#i’ve been meaning to make a go to i have the aux playlist for a while so this gave me a good reason to actually start

[teabookgremlin]

✨playlist curation✨

[not-alien-girl-v]

Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9

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We had made it to his car, which he indeed own, although it was parked at his old apartment with Louis. I supposed he chose to live at our house rather than with Louis because of his vampirism because I couldn't imagine giving up the chance to live in a place like that for some stupid girls.

We hadn't gone anywhere yet, we were just sat parked in his parking garage, with him in the driver's seat and me in the passenger's.

Within a moment, however, he roared the engine to life and pulled out of the dark garage. The time was sometime after midnight, not too late, though.

I plugged the aux cord into my phone, and the song 'The Funeral Party' by the Cure started playing off my playlist.

I only allowed us to sit in a comfortable silence until we got onto a main strip type of road, with bright lights that illuminated the oh so familiar sights of LA, like Taco Bells, banks, 24 Hour Fitnesses, and other places such as those.

"Now tell me, what's really wrong Harry?" I picked at my nails. I'm generally good at this whole 'taking friends away on some impulsive, wild adventure to take their mind off whatever is troubling them', but when you really think about it, Harry and I are essentially strangers who only know one of each other's biggest secrets. I don't know his middle name. He doesn't know my favorite color.

Something about being vulnerable with him in a car with just the two of us made me uneasy. I wanted to get to know him better; I needed to. But that wouldn't come without a little bit of awkwardness.

Harry sighed, but not in contentment. Stress was etched all over his face. He definitely had something on his mind. "It's just- it's all of this."

"All of what?" I asked him, although I had a feeling I knew exactly what he was talking about. I go through it every 50 years or so, whenever I see a happy family with kids or a content old couple.

"This whole live forever or die thing. The fun part wore off a couple of days ago. Now I've been just..." He trailed off but I knew what he meant. I nodded in understanding.

"I get it. What does mortality even mean to anyone, anyway? At the very least, you can plan how you want to go out from the public eye." I tried to make him feel better with my last sentence but he just eyed me strangely. "I mean, if you were mortal, who knows what could have happened. Maybe you'd die in a couple of months from, I don't know, some nasty stomach bug. Maybe they'd find you sprawled out on your bathroom floor, dead, and they'd have to somehow break the news to your fans that food poisoning killed the one and only Harry Styles."

"Ah, I get it now. I suppose that is another benefit. Maybe I can plan something dramatic. Leave people thinking I'm still alive. Start my own conspiracy theory wiki page where people write their insane fan theories," he chuckled like that's something he might actually do, but I knew him well enough to know he doesn't like being the center of attention that much. "But there's still so much I haven't done. What am I gonna tell my mom? My sister? Will I have to leave them behind someday?"

"I totally understand. Trust me, if there's anyone who knows what it's like to have to leave people behind or even worse, lose people, due to this lifestyle, it's me. I've lost countless, some hurt more than others, but after a while, you get used to it," I paused, "and this is your life now. I'm just here to help you through it. If you want to tell your family, it'd be horrible to stop you. And yes, they will die someday. But... if you decide you want to turn them immortal, I want you to know that I'd do that for you."

Man, since when did I turn into such a sap?

"Thank you, Faye, really. But I couldn't do that to them. Just because I won't have a regular life doesn't mean they have to lose theirs. I think I want to keep things as normal as possible for as long as I can. I won't tell them anything until it's absolutely necessary." He loosened his grip on the steering wheel a little and his shoulders released a bit of tension.

"You seem like you have some stories. Who all have you lost?" There it was. The question I was hoping I'd never get asked. As much as I love talking about myself, there are some things that are better left unsaid.

"Um, too many to keep track of. I've been... around. For a long, long time. Plus, I don't really like talking about them. Just ask Donna, she doesn't even know the half of it." I spoke, my voice breathy and quiet. I was surprised he could even hear me over the noise of the engine and the music.

"Oh come on, just tell me about one. It might make me feel better," he pleaded with me, taking quick glances away from the road to meet my gaze.

"Well," I shifted my vision up to the night sky. We were in a convertible, with the hood down. I focused on everything I could aside from Harry, stalling. "The last person I lost, his name was Jesse Kellerman."

"And?" He kept on insisting.

"And? He was mortal. He died. End of story," I rubbed my arms as it started to get chilly.

"Did he know? About all of this?" The car went into a long tunnel and it got darker.

"Yeah. He said he didn't want to be like me. I listened. Eventually, he got older and realized he couldn't be living my lifestyle with me for the rest of my life. So he left. Got married. Had a few kids. Then he died of a heart attack a couple of years ago. I went to his funeral but..." I trailed off. When I realized Harry wouldn't speak until I finished, I continued. "I guess a long term immortal ex-girlfriend isn't something you tell your wife about. They asked me to leave, and I did. I haven't heard from any of them since."

"Faye I-" Harry started.

"No, don't. Trust me, I'm fine, I'll be fine. There's been worse, way worse than him, and I was fine then, I'll be fine now. Although I've noticed, I- I tend to gravitate toward romance, if that makes sense? Like I always feel like I'm looking for it, almost everywhere, yet I almost never get it. I guess it keeps me going. The idea that one day I'll find the right one. It's pretty dumb, being immortal and all I'm looking for is a sappy love story. You'd think in my 500 or something years I'd have things figured out, but, I guess I don't. Not as much as I thought, I guess."

"How about you?" I asked him, fully turning to look at him.

"What?"

"What do you want most? Like in your life. What's the most important thing you want to do?"

"Well, I never really thought about it that much. I suppose I should now, especially since my possibilities have opened up way more." The car came to a full stop at a red light at an intersection. "I want to be remembered."

"By who?"

"Anyone. Everyone. I want people to know that I was here. I want to leave a mark, I guess. I never want people to forget who I am, what I've done. I want to mean something to everyone."

I nodded my head, starting to understand him more. "That's a good thing to live by. And now, you'll have all the time in the world to do it."

He chuckled at that, but this time he seemed genuinely happy about it. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am. It's about time you start noticing it, Styles." He laughed at me. Something tells me he's gonna be alright.

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[midnight-fern]

Best Friends pt 1

Part 2

pairing~ Jean x reader

genre~ fluff to unresolved angst; modern au; college au; friends to something

word count~ 1.6 k

warnings~ some mild intrusive thoughts/ negative self talk; kinda angsty

a/n~ I wrote this like two years ago and found it on my computer and decided to post it:P I'm going to write a part two sometime this week:)

You woke up to a “come outside” text. After some internal debate on wether or not you should act like you slept through it, you shrug on a jacket and tread out to your best friend’s car.

“Jean, you are aware that its 2 in the a.m., right?” You yawn the question, glaring at your friend as he pulls out of the driveway.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” is the response you get.

It wasn’t uncommon for Jean to pick you up at ungodly hours of the night to just drive around. You met him a year ago during your first week of university, and since then you two were inseparable- although you sometimes wish your friendship had a curfew.

Now, you love and cherish your late night rides with him, he just had a tendency to initiate them once you were already fast asleep.

“So, where are we off to?” You ask as you hook your phone up to the aux, the sounds of the playlist the two of you made for these specific occasions filling the car.

“I think we’ll just drive a bit I don’t want to keep you up long. Unless you have any requests,” he offers.

“I’m fine with whatever,” you respond. The next few minutes are spent in peaceful silence as Jean navigates out of your neighborhood.

Had it been a warmer night, the windows would’ve been rolled down and you would’ve been able to hear the quiet sounds of the city. But, alas, the crisp air of fall is trapped outside while the heater in Jean's car keeps you warm. The warm air, the hum of the car,  the hushed sounds of the music, and the worn in passenger seat is almost enough to lull you to sleep.

Almost.

The buzz you feel by being with him, though? That will always keep you wanting to soak up every second you can while you’re with him, so you stay awake.

“You know I don’t mind if you sleep, yeah? I know it’s late,” he states, patting your thigh gently as you bring your feet onto the seat to snuggle up some more.

“You know I’d rather talk to you, yeah?” You respond, followed by a yawn.

“Okay then, dearest,” he starts, “let’s talk. How’re your classes going?”

“Ugh, history is kicking my ass. My professor has the most monotonous voice I’ve ever heard and I can’t stay focused.”

“How about calc? I heard there’s a cutie boy in your block.” You know he’s referring to himself, seeing as he sits in the desk behind you.

You have to agree, he is a cutie boy, but you can’t tell him that to his face, his ego is too inflamed as is, so you decide to mess with him a bit.

“Oh yeah, there is this one guy,” you sigh out in a dreamy voice.

“Yeah?” He perks up, “And what’s his name?”

“Eren, I think. He sits in front of me. We also have bio together and he asks to borrow my pen sometimes.”

“Wait, for real? You have a crush on someone and didn’t tell me?” He asks, feigning hurt. It makes you giggle.

“Oh no, I never said I had a crush on him, I just said he’s a cutie boy in calc,” you retort.

“Ahh, I see,” he drawls. “Are there any other cutie boys in your calc class?”

“Why are you so concerned with the guys in my calc class? Do you want me to set you up with one? Or do you need a tutor?” You tease.

“No,” he responds firmly. “Well I mean, I do need a tutor, but I have you for that.”

“So you don’t want me to set you up with a cutie boy in my calc class? Eren seems pretty nice, I can talk to him for you if you want?” You tease some more.

“No, I don’t want you to set me up with some boy in your calc class, especially not Eren,” he rushes the last part out.

Maybe he wasn’t referring to himself earlier like you thought.

“Oh? I quite like Eren. He’s really nice and he’s really good to study bio with. Maybe I could invite him to our next homework party and he can help you with calc?”

Have you passed teasing and made it straight to being mean yet? Maybe not, but if the way he’s holding the steering wheel tighter means anything, you’re probably just annoying him.

“Can we stop talking about Eren?” He asks, irritation spilling from his voice.

Yep, you’re definitely annoying him.

“Okay I’ll stop,” you look out the window. It looks like you’ve ended up back in your neighborhood. It’s late- he must be getting tired. “But why are you so concerned about who I find cute in calc anyways?” You ask, starting to get secondhand irritation. Was it from the conversation or the fact that it was edging 3 am? You couldn’t tell, probably both.

“Maybe I wanted to set you up with someone,” he mumbles, voice laced with the lightest tinge of attitude from how long it took his point to come across.

Ouch, that hurt.

Did you want to get set up with someone from calc? Technically yes, but you want that person to be the boy you’re currently in the car with.

“Really? Why?” You ask.

“I don’t know,” he sighs as he turns down your road, “It’s just, we hang out all the time- and don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with you all the time, it’s just...” he trailed off.

“Just what?” You frown, not understanding what he’s trying to explain.

“It’s just, I don’t want you to get bored of me, or like, annoyed with me. I just figured that if maybe you found someone else to spend time with then I could keep that from happening,” he rushes out, refusing to spare even a slight glance toward you.

His response throws you off. Did he really think you could get annoyed by him? That you don’t love hanging out with him? That you’re not absolutely smitten towards him?

He didn’t give you a chance to respond (although, you were taking a while to process what he meant) before he pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “You know what? Forget I said anything. It’s late and you have an 8:30 class in the morning, you should go to bed. Sorry for waking you for nothing,” he says, only turning his head to look your way, his hands never leaving the steering wheel.

“Jean…” you start, not completely certain where to begin with him.

“No, don’t ‘Jean’ me, I don’t know why I even brought it up. Let’s just forget about it.”

“No, I don’t want to just forget about it,” you said firmly, unbuckling your seatbelt to face him completely. “What made you think I would ever get tired of hanging out with you? You’re my best friend. I hang out with you all the time because I love being around you. If I was getting tired of hanging out with you, I wouldn’t have woke up at two in the morning when I fell asleep at eleven.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to hang out with you as much anymore,” he turns in his seat to match your posture.

He might as well have punched your square in the stomach and it would’ve hurt just as much. Was he getting bored of you? Was he getting annoyed with you? Was he trying to find someone to shove you onto so you wouldn’t bother him anymore? There’s as small fire burning just under the skin of your cheeks, a massive weight being loaded onto your chest. Were you crying? You reach your hand up to your cheek- it’s wet. Great, now you’re crying in front of someone who doesn’t want to be your friend anymore.

“Oh, okay, that’s fine,” you reach to open the door, ready to be anywhere besides his car that has suddenly become extremely hot and stuffy. “Good night then.”

“Wait no,” he reaches for the sleeve of your jacket, trying to keep you in the seat. “That came out wrong.”

You shove his hand away and move to get out of the car. How else could he mean it? He doesn’t want to hang out with you anymore, he said it himself.

You stand in front of the still open door, quickly wiping your tears away with your jacket sleeve. “Jean, I’m tired. You shouldn’t have woke me up in the middle of the night to hang out, just to tell me you don’t want to hang out anymore- a text would’ve been just fine.”

You close the door and start making your way back to your house. When you hear his car door close, your pace begins to pick up. Between your lack of sleep and the massive bomb Jean just dropped on you, you’re too exhausted the listen to him anymore.

Before you can reach the front door, fast footsteps approach you and Jean grabs your arm and turns you to him.

“Y/n, please just hear me out-“

“No, Jean,” you interrupt hm, laying a finger on his chest. “It is three in the morning and I need to be awake in a couple hours to go to class. I’m not in the mood right now. If you want to explain later, fine, but not right now.”

Without another word- or look- at him, you made your way into the house, down the hall, and into your bed.

[uppermocns-moved]

if you’re taking requests maybe roadtrips with eren, jean, armin and connie?

road trips

oh my god this is the greatest idea i’ve ever heard. 

eren, jean, armin, connie + road trips

(going on a road trip with all four of them at the end)

cw: fairly gender-neutral, modernverse, weed references

𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿

eren insists on driving the whole time, no matter how long the trip is.

his phone is plugged into the aux because “my car, my rules” but he doesn’t complain when you unlock his phone and start picking songs. 

forcing him to pull into a drive-through so he can eat real food, not just the 44 oz of mountain dew and monster energy he got from the gas station before you left.

hand-feeding him french fries.

playing i spy when it’s too dark to see anything, or on long highway stretches where the scenery doesn’t change. 

“i spy... something blue.” “is it the sky?” “you’re so good at this, babe.”

it’s very easy to talk him into impulsive detours, even if they’re in the opposite direction – he may be the one driving, but he’s relying solely on you for instructions. just tell him where you’re going and he’ll take you there.

“___ is only a two hour drive from here! we should go!” “yeah? okay.” 

driving with the windows down and enjoying the cool nighttime air.

car-camping in national parks – putting the seats down in the back and throwing together your bed for the night, sitting on the hood of his car to look at the stars with no light pollution, getting baked and watching a dumb show off his phone before going to sleep. 

at this point, eren realizes he forgot to pack his phone charger so you’ve gotta share.

getting breakfast together. eren’s not a morning person, but he can’t be grumpy when you’re looking so cute and sleepy in one of his hoodies. 

eren driving with one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, occasionally lifting it up for a kiss as a silent thank you for being there with him. as if you’d dream of being anywhere else. 

𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

listening to the radio to keep things spontaneous, usually the classic rock stations. 

jean taking his hands off the wheel because he needs to air-bass along.

listening to true crime podcasts when the radio cuts out – it’s funny watching jean’s face twist up in disgust during crime scene details, and sometimes he yells in response as if the podcasters can hear him. you also play detective about who you think did it – loser buys food at the next stop. 

music keeps things energetic at the start, but podcasts keep his mind stimulated when he’s been driving for a while. 

the original plan is to split the driving, but you end up falling asleep with your face smushed against the window and jean doesn’t have the heart to wake you up. he doesn’t mind driving the rest of the way.

stopping for food every couple of hours to make sure you’re both eating properly, not just snacks. you do have plenty of snacks, though. 

jean going "uh – excuse me” whenever you open a bag of something and sticking his hand out. he’s like a dad, he always needs a handful of whatever you’re having. sharing is caring. 

jean always packs a lot of unnecessary things, and he will reserve the right to say i told you so when his double-hammock comes in handy.

limited stops along the way (minus food/gas/bathroom) – getting there relatively early means you can relax in the hotel room and maybe explore/go out for dinner later that night.  

when you take over driving, jean is a big window-watcher and takes a lot of pictures of the mountains/scenery. 

already making plans on cool things you can do on the way back, when you have no time restraints – day trips, scenic rest stops, hikes, etc. 

𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

stopping at a starbucks first-thing to get drinks for the road (he makes sure to get some food too so you’re not just running off a venti iced coffee)

splitting the driving – armin is the better (and calmer) navigator so you usually take the first and final shift. 

dozens of cute polaroids to put in your adventure scrapbook

researches fun (and romantic) things you can do when you get to your destination and reads them aloud to you. you come up with a plan together. that waterfall hike sounded really fun. 

armin takes lots of videos because he likes making little montages for his socials

you’re in control of the music. armin likes when you show him new artists – he’ll slowly nod his head along and inevitably add the songs to his spotify. he really likes snail mail. 

he takes over driving when you get tired – he likes holding your hand when he drives, or sometimes you’ll lean over and rest your hand on his thigh.

armin trying not to melt when you put on one of his hoodies for warmth – you have your own, but his are comfier and they smell like him. 

silly games to pass time like i spy or looking for different license plates. it’s fun until armin gets clever and spies things like the mile marker from 10 miles back. 

you insist you aren’t going to fall asleep because you wanna keep him company, but you end up curling into your pillow and dozing off mid-conversation. it’s adorable, and he doesn’t mind. he’ll usually turn on a podcast or an audiobook. 

armin stays awake the whole time but it catches up with him once you reach your destination – all he wants to do is cuddle and rest up

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

leaving a day in advance or very early in the morning because you stop at every tourist attraction along the way.

scenic lookout? let’s go there. world’s biggest ball of yarn? fuck, count me in. meteor craters? already merging onto the exit. dinosaur bones? you read my mind. 

picking up cool souvenirs along the way like geodes and stickers to put on his water bottle. maybe a funky lil alien to hang from the rearview mirror, along with his 20 tree air fresheners. 

taking cute, cheesy pictures of and with each other – connie posing with his arms out like he’s holding the mountain, standing in front of national park signs, etc. 

you collaborated on a road-trip playlist in advance (it’s 12 hours long)

somehow you end up listening to veggie tales or absolutely losing it until the car starts rocking to britney spears

"i love this song” to every song, as if he didn’t put it on the playlist 

listening to connie sing along and butcher all the lyrics. impressive falsetto, though. 

arsenal of snacks – more than you realistically need

screaming every time you see a new “welcome to ___” sign

“WELCOME TO ___!” “WOOOOOO!”

connie rocking the socks with slides. it’s comfortable. 

pulling through drive throughs every once in a while for food, continuously forgetting to throw out the trash bag from your last stop. 

𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

stopping at the gas station to fill up the gas tank and stock up on snacks for the road – almost everything from the candy aisle, giant bags of doritos, slushies, energy drinks. nobody really thinks to get actual food.

the driving is split between eren “i’m serious, pull the fucking car over or i’m gonna piss myself, jean” jaeger and jean “eren stop honking my fucking horn, traffic won’t go any faster” kirstein. armin is the navigator because they’ll both get everyone lost.

everyone has their turn with the aux cord – until connie cracks himself up playing the same song over and over, then you have to pry it from eren’s cold, dead hands.

so many pictures

impulsive stops at tourist attractions.

playing dumb games to pass the time (quickly turns into replacing one word on each sign with “poop” because they’re all a bunch of children).

finally stopping at a diner later that night for real food

making it to the campsite and setting up tents and hammocks

getting baked around the campfire and telling spooky stories

connie complaining and scaring himself while he wanders off into the dark forest to find a spot to piss

smores (ofc)

going on group hikes and jumping into lakes/down waterfalls together. video of jean belly-flopping.

[tinyjeanmarco]

omg friends to lovers modern au with porco ?? soft porco just gets me in my Feels™

two idiots

note: woof woof. you know just the kind of softness i love 😩🤚 coming right up, darling! this turned out to be one of my favorite things i’ve written. i hope you all enjoy!! here’s some modern friends to lovers with porco x gn!reader!

wc: 2,154

modern!porco x gn!reader

warnings: language, porco being a dork.

porco had been your best friend ever since he adopted you in his social circle in high school. your “friends” at the time were pretty shitty and he convinced you to drop them and join his friend group instead. best decision ever because now you had actual friends who lasted beyond school as well as not feeling like shit 24/7 anymore.

you’ve been friends for what felt like forever, and you even got a job at the same little café. currently, you two had the closing shift. that just spells chaos with porco’s silly antics he always pulls. it was a surprise he hasn’t gotten you two fired yet.

so now, with the “open” sign flipped to “closed,” porco takes it upon himself to fuck around and give himself a whipped cream mustache. which is very irresponsible because you could get in so much trouble if the higher ups find out. 

you did nothing to stop him, just laughing to the point you were afraid your lungs would give out from the force of your laughter.

“porco, you’ve got to stop doing that, that’s so unsanitary. plus we have twenty minutes to finish and lock up.” you giggled, making your way over to the sink where all the dishes were waiting to be cleaned.

“can’t be fired if we’re not caught,” he sent a playful wink to you “and it’s fun to make you laugh all the time.” you just rolled your eyes at him.

“you’re absolutely no help, you bafoon. go mop the floors or something.”

“fine, mom. whatever you say.” he groaned and licked the whipped cream off his face. however, on his way to grab the mop, he made sure to splash you with the water running from the faucet.

“you dick! you’ll pay for this!” you shout as you cup your hands under the water, gathering as much as you could, before flinging it in his direction.

“see? there you go. now you’re having fun!” he cackled. 

“you’re cleaning that up, dipshit.” he nodded frantically, giving you a salute. 

“of course, mom. planned on it.” you couldn’t hold back your laugh after seeing the serious look on his face. you smacked him on the arm. 

“stop calling me mom, it’s weird.” with a roll of your eyes, you got back to cleaning the dishes, set on getting out of work on time. you knew messing around wouldn’t exactly get you guys in trouble, but if you didn’t clock out and close up in time, you would be reprimanded. 

“i would never stop saying something that makes you so annoyed, so no, mom.” he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he went about cleaning the floors. you decided to refrain from giving him the satisfaction of your response, instead focusing on your work.

of course, the peaceful silence would only last so long as porco decided to fill it with his idiotic chatter.

“hey, (y/n), do you remember senior year when zeke made you laugh so hard that you pissed yourself? that’s what this is reminding me of.” his boisterous laugh bounced around all the walls of the small building as your face flushed.

“you said you would never bring that up again! we agreed on that. how would you like if i brought up you pissing the bed when you were a sophomore in high school? you were like fifteen or sixteen and you still peed the bed.” now it was your turn to laugh at him.

“uncool! that was a one time thing! and i chugged a whole bottle of water before bed, okay? not my fault.” now it was his turn to go completely red in the face, the tips of his ears also tinted red. you mocked him, repeating his last sentence under your breath in a dumb voice.

he scoffed at you and then everything was silent again, minus the running water and clanking of dishes. your thoughts kind of took over as you mindlessly worked. you two had been friends for what feels like half of your life, and for a majority of that time, you had a crush on him as well. you still do.

whenever you guys had free time, you would spend it together, as best friends do. there was no doubt that you would catch feelings eventually. sometimes you wish you could do something about it, but you’re content just being his best friend instead of ruining what you have to take a chance on a relationship that probably wouldn’t happen.

porco just had this dorky, boyish charm to him that drew you in immediately. it seemed to attract all kinds of others, too, because he had numerous partners growing up. his relationships never lasted too long though, earning him the title of “heartbreaker.” another reason you didn’t wanna try your luck. you didn’t know if he would break up with you after a month of being together.

being totally absorbed by your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed porco trying to get your attention.

“hellooo? earth to (y/n)?” he waved a hand in front of your face. you startled and ended up splashing water on both of you.

“huh? sorry, i spaced out.” you said sheepishly, turning off the running water. you had finished your task and noticed porco had as well. 

“i’ve finished mopping and wiping tables down and shit. you wanna clock out if that’s all?” 

“oh, uh, yeah. i think we’ve already gotten to everything. i already sorted out everything in the back so we should be okay. lemme finish up here.” you made sure the sink was cleaned up and porco got to putting the rest of the cleaning supplies away, and worked on shutting the lights off. you snagged your bag from the back and met up with him by the door.

“you need a ride home?” he inquired as you locked the doors and headed out. that got you to stop, remembering that the last bus was around an hour ago, so that left you with walking home as your only option. luckily for you though, porco was always paying attention to your habits, knowing that you wouldn’t have a way home.

“yeah, actually, that would be great. i’m too tired to walk home tonight.” you smiled at him appreciatively, earning a smile back. climbing into his car, you stole the aux cord immediately. you always got control of the tunes when he was driving you somewhere.

you both got to making idle prattle as you scrolled through your playlists to find something to play. you settled on one of your favorite songs, humming along here and there as he drove. 

as you neared your apartment, he turned down the music to a low volume and spoke up.

“so, i’ve wanted to talk to you about something for a while and i feel like now is a good a time as any.” you gave an agreeing ‘hm,’ prompting him to continue.

“i uh, think you’re really cool and all, and i’ve kind of sort of had a crush on you since high school which i know is like a long time or whatever, but i got tired of just keeping it to myself for so long and i just wanted to tell you.” you were shocked to say the least. your heart rate picked up, filled with hope and anticipation.

he pulled into your apartment complex and put the car in park before turning to you and continuing to speak.

“i don’t expect it to go anywhere, you don’t even have to feel the same but, i just wanted to kinda lay out my feelings, maybe see if you feel the same?” he phrased it as more of a question. when he began speaking, he was pretty confident, but that slowly wore down the more he said until it was just his nerves left. insecurities rubbing together and creating a spark.

“of course, you don’t have to feel the same. that would be silly to expect that from you. we’re best friends and we always have been. actually, the more i think, that was really stupid to say because you like see me as a brother and stuff and like incest is gross so honestly you ca-” you had to cut him off, as cute as his rambling was, you didn’t want him to start overthinking. a sad porco is a not fun porco.

“shut up and kiss me, dumbass.” you shot out before your nerves got to you.

“-n ignore- what?” he looked at you incredulously, not expecting you to say anything like that. hey, same porco. 

“i said kiss me, or i’ll kiss you first, then how would you feel? you’re the one confessing to me.” and the confidence you have just keeps building up. you honestly had no idea what was getting into you anymore, but knowing that your long time crush has liked you back for around the same amount of time you liked him? score.

“oh, yeah i’ll kiss you.” and with that, he leaned over the console and crashed your lips together. your heart was dancing in your chest, crashing into your ribs. you almost worried that he could hear it, but you got lost in the kiss, forgetting and not bothering to care.

his hands came up to cradle your jaw, pulling your face impossibly closer to him as he kissed you even deeper than before. you pulled away, deciding to give him more of a response than telling him to just kiss you.

“i’ve liked you just as long, pock. i never thought you would ever feel the same, i mean, you always dated so many people and stuff so i just assumed that you weren’t interested in me.” you confessed, flushing slightly.

“yeah, but, you know how long each of those lasted. it was because of you. they took up time i wanted to spend with you and i only really wanted you. i was just trying to get over my feelings. i never knew i could have this with you.” he began stroking your cheek with one of his thumbs, the other hand searching for yours to interlock your fingers together. 

“i guess this car just has two idiots looking into each other’s eyes then, huh?” you laughed, leaning into his hand on your face. “i never thought i could have this with you, either.”

“yeah, i guess we are kind of dumb, then.” he went in for another kiss, giving it his all before pulling away again. “can i take you out? we work the same shifts usually so we’ll have a day off together soon.”

“yeah, i think i’d like that a lot.” you couldn’t help yourself, you had to kiss him again. now that you could do that, you don’t think you’ll stop anytime soon. you just felt so right when you kissed him, the entire world fell away leaving the two of you melded together, just sharing how much you felt for the other.

pulling away from the kiss, porco pulled you into a crushing hug. he didn’t want to let you go, but realized he probably should. you’d been sitting in his car for a few minutes and he knew you needed your rest. it had been a long day.

“okay, now get out of my car please.” he smiled at you lovingly.

“so sweet, so romantic, my little pock.” he groaned but let out a snort soon after.

“ugh, you ruined the moment.” he rolled his eyes and you stared at him, bewildered.

“me? you’re the one kicking me out of your car.” he laughed at this.

“only because i know you’ll complain if you don’t get enough sleep. i’ll see you at work tomorrow though, babe, don’t worry,” he paused for a second, “i can call you that, right?”

“yeah, and you better keep calling me that or i’ll tell everyone at work about your whipped cream escapades.” he gasped, mocking offense.

“you wouldn’t dare.” his eyes narrowed at you. you let out a loud laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“oh, i would. try me.” he rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your nose.

“yeah, yeah, i believe you. but you really should get going. i promise i’ll keep calling you babe, and that i’ll see you tomorrow. babe.” you smiled and reached out to give his hand a squeeze. 

“yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow. bye, pock.” and with that you made your way out of his car, giving him a wave and blowing him a kiss before you turned to head inside. he pretended to grab your kiss and pressed it to his lips before waving back.

you giggled to yourself giddily as you walked into the building, not believing the events that unfolded today, or happy they made you. yeah, today was a good day.

[ampintherain]

My Baby Love

*GIF NOT MY OWN- creds to theothersideoffantasy*

Owen Patrick Joyner x reader request!!!

Maybe the reader is part of the JATP cast and once at a gathering the cast starts teasing the reader about who she’d date among the boys. She gives her opinion on each boy but Owen gets upset when she says she wouldn’t date him because he’s a baby (even though she’s only 2 years older). She knows it’s stupid but it’s the only excuse she can find to fight her feelings. Everyone notices how oblivious they both are so at every occasion they keep mentioning how a great couple they’d make ? At the beginning Owen and the reader stay close but eventually the reader becomes more and more flustered and tries to distance herself to suppress her feelings. At the end they just have a heart to heart convo and kiss ? I need major fluff 😂

Requested By: @shimmeringfrenchie

I LOVED THIS REQUEST! I hope I can create the story you want💜

When I got the call to be in season 2 of Julie and the Phantoms, I never once imagined that it would end up like this- me falling for someone two years younger than me, I had never been attracted to someone younger than me before, I always went with older guys it was just something that I had always done so when I met Owen, I thought that he’d end up being like a little brother to me and that was what I had hoped. 

“Hey Y/n!” I heard Charlie call my name as I was leaving the lot, I turned around to see the brunette running towards me with Owen close by, my heart began to race as I saw the blue eyes belonging to the gorgeous boy, 

“H-hey” I stuttered, clearing my throat before regaining my confidence, “wassup?” I questioned, looking between the two boys, catching Owen staring at me, I smiled and tore my gaze away, focusing my attention back onto Charlie, 

“Well, Owen and I are having some of the cast over tonight for takeout and we were wondering if you wanted to come? Savannah really wants you there” the brunette asked, I nodded happily,

“Well, if Sav wants me there, I guess I have no choice” I joked, just as Savannah walked past us, tucking me into her side

“That is very true, I wouldn’t want to endure a night with the cast without my best friend being there!” Savannah smiled. I had developed a very close friendship with Savannah within a week of filming, the first day of bootcamp she had showed me around and always made sure I was alright, we later realised that we had very similar interests and decided to move in together for the filming of the season and the friendship stemmed from there, she was most definitely my best friend and the truest friend that I had ever had. 

“Fine, I’ll be there. What time?” I questioned, looking back over at the boys as Savannah squealed happily beside me,

“Does 7 sound good?” Owen asked, I looked up at him and my breath caught in my throat- he was single-handedly the most attractive person I had ever laid my eyes on and it was almost painful how much I liked him.

“Yep, sounds perfect. I’ll see you then” I smiled, waving the boys goodbye before walking off with Savannah, we wandered through the parking lot before reaching my car, we both hopped in and Savannah took a hold of the aux cord, playing her created playlist of all of Justin Bieber’s hits. 

The time to leave for Charlie and Owen’s place soon came round, I changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie before slipping on my Converse and heading to the door with Sav. “Should we walk or no?” I asked, Savannah shrugged her shoulders, soon going for the option of walking considering the boys didn’t live that far away from us and it was a nice evening in Vancouver, “so, you and Owen?” Savannah questioned after a short silence, my heart rate quickened at the mention of his name, I turned to her with a confused look etched across my face, 

“What?” I laughed, as we entered the boys’ apartment building and making our way up to their apartment, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I rolled my eyes, knocking on the door lightly, the door swung open, revealing Owen smiling his award-winning smile, pushing his hair back from his face before stepping to the side, “hey O” I smile, 

“Hey Petal” he said, giving me my usual nickname before pulling me in for a hug, I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a tight squeeze, “Hey Sav” Owen continued, letting go of me and giving Savannah a quick hug, I walked further into the apartment seeing Madi, Charlie and Jeremy all sat in the den chatting away, 

“Hey Losers” I joked, sitting next to Madi, she pulled me in for a tight side hug, pulling away just as quickly before crossing her legs and settling further into the coach. Savannah swiftly joined the group alongside Owen, sitting beside me whilst Owen sat next to Jeremy.

We had been at the boys’ apartment for around an hour or two, just eating pizza and chatting, “oh guys!” Savannah spoke excitedly, shuffling in her seat comfortably, 

“oh what?!” Charlie mimicked Sav’s excitement causing her to glare at him

“We should play Honest” she suggested, looking over at everyone’s confused faces towards the game suggestion “Honest? You guys, it’s self explanatory, it’s like the best game. You ask someone a question and they have to answer honestly.” she shrugged, I turned to the girl sat beside me, raising a singular eyebrow, “Y/n/n, it’s the best game. Honestly. Come on, please guys” she whined, 

“I think it’ll be fun” Madison smiled enthusiastically, as always, bringing the mood up and tempting the group into the activity that Savannah had suggested, Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and I chorused a small ‘fine’ causing Savannah to squeal with excitement, reaching over my head to give Madi a high-five. 

“Okay okay, I’ll go first... Madi, what’s the worst thing about filming?” Sav questioned, Madi thought about it for a second or two, her eyebrows furrowed as she chewed lightly on her lip,

“I’d say the super early mornings and really really late nights, I’m definitely not used to this new sleep schedule... um... Jeremy, what’s your favourite thing about Carolynn?” Madison smiled, “I only ask because I love seeing your face when you talk about her... it’s so cute!” Jeremy blushed and looked down at the floor for a small moment,

“Okay, I have a lot of favourite things about Carolynn but, one of the things I love most about her is her heart, she has the kindest soul, she cares about everyone she knows so deeply and she is really willing to do anything for the people she loves, she puts other people’s needs before her own and I just think it’s the most beautiful thing” Jeremy gushed, causing the girls and I to ‘aw’ at him, he was totally loved up and it was something that I could only ever wish for, 

“I wish someone spoke about me like that” I said, Jeremy smiled at me before asking Savannah which show she preferred to film- Julie and the Phantoms or Knight Squad to which she answered Julie and the Phantoms, giving the reasons of being able to sing and dance and she also mentioned how she loved the closeness of the cast, saying that we were more like a family. 

“Okay... Y/n, who would you date out of the boys- y’know out of Owen, Booboo, and Charlie” Savannah questioned, refusing to mention Jeremy as we all know that he would never have been an option based on the pure fact that Carolynn was his soulmate, 

“Right... well,  I’d say, probably Charlie because as much as I love Boo, he’s more of an annoying brother and I’d just find it weird if we dated and Owen’s a little baby” I explained, 

“Oh some I’m only your option because of process of elimination, great. Thanks y/n/n” Charlie joked, I rolled my eyes at him and looked over at Owen, I watched as his eyes lowered and his mouth turned down, he quickly faked a yawn before standing up off the couch and stretching, yawning again,

“Right, well I’m gonna head to bed, I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Night” he said shortly, promptly leaving the den and making his way to his bedroom, he quickly stole another glance at me before shaking his head and entering his room. After that, the rest of us slowly started to disperse, Madi left first, then Jeremy and then Sav and I. 

I crawled into bed and stared up at my ceiling, I couldn’t fight off the feeling that I had really upset Owen, it must’ve been me, I mean he was fine all night- he was engaged, laughing, cracking his stupid jokes and then everything changed once I said that he was a baby... I didn’t really feel like that, I mean, I liked him. A lot, it’s just that I’ve never really gone for younger guys before, I always dated much older guys. But there was just something about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, something about him had me hooked and I couldn’t figure out whether it was a nuisance or something that I wanted to happen, all I knew is that however I was feeling, it was something beyond my control. 

I just didn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t say that I was a control freak but I definitely didn’t enjoy not being able to have any type of control of what was happening in my life, I always planned on dating and marrying someone a few years older than me as that is what my mum did, my grandma did, and my great grandma. I don’t have any understanding on why I wanted to do the same as them, maybe it was because of my desperate need to impress the women in my family. They’re all successful and they always used to build up this pressure on me to be the perfect woman, I had no room for mistakes. So my falling for Owen, was not in the plan, something out of my control and quite frankly, it was driving me insane. 

For the next few days, I tried to talk to Owen but no matter how hard I tried, it seemed that he was trying even harder to avoid me at all costs. “I don’t know why you would say that...” Charlie said as he sat beside me at the lunch hall, “it’s obvious you both like each other” I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the boy, scoffing

“Yeah, right” I said, rolling my eyes and picking at my food, essentially just pushing it around the plate aimlessly, a silence fell over the two of us as I peered up to see Charlie staring at me with a look on his face as if it say ‘are you serious?’ 

“Y/n/n... you do like him. I don’t care what you have to say and how much you’re going to deny it. You like him” he shrugged just as Savannah sat across from us

“What are you guys talking about?” She asked breathlessly as she had just finished her dancing scene, I gave her an obvious look that she immediately picked up on “ohhh, Owen?” she questioned as I nodded slowly

“I was just telling our friend here, that she likes Owen and that it’s so obvious that she does” the Canadian explained blatantly, to which Savannah agreed, informing me that it was written all over my face whenever I saw Owen, or even whenever his name was briefly mentioned.

“You’re just caught up on the fact that you want to be like your mum and date older guys. The heart wants what is wants Sweetie, and your heart just so happens to want a 20 year old with lucious blonde hair.” Savannah joked, I rolled my eyes and stood up from the table, 

“I refuse to stay here any longer with you guys just talking absolutely nonsense” I replied, shortly. I looked at the two people I was previously sat with before gathering my food and quickly throwing it away as I walked past the bin. I walked out of the small lunch hall and made my way to my trailer.

“Uh.. hey y/n. Wait up” I heard a familiar voice call, Owen. I turned around and smiled up at him nervously. We hadn’t spoken in days, only having fictional conversations as our characters but after that? Strangers. “Can... can we talk?” he questioned, rubbing the back of his neck. I nodded, unable to form any kind of functioning sentence, I silently ushered him into my trailer, closing the door behind me. Owen sat on my small loveseat and patted the spot next to him which I reluctantly took.

“Uh... so what’s up?” I questioned, spluttering slightly, I placed my hands in my lap, closing them and fiddling with my thumbs- a habit I picked up in middle school, whenever I was asked a question by one of my teachers, I would twiddle my thumbs over each other in a circular motion, I wasn’t too sure whether it was something to do with my anxiety or it had links to my thinking process and to this day, I’m still unaware of what it roots to but I have never been able to wean myself off of it. 

“Did you mean what you said...” the blonde boy questioned me, “y’know, about how you wouldn’t date me because I’m a baby?” I glanced up at him quickly before diverting my attention to the plain wall in front of me. I inhaled sharply when I felt Owen’s slightly calloused hand make contact with my cheek, he held on to my face lightly as he brought my eyes to meet his own “because I’m not a baby Y/n, I’m just two years younger than you, it’s not like you were in high school when I was born. You were two. I’m not a baby” he reiterated, I nodded and sighed

“Yeah O, I know... I don’t know why I said it. I regretted it the second it left my mouth. Look, ever since I was younger, I was surrounded by women who all married men older than them and my mum always told me that that is how it should be, but it doesn’t feel like that with me... yeah I’ve dated olderguys but-” I cut myself off, worried that if I let all my emotions out to Owen, he wouldn’t reciprocate and I would officially ruin the entire friendship alongside the whole cast dynamic because there would be this awkward tension between Owen and I but just times by a million. 

“But what?” he pushed, his thumb running along my cheek causing me to instinctively close my eyes at the blissful feeling it was giving me, the simple touch melted away all of my anxieties “actually wait” he spoke, causing my eyes to shoot open, the anxieties to come rushing back in, I glanced up at him and furrowed my brows together “Y/n, I like you. A lot, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anybody before. Hearing you call me a baby made me feel like you would never see me in that way, and it’s fine. Totally fine. If you don’t feel the same way but I just feel like I need to tell you everything I feel. Y/n, when I see you, everyone else just fades away. I physically can’t picture my life without you in it in any way, even if we just stay friends. I need you with me, you calm me down... so yeah” Owen said, the confidence in himself slowly fading as he continued to ramble, watching my face to see if I expressed any indication other than confusion, I slowly reached up and took a hold of his hand bringing it down in my lap and enclosing it with both of my hands.

“Owen, I like you too... that’s what I was going to say. I’ve dated a few older guys and they just never made me feel the way you do. Owen, you make me laugh so much, you make me feel protected and always cared for and I have never experienced that. Growing up, I had this pressure put on me by my mum, grandma and even my great grandmother, they all used to tell me that ‘dating older men is the way it should be’ and that’s all I thought of, I never thought that a younger guy would come along and sweep me off my feet but you did Owen Patrick Joyner, you really did and I can’t keep denying my feelings for you to everyone and especially to myself.” I breathed out, looking up at Owen with tears welling in my eyes just threatening to spill, Owen abruptly yet gently grabbed my face pulling me in close to him, his lips ghosted over my own as he let out a shaky breath

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted” he said before he pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, I could feel butterflies erupt in my stomach at the feeling of his soft lips on mine, one of his hands moved from the side of my face to the base of my neck, pulling me in closer and deepening to kiss, my hands traced up his arms and draped themselves over his shoulders, toying with the ends of his hair. 

This. This felt right, this was how it was supposed to feel. Electrifying, loving and passionate. I never thought I’d fall for someone younger but here he was, Owen. My baby love. 

[afrival]

Hetalia Characters and Their Music Tastes

I’ve been in the hetalia fandom for like a year now and I stg thinking abt what these bitches listen to NEVER gets old

no warnings

will feature mostly modern day music, like 1950s-2010s

I don’t know a lot of artists that don’t sing in English so there’s probably A LOT that I’m missing on here, not even including shit from like the 1800s

The Allies

Alfred:

Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Crazy In Love by Beyoncé

- Listens to basically everything, but particular fond of like 80s rock and early 2000s shit

- Likes country music bc ofc he does, a huge fan of Carrie Underwood, Sam Hunt, and The Band Perry

- Got his love of rock from England 💀 Especially during the like the 60s-80s when Queen, The Beatles, and Elton John really popular

- They really only bond over their love for this period of music lmao like they would absolutely go ape during karaoke

- He loves more mainstream artists like Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, all those iconic mfs

- Probably enjoys old wartime music just for nostalgias sake. Shit from the 40s and he listens to Civil War tunes (Union Dixie lmao)

- Definitely listens to musicals and forces Ivan to as well. His favorites are Hamilton, Hairspray, and Chess

- LOVES LOVES LOVES The Backstreet Bogs holy shit. This man had a whole phase where he dressed like they did. Don’t even dare play I Want It That Way because he WILL sing along

- Speaking of which he’s actually a really good singer, like he probably used to sing at clubs and shit back in the day

- It’s very specific but I imagine his voice to sound like Taron Egerton’s cover of “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John

Arthur:

Killer Queen by Queen, Set Fire to the Rain by Adele, Tiny Dancer by Elton John

- Old man who had a weird punk phase in the 90s. Definitely listens to The Beatles and Gorillaz

- Like I said, he and Alfred bond over Queen and Elton and Bon Jovi and FUCKING Michael Jackson

- Refuses to admit he really likes Elvis

- Oh boy. He had so much fun in like late 2000s and early 2010s— Panic at the Disco, MCR, Green Day, he absolutely got his ears pierced during this time

- Doesn’t listen to like current mainstream music that much he will sob to Adele and probably really likes the Cry Baby album by Melanie Martinez.

- Francis plays so much Lady Gaga in the car that at this point he really likes her music

- He likes Ed Sheeran I am so sorry </3 and he absolutely gets bullied for it

- He can sing too honestly? I know I just said he listens to Ed Sheeran but I honestly think he kinda sounds like him too just maybe a little deeper

- Listen to Galway Girl and you’ll get a basic idea of what I imagine he sounds like

Ivan:

Dance and Cry by Mother Mother, Baby One More Time by Britney Spears, смерти Больше нет by IC3PEAK

- THIS MANS MUSIC TASTE MAKES NO SENSE. It ranges from fucking Aerosmith to Ic3peak to Lady Gaga

- Literally has every Mother Mother album downloaded and probably on Vinyl bc he’s a fucking dweeb

- Also a huge musical stannie, loves Wicked and Hairspray

- He and Al will split the parts to sing along to in the car

- Alfred made him listen to Britney Spears ONCE in like the 90s and now he’s obsessed

- Speaking of the 90s he went absolutely fucking ape during this time. The USSR wasn’t very big on western music but when it fell there was a HUGE influx of it and suddenly like it was just his favorite thing ever

- Alfred also got him into Carrie Underwood, literally lost of his music taste comes from Alfred forcing him to listen to shit

- During the 70s/80s he got really into Fleetwood Mac and Aerosmith, maybe even a little bit of disco but not a lot

- Went to a club with Al a few times and he won’t ever forget dancing to Footloose by Kenny Loggins at like one in the morning and having the absolute time of his life, easily one of his favorite memories

- Like I get so soft thinking about him just letting loose and actually having fun, even though he was very stiff and shit during the 1900s

- He can’t sing LMAO but my friend and I said once that he could lowkey rap really well and now it’s all I think about

Francis:

From Eden by Hozier, La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf, Primadona by Marina

- If you look up the gay agenda his playlist would just show up

- I mean seriously he has it all: Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, and Lorde

- HOWEVER she does really enjoy softer sounding music. Edith Piaf, Louis Armstrong, and Vera Lynn are favorites of his

- Listens to the Les Mis soundtrack like once a month

- REALLY REALLY loves Hozier, like a whole lot. He’s probably one of his favorite artists along with Sufjan Stevens

- Even more of his homo playlist includes Marina, Madonna and Troye Sivan

- Bullies Arthur for liking Ed Sheeran but he also really likes Ed Sheeran, just refuses to admit it

- Stromae ofc 🙄🤚 can’t just not include like the most popular French musician or whatever

- He can also sing but he sounds kinda raspy, it’s nice tho

Yao:

- I don’t think he listens to music LMAO, if he does it’s probably instrumental

The Axis

Ludwig:

Elastic Heart by Sia, From Now On from The Greatest Showman, Natural by Imagine Dragons

- Also doesn’t really listen to music but my friend said that when he does it ranges from classical to heavy metal

- For some reason I think he really likes Sia, he seems like a Sia kind of guy

- Doesn’t listen to Hozier but really loves Take Me to Church

- Most of his music listening comes from giving Feli the aux in the car

- The whore listens to Imagine Dragons like he fucking loves them

- When The Greatest Showman came out he had the soundtrack on repeat for a solid month, From Now Onis one of his favorite songs ever

- Cannot sing Jesus Christ do not let him near a mic

Feliciano:

Thank u, next by Ariana Grande, Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder, Bella Ciao by Manu Pillas

- Pop music! So much pop!

- Loves Ariana Grande and Conan Gray

- Probably listens to A LOT of classical because of his time with Austria

- His music taste is kinda all over the fucking place and it’s mostly happy and peppy shit

- Weirdly tho he listens to GRLwood? Like it’ll just shhow up on shuffle and suddenly he’s an entire different person

- Will listen to absolutely everything just to find something that Ludwig likes, was so proud of himself when Ludwig really ended up loving The Greatest Showman

- Doesn’t sing but plays like 5 instruments. Violin and piano are his faves

Kiku:

It’s Been So Long by The Living Tombstone, Faded by Alan Walker, Ophelia by The Lumineers

- LISTEN. LISTEN. HE LOVES VIDEO GAME MUSIC AND FUCKING THE LIVING TOMBSTONE

- The fnaf songs are his guilty fucking pleasures, he fucking loves them

- Loves loves loves the Undertake Soundtrack

- Listens to a lot of anime openings 💀 Me too tbh they’re so good at for what

- Big fan of TheFatRat

- In general he enjoys techno shit? Idk what the word is but it’s a lot of instrumental

- Listens to regular music as well (The Lumineers especially)

- Likes listening to Elvis because it makes him happy to see Alfred having fun

- Feli also introduces him to a lot of music but he can never fucking remember the names of the songs or artists

- He hums a lot rather than sings, and it’s really soft and gentle

If anybody wants any more characters lmk bc I love coming up with these, also I do have playlists for these bitches 😎✌️ Spotify is in my linktree (bio)

[sungie]

stray kids reaction: comforting your zoom anxiety

a/n: sorry these have been so angsty lately but this is just something i struggle with now a lot w/my anxiety and thought maybe this could help some of you who are going through the same thing rn xx

also i’m so sorry i spent hours trying to get the read more option to work but it wouldn’t :’( if anyone has any tips feel free to let me know

chan

chan walks past your spot at the table and immediately falters when he notices you staring numbly at your laptop screen.

he crouches down to try to meet your gaze, and then, worried at how your bottom lip starts to tremble, gently tilts your chin up to face him.  “(y/n)? what’s going on?”

you just shake your head, trying not to meet his gaze

chan’s not an idiot; something’s obviously wrong

because despite how much you try to hide things, chan knows. he just knows that you won’t tell him what’s going on, and a lot of it is because you want so much to be strong and not feel like such a burden (which you could never, ever be, chan loves you to the end of the world and back)

and he also knows you beat yourself up for mistakes so much worse than anyone, always obsessively focusing on self-perceived flaws for days.  weeks, even. 

so when he happens to notice the zoom launch page, realization floods across his face.

“oh, baby, no.  come here” 

chan wraps you in his arms, gently closing your laptop with one hand and guiding you from desk to couch where you nestle your head into his chest

“i’m so stupid, chan,” you whimper, bringing your hands up to cover your face. “why am i like this?” 

it hurts chan to see you like this

he wants more than anything to make everything better, but he knows these things take time and you need time

“you mean, why are you so talented, and beautiful, and dedicated?  i don’t know, babe.  you just are.  i’m not surprised, though.” 

“i’m such a screw up.”

“you know, (y/n), i promised i wouldn’t let anyone talk to you like that,” chan murmurs, “not even yourself.”

you look up at chan with wide eyes

“i know it’s hard, baby.  i know it’s scary, but i’m so proud of you for getting through it.”

chan just wants to pamper you for the rest of the day, and more often than not, the two of you will cuddle together and end up falling asleep for a few hours, tangled together on the couch until you’re ready enough to talk things out. 

- -

minho

minho’s brow raises when he sees the door to his room crack open, and he watches as you barrel towards him, collapsing onto the bed next to his legs.

he doesn’t think anything of it, not really. 

well, maybe he’s just a little disappointed that you didn’t come to cuddle and rest your head next to his chest, because minho won’t admit it, but he’s a simp for your cuddles

but then, a few seconds later, he notices you’re trembling. 

and all too soon, he realizes with horror, that the way you’re huddling toward him isn’t out of comfort, oh no, not comfort. 

minho sits up immediately and looks over to see you curled up in the fetal position with your eyes shut, your arms wrapped tightly around your legs

minho murmurs a worried, “babe?”, and he feels his heart break as your eyes open and fill with tears

“it doesn’t get better. i’m never going to be normal.”

minho gently pries the phone out your grasp because it’s only making you feel worse, and he’s about to close all your tabs until he notices what’s on the screen: articles about anxiety, coping mechanisms, how-to’s for speaking up, not freezing up, how to hide fear -- and his heart breaks.

minho gets up for a moment, taking your phone to place it on the nightstand.  and when he leaves the room and comes back a minute later with soonie in his arms, he gently plops her down onto your hip and then sits cross-legged beside you, his eyes sad and his head propped in his hands 

“you can talk to me, i’ve got you.”

and you let all the words fall out. 

afterwards, minho wraps a knit blanket around your form and tells you, quietly, that you’re the most special person in the world.

“more than your cats?” you manage to joke weakly, cracking the faintest smile.

a relieved smile immediately tugs at minho’s lips and the way he looks at you makes  you feel like the luckiest person in the world.  “you’re feeling better,” minho whispers, half to himself, half to you, and then he lets his gentle smile curve to a teasing smirk.

and like a brat, he says, “i said person.”

you whine and softly poke his cheek, but minho leans over you to press annoying kisses all across your face with the most loving expression

“yah, (y/n), of course you’re more special than my cats, my god”

changbin

you already know the routine by now

you’d texted changbin in midst of your online class with your signature emoji that means: please help i can’t think everything’s too much

and as soon as it’s over changbin’s here with a sympathetic expression and a sheepish shrug, holding a heavy pillow out a safe (and far) distance in front of him

“wanna let it out?” 

you nod, shakily, and they you step up to the pillow and start slamming your fists into the pillow, words flying from your mouth about how annoying your brain is and how much you hate this and your blows weaken and your words jumble together until changbin lets the pillow lower and he welcomes you into his arms

he runs his hand against your back and just stands and holds you for a while, rocking you back and forth 

“i hate this so much, bin”

“i know, baby. i know.” 

he knows that sometimes physical contact helps bring you out of your mind

and so he’ll gently take your face in his hands and caress your cheeks with his thumbs

“it’s over, now.  you did it, baby.”

he finds you so beautiful and often loses himself for a few moments because you’re such a special person and he hopes you know that you mean the world to him

if you want to talk about it, he’s got you 

and the two of you will cuddle on the couch for as long as you need and talk or watch videos together or eat food

or sometimes you just want to be alone, and changbin will press a kiss to your forehead and let you recharge

and as soon as you’re ready to come out, he’s always got your favorite meal or takeout from your favorite restaurant

and the smile that crosses his face when he sees you makes everything feel just a little bit better

hyunjin

hyunjin doesn’t quite understand how you get so nervous, but he wants to help so bad.

he hates seeing you shut down, and it hurts him to witness the moments when you retreat back into your mind

because you’re such a beautiful soul, and he just knows the thoughts that rage through your head are anything but kind

hyunjin sees this happen on a daily basis, and each time he does, he wishes he could make it better.

today’s been especially bad, with zoom call after zoom call, and he can see the circles under your eyes and the exhaustion and terror written all across your face

he peels off a post-it note and gently sticks it onto your hand, out of view of the camera

“is this an important class?” it says. 

you turn to him, indiscreetly nodding your head

hyunjin’s face falls. because if it wasn’t, he would all too quickly turn the video off your screen and let you fall into his arms, pulling you away from the laptop to cuddle and watch something to take your mind off it.  

you’re just pushing yourself so much, and hyunjin knows you need to rest

but instead, he comes back a few minutes later, holding a plate of sliced fruit and vegetables arranged by color to look pretty and cute

and he slides that next to your laptop and comes back with a mug with your favorite warm drink

there’s a post-it on this, too. “i love you, and you’re doing great, okay? you’ve got this baby <3 <3 <3

it makes you tear up, a little. 

after you’re finally done, you find hyunjin and hug him so tightly 

“how’d you know?” 

hyunjin just gazes at you softly, nuzzling his nose against yours

“you did it, baby. you should be proud of yourself”

all you can do is hug hyunjin tighter as you start to tear up from relief, nerves, comfort, and hyunjin himself 

“i love you.”

jisung

jisung understands all too well the feeling of anxiety

and whenever he notices that you’re upset, even if he’s not feeling all too great, it’s like that anxiety loophole where all his anxiety goes away as soon as he realizes that you’re in pain 

really, all jisung wants to do is comfort you and make sure you’re feeling as okay as possible -- everything else goes away, only you. 

he gets it, really gets it, when you tell him in tears that you can’t take another discussion over video call which ends in you sitting in silence and regret for not saying anything

“people probably think i’m mean and dumb, jisung,” you choke out, “and i’m not! but i … i don’t even deserve to be there.  they see right through me.  i’m like, a fraud.”

jisung’s heart physically breaks at this, because you’re not.  you’re really, really not.  anything but. 

“no, baby.  you do deserve to be there.  you said it yourself, you’re not dumb.  you’re not mean.  but you’re dealing with anxiety, baby, and that makes everything so much scarier.”

jisung also knows that nothing he says can make it better, but he also knows that you need to get out of your head.

he drapes a blanket around your shoulders and gently pulls you up from the couch, telling you that the two of you are going to explore

jisung drives around the city for a couple hours, and he gives you control over the aux and lets you listen to all your favorite songs -- but sometimes even that’s too much, so he’ll put on shuffle the playlist that the two of you have made together for nights just like this.

there’s always something calming about getting lost in the city for the night, watching the neon lights reflect against the windows as you lose yourself in the music and the dark and the feeling of drifting away from any sort of responsibility and tie to real life.

just you and jisung; the two of you against the world.

jisung does his best to help you forget when that’s what you need.  he pulls into a drive through and orders an order of fries, cheerfully feeding them to you when you reach red stoplights.  and then he stops at a boba place that’s empty and still open for another hour, or so, and comes back with both your favorite drinks.  and then jisung is telling you stories about anything, everything

jisung makes you smile and laugh, and each time you do, the expression that crosses jisung’s face is full of such relief and love

and when you start making your own jokes and telling your own stories, a familiar light entering your eyes, jisung can’t look away and feels his heart mend back together

later, when the two of you come back home and collapse into bed, you tumble over and rest your head against jisung’s chest, feeling safe and loved when he presses his lips to your forehead and holds your hand

“do you think it’ll get better?” you whisper, finally ready to talk about what happened 

jisung presses a tender kiss to your knuckles.  “i know it will.”

felix

trust me, felix knows all too well the exact regret you’re describing 

when you tell him in hysterics about not being enough and not being able to be present even though you wanted to so bad -- he gets it. 

you don’t even know how to describe it.  you just couldn’t, and that made it so worse. 

but felix just nodding and gazing at you with acceptance and understanding makes you feel so safe

because felix is always one thing with you when you’re upset and anxious, and that is gentle

but he also clearly sees the way you answer in short responses when he asks you about it, and how you look so uncomfortable

felix knows whenever he gets like this, he needs to get out of his head 

so he takes your hand and guides you to the kitchen, smiling brightly at you

“let’s make something.”

if you’re ever too overwhelmed, felix will do everything for you and come to your room to drop off a plate of dessert and check in and see how you’re doing

but if you’re okay with doing something, felix is that happiest boy ever

you welcome the distraction and help felix find all the mixing bowls, and he grabs the carton of milk while you grab the sugar from the cabinets

felix takes a finger of flour and smudges a small dot on your cheek 

“there, freckles” 

and you smile weakly and smudge a stripe against his cheek 

every so often felix will rest his head on your shoulder and wrap his arms around your waist 

he doesn’t bring up what happened earlier because he knows you hate thinking about it, but when you do finally decide to talk about how you feel, it’s usually while the two of you are waiting for dessert to come out the oven 

and felix just listens patiently with genuine concern and focus and doesn’t interrupt you at all until you’re done 

at times like this, felix really thinks about what to say 

and when he does finally speak, it makes you feel so much better

like someone actually sees you and your struggles

but then he’ll do something like accidentally knock over the bowl of leftover egg white or accidentally catch his sleeve in a spill on the table

but it’s okay because you love him

and he really does manage to make everything feel just a little bit better

seungmin

the silence was the first indication something was wrong.

because your relationship works on easy, witty jabs toward each other that always end in laughter and amusement, wildly chasing each other around the apartment and collapsing in cuddles and playful pokes on the shoulder

but this time, when seungmin teasingly mentions that the phone is your achilles heel after you ask him to order the take out, he’s met with stony silence, an unresponsive face, and then: “that’s not funny.”

seungmin’s face falls immediately.  he knew something was wrong as soon as he noticed the blankness unfold on your expression, and he steps forward carefully, his eyes softening.  “i’m sorry.  that was mean of me.”

when you don’t reject to him coming closer, he steps toward you again, kneeling down to where you are and gazes at you with concerned eyes.  “did it happen again?”

you finally look up at seungmin, the first trace of emotion peeking through the heavy mask as you nod.  “it’s just so stressful.”

seungmin regards you carefully and nods, prompting you to keep going. 

“i hate seeing myself on screen,” you mumble, laughing tonelessly in attempt to keep things casual.  “i just smile and nod, and … i can’t read nonverbal signals, minnie.  i don’t even know when i can talk --”

you stand up and start pacing back and forth, your hands scrunching up your face and pulling at your hair.  “i don’t know why i feel like this, and i can’t stop thinking, seungmin, i hate it so much.”

but seungmin walks into your path and gently takes your hands in his, squeezing your palms gently. and then he tenderly opens your fists up, tracing little hearts on your palms and the pads of your fingertips.

“i wish i were like you,” you whisper.

“you already are,” seungmin says, instead.  “everything i am, you’re that and more.”

“i’m not capable.”

seungmin gently squeezes your hands again, this time tracing circles against your knuckles.  “i think if anyone’s capable here, it’s you.  you’re fighting this thing every day, (y/n).  even if you don’t see it, i see it.  i see you, and you’re capable.  more than.”

your mouth drops a little, and you stare at seungmin with wide eyes.  and then, “what?”

seungmin just smiles, shaking his head.  “what?”

“i’m sorry i got mad at you.”

seungmin shakes his head, letting your hands drop as he pulls you into a hug.  “don’t be.”

“i liked that thing you did with my hands,” you murmur into his shoulder, “it helps me not think.”

and this time seungmin presses kisses to your fingers

and he’s just so gentle with you 

afterwards when you stop shaking, seungmin doesn’t forget that you still need to eat, so he orders takeout, or you do if you want to try and he’ll hold your hand and just be there, and then the two of you will watch something on his laptop and then finally fall asleep together at the table

jeongin

“isn’t your class starting now?” jeongin mumbles with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes and placing a mug of your favorite drink next to your hand

you just shrug, mouse hovered over the link to take you into zoom call 

jeongin furrows his face, then blinks. he does a sort of double take, eyes flickering from the time (he knows your schedule by now), the hesitation of your expression, the clear tension in your shoulders and the slight tremor of your fingers. 

“oh,” jeongin’s voice whispers.  

he takes a seat at the table beside you, eyes relenting, a concerned expression encasing his mannerisms.  “it’s okay to be scared, (y/n)”

you swallow, not quite trusting yourself to speak, your throat already tight and unstable 

“(y/n) … if you’re not feeling good we can call in sick and tackle it tomorrow. you don’t have to do it today if it’s too much.”

you shake your head.  “no,” and then, biting your lip, “i just … don’t want to join, innie.  what if he calls on me?  and i won’t know the answer, and everyone will laugh. and he’ll make fun of me.”

“that’s so mean,” jeongin says affronted, his eyes wide and then he pouts.  “he’d do that to you?” 

you nod, arms wrapping around yourself, and jeongin is already awake, eyes wide and you can already tell he’s trying to think of a solution where everything’s okay 

“if he does that,” jeongin says, quietly, “then we’ll leave the meeting.”

you crack a half smile.  “i can’t do that.”

“i’ll unplug the router,” jeongin pouts. 

you sigh, smushing your hands against your face, all too aware of your heart beating so loudly in your ears and the shallowness of your breath. 

“(y/n)?  oh no, (y/n), baby --”

he’s not one for pet names, but this time it just slips out and it makes things stop for a second

“i’m going to grab your hand, okay? and i’m going to start counting and we’re going to breathe.  is that okay?” 

you nod after a few seconds, and jeongin reaches for your hand, placing your palm against his chest.  and then he starts counting to ten, in a reassuring voice.  “just concentrate on breathing.  just focus on me.”

jeongin closes the laptop and pushes it away from you.  “what do you need?” 

“i … i just need a few minutes.”

jeongin nods, then reaches for your hand clasping it in his and squeezing gently.  “i’ll be here.”

when you regain your breath and think you’re a little okay, you turn and drag the laptop over, mouse hovering over the link 

jeongin just smiles at you softly, eyes still blinky and exhausted from sleep.  he rests his head against the table, and you can tell he’s trying to stay awake, but it’s just so early and he starts drifting off to sleep

but there’s something in the comfort jeongin brings by just being there, and with your heart beating loudly in your chest, you click the link and are brought to the loading screen: host will let you in momentarily

jeongin stirs and squeezes your hand again, slightly more awake, now.  “you got this”

he smiles genuinely, and it makes your heart warm.  “squeeze my hand if it gets bad in there, okay?” 

you shake your head, but jeongin wakes up further at this, slightly alarmed.  “you won’t bother me, i promise!  and when you’re done we can go pick up an order at the pastry shop down the street, okay?”

you smile at jeongin.  “okay.” 

and you’re going to hold him to that.

[yikestripes]

Across the Bar

a/n: this is lowkey ass but here’s another request filled !!! if i don’t fill your request i am so sorry my inbox is VERY full and some of them get lost in the sauce!! 

word count: 2k

warnings: hints at smut but none actually, fluff as always

“Are you sure we can’t cancel?” Spencer whined, letting his hands come to rest on your hips. You had gone to the break room for a last minute pick-me-up before heading out to the bar with the team, not knowing that Spencer had followed you. It had been a long day with the completion of a case early in the afternoon, and the jet ride was only an hour and a half back to Quantico. You knew Spencer wasn’t fond of the bar scene on a good day, let alone after a long winded case.

“Spence, it’s okay, you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to.” You said leaning into him as you made your coffee. Spencer frowned and shook his head.

“No, I’ll go.” You handed Spencer the extra coffee you had made for him and he gulped it down gratefully, pausing to rub his eyes. You grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to your desk to grab a pair of new clothes. You went to the bathroom to change, and found Emily and JJ already in there, getting ready.

“Hey there!” Emily said, applying a fresh coat of lipstick.

“Did you convince Spence to join us?” JJ asked.

“Somehow yes. It took a lot of coaxing and a few promises of different things for when we get home tonight.” You giggled. Emily’s jaw dropped and JJ raised her eyebrows, sharing a look with Emily.

“Ooooh, dirty things?”

“I don’t kiss and tell!” You replied, fixing your makeup in the mirror. Emily and JJ shared your laughter and you went into the stall to get changed. You emerged in a red, off the shoulder top and a pair of red black skinny jeans with some calf-high heeled boots. You looked in the mirror and grinned at yourself. You looked like a badass. JJ and Emily had already finished and returned to the bullpen by the time you got changed, with Morgan and Spencer. Morgan whistled as you approached and Spencer stopped mid-conversation with JJ to drop his jaw. You knew that red was Spencer’s favorite color, so wearing it in this capacity was a huge thing for him. You grinned as he approached, resting his hands on your waist.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, my love.” He said quietly, placing a quick peck on your lips. Morgan whistled again, and you gave him the finger. He held his hands up in surrender and walked towards the doors, the rest of your team and you following him into the elevator, where Spencer grabbed your hand. Generally Spencer wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, however, he knew that it was your “love language” of sorts, so he would often compromise with small but sweet gestures; such as allowing his hands to rest on your hips or waist, holding your hand, or the occasional peck on the cheek or lips. It was small enough that Spencer was still comfortable, but it made you ridiculously happy.

You split up among yourselves in the parking lot, meeting up at the bar. Hotch promised Emily that he would take his own car there, to which Emily made a face. He gave a look with her that conveyed he had to do something he didn’t want to, such as having a conversation with the witch herself, Erin Strauss. Prentiss broke into a sympathetic smile as she climbed into the car and rocketed out of the parking lot. You plugged your phone into Spencer’s aux to try and get him a bit more perked up, so you put on one of your playlists that he hated the least; and actually had come to enjoy. He hummed along quietly, absentmindedly stroking his thumb across the top of your hand. You stared out the window and just appreciated the quiet time you got with your love. You arrived shortly later, and the drinking had commenced as soon as you and Spence walked in. Garcia shoved a Bay Breeze into your hand and forced you to chug it for being late.

You complied, shotgunned the drink, and slammed it back down on the bar with a cheer. Garcia seemed satisfied and you felt a hand on the small of your back; it was Spencer. He had a weird look on his face, following his gaze you quickly realized why- some guy at the bar was staring at your ass. His look quickly changed to a scowl as he pulled you in and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, to show the entire place you were entirely his. He pulled away and you quickly pecked his lips and smiled.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.” Spence grinned and took a sip of his beer, grimacing at the taste. It was one of the alcoholic drinks he despised the least, but that was not to say that he was particularly fond of it. He couldn’t understand how Morgan was such a fan of the drink, but learned quickly not to ask questions. To each his own.

Spencer lost track of you rather quickly as you were a little ways away, at the other end of the bar, doing shots. Suddenly Spencer felt a presence behind him, and looked back to see Morgan.

“What’s up, Boy Wonder? You look a little lost.” Spencer frowned and shrugged.

“I just don’t like the party bar sort of scene, but I wanted to make (Y/N) happy.” Morgan chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

“Pretty boy, you are both very very sweet, and frankly quite whipped.” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his friend, who was being beckoned by Garcia. Spencer followed behind and when you saw him, you lit up.

“Hey you,” You said, reaching out your hand. Spencer took it gratefully, and pulled you into a hug. You melted into him.

“You guys wanna grab a seat at the bar, get some apps and a few more drinks?” Morgan offered, taking Garica’s hand. You all agreed and Prentiss walked away to call Hotch, to see if he was on his way and if he wanted anything for when he got there.

Your time at the bar was relatively short lived before moving to a table to accommodate the group better. Morgan sat back with his arm slung around Garcia’s shoulders, who was getting closer to tipsy with every sip of her margarita. You were talking about first kisses, to which you felt Spencer tense up slightly beside you, like he so often did during these sorts of conversations.

“I mean, I kissed my childhood best friend on the playground, but I doubt that really counts.” You paused.

“Not really. It counts for something, but it’s not your real like, first kiss. Spill it, girl.” Morgan said, smirking.

“Alright, alright. I was a sophomore in high school; my best friend had this family friend who had a son a year younger than us, who went to high school with us. He was really sweet, but also very VERY quiet. We were sort of friends, in a sense. Like, we knew each other and would text back and forth sometimes, mostly about a bio class we had together, but regardless. I really liked him and he never expressed any real interest in me, other than just like smiling at me and getting close to me, which didn’t mean much. Anyway, my best friend and I went to a New Year’s Eve party at his house and we were mostly hanging out in the basement or floating around with the various kids we went to high school with, just hanging out and other teenager stuff. Lo and behold, it’s the countdown to midnight and he appeared at my side. It became midnight and he grabbed my hand so I would look at him, he took my head in his hands and just kissed me.” You smiled at the memory of the sweet boy who only lasted in your life for about a month.

Derek laughed, Garcia and Prentiss awed, and Spencer didn’t really express anything. He just took a quiet sip of his beer.

“Alright, I said. It’s your turn, Prentiss!” Her eyes widened as she shook her head.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” She smirked, echoing your words from earlier today. You rolled your eyes as Hotch approached the table.

“Saved by the bell.” You muttered as Emily stood, giving Hotch a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and sat beside her.

“Another round?” You offered, standing up with your now empty glass. You crossed the room and took a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. You saw someone sit beside you out of your peripheral and realized it was Garcia, who was grinning wickedly.

“Hi, Sweets.” She said, sounding entirely too innocent. You narrowed your eyes.

“What did you do?” You asked.

“Nothing!”

“Pen.”

“I didn’t do anything. I have an idea,” She smirked.

“Oh God, what?”

“I saw this hilarious thing on Twitter last night where you text your significant other something SUUUPER nasty when you’re in a public setting together to see how they react.” You considered it for a minute, when the bartender approached. You listed off the group’s order and he disappeared.

“You’ve caught my attention, Pen. Have you tried it with Derek?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Have I tried it. Please, honey. I’ve done it 4 times tonight alone, have you noticed him even FLINCH?” You glanced back at Morgan, who was clapping Hotch on the back. Your eyes wandered to Spencer, who was finally smiling, and looked like he was actually having a good time. Perfect opportunity.

“You’re on, Garcia. $20 says Spencer blushes, shifts in his seat, and looks down at the table.”

“Alright, I say he smirks, rests his head on his hand, and gives you that look he does right before you leave the BAU.” A flush filled your face as you realized that your allegedly “discreet” look was apparently not so discreet.

The bartender returned with the drinks seconds later, and you only had about a minute to come up with something GOOD. With the help of Garcia, you got to work crafting the dirtiest text you could think of that would earn you the response you were looking for from your boyfriend.

Spencer felt his phone vibrating in his pocket which immediately alarmed him, considering the few people that would actually text him were all sitting with him. Besides you, who had gone to the bar, but you wouldn’t have just disappeared and only sent a text. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read the text he received from you, immediately reacting the way you thought he would.

He quickly locked his phone and put it face down on the table, running a hand through his hair in discomfort. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, among other places, as he began shifting in his seat to try and discreetly make himself a bit more comfortable. He stared at the table, hard, as if he was going to burn a hole through it with his eyes. Meanwhile, you were collecting $20 from Garcia across the room, in tears from laughing so hard. With Penelope’s help you escorted the drinks back to the table, earning a few cheers from your friends. You sat beside Spencer and placed a casual hand on his thigh, making him squirm even more.

“Why did you do that?!” He whispered in your ear.

You simply smirked in response and took a sip of your drink.

“Let’s just say i’m now $20 richer.” Spencer narrowed his eyes at you before looking around the table, his eyes landing very quickly on Garcia. She was being uncharacteristically quiet and still leaning on Derek, but avoiding eye contact with Spencer. He scowled and she ignored it, trying to suppress her laughter.

You placed a chaste kiss on Spencer’s cheek and he shifted again, but grabbed your hand anyway. For what it was worth, Spencer was definitely very good at putting up with your mischievous ways.

You unlocked your phone to send someone a text, when you saw your own to Spencer. You grinned in spite of yourself.

I can’t think about anything besides you throwing me on the bar and ravaging me in every way you please. You know, kinda like last night…. I’ve never heard you say my name so loud.

[everybodyscupoftea]

the fight

pike jj x reader (ft. our fave duo cody and tyler)

it all comes to head with brooke, a story in four parts

hello all, this is it. the blowup. i hope that i’ve done it justice :)

You were ecstatic to say the least. JJ hadn’t hung out with the group alone in months, and with your friend-aversary coming up, he was finally going to be forced to. Cody texted you a countdown every morning and they never failed to make you laugh, especially the day of.

Today Maybank finally sheds the 120 pounds that’s been holding him back

With a snort, you finished packing your bag and left your dorm room to walk to the boys’ to meet them. The group had decided the best way to celebrate would be to feast like kings, and Cody found a really nice Italian restaurant in Charlotte, a little over two hours away, to do so.

Tyler was the only one ready when you knocked on the door, and when he opened it, Cody went sprinting past, tooth brush in his mouth, dress shirt unbuttoned. Your eyebrows shot up, “The fuck is going on?”

“Cody overslept,” Tyler answered, sounding exasperatedly fond.

Frowning in realization, you walked over to JJ’s room. He wasn’t there, so you asked, “Wait, where’s J?”

Cody walked over, tooth brush gone, and said mockingly, “He went to brunch with Brooke. He’s meeting us at the car.”

“God, couldn’t go one morning, huh?”

Making a face, Cody finished buttoning his shirt and sighed, “No he fucking can’t.”

Tyler laughed as he realized he’d fucked up the buttons and was one off, and you rolled your eyes, knocking Cody’s hands away to fix the buttons for him. He pouted like a child until you finished, and muttered, “Thanks mom.”

“Let’s just go to the car,” you told them both, pinching Cody’s cheek.

Cody yanked his face away from your hand, rubbing his cheek with a glare, “No.”

Tyler snorted and held his arm out for you, ‘’Alrighty then, the lady and I will see you tomorrow.”

After a few seconds of not backing down, Cody relented, “No, I don’t want to miss sleepover time.”

The three of you were talking and laughing loudly on the walk to the car, Cody carrying all the bags (he lost rock paper scissors) until you froze. Tyler jolted to a stop and looked concerned, “What’s up?”

“Why are there two people by your car?”

“What?” Cody asked, finally catching up.

“It’s not just JJ by the car.”

“He wouldn’t,” Cody tried to reassure, the uncertainty in his voice betraying his true thoughts.

He would.

Brooke smiled at the three of you as you walked up, looking you up and down appraisingly when the other two boys muttered out greetings. JJ was looking down at his phone and looked up with a grin, “Running late already, boys?”

“I highly doubt it was the boys,” Brooke answered, not taking her eyes off you.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the passenger door and climbed into Tyler’s car. Not fucking worth it. Cody gave her a fake smile and dismissed, “Alright, Brooke, thanks for dropping him off, but we’re going now.”

“I’m coming,” she told him, stepping around his frozen form to slide into the backseat next to JJ. Your hand stopped, mid-buckling yourself in, and your head whipped around.

“JJ, what the fuck?” you asked, “this is a friend group thing.”

He looked uncomfortably between you and Brooke, clearly not prepared to have to choose. The fact he even had to think about it fucking hurt.

“I mean,” he started, “Brooke hangs out with us too.”

“Plus, it’s our four-month anniversary,” Brooke told everyone even though no one asked.

“Yeah, we’ll it’s our one-year. And honey, you just haven’t been around that long,” Cody told her, condescending tone.

“It’s for the bros,” Tyler added.

“She’s not a bro,” Brooke pointed at you.

Tyler scoffed, “She is. JJ tell her.”

“I,” he looked trapped again, “she’s one of our best friends. Come on, Brooke, I told you if you were gonna come you’d have to play nice and participate.”

She sighed almost at the same time as you and you had to fight every instinct screaming for you to get out of the car and go back to your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. Tyler passed you the aux cord, remorseful look in his eye, and you smiled weakly. Cody squeezed your shoulder and whispered, “You good?”

“I’ll make it,” you whispered back as Tyler cranked up the car and started to back out. What you’d forgotten was that Brooke had never driven in a car with Tyler, and had no clue that he drove like a bat out of hell.

She gasped loudly at his first sharp turn and you snorted, not even trying to hide it. Tyler grinned over at you and winked as he took another sharp turn to merge onto the interstate. One glance back showed Brooke clutching onto JJ’s hand as Tyler cut someone off in his merge.

Cody was facing away from them, grinning widely out the window, and you settled into your seat to pick a playlist. You hit shuffle on one and as Still Woozy started playing, Cody leaned forward, “Bro, is this the clique?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “did you add this one?”

He nodded, smiling, as JJ asked, “Wait, the clique?”

“We have a collab playlist called the clique,” Tyler told him, “for when we go on car rides and stuff.”

Brooke scoffed, “That’s stupid, just take turns like adults.”

Your throat tightened, the collab playlist having been your idea, and Tyler narrowed his eyes at her in the rearview, “Pipe down back there, intruder.”

Cody snorted, still looking out the window, and you felt a little better. Tyler reached across and squeezed your hand in comfort. Brooke hummed, “So are you two together, then?”

“What?” you asked, “No.”

“Just a question, no need to get so defensive. Why not though?”

Blinking a few times, you asked again, “What?”

“Well, there must be something wrong with you if all you hang out with is dudes and none of them will date you.”

Your jaw dropped and Tyler flipped on his blinker, swerving off the next exit. He pulled into a gas station and threw the car into park before turning to look at her, “Watch your fucking mouth, you’re here, uninvited, and I’m not sure exactly what the fuck your problem is with her, but you stay the fuck out of our business.”

Cody smiled bitterly, “In case we hadn’t made it abundantly clear, you aren’t welcome here, be grateful we haven’t left you on the side of the road yet.”

“Hey,” JJ tried to intervene, but no one listened as Tyler pulled back onto the road to get back on the interstate.

The rest of the ride was relatively silent, thankfully, Tyler and you talking a bit since you were navigating. When he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, you were so ready to be out and away from the tension. Cody wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “Still good?”

“As good as I can be.”

He sighed, “Yeah, fuck her. Let’s go eat our body weight in pasta.”

Cracking a smile, you let his arm fall off your shoulders and followed the rest of the group inside, lightly holding onto the cuff of his sleeve. Tyler was the first one you saw at the hostess stand, arms crossed with a frown firmly etched on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, as you and Cody joined the group.

“We reserved a table for four,” Tyler explained, “but now we have five, so we have no table.”

You sent Brooke a fake smile, “I’m sure we can roll the car windows down for you so you don’t get too hot.”

Her jaw dropped and Cody gave you a very discrete fist bump. JJ cleared his throat and shook his head at you. It was whatever, out of all the shit he’d let her say about you slide, yours was tame. He turned to face the other boys, “We’ll just go somewhere else, right?”

“No,” Cody stood his ground, “I picked this place, I made the reservation, I’m fucking eating here.”

You nodded, “I want pasta.”

“You don’t need pasta,” Brooke muttered loud enough for you to hear it.

“Fuck you,” you snapped, “I don’t need to deal with your shit anymore.”

“I’m sticking around, sweetheart, so I’d get used to it.”

You nodded, “Okay, sure. You’re barely past a hookup and literally no one wants you here.”

“I want her here,” JJ interrupted.

“And why?” you turned on him, “Why are you so fucking stubborn about this? About her?”

He looked around, seeing everyone’s eyes on your group. Cody and Tyler were leaning back, looking a mix of amused and proud of you. Before JJ could say anything, the hostess interrupted, “Um, if you can’t be quieter, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Make it a table for three,” you told her, motioning at Brooke and JJ, “they’ll be eating elsewhere, they have an anniversary to celebrate.”

She nodded and led you, Cody, and Tyler to a table, leaving Brooke and JJ standing at the front of the restaurant.

-

“Okay, remember what we told you,” Tyler said, picking up the boxes you all had after the meal, “be firm and confident. Tell him what you’re really thinking. Ignore Brooke.”

“Ignore Brooke,” you repeated, nodding.

“Good girl,” Cody affirmed, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

Brooke and JJ were sitting on the curb next to Tyler’s car when the three of you joined them, empty McDonald’s bags on the ground next to them. You couldn’t stop the dig, “So, nice anniversary meal?”

“Ours was great,” Cody added, “best pasta I’ve ever had in my entire goddamn life.”

Brooke rolled her eyes, “Hope you ate more salad than pasta.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Cody asked incredulously.

You were pretty sure she was talking to you because Brooke stuttered out, “Uh, no.”

“Bro,” Cody said, “I swear to god I would be cracking skulls right now, but I hashtag respect women so I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“A hero,” you cooed mockingly at him.

Brooke glared at you, “Can’t talk to me on your own without a buffer now?”

And you were so tired. So fucking tired of dealing with her. You snapped.

“I don’t have to if I don’t fucking want to. All you do is berate me, and send me shitty passive aggressive messages on Instagram, and lie to the people I love. You’re the absolute worst person I’ve ever met in my entire life, I wouldn’t wish dating you on my worst enemies.”

JJ looked like he was going to interrupt, but Cody clapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head, warningly.

You kept going, “One day, JJ is going to wake up and he’s going to see how awful you are. He’s going to realize how miserable you make everyone around you and it’s going to suck for you and for him. I was waiting, I wanted to see it happen, but you know what, it’s just not worth my time.”

“This is insane,” Brooke laughed, a little hysterically, “you’re actually so manipulative.”

But you ignored her and turned to JJ, “I hope you’re so happy. I hope that this girl is worth one of your best friends walking out of your life. I’ve been there for you through shit, man. I’ve been a shoulder to cry on, I’ve been someone at your beck and call, and I’ve been someone who has seen you at your worst and stuck around.”

He was frozen beneath your glare and after a few seconds of waiting on any response, you finished your rant, “Because I’m tired JJ. I’m not going to just myself get hurt for no fucking reason. I never wanted to be that bitch that makes a guy choose, but I’m not in high school anymore, and I won’t be bullied like I am. Choose.”

-

JJ and Brooke decided to stay at a hotel in Charlotte instead of at the same Airbnb with you, Cody, and Tyler. Tyler stopped at a liquor store and picked up wine on the way to the Airbnb and the three of you put on your pajamas, turned on a movie, and drank.

You were laying on the bed between them, thinking about everything that had gone down, and without your permission, the tears started. Tyler noticed first and he paused the movie, sitting up fully to look at you.

“You gonna be okay, bud?”

“I’m sorry for ruining this trip.”

“You didn’t ruin it, Brooke did,” Cody soothed, running a hand up and down your back.

“I feel like it was me though. That’s what she makes me feel like. The intruder, the one who makes things worse, the one who gave an ultimatum. Which may I add, looks even dumber now that he clearly chose her.”

“We could leave them here,” Tyler suggested, “Make them pay for an Uber home.”

You smiled through the tears, “Fuck, that’s so tempting. But I want some moral high ground, I think.”

“We just want you to be happy,” Cody told you, voice soft.

“I am, mostly. But, god, sometimes it’s so hard. It feels so stifling. Like I found my niche, my friends, and then she’s there and she’s ruining it. I hate it so much.”

“Well, we’d never leave you for her,” Tyler soothed.

Cody nodded, “Never, even if we have to ditch Maybank.”

“Shut up,” you told them, smiling slightly.

“Serious,” Cody promised, holding out his pinky. You stared at it before slowly bringing your hand up to link them. Tyler did the same on your other side and you just breathed, both of your pinkies linked, content in the fact that if shit were to go south, they’d have your back.

-

JJ was waiting outside when the three of you pulled up to the hotel, Brooke nowhere in sight. Tyler parked and rolled the window down, “Where’s the spare?”

“She went home,” JJ responded, picking up his bag and walking over to your door, “Can I talk to you?”

“I don’t know, can you,” Cody cut in from the back seat.

You snorted and stepped out to talk to him, “Yeah, can you?”

JJ sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, putting his hands in his pockets nervously.

“There’s a lot to work through,” you told him.

He smiled sadly, “How did we get here?”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you shrugged, “I don’t know, dude, it just sucks.”

“How do we get back?”

Shrugging again, “It’ll take some time. You hurt my feelings so.”

JJ nodded uncomfortably, “Right. Um, maybe start with breakfast tomorrow?”

“Breakfast tomorrow,” you agreed.

[luvidzy]

☆ genre: angst/fluff

☆ pairing: son chaeyoung x reader

☆ summary: mcdonalds with chaeyoung takes a startling turn

☆ word count: 1.6k

☆ listen to: let’s fall in love for tonight by finneas

You grinned as Chaeyoung slid into the seat next to you, smiling as the door shut behind her. 

“Give me the aux cord, now,” Chaeyoung said, putting her hand out as she began scrolling through her Spotify to pull up her playlist. You rolled your eyes as you unplugged your own phone from the car and handed it to Chae.

“You know, I feel like you only use me for my aux cord,” you teased, causing Chae to chuckle as she stuck her tongue out at you. You laughed at her reaction, pulling off of the curb that sat in front of the JYP building. Chae’s playlist immediately began playing, making you begin to tap your fingers against the steering wheel.

Chae began singing softly beside you, leaning herself against the window to look at the bright lights of the city as you guys drove through the streets. This was a normal occurrence for the two of you, though definitely less so now that Chae was an idol. It meant that what was once a weekly late night trip was now monthly, maybe even longer if they were promoting or on tour.

But, honestly, you didn’t care how or when you guys got to get fast food at midnight, as long as you still got to do it, that was okay with you. It was a tradition that you and Chaeyoung had developed before you could even drive, before Chaeyoung was even a trainee, and certainly before Chaeyoung was a big idol with millions of fans that love her. Also a tradition that had happened long before you fell in love with Chaeyoung. Regardless, you were happy to keep the tradition going, even if it meant that you didn’t get to do it as often as you wanted to.

Stopping at one of the red lights that lined the streets, Chae sat up in her seat and turned to you.

“So, what’s the plan? What fast food joint are we terrorizing tonight?” She asked, looking out the front windshield and windows to try and guess where you guys were going. That was the second part of the tradition, though it was a newer part. Ever since Chae had become an idol, her life was planned out for her every single day. So, you always took your nights as the opportunity to surprise her, to go with the flow and do whatever you wanted. On nights like these, she wasn’t Park Chaeyoung, rapper of Twice, she was Chae, your beautiful best friend who could eat 20 chicken nuggets in 10 minutes.

“It’s a surprise. Come on, when have I ever told you ahead of time?” You asked, pressing the gas pedal as the light turned green, causing both you and Chae to fall back into your seats a little bit. Chae huffed, but the smile on her face showed her smile.

“Fine. I guess my fate is in your hands.”

“Damn right it is. And if you don’t stop bothering me, I’m not gonna get you your milkshake.” Chaeyoung faked shock, as you gave her a wink and turned, pulling into the McDonalds drive thru. Chaeyoung smiled, clapping like a little girl as she bounced in her seat.

“Y/N, I could kiss you right now, I’ve been craving McDonalds for the past two weeks!” Chaeyoung exclaimed, pulling out her wallet. You rolled her eyes, put your hand on top of hers, your heart fluttering for a second as Chaeyoung looked up at you with a questioning glance.

“I’m paying. Consider it my congratulations present on your newest comeback.”

“Y/N, our last comeback was a month ago.”

“Your point? I’m paying, Chae, take it or leave it.” Chaeyoung pouted at you, your brain short-circuiting a moment, before you pulled your focus back to your driving, pulling up to the speaker and giving the order you knew by heart. After all you and Chae got the same thing every time you went to McDonalds. Chae was singing along to her playlist as you thanked the worker for your food, smiling as she immediately shoved a fry in her mouth. 

Pulling out of the drive-thru, you turned the music back up, singing along with Chaeyoung. Every once and awhile you would let your gaze drift over to her, smiling softly as she sang and rapped the words to every song. She was always so bright, so talented, and you just being in the same space as her lifted your spirits more than you could ever explain.

The bright lights of the city gradually faded as you drove farther and farther away. It was also tradition that you and Chaeyoung went to your sacred spot to eat your fast food together. The two of you continued to sing as you drove carefully through a small carpath that was built in the forest. The carpath led to a small clearing, right at the edge of a little cliff. The city wasn’t too far in the distance, but it was enough to make you and Chaeyoung feel like you were in your own little world where she wasn’t an idol, and you weren’t an adult with a job that kept you busy.

Turning the car off, you grabbed your drinks and followed Chaeyoung out of the car and into the clearing. You set the drinks down on the hood of your car, before laying out a blanket in front of the car. Chaeyoung sat down quickly, passing out the food as you handed her the milkshake she so desperately wanted.

You spent the first few minutes in silence, both of you focusing on eating your food and observing the view in front of you. It wasn’t until Chaeyoung reached over to steal one of your fries that you turned to look at her.

“I’ve missed this,” you admitted, your voice soft. Chaeyoung looked at you, eyes holding too many questions for you to comprehend. 

“What do you mean? We did this last week,” Chaeyoung said, taking a small nibble of the fry that was in her hands. You shrugged. 

“I know. It just feels like forever, I guess,”

“I guess so. But we should enjoy this while we can.” Chaeyoung’s words took the breath from your chest. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see properly, and all because you knew that in a week's time Chaeyoung would begin touring again, and you’d be left for months alone, getting food by yourself while wondering where in the world Chae was, and how she was doing. It happened every year, but that didn’t make it any easier for you.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” you spoke again, your voice much too soft. Chaeyoung stopped, before reaching over and resting a hand on top of yours. You inhaled sharply, the feeling of her hand on yours too much for you right now. But despite every inch of you screaming to leave before you got hurt, you let her hold your hand, moving closer to you until she was pulling you into a hug.

“I wish I didn’t have to go either. But I’ll text you, and call you, every chance I get,” You laughed coldly at that, pulling away from her hug slightly, tears beginning to build in your eyes.

“You always say that. But then a month into your tour you get too busy for me. And every time I know it’s gonna happen, but some part of me hopes that this will be the time you keep your promise. Do you know what it’s like to love someone, to have loved someone for so long, only to have to wait months until you hear from them again? It’s torture, Chaeyoung. It always has been and it always will be.” Tears poured from your eyes as you move away from her and go to lean against the hood of your car. You press your face into the palm of your hands, trying to figure out what to do next. 

You were drawn from your thoughts as Chaeyoung’s arms brushed against yours, before she pulled you into a hug again. You wanted to resist, to break away, but you just sobbed into her arms and hoped that she would understand you without words. Chaeyoung always had been good at knowing your thoughts and feelings without you saying them. It seemed this time was no different as she pulled away slightly, staring at you with her big brown eyes

Her fingers gently caressed your cheeks, wiping away the tears, before she leaned in slowly, letting you move if you wanted to. But you didn’t, and before you knew it, Chaeyoung’s soft lips were on yours, moving slowly as if she was afraid you would break.

You closed your eyes, relishing in this moment. You had imagined it for so long, been in love with Chaeyoung for so long, and now that she was kissing you, you felt like you were floating. Your hands softly went to rest on her waist, and too quickly Chaeyoung was pulling back to look at you, her eyes soft.

“Y/N, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t know, but that is no excuse. I should have been there, should have shown you how much you meant to me. Please, give me one last chance to prove myself. Let me show you how much I love you, and love having you in my life. Will you let me do that?” Chaeyoung asked, her usually confident and bright voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, giving her a soft smile. Chaeyoung pulled you into her arms for the 3rd time that night, trying to pour all of her feelings into the hug. You hugged her back, squeezing to let her know that you were hearing her, feeling her. 

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was good.

[tounknowndestinations]

I was tagged by @sheliesshattered in a hanging-out-with-your-mutuals game. Thank you my dear!

💕✨create the illusion of hanging out with your mutuals tag game✨💕

are you a morning person?

Not really, I need coffee to take human form after one hour or so. Even tho, lately, I’ve been waking up earlier and earlier, and i can’t get ride off my schedule even during the weekend.

ideal breakfast?

Cup of coffee - Toasts with butter or a pain au chocolat. But I can’t eat until 2 hours after I woke up, my stomach won’t take it, I just drink a cup of coffee in the morning.

favorite warm drink, and how do you take it?

Chai Masala infused in milk. I make my own mix, it took me a long time to find out how it suits me best.

sit in the sunshine or the shade?

Sit in the shade! Always! I can’t stay in the sunshine for too long. I love shades made by trees, that nice mix between shades and sunlight.

favorite baked good?

You mean I have to choose? Nope, I can’t, All of them! Except Pain aux raisins, I can’t with this one, it’s evil.

a song or album that makes you feel at peace?

I got that playlist that helps me feeling better, it goes from DEUs to Rolling Stones, Stephan Eicher, Sigur Ros and so on. Whenever I’m down, angry, sad, exhausted, that playlist brings me back to my balanced setting. Amazing how some songs can make you cry or feel confident, it depends on what I need at the time.

take a walk with your friends or read a book next to a friend on the sofa?

I like the comfortable silence with someone, it means to me that I trust that person to the bones and that words aren’t always needed. So read a book next to a friend on the sofa it is.

what tasks do you gravitate to when making a meal with others?

Making salad dressing, stirring boiling things, or doing the dishes.

a chore that if someone completed it for you you’d love them forever?

VACUUM!!! Next big purchase, one of this robot!

favorite board/card game to play with friends?

One of my friends taught me how to play to Awalé then offered me a board for one of my birthdays a long time ago. It’s been a while since I haven’t played.

what kind of snacks/candy do you want at a movie theater?

NONE! Please, thank you! I don’t go to movie theatres that serve food, i refuse to do so, i love my little theatres where no food is served, and the room isn’t smelling chicken nuggets or popcorn, or that i can hear “crunch crunch” when i watch a movie. What a strange and uncomfortable trend (yes, i realise I sound old and petty...).

bar with live music or bar with a pool table?

Rather a bar with live music, also a bar after a play in the theatre or an opening exhibition, I used to go there. I miss it a lot.

go-to wine/cider/beer/cocktail?

Rosé or red wine, amber beer or mojito. Nowadays, I’ll go for a tiny glass of wine, or non-alcohol cocktails.

go-to bar food?

Me too ! Onion rings, my beloved!

are you tending the fire, looking at the stars, or singing campfire/folk songs?

Looking at the stars. It’s so rare tho.

a favorite Scripture verse or prayer?

I am not christian or any other faith believer, I was taught to try and believe in myself before any other given beliefs, scriptures or Gods. What it really means to me, isn’t involving things to follow or to listen to. it’s more like things to feel, knowing there are things we don’t comprehend yet which are obviously there even if we can’t see them, and being in synch with it all. It’s more like a journey rather than something written centuries ago to pray to.

are you the person begging to go to just one more bar/sing one more song, the person staying up late talking about love and the universe, or the person who fell asleep hours before anyone else?

I’m the one to go to bed before everyone else, yep that’s me.

I’ll tag @impossible-stardust @roseoswiins, @timetravellerscat @just4xu @tyrion-daenerys if you guys feel like playing. 😀

[isolemnlyswearpevensie]

Lightning in a Bottle | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None :)

Time/Era: Modern AU

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Music is Edmund’s love language, apparently. 

Request: Hey! Could you possibly do a cute high school au with Edmund? Maybe they’re both crushing on each other and everyone knows except themselves, anything you wanna do really haha 😂 thanksss :)

A/N: Thanks for the request!!  God, I love Edmund so much. And here, we have indie boi Ed. This oneshot is inspired by  Electric Love by Børns. (Specifically, the video linked) This is one of my favorite songs, and I thought it fit the indie-main-character-high-school vibe :) I didn’t really nail the “everyone knows but them” thing, but still crushes! Enjoy ~

masterlist | here is a playlist of the songs in the mixtape mentioned | read on ao3

Edmund Pevensie was obsessed with listening to music, particularly with old musical technology. While it wasn’t uncommon to have a fascination with cassette tapes or vinyl records, it hit a special chord within Edmund’s heart. Something about listening to music, old and new, on the outdated tech made the music sound better, hit harder, and stick in his mind better. He was the type of guy who took the AUX on long car rides to play one of his thousand Spotify playlists. 

Another notable thing about Edmund was that he was very intelligent with very high standards for himself. He was a natural at academics, having been in advanced classes since he was young, and he was the guy everyone hated in math class. After dozing off in class, and mouthing off to the teacher every now and again, he still came out as the teacher’s favorite and a straight-A student. 

The majority of the time, though, he tended to keep to himself. While he was genuinely liked by his peers and was rather charming, he didn’t really consider anyone his friend. Unlike his older brother, Peter, he liked to remain closer to the shadows with earbuds in his ears. He knew he could never fill his brother’s shoes; Peter had basically come into Cair Paravel High School to be captain of the soccer team. He was so good that even though his grades were subpar at best, he received a full-ride scholarship to Archenland University to study sports medicine and play on their soccer team. 

Then there was his older sister, Susan, who won her Student Body President campaign by a landslide. Everyone liked Susan; she was patient, gentle, and got along with pretty much everyone. She too got a pretty large scholarship to Beruna State College and is double majoring in child education and European history. 

Finally, there was Edmund’s little sister, Lucy. She was only a freshman at Cair Paravel, and very into student council. Edmund thought she was practically made to be an ASB kid; she was excited, friendly, and much too kind. Lucy made the switch to high school seamlessly and had a big group of friends by the time the final bell rang on the first day. 

Edmund was a senior now and he couldn’t wait to get out of high school. The people were unintelligent, he was constantly compared to his siblings and he was ready to start his life. Edmund had high ambitions to become a lawyer, specifically criminal law. He didn’t really have much to leave behind at this school, so he was just trying to get through it as soon as possible.

One thing he would miss was the quiet girl that sat behind him in his music appreciation class. Edmund didn’t really want to take the class, but at the last minute, he discovered he needed to fulfill an arts credit to graduate. He appreciated music and liked easy classes, so he chose this one. Little did he know it was mostly analyzing classical pieces. 

Y/N was super cute in Edmund’s eyes. She always mumbled sarcastic comments whenever their easily excitable teacher, Mr. Tumnus, would stretch when over-analyzing a stanza of music. By the time October passed, Edmund had grown quite fond of the girl. She almost always was reading a comic book of some sort instead of paying attention in class. Y/N even ended up lending Edmund a few for his viewing pleasures; he always made sure to return them in the exact condition he received them. Batman seemed to Y/N’s favorite. 

Y/N loved watching Edmund write. He held his pencil wrong and always had ink smudged all over his hand. Maybe it was because he was a leftie, or maybe it was because he wrote too fast. Probably a little bit of both. His handwriting was also weirdly slanted to the right, which didn’t make any sense to Y/N. He was left-handed but his letters slanted to the right? Not the mention how half of it was in cursive and half of it was in print. It was definitely messy but, oddly enough, still intelligible. 

“What are you listening to?” Y/N asked Edmund. “Better not be Christmas music. Christmas was last month.”

Edmund pulled an earbud out of his left ear and turned so he was sitting horizontally in his chair. He leaned an arm on the top of her desk and grinned. “Currently, I’m listening to Can I Call You Tonight? By Dayglow. What are you reading?” 

“Currently, I’m reading Volume 1 of The New Teen Titans,” Y/N copied Edmund. “I’ve never heard of Dayglow, are they good?” 

Edmund smiled, offering her his earbuds. “Listen and see for yourself.” 

As she listened Edmund searched her face for any clue to what she’s thinking. Her face housed a small smile so he concluded that she enjoyed it. Once the song ended, she took out one of his earbuds and placed it on her desk. 

“I like it,” She concluded, listening to the next song. 

“Good, so do I. It fits my mood for today.”

“What’s got you so happy today? You have a great way of showing happiness, by the way.” Edmund was dressed in all black with his hood up. Edmund rolled his eyes. 

“What I can’t be in a good mood?” 

“I never said that, Pevensie. You just look very Edmund-y today.” Y/N pulled the other earbud out of her head and held them out to him.

“No, keep listening. I’ll play some music for you throughout class and maybe you can tell me what you think at the end?” He pulled his hood off of his head and smoothed out his hair. “And what do you mean Edmund-y?”

“I don’t know, all black, hood up, dead look in your eyes.” 

“I don’t have a dead look in my eyes!” Y/N giggled at her own joke. “Just for that, I’m going to take this.” He snatched the open comic book that laid open on her desk. 

For the remainder of the class, Edmund dictated what Y/N listened to from his phone. He played everything from The Beatles, to The 1975, to COIN, to Duran Duran. Every now and then, Edmund would peek his head back to see her eyes glued to the back of his head. Her body swayed to the music almost lazily, and a smile graced her features. For some reason that made his stomach feel fuzzy. 

She returned his earbuds at the end of class, and he returned her comic. 

“That was fun,” Y/N complimented, shoving her materials into her bag. “I like the get better song you played.”

“I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers,” Edmund corrected her as they left the classroom. Music Appreciation was the class of the day for them, seeing as they were seniors who left at lunch, so the two started making their way towards the parking lot. 

“You have to meet your sister right?” Y/N asks, pulling out her I.D. so she could leave campus. “The really sweet freshman girl? Honestly, you two are so different I wouldn’t have guessed you were siblings.” 

“Oh, Lucy, yeah. We grab lunch every Thursday before I drop her back off for the remainder of her classes.” The two showed their I.D.’s to the campus aid and walked into the parking lot. 

“That’s sweet. We should grab lunch sometime, or something. It could be fun! We could do our analysis questions about Bach.” Y/N started to walk in the opposite direction and Edmund felt his cheeks warm. Luckily, Y/N’s back was now towards him. 

“Yeah, sure. Don Giovanni, right?” 

Y/N’s laughter could be heard as she grew further away. “That’s Motzart, Pevensie!”

Edmund shook his head and met Lucy. She was leaning against his car looking bored. 

“Who was that? Is that your girlfriend?” Lucy asks, opening the door once Edmund unlocks the car. This made his cheeks flush more. 

“No, she’s just the girl that sits behind me in Tumnus,” Edmund puts the key in the ignition and starts the engine. 

“Then why are you blushing?”

“I’m not, Lucy. It’s just hot in the car, it’s been sitting out here for ages.”

~

 One day in the middle of March when Y/N walked into Music Appreciation, she noticed a small rectangle box on her desk. Upon opening it, she found a cassette and a note. The note looked as if it was typed using a typewriter. 

Y/N,

I’m not very good when it comes to words, but I’m good when it comes to music. Hopefully, this says it all. Enjoy, my love. 

Side A //

Electric Love / Børns

I Love You So / The Walters

Fallingforyou / The 1975

Your Song /  Elton John

Someone To You / BANNERS

Side B //

Babe, Can I Call? / The Hunna

Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy) / The 1975

Luv, Hold Me Down / Drowners

love somebody like you / joan

TV Dream / Larkins

Y/N didn’t recognize most of the songs, but just reading the titles made her blush. 

“Mr. Tumnus? Did you happen to see who left this on my desk?” She held up the cassette so he could see. He shook his head. 

“No, sorry.”

Other students started to trickle in and soon the bell rang, no trace of Edmund. It wasn’t uncommon for him to skip this class, it was basically pointless, but it made Y/N sad every time he wasn’t there. 

The door swings open and a drenched Edmund steps into the classroom. Without even looking up, Mr. Tumnus addresses him. 

“You’re late again, Mr. Pevensie.”

“Sorry, I got stuck behind a group of Sophmore girls who wouldn’t move.”

“In the rain?” Mr. Tumnus raised an eyebrow.

“No, if it was in the rain I would be wet right now, sir.”

He plopped into his seat and started raking his hands through his wet hair. His cheeks were slightly rosey, as were his nose. His lips were pinker than usual and they stayed slightly parted. Hair stuck to his forehead as he ran his fingers ran through it and the hair on the nape of his neck dripped down his back. Y/N had to stop herself from staring at him with her jaw unhinged. 

“What’s that?” He whispered, noticing the open present on Y/N’s desk. He had taken up sitting horizontal in his chair at all times so he could more easily talk to Y/N. 

“It’s a mixtape. It was left on my desk when I got here,” Y/N responded and handed him the note. Edmund took it and began to read; his eyes scanned the paper and his lips moved slightly as he read. Y/N couldn’t help her this time, so she allowed herself to stare. His lips were always so pink and so puffy. She fantasized about how soft they must be. 

“Wow, looks like someone really likes you,�� He comments, placing the paper back on her desk. “Do you have a cassette player?”

Y/N didn’t even consider that. Who the hell has a cassette player in the year 2020? Apparently, her answer was evident on her face, and Edmund chuckles. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a walkman and a pair of earbuds. 

“Here, you can have mine. I got a new one last month and I don’t really use this one as much.”

Oh, Edmund has a cassette player in the year 2020. 

Y/N smiled, taking the player from his hand. “Thanks, Ed.”

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out on those songs. Whoever made that has good taste, you’re lucky.” 

~

When Y/N got home tonight, she took out her walkman. It sat easily in her palm, just big enough for the cassette to fit inside. On the bottom, “E.P.” was scratched into the plastic. She smiled and put her mixtape inside. 

As she listened, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to Edmund. They had grown much closer in the past few months, even going lengths to hang out outside of school. Y/N learned that not only was Edmund extremely intelligent, but he was the funniest person Y/N had ever met. He always had a sarcastic comeback or joke to offer her, no matter the subject. He had also let many of his walls down, letting Y/N get to know him better. It all felt so comfortable and natural. No longer was he just the cute guy from Music Appreciation, but he was the pain in the ass that Y/N had fallen for. And Y/N had fallen hard. 

Against her first impression of the mixtape, Y/N had actually heard all of these songs. After the first day in January, Edmund had lent her his earbuds near-daily and she would listen to whatever he played for her. Her eyes widened. 

Why would Edmund carry around a cassette player he didn’t use? And to school for that matter? And the note; it was typed because Edmund had such distinct handwriting! Y/N rewound the cassette and listened to it again. Why didn’t she realize in the moment?

~

“Hello, Y/N,” Edmund greeted in the parking lot the morning, he happened to park next to Y/N. He gripped the coffee in his hand and got his backpack in the trunk. “How are you on this fine morning?”

“Tired, I stayed up, like, half the night listening to that cassette I got yesterday.” Y/N slung her own backpack over her shoulder. He closed his trunk and locked his car. 

“Yeah? And what did you think?” The two started walking towards the building. 

“I thought that the songs all sounded oddly familiar.”

Edmund took a long sip of his coffee. “Like you’ve heard them before?” 

“Mmhm,” Y/N hummed and walked onto campus. She held one of the straps of her backpack as she walked. “Almost as if this dumbass guy I know played them for me a while back,” Y/N’s voice was teasing and light. 

“Yeah? Who is this guy?” Y/N stopped walking and looked up at Edmund. 

“Thanks for the mixtape, Ed.” 

“Whaaaat...just because this guy has great taste in love songs doesn’t mean it was me. I’m flattered though, really,” Edmund took another long sip of his coffee. 

“Oh, what a pity. I actually got excited when I figured out it was you. Considering normal people don’t just carry cassette players in their backpacks. Especially not ones they don’t use anymore.” Y/N’s voice was thick with sarcasm. 

“Excited?”

“Yeah. I’ve kinda liked that Edmund guy for a while, but he doesn’t like me back so…”  

“You like me back?” Edmund was grinning from ear to ear. 

“Yes, babe, I like you back. I have since October since I started letting you borrow my comics,”

Edmund placed his coffee on a bench and pulled Y/N closer to him by the hips. 

“October, huh?” Y/N smiled bashfully at Edmund’s tone but nodded. 

“What? You’re cute, I couldn’t help myself. Plus, now you make me cute mixtapes.”

Edmund leans down and places his lips against hers. They were just as soft as she had imagined. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers quickly finding the hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls away and leans his forehead against hers. 

“Be my girlfriend, then?”

“You nerd,” Y/N took a small step forwards and pecked his lips again. “I would love to.”

[honeypirate]

Lettuce leaf

Schmoking with Kaminari

Warnings: smoking weed. Doing the drug.

Denki Kaminari x female reader

This is supposed to be last year at UA

Unedited

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Mina made eye contact with Ochako, who knew immediately what she was saying with her eyes and nodded with a smirk, Ochako immediately ran up to you, taking your hand and kneeling down “Denki I love you” she sings, Mina taking your other hand in a dramatic flare as she sings “Denki I Dooooooo!” Then at the same time they sing “when we’re apart I think only of youuuuu” you’re horrified, your cheeks blushing red as a tomato, cursing yourself for choosing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for your last movie night, it just gave them so much more ammo with their teases. “guys!! Shut! Up! What if he hears you!?” You whisper/yell at them as they just laugh at you. You were standing in the common room kitchen space as they put together a fancy punch for the party they were having, you just happened to be asking if Denki was coming and they just started teasing you. So what if he’s been all you could practically talk about for the last month? It doesn’t mean anything. Just because you’ve been hanging out more and sneaking up to the roof together to smoke a joint every once in a while(every night). You were just friends.

“Geez y/n! I think would be good if he did hear us tho! Then you could go on a date! That would be so fun!” Mina exclaimed with excitement as she poured sprite into a big punch bowl, Ochako nodded as she added pink lemonade to the mix “if you feel comfortable in doing so, I think you should tell him how you feel” she adds with a knowing smile, she was in a similar boat with Deku for awhile before they both confessed.

“Tell who how who feels?” Kiri says as he comes into the room, followed by Mineta and Denki, “What?” Denki asks “Ochako just said to “tell him how you feel” and now I’m curious” Kirishima says. You slowly take a deep inhale watching this all unfold, a slow exhale as you think of what to say. “Hey boys!” You say and force an easy smile on your face, praying you don’t blush too much, “they have this taken care of so how about we go choose the music or something!” You suggest and send a look back at the girls as you lead them out of the kitchen space, after you’re a good ways away you hear them bust up laughing.

“Denki, would you mind choosing one of your playlists? You have a good mix and I trust it” you chuckle, thinking of the time Mineta played his sex playlist making everyone uncomfortable. You hold out the aux cord “you like my music?” He asks and you nod “I do. I was gonna ask you to send me your playlist actually, since we all hung out in your room last week” you don’t miss the blush that creeps up on his cheeks, it makes your heart skip at how cute he looked.

After everyone in the dorm showed up you all talked and hung out, danced a little, and when everyone was distracted with karaoke you got Denki’s attention and then motioned with your head toward the stairs. His eyes light up in recognition and he nods once. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you make your way to the stairwell, heading up to your room to grab your stuff since it was your night to bring the joint. When you make it back to the stairwell he’s coming up them “perfect timing” he says, holding too cups of punch, and you smile.

The first time you smoked together it was because you were the only one who showed up when he sent his message to the group chat, every other time after that he only invited you. It became your thing together, even if you didn’t smoke you’d still go up there to talk and sometimes just sit in the quiet with a friend.

The more you talked to him the more you fell for him, getting past the horny tornado on the surface of his personality has shown you a completely different Denki than you originally thought. He was sweet and thoughtful and he is extremely loyal to his friends. You knew you liked him when you stopped caring that mineta was there when you hung out, you just wanted to be around Kaminari.

“God this is nice” you say as you exhale the smoke, passing the joint to Kaminari, the sounds of bugs in the trees and the moon above, this was one of your favorite parts of the day. He blows his smoke out, the wind blowing it away in a twirl “it really is” he says softly, his fingers brushing against yours as the joint passes between you, the electric sparks up your forearm not the fault of his quirk.

You sit side by side on the ground, leaning against the wall by the door, your legs out in front of you and crossed at your ankles. He legs were out straight, his left thigh pressed against yours, his warmth radiating into your skin through your jeans. You stay quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being the inhale and exhale of your hits and the sound your arms made when they brushed to pass the joint. “I look forward to this every day” his voice soft next to you, breaking the silence and giving you goosebumps. You let out the smoke and turn to him with a smile “I do too” you admit and he takes the joint from your fingers. “What was Ochako saying earlier? Who do you want to tell your feelings to?” He knew it was about you, the way you blushes and quickly made them leave, he could tell you were flustered. He just hoped and prayed it was him you all were talking about. He holds the joint to your lips and you inhale, grateful for you few seconds to think about your response. “You” you whisper, deciding to be honest since it was the perfect opportunity.

The joint was now a small nub with probably one hit left, he lifts it to his lips while maintaining eye contact and takes the last hit, flicking the end off and giggling. “wanna try something?” He asks without letting out much of the smoke, you raise your eyebrows “sure” you whisper and he reaches up, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up as he leans down, pressing his lips into yours and nudges your mouth open with his own, you comply with his demands although your brain has basically short wired. He giggles as he slowly gives you the smoke from his lungs, a bit escaping past your lips until you realize you’re supposed to inhale, you hold back your giggles and raise your left hand, bringing it to the back of his neck and burying it in his soft hair.

When he pulls back, you’re smiling wistfully up at him, your whole body tingling. His hand still on your cheek as he gazes down at you through hooded bloodshot eyes. You exhale through your nose and the smoke floats up between your faces. “What exactly did you want to try? The smoke or..?” He laughs, a soft chuckle from deep in his chest, it makes your cheeks flush even more than they already were. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, the smoke was just a fun idea” he admits and brushes his thumb across your cheek bone. “Hey Denki, do you wanna try something?” You ask with a smirk and he chuckles “what?” He chuckles and you laugh as you put your left leg across him, straddling his legs now with your hands on his shoulders. You smile down at him, his other hand coming up to rest on the back of your thigh as he smiles back at you, his eyes have a sweet glint in them and he’s looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

You cup his cheek and then rub your thumb across his bottom lip “I want to kiss you again” he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your thumb still on his lip, butterflies fill your chest at his confession and you close the short distance between your lips, you tried to go slow and soft but the moment your lips touched you couldn’t help melting into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as he licks your bottom lip. You moan as his tongue slips inside of your mouth, the taste of weed and a hint of lemonade from the punch

When you pull back to catch your breath you slide down in his lap slightly to lay your head on his shoulder, both of your chests heaving as you panted. “Y/n?” His voice was quiet and he started to softly scratch your back up and down over your shirt “Denki?” You start to pepper soft kisses on his neck and he takes a deep contented breath as butterflies race in his veins, “be my girlfriend” he says with a smile, looking up at the stars as he holds you close to him. “What?” you say without hesitation, less than a second after he finished saying it, causing him to laugh, you lean up and look into his eyes “you mean it?” You ask and he nods “I can’t stop thinking about you and I always miss you. I was going to just ask you out on a date but really all of these times up here could be considered dates. I want you to be my girlfriend now” He smiles and adds “as well as take you out on a date tomorrow night” you giggle in excitement “of course I will be your girlfriend! But I can’t go out tomorrow night I’m supposed to help Mina with our project” you say and he laughs, reaching up and playing with your hair “let’s go after then. Or we can just hang out in my room and watch a movie” he suggests and you blush, knowing already that you’ll just end up kissing the whole time. Then you blush even deeper remembering that he still is a horny tornado. You get a shiver and then cuddle closer to him again “we should get back to the party before they send someone looking. Do you think we could stop by your room and you can lend me a hoodie?” you grin and he chuckles “I would love nothing more than to you in my clothes” his words have a deeper meaning, you just know it. You slap his shoulder and laugh before standing up, taking his hand and helping him up as well.

“You’re so beautiful” he says when you pull on one of his hoodies, the hood up over your head and your eyes looking at him bloodshot and obviously high as shit. “Thank you” your voice is shy and you blush as he looks at you with so much adoration. He cups your cheeks with both hands and kisses you again, the breath rushing from your lungs and electricity surging through your veins. You hum happily when he pulls back, your hands holding on to his wrists as he holds your face. “Can we just listen to some music and stay here?” You whisper and he chuckles “a woman after my own heart. Of course we can do that” he takes your hand and pulls you to his bed, kicking off his shoes and laying down, pulling you on top of him and holding you to his chest “Alexa! play ‘songs that remind me of her’ on Spotify” you look up at him and quirk your eyebrows as music starts playing “her is you” he says with a blush “you have a playlist of songs that remind you of me?” You’re a little shocked, that was such a cute thing to do. He nods shyly and you kick your shoes off, pushing your toes into the bed and connecting your lips with his. “You’re really the best” you whisper when you pull away, laying your head on his chest.

“I really think my life would be improved if I had a fake hand” he says out of the blue, most likely an effect of the drug. You bust up laughing and brace yourself on his chest, reaching in your pocket and pulling out your phone. “Hold on I have to put that on the Twitter.” You can’t stop chuckling as you type out the tweet. After the first time you smoked with him you made a Twitter page just to tweet out things Kaminari says when he’s high. You chuck your phone across the bed and then look at him “okay. Explain” he’s still giggling “I mean think of it! The amount of jokes I could make. I could have several different options and I could make one metal to conduct my electricity. Could you imagine if I shook someone’s hand and mine came off? I would always be bringing attention to it and making jokes. It would be a constant laugh! Imagine Mr. Aizawa if I raised my hand it flew off across the room!” You can’t stop the giggle fit you’re now in “god you’re so adorable” you say and he stops, flipping you over and leaning over you now as he smiles “uno reverse” he barely gets out that sentence before he’s laughing again, leaning down into your neck as you laugh hard with him, your cheeks burning from smiling so hard “an adorable idiot I mean”

[ghost-in-the-stalls]

Neil Josten's Playlist Part 1: Andrew

Masterpost and link to the playlist in its entirety

These songs are going to be the biggest chunk of the playlist. Are we surprised?

Okay here we go:

1. Take Me To Church - Hozier

I was not joking about Neil being a Hozier fan. You cannot tell me this boy doesn’t hear this song on the radio and immediately think of Andrew. Every time it came on he’d make sure the radio stayed on the station so he could listen all the way through. It got overplayed but he’s probably the only person in the world who never got sick of it at the time. He got used to listening to the same songs over and over again with his mom, so he's even comforted by repeating songs now.

5. Stay - Rihanna & Mikky Ekko

So one night, after several nightmares within the span of a few hours, Neil wasn’t too proud to admit that he absolutely wasn’t going to get any decent sleep that night. Andrew took him on a long drive without even having to be asked. The silence was shoving Neil even further into his thoughts, so Andrew turned on the radio. He settled on a station that was playing softer music that Neil probably wouldn’t hate, and he just kept driving. Once this song came on, Neil became enamored with it. It’s another one of those songs that makes him think of Andrew, but it’s more because he listens to the lyrics and realizes Andrew has said half of these things to him. It’s now a song that, even years later when he and Andrew are living in separate states and desperately trying to land contracts with the same team, Neil listens to on bad nights.

6. River - Bishop Briggs

Listen... this is just another really solid Andreil song.......... and I’m absolutely positive this is a song that Neil would like. Let me have this.

For Neil everything with Andrew is simultaneously loud and quiet and intense and gentle and hard and soft. He’s never known someone to make him feel so much yet calm him down from panic to nothing so smoothly. Even their intimacy holds so much complexity and weight to it. This is a song I feel like Andrew introduced him to, because it absolutely makes him think of Neil too (not that he'd say that out loud).

8. Dreams - The Cranberries

Renee likes the Cranberries and she got Andrew into them too. Andrew pretends this song doesn’t make him think about Neil but no one is actually fooled by that when they catch him listening to it. Least of all Neil because he feels the same thing listening to the lyrics. Not much explanation past that. Neil vibes with this song right from the opening lyrics (”Oh, my life is changing every day in every possible way”), to the comparison of a lover to a dream (he still remembers when Andrew called him a pipedream, even if he didn’t understand at the time), to the vocal breaks in the middle and at the end where it just sounds like someone singing their soul right out of their body.

Neil is a private person and not someone to ever scream his love from rooftops. But that doesn’t mean the concept doesn’t hit him deep. He’s been through a lot and he’s come out the other end with a love of his own that’s deeper and more than anything he ever imagined. His lack of expressing passion about most things (Andrew) doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel incredibly passionate about certain things in a way that cuts deep. He found love and it’s incredible

12. Easily - Bruno Major

I've mentioned this previously, but I hc that Andrew and Neil almost broke up in Neil’s last year at Palmetto. Not going to get into it, but this song had a big part in pulling Neil through that whole year, ESPECIALLY the situation with Andrew. Maybe I’ll make a separate, more detailed post about that sometime. But basically I hc that neither of them were in good spots emotionally. And Andrew was very close to giving up on everything - including Neil.

They managed to pull through and stop one another from giving up on it all, even when things got really hard.

15. Sunlight - Hozier

No I’m not done with the Hozier songs. Did I say I was done with the Hozier songs? Not gonna happen.

Anyway so the story of this song is he was talking with Allison and Nicky once about music and their SOs (well he was listening more than talking but he wasn’t ignoring them), and Nicky outright asked him if there was a song that made him think of Andrew. He’d heard this one for the first time recently and it was just the most recent of many songs that make him think of Andrew, so he threw it out there to humor them. They hadn’t heard it but were very doubtful that any song titled “Sunlight” could have anything to do with Andrew at all, so he showed it to them. They didn’t really change their minds and instead Allison went on another tirade about how Neil is gone for Andrew in a way that Andrew couldn’t possibly be for him and how she was worried for him. Nicky stood up for his cousin a bit, but ultimately was still agreeing with Allison to a degree that Neil may be expecting more than what Andrew could give him blah, blah, blah.

Neil wasn’t happy. Instead he found himself latching onto this song even further and becoming even more assured that it was a song for Andrew. Just because the others refused to understand who Andrew really is and the ways he’s learning to grow and heal and the fact that he’s someone worth loving god dammit, doesn’t mean Andrew is the monster they make him out to be.

For a while afterwards, he’ll put this song on if he’s ever given the aux cord. Because he’s petty. If Andrew catches on to what he’s trying to do, he never says anything.

19. Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

This is definitely a song that makes Neil think of Andrew, though he'd never tell him that. They have both played both parts in this song, and it makes Neil's heart ache to think of all the bad nights that they weren't there for one another - whether it was distance or stubbornness or just general shitty circumstance. They both can get so trapped in their own heads in different (and sometimes similar) ways, and they're relationship has really been built in a lot of ways on the depth of emotional support they've learned to give one another in rough times. That steadiness, that presence that stays by you and keeps you grounded even when you want to crawl out of your own skin and hide somewhere far away. That is what they give one another.

24. Day After Day - Badfinger

This is another one he used to listen to with his mother, but he didn't really latch onto it until his final year at Palmetto when he and Andrew were doing long-distance. He learned in that year just how sentimental he had become in some ways. He finds it in the bone-deep longing he gets on late nights when he just wishes he could lie in bed next to Andrew - because he knew that's when he sleeps best. He'd listen to this song and let himself wallow for a little while, and then eventually put it away and carry on because he didn't have the time to slow down and feel things too hard.

Things are much better now and he doesn't feel as bad when he listens to the song. It's just a pleasant sound he leans into sometimes.

26. Don't Dream It's Over - Crowded House

This is another one that he first heard from his mother, but kept for himself without allowing it to be stained with her memory. It is one of those ones he listened to a great deal during his last year when things with Andrew got hard. He committed himself to not letting him go or breaking off what they had unless Andrew ever directly asked him to. He couldn't find it in himself to ever do that.

This song reminds him of that commitment and helps him stay strong with it, for better or worse. Everyone was convinced from the beginning that either Neil was bad for Andrew (Aaron) or Andrew was bad for Neil (everyone else except Renee and Nicky basically). This reminds him that he knows Andrew better. He knows HIMSELF better. He knows they aren't perfect, but he refuses to let himself fall into their blocked mentality where they choose to be blind to the reality of Andrew's character (or his own for that matter). He knows they are good together. He knows they help one another, they don't hold each other back. And he refuses to give up on them unless Andrew asks him to.

28. How Deep Is Your Love - The Bird and The Bee

This is another final-year-at-Palmetto one. He stumbles across this song while listening to one of Robin's playlists while he was driving her to practice. Listen to the lyrics and hear just how Andreil this song is. It fits so well, and Neil has to pull over and collect himself for a moment when he first hears it. It had been an especially rough week and he'd been struggling trying to balance giving Andrew space and support with communicating his own needs. This gives him the push he needs. He calls him later that night to talk and their time apart starts getting a bit more bearable for it.

29. TALK ME DOWN - Troye Sivan

This was Andrew's song that made him think of Neil. In every way. He found it while they were doing long distance. Neil first heard it on a midnight drive they took while he was visiting Andrew. They didn't say anything, but they didn't need to. Neil eventually asked him why he listens to this one when his taste is usually much louder stuff. He was expecting a stoically-delivered joke denying any potential relation to Neil or a comment about how Nicky got it stuck in his head or something while they were video chatting one weekend. Instead, Andrew just responded "You know why."

Neil stored the song away to listen to later on when they were once again sleeping in separate beds in separate states, knowing Andrew was probably listening to it as well.

38. Talking Bird - Death Cab for Cutie

Neil doesn't know why this song makes him emotional (yes he does). He doesn't know what it is about it that feels like it cuts so deep (it's because Andrew sent it to him). He doesn't get why Andrew showed it to him (it's because Andrew asked him to stay, but would never force him to if he ever did decide to run). He just listens and feels comforted.

44. I'm so Tired - Lauv & Troye Sivan

This is another one Neil found when he and Andrew were doing long distance. It was a bit of a rocky time for them and there were several of those make-or-break moments. You know, the kind any relationship has where you either pull through it together and are stronger for it, or end things where they are and go your separate ways. I imagine - during a particularly rough patch - Neil heard this song from one of his underclassmen roommates. He was thinking about Andrew (when is he not) and part of him wondered if Andrew was better off finding guys in bars to take home and have no connection to. It was a spiteful moment of self-pity that he let himself indulge in before coming to his senses and giving Andrew a call to smooth things over a bit.

He still listens back to the song sometimes. It has a nice, soft, smooth feeling to it. Now when he listens to it, he finds himself focusing more on the singer asking their lover to take them home so they can move forward because they're too tired to fight. He remembers how, when he and Andrew have reached that point, they've continuously chosen to fall back to one another instead of pulling away. It's a very comforting thought for him.

45. NFWMB - Hozier

I don't even know if I have to explain this one.

There are a lot of things that Andrew and Neil see in one another, but I think one major thing is how strong they both are in their own ways. Neither of them are someone you want to fuck with. This song is perfect for that.

And, once again I will say, Neil is a Hozier fan and I'll die on this hill.

50. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Another Hozier song look at that

Anyway this is song encapsulates exactly how Andrew feels about Neil repeatedly choosing Andrew (at least, how he feels about it in the beginning of their relationship). And Neil isn't blind to this at all. What he also isn't blind to (but that he knows Andrew forgets sometimes) is how Neil is also the stray Andrew showed too much kindness. Andrew is as stuck with Neil as Neil is making himself stuck with Andrew.

51. Love Lies - Khalid & Normani

If asked why he likes this song, he'd say it's because Matt showed it to him and it reminds him of Matt and Dan's inspiring relationship. There are very few people he'd admit the truth to.

Something about the song feels too typical and approachable to admit applying to him and Andrew. They don't have a "normal" relationship and there are a lot of norms they don't stick to. Neither of them are ashamed of that in any capacity (as they absolutely shouldn't be), and ultimately it just feels very strange to them both to consider what's between them as being on the same level of what other's have. Not necessarily in a better-worse context, more just an acknowledgment of stark differences.

But I think Neil also experiences a certain level of comfort when he catches himself relating to other "normal" people. So when he finds himself thinking of Andrew when he hears this song, he's not going to ignore that or let it go. He may, however, keep it to himself for a while. It just feels nice to do that.

72. 99 Luftballons - Nena

As a general rule, Neil doesn't like loud music. This one is an exception (though "loud" may be a bit of a stretch here) because he once got to hear Andrew singing along to it in the car late at night.

Andrew does that sometimes, sings along to songs when it's just him and Neil. It's never with a great deal of gusto or volume, more so just a soft mumble on a late night drive to ground them both. This song came on on a particularly rough night, but by the end of it Andrew was singing along louder than he ever did. Still not saying much, but it was a noticeable change to Neil.

Neil knows he was allowed to see something special that night - Andrew allowing himself to let out something he was feeling. Neil got to see Andrew in what amounts to a moment of vulnerability for him. It means the world to him.

74. Gooey - Glass Animals

This song makes Neil feel the way Andrew makes him feel. There's no other way to describe it. When it's just the two of them and they have moments of quiet intimacy, there's a specific feeling Neil starts getting - float-y but secure. Like he'd drift away if it weren't for an invisible string Andrew was holding.

If Andrew caught Neil humming this song one night as he fell asleep, unaware, he kept quiet about it.

75. Turn - The Wombats

This song Neil keeps because it's one Andrew specifically sent him. He didn't give an explanation, just "for your playlist, rabbit".

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An argentinian playlist of sorts

I’ve been avoiding Tumblr this past days. Mostly because I felt like I was spending too much time here and it was keeping me from other things. I guess I was also kind of tired of it, social media is always a bit like that if you don’t manage it correctly.

But anyway, another reason was that I didn’t really like how much time I was spending thinking in english and just focusing a lot on US shows and news and all that. And I’ve been collecting nice pictures and poems I find here - I use them to make collages for myself and my friends- but now I check my inspiration folder and everything is in english! I mean, it’s lovely, those poems are really special, but spanish is my mother tongue.

So. I’m still kind of avoiding the site and the fandoms. But. I come with some stuff I want to share instead.

Here’s a “playlist” of some argentinian songs I love.  All of these songs are in spotify. and i have many playlists but my user name is my full name so..I’m just going to share the names and the youtube links (I tried to find the official ones, but sometimes they don’t exist). It’s not in any particular order. And I don’t know how to describe music so, sorry :/ Most of these songs would be considered “argentinian rock”.

Juntos a la par – Pappo ( <333)

Seguir viviendo sin tu amor – Luis Alberto Spinetta (one of the best known argentinian rock songs)

Querido Coronel Pringles – Celeste Carballo (“coronel pringles” is the town where this artist spent her childhood. She moved to the city of Buenos Aires in high school, so this song is about being tired of the city and about feeling homesick. Dare I say #cottagecore…? jajaj no, that’s not really right. Anyway, she’s considered one of the great voices of argentinian rock.) 

Aprender a volar – Patricia Sosa (to sing in the shower when you need to feel better about living) 

Honrar la vida – Sandra Mihanovich (original song by Eladia Blázquez, this is just the versión I know) 

Soy lo que soy – Sandra Mihanovich (spanish versión of ‘i am what i am’ from la cage aux folles. she’s a lesbian so <3 I love how she sings this song) 

Cancior del pinar – Silvina Garré (about building a life with someone) (silvina garré was part of  “trova rosarina”, a movement in Argentinian rock that originated in Rosario and mixed genres such as soft rock, Argentinian folklore and tango. They were also known for writing some songs that were explicitly against the military dictatorship that ruled the country from 1976 to 1983) 

Diablo y alcohol – Silvina Garré (about a complicated relationship) 

En blanco y negro – Silvina Garré (i sang this song in front of my school, with a friend, i’ll always remember that  :D, it’s about the city of Buenos Aires) 

Reinas de pueblo grande – Silvin Garré (about teenage friendships and dreams) 

Amándote – Ruben Rada (great for dancing. Actually, he’s from Uruguay but he also lived in Argentina for a long time so. J His songs combine candombe with jazz and rock, among other genres)

Cha, cha, muchacha – Ruben Rada (my mom always sang this to me as a kid, i don’t think that’s very common but that’s how I know about this song) 

Haciendo el amor en la cocina – Maria Rosa Yorio (this one is fun, really fun, she’s considered one of the first female artists of argentinian rock) 

Estaciones – Rosario Blefari (she’s less known that Sandra, Patricia, Celeste and Silvina, who were very popular in the 80s. sadly I only heard about her because another artist posted this song when she passed away. Wikipedia labeled  her music as Indie rock and alternative rock.) 

El témpano – Juan Carlos Baglietto  (also part of “trova rosarina”)

Un dia cualquiera – La portuaria (Wikipedia says this is funk /rock pop and I can’t tell you if that’s right but there you go) 

No me arrepiento de este amor – Gilda (cumbia <3) 

“Santa María (Del Buen Ayre)” by Gotan Project (electronic tango) 

“El Anden” - Bajofondo (Ft. Mala Rodriguez) (electronic tango) 

“Pa’ bailar” – Bajofondo (electronic tango) (warning for flashing in the video) (there’s a versión with Julieta Venegas too <3) 

Varada en villa – Natalie Perez 

Quisiera – Natalie Perez ft Coti (According to Spotif, this counts as cumbia, so maybe? Most of her songs combine pop with different genres from latinamerica, like ska or reggaeton)

Algo tiene - Natalie Perez (could you call this cumbia? Hmmm)

Fumar de día – Marilina Bertoldi (first female rocker in the history of the Gardel Awards to win the highest award of the contest, the Gardel de Oro.) 

Encendida – Julieta Rada (she’s the daughter of Ruben Rada and this song really speaks to me. She was born in Argentina but she also lived in Uruguay for a long time. This song is from her álbum “Afrozen”, which she describes as a fusion between candombe and pop) 

Vértigo – Julieta Rada  (also from Afrozen)

Antes de partir – Rocío Igarzabal (un bolero, also I really like the video) 

Edit: I’m adding Tu amor era de la salada by Rocío Quiroz (cumbia) because my girl recommended it and its great. 

Anyway, some other day I’ll to find some argentinian comics or quotes.