury he doesn't even slam it.
AN: What have you done?!?! Lmao! I think about this one a lot, because to be quite honest I'm this petty. Are you?
#Harry styles angst#Harry styles imagines#Harry x reader#Harry styles#one direction imagines#Harry Styles one shot#One direction one shot#harry styles drabble#harry styles fanfic#harry styles fanfiction
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This is not a coincidence
And far more than a lucky chance
But what is that was always meant
Is our ribbon in the sky for our love, love
- Stevie Wonder
Am I a pessimist?
History has shown that it is quite laughable that Americans celebrate Thanksgiving and yet every year, we flood the grocery stores spending hundreds of dollars to prepare a meal for a large number of people who we most likely won’t see or communicate with until the very next year when they’ve come to freeload from our dining room table all over again for the same ol’ holiday. It’s all in “thanks” though, right?
I think Thanksgiving is more of a performance for my mother than it is a time for thankfulness and bonding. It often feels like the event of the month for the neighborhood and she seems to hypothetically leave the door open for anyone to either drop by to have a couple of words with her or sit down to have a plate of the feast made by the hands of she, my sister, and myself. It’s also a day for her to head into her closet to pull out pieces of her more expensive attire that she likely purchased with my Nordstrom credit card. Today, when the apron came off, she only claimed to be freshening up, but upon exiting her bedroom she was donning a Roland Mouret dress and Christian Louboutin “Piagelle” pumps. I found myself scratching my head in confusion at the manner in which the pale orange material skimmed over her frame like a second skin. Though subtle, the seams were angular in their waist-defining approach. I hadn’t seen her wear anything that formfitting since the last date night she and my father enjoyed before his untimely death. The pearl set she paired with it was typical. She swears every woman should have a set of them though the world has certainly moved on to strictly gem stones. Thankfully, she didn’t put together a clutch bag or purse because I probably would have screamed in mental agony at how ridiculous she would have looked. Like a woman competing for a pageant, she’s been working the rooms filled with people all throughout the house for clout that she doesn’t need in the slightest.
“You still hiding in this corner?” I didn’t have to look up to know it was Kyle. Every year he flies up here from Miami to spend the holiday with Preston and my sister, so he ends spending the holiday right here in Brooklyn at my mom’s like the rest of us. Initially, I thought they’d pushed Kyle in my direction because we’re not that far apart in age and could probably relate on some things, but over these past two years I now know it’s because yet again Celeste thinks that she’s found someone who can be a good match for me. She does her most fucked up rendition of cupid whenever she comes across a man who she’d be interested in herself if she weren’t married and then she pushes him in my direction. I fell for her bullshit with Shamel but it will never happen again. Also, her husband’s brother? That’s entirely too close for comfort.
“It’s my preferred place to be when I’m not feeling the atmosphere.”
“What are you drinking?”
“Merlot.” I’ve been babysitting this glass of wine for over an hour now. My tongue is yearning for a Don Julio Paloma. If I don’t get home too late tonight, I’m absolutely going to fix one for myself while I watch whatever movie that’s OnDemand that I missed out on while it was in the theaters.
“I think Preston has some Barcardi in there. You want some?”
“No, I’m okay with this.” I only made the decision to indulge as a literal painkiller. I needed something to relax my body after having mostly been on my feet since early yesterday morning when I was rushed out of my bed to go and pick up a few last-minute items from Walmart.
I had no choice but to leave Odell tangled in top sheet and blanket as I quietly readied myself and put together an overnight bag for the following day. I thought I’d at least be able to make him breakfast but her demanding phone calls did not cease until I was actually at the store. As of now, my feet are viciously aching and I barely have enough energy to move my mouth to speak to everyone, let alone walk around. I’ve been wanting to go to sleep since I ate and I’m mentally cursing myself out for choosing to wear these boots, though they’re one of my most comfortable pairs.
“I think it’s cool that you all host this every year. My family always went to my grandmother’s for holidays. We never hosted anything at the house because my folks were never into that.” Neither am I. Maybe that’ll change when I have my own family, but as of right now, I’d rather keep my home as the safe haven that it is.
“Yeah, we’ve been doing it as far back as my memory goes. I feel like my father set the precedent. He was a people person and chose to have an open-door policy within the neighborhood. It used to be the one trait about him that drove my mother insane, but somehow, she adjusted to it and opened herself up to understanding why he chose to be that way. If people needed anything, they knew they could come here and we’d help out somehow. I guess you can say that our blessings were fruitful so that we’d be able to share them with others.” Though he’s no longer with us, I’ve kept his gems about being about the community embedded into my conscious. I donate to women’s shelters, the Boys and Girls Clubs, afterschool programs within the inner-city schools, and I’m working on creating recreational weekend sports camps for this up and coming summer.
“You look a lot like him.”
“Yeah, my looks definitely lean in his direction.”
“Great looks, by the way.” With a faint chuckle, my shoulders slouched in an adjustment for the slight aches in my back. Living alone has its perks and not having to constantly stand in front of a hot stove every day is one of them. The last time I stood on my feet for hours cooking was last year, this time. I’m just not used to it.
“Thanks, Kyle.”
“So, what’s it like being on ESPN? I know that it was always a dream of yours and it’s cool as hell to see you sitting up there. I feel like often times when we look at public figures on television, it almost seems like jobs like that are so far out of our reach and yet look at you. It’s impressive.”
“It’s great. It still feels surreal and then it has its pressure and stressfulness too. It’s a job in every single sense and I think a lot of people don’t think about it that way. A lot of people look at the glitz and glamor of it, but there’s so much that goes into our panel being able to sit there and entertain people every morning with our sports knowledge and banter.”
“I believe you. I know there’ll be a lot of work to put in for it, but is the goal to have your own show?”
“I don’t know. I’ve thought about it and sometimes it sounds ideal and other times I feel like I want to do something more. I don’t know if I want to spend the rest of my life on television but I probably wouldn’t mind it either depending up on the circumstances. I’m trying to figure that out. I know I want to create my own sports platform or possibly be in collaboration with another black creative or many of them to create something for us and by us. I can try and get our people in the door at ESPN but that final say isn’t mine, you know? And that fucks with me.” It still makes me chuckle when people call Scott the “token white” on our panel but it makes perfect sense in all of the wrong ways. His overdone sarcasm and constant need to play the devil’s advocate doesn’t negate his talent but could they have added a black journalist in his place? Would they have is the real question? I can’t call it.
“I feel you. I feel the same way. In tech, there aren’t many of us. I spend a lot of time going to speak at historically black colleges to persuade students to bring their talents to the field. You’d be surprised how a lot of the internal parts or software programming for some of our favorite gadgets are created from ideas young talented blacks have either sold or got swept under the table over due to fucked up contracts. I’m doing my best to change that reality, because I’m not slaving for anybody and none of us shouldn’t have to.”
“Cheers to that.” As our glasses clinked, I nodded in appreciation. Kyle and I always have great conversations and if Celeste weren’t so pressed for me to romantically pursue him, I think we’d be great friends. He’s progressive in all the right ways.
“Pictures please! You know I do a Facebook photo album every year. Stand up Sarai.” She came out of nowhere like a bat out of hell. I hadn’t even heard her Jimmy Choos clacking against the floor. I’m now finally realizing that both she and mommy have the same curls in their hair. What a kiss ass. I’ve been rocking a hat since guests began to arrive. After having sweated out my hair in the kitchen, I couldn’t be bothered with slaving in the bathroom with a flat iron trying to fix the pity. This slicked back ponytail will have to be until Anna fixes me up tomorrow.
“I’m not standing up.”
“Don’t be a sour grape.”
“My feet hurt. You can take one or two with me sitting right here.” Though she prepared her phone for the photos, it didn’t happen without her childishly rolling her eyes and stomping one heel clad foot. Kyle allowed it to be a solo moment by standing up and stepping away from the warm mantle of the fireplace. Even with the bit of makeup I put on to mask the exhaustion, I know I’m not in a picture worthy state but I’ll compromise for the sake of not having to hear her go on an attention seeking rant.
“Can you at least smile?”
“This is not a photo shoot. Take the pictures and send them to me when you finish. You’re not going to have me looking crazy online.” She took them, but without flash, and that within itself left me weary of her intentions. I’m slumming it in my joggers and this little off the shoulder top I randomly found on a clearance rack at Wet Seal. It damn near looks like I dressed myself in pure darkness but I’m making it work enough for myself alone. I wasn’t wearing pearls either way.
“I sent them. They’re cute.”
Surprisingly, they are. Daddy swears both Celeste and I get our photographic nature from our mother. He had a thing for constantly either videotaping or snapping pictures of us around the house or during family outings. Keepsakes of that kind have always been a tradition on his side of the family and he felt compelled to instill that in our household so that the future generations could use it all to piece together our family’s tree and history.
Everything we have is idly collecting sheets of dust in the lower cabinets of the entertainment center in the living and that’s where they’ll remain until someone has the courage to pull them out for what is sure to be the most draining emotional rollercoaster that any of us needs right now. I’m still trying to figure out how to navigate my memories of him, so I’d rather not clog it with better detailing about our days. I don’t know when I’ll get to the point of complete acceptance with a clear conscious but I’m with dealing it. For now, that’s enough.
I felt like a booty call gone wrong when you just got up and left like that. I woke up like, oh wow…
Heat flushed through my face as a fit of giggles erupted from my core at his nonsense. Not only did I text him and let him know that I left, but I wrote down the security code for the security system so he’d be able to lock the door whenever he planned to leave out.
How did you feel like a booty call when I left you in my bed? It’s not like I walked out of a hotel room on you. No one leaves booty calls in their own beds. If anything, I treated you like a booty call that I plan on calling again.
I considered waking him up, but the serene expression on his sleeping face halted my actions. The side of his face was meshed into the plush pillow on my side of the bed once he readjusted his position and though he reached for me, my absence didn’t wake him.
Oh, so that’s all I’m good for?
I despise how he has the capability of making me blush with his silly little banter and presence alone. It’s a naturalness that I’ve never experience at any of point of my life thus far and comprehending it seems undoable. My grandmother used to say that sometimes we don’t need to think but instead just feel but that is by far the most perplexing statement I’ve ever heard. All I know how to do is think, especially over these last couple of years.
Don’t be offended. At least I like it.
Like it? Lately I’ve been questioning if that’s enough to describe it. Liking it would be simple and this is anything but simple. I can do simple and blow it out of my way, but this? It’s a fucking enigma.
Happy Thanksgiving gorgeous. I’m rocking the boot today. Everyone is loving it.
Unexpectedly, an impromptu picture of himself standing in front of the grandeur double doors of his home followed his message. Per his usual, he was in loud textures that only he can get away with and hilariously covered in winter attire above the waist and summer attire below it. He wouldn’t be himself without having the crimson Supreme crossbody bag around him to perfectly match the boot. Oh, and how can I forget the phone case? Everything about his style would reek of hypebeast if it were anyone else and yet for him, it’s as uniquely expressive as his personality can be.
Handsome.
And that he is. It’s throttling.
Thank you, baby. Send me something.
The prickling in my dampening skin worsened my posture. I’ve never sent racy photographs to any man and yet the thought of sending a few to him is doing more to me than I understand, though that’s not what he’s requesting. Shamel would request them from me quite often and I’d deny him every time because the thought of laying back somewhere and spreading my thighs for a photograph of something that I barely wanted to give to him was unwarranted. On birthdays and holidays, I’d get pieces of lingerie that were satisfying to his eyes rather than well thought out gifts with aspects of my taste involved in the selection process and all of it was left in a box on the side of the street when I moved. I didn’t even deem it worthy enough to be sent out to the shelters and Goodwill's that I donate plenty of my things to.
I couldn’t bother with putting on anything special because I’m in no mood for that, so don’t judge me.
I bit the bullet by sending one of the pictures taken by the ever-nagging Celeste. Now that I’m looking at it, I know damn well I could have put on a pair of jeans with this flannel shirt.
You’re the epitome of beauty in every sense.
Not even the sudden presence of Quinton’s frame walking past me could put a damper on the gut-wrenching fluttering uncontrollably multiplying throughout every bit of me as I read his words over a few times. Does he know what he’s doing to me? Has he called my bluff? Am I exposed?
Even with a bad hair day?
I’m not completely aware of all of the details of his dating history but I’ve seen the women he has been rumored to have dated and much like anything would expect, they’re picture perfect. I don’t fit into the mold of those ideal body types who have all of their curves in the right places with a perfect set of perky boobs and an ass that is sure to make any man look back twice. I don’t even understand my shape enough to be able to describe it but I do my best to work with what I have.
Once upon a time, I thought about ridding myself of my breast insecurities by having a fat transfer done to plump them up without having to have implants inserted. Shamel didn’t make the situation any better by agreeing that I’d go from average to a dime piece if I did so. He even offered to pay for it if the insurance wouldn’t. When he and I split, I finally had the time to really sit down and consider if it was something that I desired to do for myself and it was then that I let the idea of it go. I am who I am. Laying on a surgeons table was never going to fix the issues within my mental space.
What bad hair day? I don’t see a single hair out of place. Am I still seeing you tonight? I miss you. I know it sounds weird for me to say that because we were just together, but I really do.
Not only am I physically drained and in need of my bed, but I also have to work tomorrow. I considered making this weekend a four-day weekend for myself last week but it slipped my mind to request the day off.
It doesn’t sound weird. I miss you too. I’m so tired though. You don’t want sleepy company, do you? I just want to lay in the bed.
I’m purposefully sitting on this bricked fireplace, because it’s uncomfortable and keeping me from dozing off somewhere.
Well, my bed is waiting for you to come and go to sleep in it. I don’t mind sleepy company at all. Come on.
I’m still very convinced that the universe is somehow trolling my life for whatever reason. Where did this man come from? When my prayers go beyond my loved ones and I began my requests to the man above for myself, I only pray for peace. This isn’t peace. It’s disruptive, confusing, and yet so damn earth shattering.
I’ll let you know when I’m on my way. I have work tomorrow, so I have to head to my house to grab some things so that I’ll be able to properly ready myself in the morning.
Hopefully, it’s not too late.
Sounds good. See you in a bit. Oh, and bring me some red velvet cake.
It took an additional twenty minutes of me idly sitting there to muster up the strength to move. Upon observing the room, Quinton walked past me twice without a word spoken and though it didn’t trouble me, I can’t say that I’m not shocked about his chosen tension and immaturity. I thought we’d be better than that because as he said, we have a history, and it goes beyond a date that didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to.
You win some, you lose some. Despite everything said between the two of us that night, I haven’t held any of it against his character and I probably never will because I honestly do believe that he’s a good guy with a good heart. I just think he’s lost track of who he is beyond the political career and until he figures that out, he will continue to make superficial decisions for his life all for the sake of upholding a specific public image.
“You coming to eat again?” Though everything else remain perfectly in place, mommy finally removed the heels and comfortably leaned against the kitchen’s island in a pair of Nike slippers she took out of my closet about two months ago.
“No. I can’t eat another bite. I’m just going to take some dessert with me for right now and then I’ll come over tomorrow after work for anything else I have a taste for.” I’m going to bring Beckham some red velvet cake, pineapple upside-down rum cake, and a bit of banana pudding. That should more than satisfy his sweet tooth. I handled all of the desserts this year. Next year, I’ll be damned if Celeste doesn’t help me.
“You look tired. I told you if you’d get into that kitchen of yours more often, you’d be used to this.”
“Cooking for a neighborhood of people? Not really.”
“Cooking for your family.”
“I cooked with my family, which counts for something. I don’t have a family of my own and I’m not sure if or when that’s going to happen for me, so I haven’t cared to train myself. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. The fact is, I actually do know how to cook, so I’ll be fine either way.”
“You could have a family of your own but you choose to avoid it.” If I’m avoiding anything, it’s where this conversation is about to go.
“With Quinton? Yeah, I’m sure that makes sense to you but it never will for me and I don’t appreciate you inserting yourself into that situation. I’m perfectly capable of choosing who I will and will not involve myself with romantically. I don’t need any lobs or assists from you.”
“If you’re so capable of choosing, why haven’t you chosen anyone? Why is he not worthy of a proper chance? You didn’t even try.”
“There was nothing to try. I’m not interested. I get it, though. It looks like it makes sense since we come from the same background, have success stories while coming out of the same neighborhood, and his mother and yourself can relate in ways that are both painful and triumphant, but it’s not going to work for me.” Quinton and I look good on paper. We’re ideal in the general sense, but anything beyond that? We’re a disaster waiting to happen.
“So, what is? You live in that huge home of yours all alone and you want to do that for the rest of your life? I worry that you’ll actually do that. Companionship is a good thing, Sarai. Having someone around to balance out life with you is healthy. Celeste has her own life and though I am your mother, you need more than just my shoulder to lean on whenever you take a break from that overly done independent woman rampage, you’re on.” Rampage? If anyone’s on a rampage, it’s her. She’s on a rampage for me to be barefoot and pregnant while being subservient to someone not even worth my troubles.
“Whatever I do will be my decision and I’ll have to live with that, not you. You’re so adamant about all of this, but you don’t even know half of the shit I went through with Shamel. So, excuse me for not being as enthusiastic about settling down as you need me to be. As I said before, I don’t know if or when it’ll happen, but I’ll be okay either way. Sometimes I wonder if the only time you’ll be proud of me is when I put on a big fluffy white dress and vow my life over to someone, because you certainly don’t show it when it comes to anything else that I do.”
“Oh, nonsense. Don’t do that Sarai. You know that I’m proud of you.”
“Well, you have a poor way of showing it. Excuse me.”
I had to put the banana pudding in a small plastic to go bowl because I didn’t want it to touch the pieces of cake I had on the plate. I don’t know about him, but occasionally I can be super anal when certain food touches one another. It throws the taste off.
“It’s late and since the crowd in here has died down, I’m going to head home. I have to work in the morning. I’ll be over here tomorrow.”
“You sure about that?”
“I’m sure.” I’m not cooking anything, so leftovers it is. I’m definitely coming.
“Well, give me a hug and kiss before you go.” I fulfilled her request immediately. I would have done so whether she asked or not. No matter what we disagree about, she is my mother. I don’t allow our indifference to steer me from that reality. I have one parent now and I’m going to nurture that as best as I can for as long as I’m granted to. I’d rather not live with any regrets.
“Drive safely and let us know when you get home.”
“Will do.”
People being slumped inside of the comfort of their homes or someone else’s seemed to keep the traffic down. I avoided the tolls by taking the FDR drive and Harlem River drive to Hudson Terrance in Fort Lee. Even Exit 73 was clear and I always tend to hit a bit of a slowdown whenever I’m coming from that direction.
The sight of my bed enticed me like no other as I lazily put together all that I needed to make the morning go as smoothly as possible while I drag and dread having to make that commute to Bristol. I’m going to need the most potently caffeinated cup of coffee while driving myself up there and I’ll probably need another for the commute back. That aside, having no plans for the weekend is absolutely official. I intend to sleep until my body can’t take it anymore.
On my way.
The anticipation to be within his presence battled the fatigue like the fiercest gladiator and that yearning carried me back out of the door and into my car. Even if I attempted to pass out, the guilt of standing him up would have kept me wide awake and staring up at my ceiling. I’m not even sure what to call Beckham but he’s my…something.
Taylor’s my person in the same manner that Meredith Grey is to Christina Yang. Is Beckham, McDreamy? Are our souls tying within that manner? It’s terrifying to think about and even more distressing to know that in some manner, it feels that way.
With Eris and Khan idly walking around the entry driveway to his home, there he sat awaiting my presence. It was the sight of the headlights that alert him to stand to his feet and I barely had the car in park before he was standing alongside the driver’s side of it.
“Glad you made it safely.” As the seatbelt slid back into its proper position, he leaned in and I instantly pressed my lips into the warmth of his for the kiss we both seemed to have been anticipating.
“You didn’t have to wait out here in the cold. I could have rung the bell.”
“It’s nothing. It’s not that bad out here anyway.” It was his strength that pulled me out of the seat and I was thankful for it because I know I would have sat there for much longer than necessary. The Chanel bag he gifted to me was all I had to carry inside, because he handled the rest.
The chattering coming from the kitchen and the low music was to be expected but with it nearing almost midnight, it was clear that whatever crowd he had in the house before had already gone home.
“That’s momma, Jazzy, and Kordell in there. They knew you were coming. You cool with saying hey?”
“Of course. I can’t just come in here and not speak.”
“You’re tired.”
“Tired, but not rude.”
There’s something about being in the house with his family that unnerved me. It’s not their presence but instead the circumstances for why I’m here. Family tends to be perceptive and how would his feel knowing that I’m likely going to lay alongside him in his bed tonight as I rest? It’ll be no marital bed.
Despite our ages, it doesn’t prevent people from side eying or negativity whispering about whatever it is they’re frowning down upon. Heather and I mutually admire one another and I’d hate for her to no longer feel the same way about me or believe that I’m a poor influence for her daughter.
“Sarai! You made it. Happy Thanksgiving.” Her long arms pulled me in for the bear hugs that she always gives. They’re comforting and reassuring; maternal and yet friendly all at once.
“Happy Thanksgiving. How are you?”
“I’m so good. Look Jazzy. Meet Sarai. Sarai this is O’s little sister Jasmine and his little brother Kordell. Sonny’s sleeping.” In some ways, the both of them resemble him, especially Kordell. He’s literally the milk chocolate version of his older brother. In just my short moments of observing him, they also have similar mannerisms in the way they shift and squint their eyes.
“Wait, so this is your girl? This is the one? She be on TV with Kobe.”
“Kordell, shut up. It’s nice to meet you, Sarai. My brother speaks very highly of you.”
“You do too. Don’t try to water down the fangirling you be doing.” Beckham needed to put them on blast in order to save himself from the playful embarrassment they were attempting to inflict on him. I was once just as annoying to Celeste whenever she’d bring company over to the house. Even though we didn’t share a room, I’d deliberately invade her privacy just to be an annoying ass.
“I am a fan.” There was pride in her tone.
“I appreciate it Jazzy. Thank you.”
“How was your Thanksgiving? Did you spend it with family?” In her usual behavior whenever I’m here, Eris circled my feet and I leaned over to give her the attention she craved.
“It was nice. I spent it in Brooklyn with my mom, sister, and brother-in-law. Some family stopped by and a whole bunch of neighborhood friends. My mom likes to do it big for Thanksgiving, so it was busy.”
“It sounds like a good time though.”
“It was. It turned out nicely.” People kept the peace. I suppose that’s nice enough. I’ve been at family functions when shit has gone left and arguments happened.
“That’s good. Are you hungry? We have plenty.”
“I’m stuffed, but I love leftovers, so tomorrow sounds like a plan.” I could raid his fridge and my mothers. Either way, I can’t lose.
“You’re welcome to whatever you like. We were just getting ready to start…” Before she could finish the statement about the UNO game they were soon to begin, her impatient son cut her off.
“She’s tired. She has to get up for work in the morning.”
“If you wanted her all to yourself, all you had to do was say so.” What his siblings didn’t accomplish, she had. The rosiness flushing throughout his face tickled me into an uncontrollable laughter, that eventually both his mother and sister joined in on.
“She really does have to get up for work in the morning.”
“I do, but I can play a round of UNO. It’s no big deal.”
“You can play tomorrow. You need to sleep.” He held his hand out for me as if I were a stubborn child. If I weren’t so tired, I would have given him a run for his money at one of my all-time favorite card games. I know he hates losing.
“Well, goodnight.” I waved before latching my hand onto his own. Can this get anymore awkward? I should have just told him to come over to my place. Next time, I will.
“Goodnight.” It was all in unison with their attention completely locked into to whatever they assume is going on between one of the most important people to them and myself. I’m not sure what he’s told them but they’re well aware that we’re beyond just being friendly. At this point, even the dimmest person could pick up on it.
“I put extra towels, wash clothes, and a toothbrush in the bathroom for you. I’m not sure if you brought your own soap, but I took some Dove body wash from out of the bathroom my momma uses whenever she’s in town and staying here. I’ll plug your phone up and sit it on the nightstand for you.”
As soon as I removed my coat, he grabbed it and walked off to hang it on the outskirts of his closet. I’d been in his bedroom before but I didn’t necessarily observe every detail about it, but it’s very telling of the demanding career that he leads. Though a master suite in size, it’s fairly simple in décor and yet exudes the masculinity that I expect. Given that he’s highly detailed and puts plenty of thought into the attire that covers his body, I’m surprised that he hasn’t hired an interior design team to come in and turn the entire house into something out of an art gallery.
“I know you’re not hungry, but do you want anything to drink?” While I rummaged through my bag, I could hear the paws of the doors pattering against the wooden floors as they made their way into his personal space.
“No, I’m okay. I do need something to sleep in though. My sleepy ass forgot to pack that.” I don’t even remember attempting to find pajamas. I was so preoccupied with finding the perfect dress to wear on air and after that, decorating for Christmas. There’s always a mixture of dread and excitement about that. That’s one of the downsides of living alone. I have to spend days putting everything up on my own and it’s not easy.
“I got you. Hold on.” Yet again, he headed in the direction of his closet. At home? I only sleep in actual pajamas if I have company. Other than that, I’m usually in bed in damn near nothing. It’s comfortable and less of a hassle.
“Okay, here’s a shirt.” I knew it would be something Giants related. I’m sure that he has thousands of team related shirts that he hasn’t worn.
“What kind of shorts do you want? The cotton Nike ones are soft and light. Or do you want sweats? You want socks too?”
“The shirt is fine. That’s all I need.” Everything else will eventually end up on the floor if I put them on.
“Okay.”
I didn’t have to ask for privacy. As soon as he placed the shirt on the bed, I was left alone with the dogs once he walked out and closed the door behind himself. He’d given me more than enough time to change, brush my teeth, and even get settled into the coziness of his California king bed. The plushness of his ice grey down comforter was coaxing me into the perfect relaxation for slumber and yet I couldn’t refrain from rocking my hips, snapping my fingers, and mumbling along to Stevie Wonder’s “Higher Ground”. It wasn’t loud at all, but the volume was up just enough for me to be able to make out the song. Stevie’s soulfulness has always been a part of the extensive musical collection in my mother’s living room. His sounds were our Saturday morning clean up music during my childhood and that tradition followed me all the way to my own home.
“You’re an old soul too?” His amusement didn’t go unnoticed upon his reentry.
“I don’t have much of a choice but to be that. I get it from the two who made me.” I wonder if he allows the dogs on the bed. If it were my bed, I’d allow it. They’re so lovable, even in their massive size and intimidating demeanors.
“Stevie’s only on because my momma’s here. This is a Future household.” He could barely contain his own laughter. Future?
“Oh, how enjoying it is to listen to the misogynistic raps of Hip-Hop’s walking sperm bank.” Why do women fuck Future? I need a 60 Minutes episode about that.
“He’s just misunderstood.”
“I will kick you out of your own room. Misunderstood? He’s a demon.” Though I couldn’t see him, I could hear his laughter loud and clear. I can’t front, I can and will hit the dance floor to some of those infectious trap records created by the Atlanta native but the antics of his personal life are atrocious. No, but seriously, why do women subject themselves to him? Is the dick that lethal?
“A demon huh?” I couldn’t respond. The muscles in my throat contracted into a tightness that forced my frame back against the pillows as my lips fell agape at the sight of his tattoo covered skin. His chiseled abs aside, there’s something about the manner in which the ink is etched into his golden skin that is worthy of being displayed in the Louvre. Every bit of it tells a story that I want to run my fingers over and know thoroughly from start to finish. I want to plant kisses on the areas that are representative of past pain and marvel over those that are picturesque versions of his triumph.
“That’s exactly what he is.” I wasn’t as edgy as I am now when he was in my bed and yet as he joins me in his own, I nearly want to run to the opposite side of the room. As he did that night, he stretched out his arm to invite me into his space and I slid over to the middle of the bed to meet his warmth. With one press of a button near the bed, the lights were off, setting the complete mood for the few hours of sleep that I’m going to get.
“Am I forcing you to go to bed early? You’re a night owl.”
“I’m only a night owl because having surgery ruined my sleep schedule. When you don’t have much else to do, you tend to occupy your time with crap that’ll keep you up. Video games were it for me.”
“I miss being a night owl. Nowadays, I struggle staying up past ten. This is why I hope the show moves to New York. We’re currently in on and off negotiations about that. We’re also tossing around the idea of doing a few weeks in the Los Angeles during the summers with a live audience just to change the scenery of the show. Hopefully it goes through.”
“That would be great. You’d be closer to home and L.A. is always a nice change of scenery. I’m sure Kobe would love that too.”
“Yeah, he’s definitely the one who’s advocating for that idea.”
“And we’d be together in either city, because the timing would permit it. That’s perfect, actually.” He does spend his off seasons in the West, so I can see why he made note of that.
“It could be perfect. Fingers crossed; it works out.”
Our limbs were like magnets as they intertwined at different points and he’d idly plant a kiss on my forehead seemingly every ten to fifteen seconds.
I wouldn’t consider either one of us worthy of musical recording contracts and yet as the medley of Stevie’s “Ribbon in the Sky” faintly played below us, hums from the both of us drowned out his vocal delivery. The depth and rasp of his lulled me beyond what his warmth and the comfort was already doing. It inflicted a tranquil sense of drowning that I welcomed and yet the manner in which is large palm lightly grazed over the heated skin of my inner thigh ignited a ravenous blaze for him. The seat of my flimsy barely there panties dampened with every thrashing throb of my center. I haven’t been touched in so long, I’m afraid to know if I just unraveled from a gesture so simple.
A dewiness flushed over my skin as my heart thumped against my chest in a quickened rage. The pressure ignited that natural yearning that any woman should have when lying next to the man of her affection and I have no way of being able to reach over to my own nightstand, open the draw, and grab the blackened vibrating device to handle this myself. I had to move over for the sake of my sanity and most of all, to lessen the possibility of humiliation. His now resting body didn’t allow the distance to last as long as I needed it to.
Yet again, his hand met the inside of my thigh and drew me into his side as I once was before. The aroma of his intoxicating fragrance slithered up my nose as I was locked into place with his arm, which coaxed me to whimper at such an endearing torture.
God, help me.
The scenic sunrise was my company in the shower after hitting the snooze button twice to extend the comfort that I didn’t want to lose. With a lack of regard for time, I prolonged my minutes in his state-of-the-art shower just as much. It’s the first time in a long time that I’m sorrowfully dreading stepping onto that set to do what I love to do.
“Good morning.” I attempted to be quiet but I must have not done a good enough job. As his frame towered behind me, he trailed kisses up my back, ahead of the zipper that he was pulling up from the back of my maroon pencil style dress. At home, I unraveled a wire hanger and turned it into my own personal hooked zipper closer. I prefer this. The feel of his lips pressing against my skin and the aura of his being surrounding me supersedes that any day.
“Good morning.”
Although I’ll be doing my make-up routine in my dressing room, I still moisturized my face and applied a decent amount of lip gloss to my lips as while he stood at the sink brushing his teeth. I’m not even sure if concealer will be able to do much hiding of my exhaustion today. My eyes are literally burning because they’re open and I have a budding headache just waiting to worsen as soon as I walk out of the door.
“I’m going downstairs to let the dogs outside.”
“Okay.”
I chose comfort for the commute with my favorite black Nike slippers and carried my Jimmy Choo pumps in the dust bag I keep them protected in. I didn’t bother switching purses, although the Chanel one is no match to this dress. No one’s going to see it and right now, I don’t give a shit.
While sitting on the bed, I texted Chad to take pictures of the agenda and send it over so that I can glance over it once I hit traffic, because there’s no doubt that maybe forty minutes into the commute, I will. If I can get a head start on reading over it, our briefing will be a few minutes and I’ll be able to take somewhat of a cat nap before we’re on air. If I’m not mistaken, Isaiah Thomas is coming by to speak with us today about how he’s adjusting to life in Cleveland. Boston’s decision to trade him was one hell of a shocker to the public and a blow that he took extremely personally after not only dedicating all of his loyalty to the team, but even continuing to do so after the loss of his sister. So, no matter how worn out I am, I certainly want to be alert to ask him a few of my own burning questions.
Yet again, I did my best to remain quiet as I maneuvered through the second floor of the house and descended down the staircase to the first. No one else was awake with the exception of us and the dogs, who were all highly alert and within close proximity to me.
“I thought you’d come down sooner.” He was in the silver reflective goose coat that he greeted me in last night and I’m even more in love with it now. If I can’t find it to buy on my own, I’m going to plead with him for his because he’s probably never going to wear it again. I have some Maison Martin Margiela boots that would be perfect with it.
“I’m dragging. What’s that?”
“Your breakfast.” In one hand is what appears to be some kind of a green thick smoothie and in the other is a bag with God knows what in it. He hates coffee and the way it makes him feel, so the smoothie makes sense.
“Thank you, babe.”
“Uhm. You coming back here when you get off?” With every inch we moved closer to the door, his four-legged protectors were right along with us.
“After I drop by my mom’s.”
“Okay.”
The awaiting SUV completely caught me off guard because I hadn’t requested a driver. Should I have? Absolutely, because I don’t feel like driving, but did I? Nope. I didn’t do a lot of things that I should have done this week. This is why I need to spend my weekend in the bed.
“You called?”
“You’re tired.”
His simple explanation made more sense than anything that I can think of.
“While you’re at work, think about coming to Louisiana with me.” He held my things while I slid into the backseat. Louisiana?
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“What’s in Louisiana?”
“Home.” I already knew the answer and yet I asked.
“I’ll consider it.”
“That’s all I ask. Gimmie them lips.” There was no hesitation. If anything, it was lingering and nearly enough to make me truant on ESPN.
“I’ll be watching.”
“Thank you. See you later.” I snuck another taste of his lips for a good day and closed the door on my own.
I prepared to nearly gag at the green concoction he blended together for me, but ended up pleasantly surprised at its appeasing taste. Though it was kale, the medley of pineapple, mango, and banana served as a balance. Inside of the bag? Chobani yogurt, crackers, and Sargento string cheese. He remembered my odd choices for a favorite snack. I never remember to put together any of that stuff the night before or right before I’m leaving out for work. I don’t even need to stop for a crappy sandwich at Dunkin Donuts now. I owe him, because this is perfect.
“Any requests for the radio ma’am or should I turn the Bluetooth on?”
“Bluetooth, please.”
I let my Stevie Wonder playlist on Apple Music do its thing. “Signed, Sealed, Delivered” instantly began my usual solo backseat party. Usually it happens on a Friday as I’m on my way home from work, but on this particular Friday, I’ll be partying both ways.
Louisiana sounds like a nice trip.
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