#im not sure how lady gaga got in there

[ttaibhse]

hmm

[xhunnybeeex]

Hayden christensen character music/playlist headcanons 

playlists at the bottom of sections :3

❥ ~ Sam Monroe ~ 

Sam Monroe ~ mainly listens to mall goth/ metal, that's just cannon. However, he DEFINITELY got really into other goth subgenres while finding cds. 

Sam Monroe ~ would have to be forced to admit he loves riot girl movies. 

“Is this bikini kill in your mixtape?” you ask Sam as you dig through his cds. “I didn't know you were into riot girl music.” “I'm not,” he grumbles. 

Sam Monroe ~ loves angry midwest emo music. He loves the emo whine. 

Sam Monroe ~ doesn’t have a very diverse taste. He only really likes alt genres, but every once in a while you'll see him nod his head to pop songs on the radio. 

"this is clearly a differnt genre what are you talking about" sam protest. "Theyre all just screaming how is that different!" you yell back.

Sam Monroe ~ is the type to say “name three songs”, but only in front of other alt people to look cool. 

Sam Monroe ~ loves the goth culture but doesn't know how to become part of it, especially without getting bullied. 

Sam Monroe ~  loves making mixtapes with songs he likes to pair together, even if they sounds the same 

Sam monroe playlist done by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

❥ ~ Anakin Skywalker ~ 

Anakin Skywalker ~ obviously doesn’t have any cannon music taste so the following playlist is all what I PERSONALLY think Anakin would like to listen to or are him “coded”. This one was the hardest for me to do and is honestly probably the most inaccurate. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ is clearly pretty when he cries, and very lana del rey coded

Anakin Skywalker ~ would have a very open music taste, he listens to what people show him

Anakin Skywalker ~ likes classic rock and acoustic music from obi wan, sad girl music from ahsoka (oh you know she showed him mitski), and softer popy music from padme. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ never knows the names of artists, always has to hum songs for people to know what he's talking about. 

Anakin Skywalker ~ always asks Ahsoka to play her music when flying, but he'll always deny that he does. 

“Why don't you pick your own music for once!” Ahsoka groans in annoyance, rubbing her face in her hands. “Cause i'm flying! "Anakin yells back in protest. “Just admit you like my music.” Ahsoka smirks, plugging her comlink into the ship and getting her playlist on. Anakin stays silent. Pretending not to hear her and stares off at the stars in front of him as he flys. 

Anakin Skywalker playlist by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

❥ ~Stephen Glass ~

Stephen Glass ~ has a very diverse taste in all sorts of funky music

Stephen Glass ~ who lives for folk music but also is obsessed with pop music 

Stephen Glass ~ can’t not have Lady gaga on his playlists and knows all her songs. He yells at people who don't know summer boy because that's his favorite. 

Stephen Glass ~ who grew up on bob dylan and the beatles

Stephen Glass ~ was always a Brittany defender and refused to do journalism about her. He would never lie about the queen herself. 

“Did you guys see that britney spears-” his co workers gossip. “I need to be excused.” Stephen immediately stands up and walks anywhere from the conversation. He doesn’t want to hear what they say, and no one wants to know what he would respond with. 

Stephen Glass ~ loves to relax to calming 70s music. 

Stephen Glass ~ is a huge music nerd, but isn't even aware of it. 

“This is Joni Mitchel, she's super cool. She's canadian. I just found that out. I’ve been listening to her for years but I just found out. Crazy huh?” Stephen rambles. You chuckle in amazement on how much he knows and how fast his lips move. “Jeez you sure know a lot about music.” Stephen shakes his head and smiles. “Oh no, not really. I couldn't even play anything if I tried. But anyway did you know-” 

Stephen Glass playlist made by me ⇦ ⇦ ⇦

A/N///: OMGGG im very happy to fianlly have stuff posted again. i have been so out of it lately. this is my first time ever writing headcanons so go easy on me. i have had this sam monroe playlist made for a while now and it gave me the idea to make a lil post about it. i hope yall enjoy and maybe even have a listen. happy thanksgiving and stay hot. - beee!

[signoraviolettavalery]

Everything I can remember about the Den Haag and Amsterdam gigs, before I forget, but also I got about as little sleep as they did because I was a)worrying about their travel b)too hyped up to sleep

Den Haag

they were so hella energetic for people who had gone through All That to get here, Bojan was hella alive, but he didn't banter much with the crowd

It was Sinterklaas so they got soooooo many gifts. Hats, lofts of candy (traditional sinterklaas gift), bracelets, flags, letters...

Someone threw stroopwaffels because those are Kris' favorite

the Dutch crowd was so polite??? There was no barricade but nobody was grabbing them or their guitars, the only things that were being thrown at the stage were soft things like hats, nobody was chucking presents directly at them, any bracelets that got thrown were thrown gently onto the stage rather than at them

(fyi afterwards when the crew cleans up they go through and pick up all the gifts so as long as it gets onto the stage they'll get it)

they confirmed several times that they'll be back to the Netherlands

In Ne Bi Smel he changed "sem bil slep" to "sem kreten" again

when singing ASTP Bojan had the various parts of the venue cheer first, and the balcony that cheered the least loud got ASTP sung to them specifically; and at the end he changed the lyrics so they went "kako lepo disite me" aka "how nice you (plural) smell to me" idk was he saying the sweaty crowd filling this venue smelled nice to him (I have QUESTIONS)

there were balloons onstage, at some point, Jan decided he had a vendetta against the balloons, starting popping them with his boots by jumping around while playing the guitar and, being a clutz, got tangled in a flag/coat/something? by the drums and nearly fell over a;slkfjwe Jan why are you like this I love you

Kris got a pope hat that he put on right before NGVOT so he sang NGVOT as the pope I guess

Kris was drinking tea during the gig; every time Bojan was introducing the song he was just chilling by the drum set and sipping his tea while wearing sunglasses, iconic, gives zero fucks, I love him

Amsterdam

holy shit this gig was wild and magical. We gave them such a warm welcome and we screamed so loud I think even Bojan was impressed

the music as we were waiting for the gig was ABBA followed by Lady Gaga and Barbie Girl, and after the gig it was Avril Lavigne. We got most of those songs yesterday so Im' guessing Bojan picked that soundtrack :P

after they did Gola he asked "ok, so you know the words. How many of you hear aren't slovenian?" the entire fucking venue raises their hands. "we should get y'all on duolingo" Bojan Slovenian isn't on Duolingo!!

Bojan really, truly makes everyone feel seen. It's astounding. The opening act, Mia Nicolai, she was good, but she mostly just started in front of her, at the people in front of the stage. Bojan looks around and makes eye contact with everyone. The people on the balconies (I swear he looked straight at me, I died), the people in the front rows, the people on the sides, the people in the back. Every time, you feel seen. He's just got that something, not just stage presence, but that knack for being up there and making it a party that includes everyone

at some point, it got really hot and their crew started passing out water bottles. I think Bojan even went backstage during the Ne Bi Smel intro to ask them to give out more. He was really attentive and when one girl fainted or almost fainted during Ne Bi Smel he noticed, cut the music off immediately, the lights go up, and he made sure she was escorted by security and that she was okay before they restarted the song. Total pros.

introducing NGVOT: "I have to call a very special singer up to the stay. Kris. This song came about because of his broken heart. That heart is now healed" (important information to share I guess) and then Kris of course did NGVOT

Bojan: asks the crowd how to say umazane misli in Dutch. They tell him and he repeats it. Bojan then turns to Kris if he said it right, kris says no. "Well how would you say it then?" Bojan asks. "I don't know but what you said sounds wrong" as;lkfjwe Kris you're iconic

There were some Slovenians in the crowd! Including a girl whom Bojan went to high school with with. He dedicated Omamljeno Telo to her because "you heard it when I played it in high school"

He gave a really long intro to Plastika about how we're supposed to hate our analog minds and our analog bodies and how this is all terrible and basically just love yourself and don't judge others

Nace spent a lot of time playing across from Kris and didn't spend all that much time with his husband onstage :( :(

At the end Kris took off the Stozice outfit sleeves and threw them into the crowd so now there's two people who own that little piece of history

Anyway did I mention Amsterdam was magical, they were on fire, they were delighted to be there, the crowed was delighted to have them, and so enthusiastic, and there was just so much energy and hearing them live is truly something else. The recordings are amazing but being there, in that space with them, when they're at their best, hearing them actually perform those songs? Indescribable. Live CD when?

[urf1lterr]

lovesick | pedro pascal [4]

"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."

previous chapter: [3] series masterlist

summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.

pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader

genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually

word count: 10.6k

status: in progress

author's note: so sorry for the long wait! but i tried making this chapter longggg. i typically have my days off altogether and the rest of the week booked with work/school. i try to post many chapters within my short timeframe (bc im booked af) so pls expect another update soon after this one! sadly, it takes me around 8-10 hours to write one bc its hard to think lol. also, i don't want this to be too long of a series and kinda wanna connect the dots- slowly but surely, ya know? not edited.

"So, he just came knocking on your door at 6am?" Joon questioned, taking a sip of his smoothie soon afterwards. "I can't even wake up that early."

"We had to do that everyday for our last job."

"I woke up ten minutes before I had to be out the door," he shrugged. "Men get ready fast."

"Anyway," you eyed him as he cluelessly did the same, confused as to why you wouldn't look away. "I don't remember him coming."

"Yeah, because you fucking freaked out and hallucinated over Lady Gaga," Jules exclaimed, you automatically cringing just at the horrible memories you've recently faced with that damn cat.

Once she explained what had happened hours after you had woken up, you were disturbingly shocked.

And the fact that your sleepiness was to blame had you going insane- imagine all the other odd things you may had committed while under the covers.

But you will admit you did remember some of that night's events clearly, again like you practically making out with Lady Gaga- although she was the one who licked your face endlessly first.

Mortified just by the thoughts, you will never be able to face Pedro again sanely.

How could you when you recently dreamed about a man 25 years older being intimate with you- that's...confusing. And the worst part of it all was you couldn't say anything to anyone with the fear of being judged or laughed at- maybe both.

The thing was you couldn't quite understand why you had to dream about that. Maybe your time of the month was coming and your hormones targeted the first guy you had nonstop contact with?

No, that would've been Joon.

Attraction may had played a part but Joon definitely had that, Pedro as well but a little different...age-wise at least. There's no way you felt allured for men with bad jokes and rough skin- no offense. Right?

He did text you that same morning he dropped by and commented on how creepy you are half asleep and whether or not you agreed to his 'business' proposal. Not trying to start a conversation you knew you couldn't finish, out of second-hand shame, you just replied a simple:

LOL but busy with school atm to make a final decision- tell ya later

That later still hasn't arrived.

Unfortunately, you forgot to ask him why he made a random visit that morning- but you weren't going to ask him days later. In your mind, you need to avoid him. There's no way you'd be able to act normal after have unholy fascinations about him.

Not that it'll be a problem, you two hadn't seen each other for weeks before your cafe encounter, you're sure you can do it again without him noticing your distance.

It's been about two days since then which meant you didn't have to prioritize so much of your time on homework, you'll just save that for Sunday when it's all due.

"Did you bother to ask him why?" Jules added, turning to you. "He obviously wasn't coming to see me- I barely know the guy."

"You do know him!" you argue as she rolls her eyes. "You literally got mad at me for not recognizing him the first time we met."

"He's a celebrity- everybody knows him," she defends before tilting her head in curiosity. "But you two are oddly close, it's kind of weird."

"No," you shake your head, trying to laugh off her suspicions. "We are casual friends who fan girl over the same things."

People did take notice how close Pedro and you were but it wasn't anybody's fault you two had so much in common. Both of you loved Starbucks, going on hikes- when you weren't lazy, and believe Matt Healy is extremely attractive.

If they have a problem with that they can sue you.

"I see it," Joon adds, jumping up a bit. "Him and I barely talk and we're men- we should be bonding easily!"

"You're...you," Jules cringes, making Joon glare in return. "I can understand why he chooses not to be close to you."

Laughing, you watch as Joon quickly flips her the finger before he continues on with the conversation. "I just feel like he always comes around only to see you, it was pretty obvious since the first time he took us home."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you didn't understand what he meant by that. Pedro offered all three of you a ride home, not just you.

Already feeling done with this topic, you wanted to switch it before things started escalating and freaky theories started unfolding. They had every right to question your friendship, but you were starting to think they might be leading down a road where they may soon develop other impressions as to what your friendship might have been.

Why are you even thinking that? That's so inappropriate to imagine.

"You two are silly, he probably needed my advice on something or wanted to workout," you suggest, their faces showing they weren't fully convinced. "But anywho, did you call Yoongi yet?"

"I don't think that's a great idea," Joon declared, adjusting in your warm sofa. "He's not really a skating kind of guy."

Since it was Friday and you had no plans, you thought it would be a fun idea to be adventurous for once and do something you would never do on a regular basis.

Ice Skate.

Your friends were extremely down with the idea, but you needed a fourth person to make the group complete. Why not a skinny, impatient blonde man who would probably spend the whole night complaining about why this plan was awful?

Right now you could use some other grumpiness in your life.

"Just tell him to go," you beam back, clapping your hands in excitement as you'll soon be able to fall countless of times on the ice. "I'll buy him hot cocoa."

"You better do it or he'll never let that go," Joon states.

After hours of sitting around and blasting random music through your speakers, the three of you were ready to set off on your journey of locating the ice rink.

If it wasn't for Joon's constant whining to stop walking to take pictures of the scenery you probably would've arrived 15 minutes sooner than your actual arrival, but too bad your friend is a nature freak.

"You taking pictures of the pigeons better not be the reason why you're late," you heard Yoongi grumble as the three of you finally found him sitting on a bench near the entrance of the rink, staring directly at Joon who just scoffed.

"I'm sorry if my happiness bothers you," Joon snapped back as Yoongi just stood up from his seat and made his way to your trio.

Grabbing your ice skates wasn't too difficult as the long line seemed to flow by smoothly, but standing on them was a different story.

"I can't do this," you squeal as your hurriedly motion your arms around to find some balance. "I'm falling!"

Yoongi sent you a questionable look as he watched your poor attempts to stay still embarrassing. "We're not even on the ice yet."

Feeling a hand grab a hold on your shoulders and practically drag your feet towards the ice, you glance up to see Jules steadily directing you to face your fears.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Are you going to push her in?!" you hear Joon gasp a few feet behind you but you couldn't turn your head as you rather focused your attention on yanking yourself off of Jules.

"It was her idea so she'll be the one going in first."

"Ahh!" you screech, putting all your pressure on your feet to stop her hard pull. Spiraling your ankles in the most crucial ways, you start to lightly slap her arms off you as she continues to fight them off.

One thing about her was she's going to make sure to remind you that this was your idea.

Feeling an arm gently tug you off her grip, you landed on Yoongi's side as Jules whined in return, offended that he ruined her vicious plan. Respectfully, he kept you stable with an arm wrapped behind your middle back as you gripped his other one, fearful she might snatch you away again.

"Why would you do that?!"

"I don't think watching her fall face first on the hard ice would be a fun sight to see," he bluntly returned as Jules huffed. "The sight of blood gives me the ick."

"I was waiting for that moment all afternoon," Jules sighed, disappointed that she wouldn't be seeing you fall- yet.

Waiting for her to walk away to go on the ice, you see Joon follow her before you released your friend, relieved that she wouldn't be partaking in her scandalous scheme just yet.

"You do know how to skate, right?" Yoongi asked, his uncertain eyes on yours as you crazily wave your arms in front of him to rub off his questionable thoughts.

"Do I? Of course I do!" you argue, making your way towards the ice until you were two feet away from it. Putting your feet on the edge, you hesitate as you could feel the cold breeze wrap around you legs. "I'm gonna go now."

"Yippy," he states, waiting at your poor attempts to convince him.

Giving him a thumbs up, you clap your hands together to try to reassure yourself that you could do this, forgetting that he was right behind you secretly laughing.

Taking one final breath, you placed your right foot on top of the ice steadily, trying your best not to make any harsh movements, until you felt a hard jerk on your upper body, making you lose yourself in an instant.

"God, if you don't know how to skate why would you suggest it?" Yoongi grumbled, gliding both your bodies along the ice as he held tightly onto your arms. You were practically skating like a wet dog in front of him, begging with your eyes for him not to abandon you.

"I always wanted to try."

Sending you an annoyed look, you zipped your mouth as his arms were now securing you, closing any gaps there may have been and giving you the ride of your life.

Shutting your eyes harshly, you didn't dare to witness the environment around as you felt the icy wind slap your face the faster you two- or at least by Yoongi's swaying, got.

There were times where he did pretend to lose his balance, causing you to cry in horror and him immediately placing his hand over your mouth by how loud you weaped.

But other than that, you came to enjoy his help as your two other friends rudely abandoned you guys in order to practice their poor attempts of leaping across the rink.

"Okay," Yoongi started, releasing his left hand from your side and keeping you close with only his other. "Now you try on your own."

Fear creeping up in your face, you rapidly shake your head in disagreement and try catching his recent abandoned arm, which he denied. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?" he countered back making you silent.

He did have a point.

"C'mon, it's not that hard. If Joon could do it, you can."

"He's literally on the ground right now," you whine as Yoongi quickly averts his eyes in search of your tall friend, soon finding Joon clutching his knee in pain as Jules records on her phone.

"No."

Sighing, he continues to look around, trying to plan out an idea that would at least convince you to slide a few feet alone without his help until he smirked and met your eyes.

"What would Matt Healy do?"

Widening your eyes, you were taken back by his question.

Only Pedro used that line on you.

And for some reason it felt odd when Yoongi did the same. You shouldn't be bothered by his choice of words...but you were a little.

He wasn't him to be saying it.

"He wouldn't force me to do something I didn't want to do," you reply back, causing him to groan.

"I feel like you just want to be in my arms," he retorted with a grin, immediately making you revolt and fly out of his arms, your bottom hitting the ice hard. "Well that's one way to make you skate."

Feeling immediate pain on the back of your thighs, you just knew you were going to be bruised and swollen the next day. But hey, this technically counts for your workout for the week.

Awkwardly swaying your body around, you couldn't get up off the damn ice. You were sure you looked like a fish out of water by how crazy you were moving.

"Get on your knees," Yoongi commented, causing you to send him a death glare as he lifted his hands up in defense. "It helps you stand."

Or he could just grab your arms and help you himself.

Cautiously following his suggestion, you slowly pull your right leg up and place it firmly on the ice before slowly trying to do so with your left one. As you began to feel satisfied with the weight being supported, you felt your body finally working and lifting up off the ground before he poked your shoulder- making you fall again.

"I'm going to murder you!" you threaten as you stare at him on your back, whole body restlessly laying on the ground in misery as he cackles loudly.

He may have advantage on the ice, but oh man- once you regain your balance off it you were going to end that slender man's life.

"Isn't this just a sight to see," you heard someone exclaim before hands grab your arms and soon lift you back on your feet.

Moving your eyes to the ones in front of you, you burst out in smiles. "Bella! Nico!"

"I take this as my queue to leave,'" you hear Yoongi mumbles but you swiftly grab his arm from his close proximity and halt his plans.

He was not going to desert you now.

"What are you girls doing here?"

Not seeing them for a few weeks didn't make things awkward, but different. It was like catching up with old friends, even though you barely met them less than three months ago.

"Had nothing to do tonight so why not ice skate?" Nico giggled.

Bella examined you up and down before pointing at your head. "My god, your hair grew so long. Has it really been that long?"

Rolling your eyes, you were about to answer her before Yoongi cut in. "No, it's her fake extenstions."

Gasping, you turn your body to him and smack his shoulder as he smacks you back. One thing about him, he's all about equality. You touch him, he touches you- simple.

You don't see the way Nico and Bella exchange smirks to one another before Nico slides in front of you and pulls out her phone. "We should take a selfie! You know, for memories."

Laughing, you agree. You took some pictures with them but never really out of the work environment.

Uncomfortably standing still, Yoongi hastily moves to the side a bit, not wanting to intrude this moment you were having with your friends. He was a pretty sociable person, but only if they had things in common and he fairly knew them.

Yoongi didn't know these two young girls and he sure as hell didn't want to be the one being kicked out of this picture- so why not kick himself out first?

"Where are you going, we need your long arm to get us all in the frame!" Bella exclaimed, motioning Yoongi to move back as he sent her a flustered glance.

"I can just take it with the three of you."

"Nonsense!" Nico argued back, shaking her head as you giggled. "We don't leave people out."

Biting his bottom lip a bit, he scratches the back of his neck swiftly before increasing the speed of his skates to the girl, accepting her phone. "I suppose."

Fixing your posture, you stand behind your friend as he carefully raises his right arm up in the air, positioning the phone that was able to capture all four of you in the frame.

Pulling out the gummiest smile, you bursted out a gigantic grin after seeing the rare radiant expression Yoongi was giving. He was never one to show much emotion so finding him giving in for a picture amused you.

Taking the phone out of his hands, Bella examined the screen before chuckling. "Wow, you've got one adorable smile."

You could've sworn you saw Yoongi blush as he lowered his head while shaking off her compliment, trying to act natural but he wasn't fooling anyone.

He was shy.

Gasping at the sight in front of her, Nico pointed at the concession cart near one of the exits of the ice. "They have hot cocoa! We must get some."

Faking a groan, Bella allowed her friend to drag her away but not before sending you a pout to follow, which you were happy to do. You were freezing to death without even realizing it until you stopped your attempts to skate for the picture.

"I was promised a free cup," Yoongi stated as he was gliding behind you, softly pushing your back as you proceeded to do nothing but allow him to direct you to where your desired hot cocoa was.

Scoffing a little, you shush him as you reached the exit ramp. Jumping off, the two of you slowly waddled to Bella and Nico who were next in line.

"Wait," you start, pausing your footsteps which resulted in him almost falling after slamming to your side. "Shouldn't we ask Joon and Jules if they want one?"

Peeking over your shoulder, Yoongi looks back down to you. "Nah, don't wanna ruin their fun."

Following his recent glance, you could see Joon and Jules in front of one another, both holding hands as they try to catch a faster pace while twirling in big circles.

You were sure they were eventually going to knock a small child over soon.

"Next," you hear the worker call out, sitting behind his register waiting for your arrival.

Quickly walking up, you place your order as nothing else but the hot drinks seemed to interest you. The total came out to be the cost as what four drinks at your local cafe would be, but you shouldn't be surprised since this place was pretty popular to the public.

Pulling out his wallet so fast, you didn't have to process what Yoongi was doing until you caught the view of his credit card as he handed it over to the man in front of you.

"No-" you try intercepting what had just happened by giving your card to the worker who just shrugged as he had already paid for the drinks on Yoongi's card. "Why would you do that?"

"You're too slow," Yoongi bluntly said as he grabbed the two drinks and moved to the side so the next person in line could place their order.

"But it hadn't even been three seconds since he said the total before you handed him the card," you protest.

He handed you your cup, hoping it'll shut you up as he took a small sip from his own. "And?"

Is he being serious? "'And,'" you question as he continued to be unaware as to what you were getting at. "Since the beginning I vowed to buy you hot cocoa."

Yoongi laughed at how stubborn you were becoming. "Vowed? What a great word choice for this scenario, fiance."

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you hated the fact he was avoiding your question. You knew he did it because he wanted to be a gentleman, but the problem was he didn't want to admit he was one.

Again, he was being shy.

"I see you are kind," you smirk as he gave you a disgusted glance. "Don't worry, I won't tell people you have a heart."

Before he could leave a snarky comeback, Nico and Bella came back in giggles as Yoongi retreated back to his natural state of looking lifeless. "Oh my gosh- we went to get napkins and I kid you not I may have poured my drink on the back of this poor little girl."

Lightly gasping, you widen your eyes as Yoongi confusingly replies back. "May have? You don't know if you did or not?"

Bella makes an accountable face, scrunching her nose in the process. "Okay, I did. But she's the one who ran into me!"

"Well, she was really small and you kind of didn't search your surroundings before kneeing her," Nico exposed, causing Yoongi and you to give each other a concerned look.

"You kneed her?!"

"Only in her side," Bella excused herself, sending Nico a betrayed look. "It wasn't like it was her stomach."

"It practically was...," Nico mumbled but became silent when her co-star eyed her hard.

Coughing uncomfortably, Yoongi caught everyone's attention as he tried to avert the conversation into something that wasn't as horrific as striking a child with hot cocoa and a knee. "We should probably hit the ice again soon before Jules and Joon find out we got these drinks without them."

"Jules is here?!" Bella beamed, searching around for her through the large gatherings of people on the ice. "I missed that crazy lady, she was the only one who would get my coffee order right."

"She told me she would threaten to get the baristas fired if they kept getting it wrong," Nico recalled, chewing her mouth a little. "That's why I stopped letting her take my orders."

Sighing, you looked up in the ceiling in disapproval as you could feel Yoongi laughing his ass off beside you. That was very Jules of her to do.

After another two hours of trying to figure out how to skate, and basically latching onto Yoongi the whole time as Bella and Nico were doing laps around you guys, you finally made it home.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement- you were drained.

No, seriously. You hadn't worked out this much since Jules and you almost missed the subway two months ago and had to run three blocks to catch it on time.

That day was dreadful, but you were sure if you went to bed you were going to wake up lifeless like a worm.

"I call the shower first!" you hear Jules scream, running to her room in order to grab her belongings but you were faster and instantly made your way to the bathroom, locking the door before she could break in. "You bitch! How dare you steal it with my back turned!"

Grinning evilly to yourself, you wanted to get your night routines over with so you could hit the pillows quickly. Even after taking off all your makeup, taking a very steamy shower, and doing your nightly skin care routine, you were sure you could easily knock out sitting on the toilet if you had the chance.

We all have done it once in our lives.

Opening the door, the steam flows out smoothly as you face your very displeased roommate on the other side, glaring at you. "All yours," you smile, stepping to the side but she roughly pushes you in response, causing you to yelp as you manage to catch your balance midway.

Mental note, burn her eggs next breakfast.

Stepping into your room, you change into an oversized hoodie and sweats before throwing yourself under your covers in excitement.

The moment you've been waiting for all day: sleep.

Closing your eyes, you feel all your senses slowly drifting away from your body as relaxation crept up from all around. It was truly intoxicating how in trance you were.

But of course with your luck, nothing goes as planned- ever.

Wildly jumping up from the loud blaring of your phone, you cover your face in agony as the vibrations and noise cause pain throughout your entire body.

Who the hell was calling you at 10 o'clock at night? This should be illegal.

After taking a minute to control yourself, the ringing stopped. Good, now you won't have to make time to engage in a conversation. Quickly falling back down onto your pillows, it wasn't even ten seconds later before you feel your phone going off like crazy again.

With you eyes shut, you move your hands around your bed until you feel the cool object underneath your pillow. Lazily pressing any button, without batting one eye open, you move the phone to your ear before releasing a groggy, "What?"

"What a lovely way to greet somebody, kiddo."

You instantly freeze, automatically thinking about the vivid dream you had about him, then Lady Gaga, and felt a blush creeping in.

Slowly pulling the phone away, you let out a loud but fast scream before moving it back. How the hell are you going to begin a conversation without thinking about his lips on yours. "What do you want?"

Pausing for a second, you can hear him move around through his end. "Did you just scream?"

It's not like you didn't just dream about him kissing all over your body two nights ago.

"Did you just wake me up to ask me the obvious answer?"

Act like you don't care. Like you are perfectly fine.

He chuckles lightly and you can tell by his tone he was close to passing out too. "Somebody's cranky, is it past your bedtime?" Pedro teased.

You were definitely not in the mood to handle his ridicules at this hour, especially by how nervous he was slowly making you. What did he want?

"Yes," you simply reply before hitting the red button, ending the call and laying your head back on your pillow. Good, just end it before you make a bigger fool out of yourself.

It hadn't even been another ten seconds before your phone was ringing once again. Pulling it up to your face, you let out a huff. What a shocker, it was him again.

"You better have an insanely good reason as to why you chose to wake me up in the middle of my dream," you immediately say as you press the 'accept' button.

Hearing him laugh, you just know he has a sarcastic comment coming any second. "Wake you up? Honey, you're still living your dream talking to me."

Honey.

No, not another nickname for him to call you in future dreams.

Shaking that thought away, you rejected the idea of him being in any more dreams- you forbid it.

Loss at words for a second, you almost let your next words trip over one another before calmly gaining your composure at the incidental choice of your pet name.

"So funny," you reply back, trying your best to sound sane. "Pretty sure I was dreaming of a very shirtless Matt Healy playing 'Please Be Naked' to me."

Why the fuck would you slip that out.

"Are you trying to hint at something?" he smirks, making you press mute and hold your hand over your mouth to hold back the screams you feared would release.

Feeling like your soul was about to leave your body, you couldn't believe he just said that.

Actually, you couldn't believe you would even recommend that song. God, your sleepiness was messing with your mind.

Finding your energy once again, you unmute the call and try to seem unfazed by his last comment. "Yes, that I want to sleep. Goodbye now."

Before you could hit the red button again, you could hear him chanting over the phone to do the exact opposite. "Don't!"

Groaning, you clutch the phone harder in despair. "I am so tired. Don't do this to me, please. I am a girl who values her sleep!" you whine as you hear him continue his light giggles in the background. "If I don't sleep I will die, is this what you want. Are you trying to kill me?"

"I can reassure you I don't plan on keeping you up long," he explains. "And I wouldn't dare wish for your death."

Your heart fluttering, you glare at your chest. "Then what do you want?"

Moving his phone from one ear to the other, he lays in his bed while smiling at his ceiling. "You," he declares, making you widen your eyes as he shuffles around in his blanket. "Tomorrow, let's hang out."

Sitting up against your bed frame, you furrow your brow. "Hang out? For what?" There's no way you will be able to act normal for a long period of time, your weak-self can't do it.

Placing a hand over his chest, he lets out a light hiss in fake hurt by your comeback before continuing. "Can't I hang out with you by choice and not by a work schedule? Unless you're so disgusted by me." That's when he started his fake cries. "I'm so sorry I am not Matt Healy and can't do a great British accent."

Shaking your head, you try to intervene as his ugly cries become louder through the line. "That's not what I meant, stop being dramatic," you complain as he instantly stops while smiling widely. "Is there a specific reason why you want to hang out?"

Taking a deep breath, he fiddles with the fingers on his non-occupied hand. "Does there need to be a reason?"

You pause for a second. He's acting too kind for your liking and it's making you question what his intentions are. In this point of time, you're sure he's going to take that moment to convince you to work with him in Canada.

"With you there's always a reason."

Scoffing lightly, he grumbles. "I just want to go on a hike and need a hiking partner."

Oh hell no, you already did enough working out this evening. You were not about to do that again, that's for sure.

"Yeah, nooo," you exhale lowly. "I already did too much working out with my body if you know what I mean and-"

"I don't know what that means," he cuts you off.

"It means I am going to be sore for days so my body has no strength to walk for more than five minutes," you declare as he falls silent.

After a few seconds that felt like forever, he replies. "Fine," he blankly states. "Have a goodnight, sweetheart."

The warmth as blood began drawing to your face became present as you quickly reply with a simple "night" before ending the call. And for some reason you felt as if you couldn't breathe normally by the pounding on your chest.

What the hell was happening to you. Looking up at the ceiling, you silently pray you don't have a Lady Gaga 2.0 fiasco.

As you were questioning why your heart made you feel as if you were going under cardiac arrest the night before, your body was currently making you feel if you really needed to make that trip to the ER by how tender you were.

It also didn't help that Jules was the one waking you up at the crack of dawn, half asleep with her eye mask clinging onto her forehead.

"W-why are you-" you grumble, rubbing your eyes as you look at the alarm clock near your bedside. "-waking me up at 6:18am? It's Saturday."

She sent you a death glare for assuming she randomly wanted to wake you up for the fun of it as she was the one who was woken up first. "Someone's here for you."

Positioning your body upwards, you squint your eyes up at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself," she gritted her teeth, swaying her head towards your door.

Slowly standing up, you make your way to it before sneaking a peak of the view of your living room. That's when you see a very annoying man you were sure you both agreed on the phone last night to not go hiking.

Luckily, he didn't notice your wandering eyes as his were glued to his phone, scrolling through his social media.

What was he doing here? You can't face him without thinking about his body wrapped around yours and his lips doing dangerous things.

Oh no, you truly were screwed.

Lightly shutting your door, you nervously turn back to your roommate who looks displeased. "I told him no."

"No means yes, I guess," she replies, snaking her arms around her body for warmth. "I'm going back to bed."

You could hear her walk out of your room as you frantically begin searching for something warm yet comfortable clothes to wear on this undesired hike. You knew if you tried backing out he would stay until you caved, he was very persistent to get what he wanted.

And what he wanted was for you to get your ass up and exercise.

You were also certain you heard Jules let out a "thanks for the invite" to him before hearing her bedroom door shut.

Running out of your room, you made sure not to look in his direction so he wouldn't see your morning appearance clearly- well he already has but why reveal yourself in this state again?

Quickly brushing your hair, teeth, and washing your face, you change into a baggy green sweatshirt and some black workout leggings before slipping on suited running shoes.

Try to act natural. Give him little attention so he won't speculate anything. You aren't into old men and did not vision him smooching you on your sofa.

"You are so buying me breakfast," you deadpan as you walked straight out of your door, not even daring to wait for him to follow.

Good, be straightforward.

Laughing to himself, Pedro promptly jumped off the couch and jogged after you once you shut the door on him and continued down the halls to the elevators.

Finally catching up, he barely made it through the elevator doors as they were closing to find you leaning against the corner, mad and tired. "Good morning to you, too."

You let out a small cry as you lay your head against the wall in pain from how frustratingly exhausted you were. If one cold breeze hit you outside you were sure you were going to burst into tears.

"Oh, come one," he walks over to you and nudged your shoulder to wake up some more. If he unexpectedly touched you again you were sure you were going to rip his arm off. "In a few minutes you'll be wide awake and fine."

"How dare you assume I'm going to be fine!" you whine, trying to hit his side but he manages to capture your arm and that's when you give up and allow your worn out body to fall on him.

He instantly wraps his arms around you as your head falls just beneath his chin, your eyes slowly closing and your thoughts drifting away as his warmth was making you drowsy.

You tried to stay focus, but your poor state was taking over and you suddenly weren't as anxious as you once were. Being sleepy really made your mind roam.

"Hey, now," he whispers and looks down to see you snuggling up against him. "You can't fall asleep on me. I do not want your security guards thinking I drugged you."

Tightening your arms on how lower sides, you ignore him as you feel yourself easing closer to dozing off by the constant beating of his heart. "Stop," you mumble, clutching your ears softly before positioning your head on the other side of his chest.

"What?" he curiously glances down at you.

"You heartbeat's annoying me," you lightly whine. "It's pounding against my ears."

Pedro was extremely glad you were too tired to process his heartbeat and the bright red tint plastered across his face. Your drained-self definitely saved him from embarrassment.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you still weren't moving. You were too comfortable to make any effort to walk on your own and if he really wanted you to hang out this morning then he was going to have to find a way to make you move.

And to him, dragging you was his best option yet. But with care.

Delicately keeping his arms secured around you, he gradually walked out with you still engulfed by him, eyes shut and only moving your feet with his pace.

Honestly, you were surprised how much rhythm you had.

Stopping to pull out his car keys, he unlocked his car and opened his passenger side door once you two reached the garage complex. Gently, laying you on the seat, you station you head against the headrest as he buckled you in. "God, I really hope security doesn't report me."

And once he made it to his side and hopped in, he laughed at the state you were in, head instantly bent to your side and legs tangled together in hope to create some kind of warmth. "Adorable."

But of course you were too dumb to not catch that.

You were awoken by a small speed bump and the instant hit of warmth through the heat vents, your eyes slowly glancing around your surroundings. Taking a quick peep at the screen indicating the time, you read that it was almost 7am.

Tilting your head and leaning against the headrest, you lazily stare at Pedro as he continues to drive to god knows where.

"Don't I look so handsome in the morning?" he jokes before meeting your eyes, sending you a warm grin.

And handsome on top of you.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you beg your imagination to please shut the fuck up.

"You mean drastic," you mutter, moving your head to the opposite side, against the window to force some sleep again.

Better to make time fly by faster knocking out where you were sure you wouldn't say anything stupid.

"Hey, no..." he whines, moving his right arm across to shake your chin softly to keep you conscious. "Don't pass out on me again, I'm lonely."

"And I'm tired, deal with it."

Shuffling in his seat, he looks over to see you curling yourself up in a ball with your legs to your knees and arms wrapped around. Not thinking things throughly, he hits the brakes hard for a split second and watches as your body jolts forward before swinging back against his seat.

"What the fuck!" you shriek, propping your body up and facing him in pure rage. "Are you trying to irritate me?!"

"I'm lonely and you're not helping," Pedro calmly states, shrugging as you continue your daggers his way.

You were beyond pissed. How could he think you would be energetic and talkative right now? How could he attempt to make you fly out the window? You could feel your nerves slowly fading away by the fury growing inside you.

If he wanted you awake then fine, you were going to be awake.

Doesn't mean you had to talk though.

Silently sitting up, you stare at the windshield in front of you and watch the cars drive as he continues to spare you a glance every once in a while.

Honestly, your silence was terrifying the fuck out of him. Normally, you would have some snarky comeback or violent punch to return to his evil tactics, but you were doing nothing.

Literally nothing.

And he knows damn well the sights of trees and cars did not interest you.

"Hey...," you feel Pedro lightly poke your side, pursing his lips once he saw your non-existent reaction. "You're not mad, right?"

Ignoring him, you continue your deep stare now onto more trees as you two were getting closer to nature than streets. You must've been out for some time as you barely noticed how far away from the city you really were.

Joon would really love this.

Gradually lifting his arm up, his places it on top of your own and gives it a small squeeze while laying it there. "C'mon, don't ignore me."

As if that would make you stop your scheme.

Blinking slowly, you acted like you paid no attention to his puppy dog pleads as the car was making its way towards an almost empty parking lot, all surrounded by a forest that only had one route starting within an old wooden bridge.

Pulling up to a nearby parking spot, Pedro parked the car before turning back to try and capture your attention but nothing was working.

You were so damn frustrating, it was infuriating. But he was still desperate to gain your attention.

"Are you just going to sit in here all day or what?" he questions as he waves a hand over your face to make you blink.

You didn't and that kind of frightened him. Work of the devil.

"I am going to cry," he warned, swatting his hand over his face to prepare for his fake tears.

Yet you showed no mercy. Sitting there patiently, you inhaled and exhaled softly, causing him to internally flip the fuck out because why were you being so aggravating when the two of you should be walking and pointing out the squirrels fighting over nuts.

And sadly, he was slowly giving up.

"Imagine if I really was crying," he began, offended you did not care one bit. "Really means a lot how unconcerned you are."

But when you suddenly started examining your nails and carefully picking at them is when he totally lost it.

Reaching over to you and moving his arm down your arm, he swiftly intertwined your fingers with his before moving you posture to face him.

His hand was huge.

"No, no-" he started, pulling a face as you gave him a blank stare back. Act natural. Pulling your shared hands in front of his chest, he sulks. "-please, for the love of whichever god you believe in, or if you're an atheist- for the love of you, please talk to me."

Watching him beg for forgiveness has always been funny in the past, but his pleading for attention now makes you feel bad.

"If you talk to me I will buy you breakfast and a very delicious milkshake that will make you extremely happy for the rest of the day," he continues, using his free left arm to wrap around you as his right one still clutches onto your palm.

He's so warm.

Pursing your lips a bit, you send him a skeptical glance. "Oreo shake with a lot of whipped cream?"

He instantly nods, a smile breaking out. "Of course, anything you want."

You look at the car's steering wheel before averting your eyes back to his. "And a red cherry?"

"I'll buy you a full jar of cherries if it makes you happy," he declares.

"And fries?"

Agreeing, he lets out a quick nod again. "With extra seasoning."

Biting your lip, you proceed to think about other stuff you may want with your milkshake and fries. "A burger?"

"My goodness, woman" he sighs, letting go of you and jumping out of the car before running around to your side and opening your door. "I'll buy you the whole menu, now let's go!"

With that, he vigorously yet cautiously pulls you out of your seat and throws you over his shoulders.

"Oh no!" you squeal, trying to find something to hold on to as he begins his journey, walking towards the bridge to start the hike. Grabbing a hold of his neck, you try not to choke him as you place your arm around it.

If you were going down, you were sure you were going to break his neck in the process. At least it would be a learning lesson for him.

"If you drop me I am never talking to you again," you threaten as he continues down a path.

"Said that before and just did it half the car ride here," he begins, moving his shoulder to give you a little fright of your life. "Now I just found out that all I have to do is buy you food and you'll yap again."

Glaring, you choke him a little to which he chuckles. "Didn't know you were into that."

Speechless, you couldn't believe his words. What the hell was he on this morning?

"Put me down!" you exclaim, immediately moving your body so he would lose his balance. Once he did so, you scowl as he ruffles your hair, making it tangle around. "Hey!"

"Can you stop being negative for a few minutes and enjoy the environment?" he asks, pulling his arms up to twirl around. "Just take in that fresh air mother nature gifted us."

Scrunching your nose, you frown. "It smells like rotten eggs."

"Because of the ducks," he pointed out before patting his pockets. "Which we will be feeding with the bread I brought."

Examining his pocket, you shoot him a curious glance. "How big are your pockets?"

"Not important," he states, grabbing your arms and dragging you along with him down the long trail. "What's important is finishing this trail to feel accomplished."

Pouting, you allowed him to drag you along as you miserably dreaded the next few hours to come. The energy you had to give off just for some damn breakfast.

Shame on you for loving food so much.

Encountering many frogs, lizards, and pigeons who loved flying right by both of your heads and scaring you to death, you had long forgotten about how anxious you were being around him. Being distracted constantly had you occupied which was a relief.

Eventually, you two finally found the drugs.

Or the ducks.

Walking by a huge pond, there were numerous amounts of ducks leaping around with their families following behind. It was really cute, but the smell wasn't.

"I wonder if they can choke on this?" Pedro muttered as he pulled out a large bread. Slowly nearing one medium-seized one in caution, he rips a piece apart and throws it. "It is kind of thick."

Taking a moment to check the bread out, you sigh. "Are you feeding these ducks bolillo bread?"

He pauses, not sure why you would care to ask. "Yes and?"

"They have thick crusts!" you exclaim. "And why not just feed them normal wheat bread?"

"Who even eats wheat? It's bland." he protests. "Plus, this is leftovers from my dinner last night."

"They're ducks! They don't care," you argue as he shakes his head.

"Just imagine if you were a duck," he began, making you huff in annoyance as you just knew he was going to say something ridiculous. "Wouldn't you love to eat this nice bolillo bread, maybe visualize a torta with some carnitas, onions, avocado, can't forget the refried bean-"

"The duck is choking!" you squeal and stare in fear as the poor duck starts to wheeze sharply.

Pedro's facial expressions drops as he sees the poor duck quacking in agony. Nervously rushing to its side, he looks up at you. "Do we pat its back? CPR? Call 911?!"

Pulling out your phone, you type away to find answers for your current problem. It was indeed true that you aren't supposed to feed ducks bread.

Especially thick Mexican ones.

"Give it mouth to mouth if you want chlamydia," you read aloud, causing Pedro to instantly leap away from the duck as it hastily begins to lay on the ground. "Wait, you get that from birds, not ducks. Silly me."

"Ducks are birds," he discloses, trying his best to softly pat the ducks back, finally giving it one powerful swat to help but instead the duck ends ups being thrown a few feet away by his force.

"Do I look like a fucking duck doctor?" you spit out, making him look up confused.

"You mean a veterarian."

Ignoring his last comment, you continue scrolling through more of google's suggestions, finally finding some information that may help. "You need to press down on its chest with 1-2 fingers or just give them water to drown it down."

Immediately grabbing the duck and placing it on its back, you worriedly watch over the duck from Pedro's shoulder as he works his fingers on the poor animal.

However, no luck was given as the duck was beginning to look weak and drowsy as pressure kept being projected on its chest. "We need water!"

Running towards the pond, you motion for Pedro to follow along with the duck as you look for a safe ramp to lead the duck onto. "Let's just lay him down near the water and splash him with it."

"He?" Pedro asks, stopping his movements. "But it looks like a she-"

"We are not arguing over its gender when its literally dying in your arms!" you exclaim, causing him to quickly nod and follow the ramp you found towards the water.

Gently, Pedro lowered his arms near the water with the poor duck taking over his hands. Trying to move the flow of water towards its face, he calls you over. "He's not accepting it, you need to scoop some up in your hand and pour it over his beak."

Rapidly nodding, you do as he says and take a handful and try not to spill it before gradually pouring it over the duck's beak. This water was not clean, but at least it was something. Nothing was happening until your third scoop once the duck began to actually swallow some of the water slowly.

"I-I think it's working! We did it!" Pedro cheered, trying to give you a high-five, failing incredibly as he somehow managed to lose his grip and dump the poor duck hard in the pond. "Oh shit!"

Squatting down, you try to reach for the duck as its face was buried underneath the water before Pedro's body slams into yours, causing you to fall into the dirty, cold pond.

The feeling of thick, muddy water overtakes your body as you lose all sight of air. Quickly moving your arms up and down, you rise back to the surface to find Pedro with his hands over his mouth and his jaw dropped.

He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it.

"Fuck," he nervously muttered to himself before reaching out for you. "I am so so so sorry, the leaf made me slip AH!-"

He couldn't finish his sentence as you yanked his arm down with you, pulling with almighty to get him to land in the pond. The weight of the water going down with his body diving harshly against it, you knew he was completely soaked.

And probably pissed, but its okay. It's what he deserves.

Waiting for him to come up, he finally did so in seconds looking very unhappy. It made you delighted.

"You did that on purpose!"

Scoffing, you splash him and watch as he gasps harder. "You do a lot of things on purpose."

Using both hands to release bigger waves, he splashes you back. "Don't splash me!"

Growling, you slap his chest as he clutches your wrist afterwards. "You're so lucky I forgot my phone at home."

Gasping, you feel one of his hands fly underwater. "I didn't!" You hold in your giggles as he shuffles frantically before moving his gaze back up. "Wait, I never removed it from my glove department. Be fortunate I forgot it because if you destroyed it I would've made you walk home."

Furrowing your brows, you push his shoulders and make him move back by the force of it. "You're the one who started it. We're gonna get duck chlamydia now!"

Rolling his eyes, he pushed you back, causing you to fall under the water. Once you caught your breath again you notice the way he glares at you. "That's not even a thing."

"Just another STD to add to your list," you jokingly mumble to yourself, sure he didn't catch it.

You were wrong, again.

Launching himself onto you, the two of you fall underwater as he shoves you body around in revenge. Swimming back up, you gasp for air while slapping his arms off you as he tried blocking all your attempts.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he clings his face on your shoulder as he proceeds to try and bring you down under but somehow you manage to wrap your leg around his thigh, causing him to lose his strength and fall backwards with you on top of him.

He sure has one strong grip.

Now, not saying you were going to kill him. But this was your chance to kill him with no witnesses.

Well- besides the ducks, but they wouldn't quack a soul.

Regaining his energy, he lifts himself back up and holds you up, about to drag you under again before you crazily oppose while shaking your head, "Don't! We're gonna get sick!"

"That's not a very sincere apology," he tilts his head, his wet hair scattered across his face as he awaits your alibi.

Huffing, you fight back a rude remark. "Do you understand how much poop were swimming in right now? These ducks are probably laughing at us by how much they are quacking."

Swiftly looking around, the two of you check the surrounding ducks around who blankly stare back. The older looking ones hollering nonsense, probably making plans to kill you and Pedro.

"I bet their releasing their chlamydia right now," you cry, hiding your face in his shoulder as he bursts out laughing.

"I don't think that's how it works."

Glancing down on him, you're surprised by his strength. He's been holding you up by your waist for so long you're shocked he hasn't dropped you accidentally yet. "Let's not find out, let's get out."

"You're forgetting something," he smiles, staring innocently at you, knowing damn well you can't leave without his release. "And I wouldn't wait this one out because I am pretty sure I feel toads swimming near my feet."

Instantaneously, you clung onto him tighter in fear as you could imagine the feeling of something swarming around your body. It was like hundred of spiders crawling all over you, you needed to get out of here.

Pulling yourself back up, you place your hands on his shoulders as he impassively stares back at you, waiting. "Fine," you huff. "I'm sorry for claiming you had STD's before."

Pedro just stays there, not moving an inch as if he wants more. Groaning, you knew he wasn't going to give in so easy. "And I am sorry for stimulating the idea that you would get duck chlamydia," you apologize. "But you can get E. coli."

That didn't help as he just helplessly eyed you, not impressed with your poor excuses of your so-called apologies. What more did he want? You can't necessarily beg on your knees, you're in the water!

Whining, you knew you had to pull out your sincere face. You just knew your Oscar-worthy acting was about to award you freedom.

Softly, you move strands of hair stuck near his eyes away from his face and brush his hair back before quivering your lips and looking down upon him in sorrow.

He has really pretty eyes.

"I'm really sorry," you start as you push your face inside his neck and lock him inside your arms. "I know you don't have any infections, you don't even have visible rashes or sores to prove it."

Pedro finds your plead for forgiveness charming as you squeeze him tighter. He begins to release you until he hears the mutter of your "-that are visible."

"You couldn't hold it in for a few more seconds?!" he whined at how fast you went back to insulting him.

Sighing heavily, you slap a hand to your face. "It's hard!"

Suppressing a laugh, he unwrapped his arms around you and let you get back to the sidewalk. But once you were back on your feet, you looked down to find your body filled with random pieces of dirt, sticks, and grass. "Ew!"

"You're not sitting in my car," Pedro states, waving his head side to side to release some water from his ears.

"You're worse than me!"

"My car, my rules."

Frowning, you weren't sure if he was kidding or not. "Well, you almost committed first-degree-murder so if you don't want people to know you must be my personal servant."

His instant glare turned into confusion as he abruptly moved his attention back towards the pond. "Where did the duck go?"

Widening your eyes, you forgot that you had a helpless duck in your hands minutes ago before your splash attack with Pedro. Scanning your eyes from the sidewalks to the ramps to the pond, you noticed a duck floating nearby. "I think that's them."

Pointing at a duck with the closest familiar colors than the rest, you felt Pedro let out of sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, I would have felt extremely guilty if she would have died."

"It could be a he," you snap back.

He was about to protest but honestly, you were done for the day. You just wanted to take a long and hot shower and knock back out. Not only that, but you ruined your cute running shoes you gifted yourself months ago for your work out journey.

You never really wore them, but it's the thought that counts.

"We can get breakfast another day," you plead to which he didn't argue over because he really wanted to remove the unknown substances off his body asap.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was genuinely scared he may have gotten duck chlamydia .

"Okay, but no sleeping in the car," Pedro states as you exhale loudly. All this and you still weren't allowed to doze off, how cruel is life at the moment.

Walking back to the car would've went down smoothly if the two of you weren't given disturbed looks from strangers and your clothes weren't clinging uncomfortably to your bodies, especially your shoes.

Luckily, Pedro had towels in his trunk and set them down on the seats. "God, I am definitely going to need a deep cleaning after this."

Slipping inside, your hands find the heater and turn it on full blast. Not only was it freezing outside, but your drenched state made you feel like an icicle.

Setting off back to the road, your mind begins to wander back to the question that has been flooding your mind lately. Craning you neck towards his presence, you make out his comfort state. Cool, he's calm.

Here goes nothing.

"So," you start, awkwardly playing with your hands as you try to make direct eye-contact with him as he turns his head to you. "Why did you visit the other morning?"

Lifting a brow, he pulls a face. "Other morning?"

Biting the inside of the cheek, you try to sound composed. "Yeah, remember? You dropped by around 6am-"

"-and you thought I was Lady Gaga, slammed the door on my face, and went back to bed?" he finished, grinning while finding your eyes again. "You mean that day?"

"Well if you knew what I was talking about why make me recall those mortifying details?" you grumble, leaning back against your seat. "And I thought you were a cat."

"I figured, I always questioned why Jules would ramble on about buying Lady Gaga a new electric litter box until I connected the dots," he confessed making you let out a small chuckle.

Yeah, you clearly remember how upset Jules became when Lady Gaga neglected the expensive box.

"But if you're curious, it wasn't because I wanted to go hiking," he smiled, referring to the current day.

"Then why?"

He paused for a minute, checking his mirrors before switching lanes. "I'm not really sure."

Tilting your head a bit, you express curiosity as you glance back. "I don't understand?"

Laughing lowly, he slightly shook his head. "I did wake up real fucking early that day," he started. "Maybe around 4am? Which sucked because I must've gotten like 3-4 hours of sleep."

"So you decided to wake me up so I could feel your pain?"

"No," he stifled another chuckle. "To plant trees."

Squinting your eyes, you become very confused. What is he talking about? He noticed your puzzlement immediately. "You know, go early in the morning to different areas in the city and help dig and replace old trees to plant new ones."

This whole time you were flipping out, wondering why he randomly came early in the morning just to find out it was because he's a nature boy who wants to help out the community?

It was very sweet of him to be as helpful as he was, but you were a little disappointment it wasn't something more.

"That's why?" you ask and he nods. "And why no warning?"

"Well, I was going to call but I figured all that studying you had done the evening before may have knocked you out early," he confessed.

Yet he still made you wake up early today knowing damn well you were exhausted last night. Strange.

"Why me?" you giggle. "I'm not your typical nature girl, Joon would've been perfect for the job."

Shrugging, he leaned his elbow on his middle console. "I thought about asking him, but to be honest I didn't want to pay for any damages he may have caused."

That was a very accurate insight of what Joon really was, clumsy. The amount of times he accidentally dropped his coffee cups, tripped over wires backstage, and face-planted against glass doors would be too much to count on both your palms.

You're surprised he hasn't broken his back again- but still glad he hasn't. That would really suck.

"But have you thought things over yet?" Pedro glanced your way before looking back forward. "About Canada?"

Stiffing up a bit, you move your eyes to the dashboard. You weren't dreading this conversation, but you didn't want to talk about it.

This was a situation where it was a win but also a loss.

Win as in gaining incredible experience, loss that your parent's wouldn't be pleased, it was in a different country, and you'd be missing out on your social life for almost a year.

"Not really," you admit and sense from the corner of your eyes his shoulders fall. "Still indecisive, as always," you try joking to lighten the mood.

Sending over a tiny grin, he mirrors your same expression, doubtful. His face turns concentrated again, leaning closer to you before he shuts down again, ultimately rejecting whatever idea he had going on.

The rest of the drive back to your place went by fast. The two of you made little talk about each other's life and how school was going for you, but he already knew so much already from past encounters.

Pulling up to the red curb you loathe, you crack a scowl as he only returns a smirk at his doing. "I will personally send my property manager to you so she can threaten you."

"I do love threats," he beamed, watching as you reach for the handle before stopping you by his voice. "-but I had fun this morning, despite our little uh...catastrophe," he chuckled, looking down at his clothes.

"I totally agree," you grin. "Dirt just looks so good on me."

He sniggers lightly before slightly sobering up. "But seriously, think about the offer," he begins, nipping at his lip a bit, not trying to put too much pressure on you. "It'll be good for you, you know- your future."

Sighing, you nod. You knew where he was coming from since he's been doing this for so long, but you were still young and had a lot on your mind.

"I'll think about it," you smile, reaching for the door handle and swiftly getting out, missing the way his smile slowly vanishes.

Taking your usual step back, you send him a farewell wave but he does his habitual goodbyes as he gets out of his car and grins to you. "See you around." Laughing, you walk inside the doors and make your way to the elevators, his followed soft "beautiful" being muffled by the traffic on the streets.

It seemed like both of you were screwed.

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[deityoftherain]

i don't want to be friends - SmallEtho HC10 Oneshot

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,315

Summary: The whole server joked that Etho was obsessed with Joel, and he played into it, but it wasn’t a total lie. It may have started out that way, but the admiration and affection for the other man burned brightly in his chest. He was in love with Joel and he wasn’t sure how to tell him.

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Inspired by this Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLU9297m/ I saw this tiktok and immediately went "this is so Joel and Etho" they're so idiots in love <3

Transcript: *Lady Gaga's song "bad romance" plays in the background* [TEXT] Character A confessing their love, expecting to be rejected [ @theactorbat acting hopeful, but hesitant ] *continue the song but the lyrics change to another language* [TEXT] Character B, who thought they were already dating [ @theactorbat acting confused, but in love w/ Character A anyway ]

The whole server joked that Etho was obsessed with Joel, and he played into it, but it wasn’t a total lie. It may have started out that way, but the admiration and affection for the other man burned brightly in his chest. He was in love with Joel and he wasn’t sure how to tell him.

If Etho were to say anything, would Joel even believe him? They’re been jokingly flirting for years now. Even before they were soulbound in Double Life, they found themselves teasing each other whenever they came into contact. It’s only gotten more frequent, more feverish, and more elaborate since Joel joined Hermitcraft.

Void, Etho was a mess. The very thought of Joel did a number on him, in a way no one else could manage. Etho knew he needed to do something about his crush before it got any more intense. The worst thing that could happen was Joel rejecting him, and then Etho could finally (hopefully) move on and get over his years-long crush.

Etho hoped Joel wouldn’t reject him or, at the very least, not laugh in his face for developing real feelings. Those feelings have been there for such a long time now that Etho felt a little silly because of it. Double Life had given him a taste of what it might be like to have Joel as a partner. Joel’s presence on Hermitcraft only increased that; he found himself enjoying it more than he should.

He pulled a firework from his inventory before pausing. Etho was going to simply fly over to Joel’s base, but he wasn’t sure if Joel was even home. He tucked the firework away, exchanging it with his inventory for his communicator.

<Etho> hey joel are you busy rn

<Smallishbeans> no

<Smallishbeans> i just finished restocking my shops

<Smallishbeans> miss me already?

Joel had come over the night before to chat over dinner. They ended up spending the night cuddled up together on Etho’s bed. They had parted in the morning to work on their own projects as they often do after nights like that.

Etho debated what he should say as a response. His current ideas were “you wish” and “always”, not sure which way their teasing was going to go. After playing with the ideas for a moment, he settled on “always” because it went more in line with what he wanted to talk to Joel about.

<Etho> always

<Etho>  where are you now

<Smallishbeans> shopping district but im heading back to my base

<Smallishbeans> why?

<Etho> im coming over

<Smallishbeans> okay ;)

<Smallishbeans> race you there

<GeminiTay> have fun you two

<Smallishbeans> oh we will

<GeminiTay> TMI

He knew Joel well enough to know he was cackling at his and Gem’s brief exchange, finding himself amusing. Etho tucked his communicator away with a soft chuckle as he pulled out the firework again. He lit it and it launched him in the air with the aid of his elytra.

The journey to Joel’s base didn’t take too long; a majority of the Hermits were building extremely close to each other so most people weren’t too far away. The mail system he and Tango had been working on was partly possible (doable might be a better word) because of that closeness.

“Joel?” Etho called out as he landed on the road Joel had built through his base. He observed his surroundings, admiring the designs Joel had created. The buildings were stunning, though Joel’s work usually was. Joel was a perfect addition to the Hermits; his building style and personality fit right in.

“Etho!” Joel exclaimed his name as he exited one of the structures, revealing himself to him. With his accent, Joel said Etho’s name in a way that sounded more like “Eefo”, but Etho thought it was charming. “Just to make it clear, I did beat you back. I was just clearing my inventory.”

From there, they somehow ended up in a teasing match, exchanging playful banter and flirtatious remarks as Joel showed Etho around his latest build. While it was nice to spend some more time together, Etho hadn't flown here just to admire Joel's new base additions.

“Joel.” Etho tried to present himself seriously to shift away from the banter. He didn’t want Joel to assume or think he was still messing around. “I have something to tell you.”

Joel eyed him hesitantly, cautious once he picked up on the mood shift. “What is it? What happened?”

Well, it was now or never. Etho just had to go for it and hope Joel wouldn’t be too harsh in rejecting him. “Joel, I don’t want to be friends. I mean, I do, but I don’t. I like you. A lot and- Void, how do I do this?” Etho liked to think of himself as usually quick on his feet, cool, and collected, but there was something about Joel that just unraveled him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to formulate his words better. Perhaps he should have drafted what he wanted to say before making the impulse decision to come talk to him.

Joel stared at him for a moment before laughing loudly and deeply. He clenched his stomach, the muscles there starting to ache because he was laughing so hard. Joel wiped a tear from his right eye as his laughter died down enough to speak, “Oh Etho, that’s funny. Good joke. I almost thought you were serious for a moment there.” “I am serious,” Etho insisted. Joel’s rejection hurt more than he thought it would, but it would be fine. He could move on, with time.

“What do you mean?” Joel’s laughter ended as he made a face. He looked genuinely confused now, taking Etho’s hands in his. “Etho, we’ve been dating for a while now. I already know you like me. We tell each other that, and more, all the time.”

“We’ve what?” Etho blinked at him rapidly before looking down at their familiar handholding. Was this… not rejection?

“Did you not know?” Joel’s voice raised an octave, letting go of Etho’s hands and taking a step back. He smacked his hand against his forehead before directing the motion to comb his hair with his fingers. “Good Void, Etho! We literally flirt all the time! We make out, we cuddle, we’ve gone on dates, our friends all tease us about how obsessed we are with each other, we spend so much time together, and you thought we weren’t dating? You said ‘yes’ when I asked you to be official during Double Life!”

Now that Joel said it like that, maybe Etho should have pieced the puzzle together better. If he wasn’t flustered before, he was now. He tried to justify himself, “I thought it was a bit! We were soulbound so I thought it was just leaning into the whole soulmate idea, and then we just continued the bit after Double Life ended-”

“A bit?” Joel squeaked with a disbelieving tone. His voice lowered to a mutter as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re insane. My boyfriend is a blummin’ idiot.”

“So we are boyfriends…?” Etho asked hesitantly, wanting to confirm their relationship status.

His question rewarded him with a swift wack against his forehead from Joel. “Yes, you dummy. I know hermits and lifers all tend to flirt with each other, but I don’t know how much clearer I could have been.”

Etho knew Joel was frustrated and that he should be more embarrassed, but all he could think about was that Joel returned his affection. What they had was real and it made him feel so much lighter with that knowledge. “I’ll make it up to you. Just tell me what you would want, anything at all, and I’ll make it happen.” Joel raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk growing on his lips. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

[demxnicprxncess]

GxG Smut "Can't Sleep"

YALL IM FEELING OVERLY CONFIDENT IN MY SEXUALITY RN AND ITS 1 AM I HAVE SCHOOL TMR BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO PICTURE WHOEVER TF YOU WANT, I managed to imagine both Sarah Paulson and Lady Gaga during different moments. (Don't ask.)

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CW: WLW cs im gay, cursing cs im popeye the sailor, overly detailed because im hyper, scissoring and tribbing, dirty talk, titty worship cs its women, no men, purely porn with no plot, MAKING LOVE, ITS SEX!

Rolling around against the soft sheets that wrapped around my half nude body as I practically whimpered at the things my girlfriend did to me in my dream, only to be woken up by my actual girlfriend. "Baby, are you okay? You're all sweaty and whiney..." I looked at her squinting to read her expression in the dark room, before leaning over to cut the light on. "What?" She laughed softy before pulling me into her chest, I felt the side of my sweaty face being pressed against her pillowy boobs, I felt like I was in heaven. "What were you dreaming about pretty girl?" I looked up at her and smiled bashfully before pushing her down onto the bed and sitting on top of her each of my thighs on the side of her waist. "Just how good it feels when you eat me out." She looked up at me and smiled before bringing her hands to my thighs and then my waist. "Oh yeah?" I leaned down close to her lips barely letting them touch before mumbling a soft "Yeah." into her lips as I kissed her. I slid my hips down so my pussy was in line with hers. I slid my hand down in between us and slipped it into her panties, tracing figure eights along her clit feeling as her body stutters against mine. "You like that?" I pull back from this kiss still moving my fingers before using my free hand to push her hair out of her face. "Alot." I smiled once more now removing my finger and pulling down her panties and mine. "As much as I'd love to recreate my dream I can't. Cause damn, I really fucking need you." I pushed her legs up to fold her knees in reach with her still covered breast whilst I undid my bra and then laid myself at the perfect angle to where her clit was lined perfectly with mine. I gave a gentle testing grind to make sure that whilst stimulating myself I could stimulate her, her somewhat loud moan being everything I need to tell me that I was doing right. But before I could start, I had to remove her bra, I reveled in the sight of her boobs, bare or not. I placed a hand on her boob before grinding with a bit more force now, the pleasure striking from my core all the way down to the tip of my toes. I sped up the little pushes feeling her body quiver in pleasure undermine while her moans grew in volume and intensity. "Shh baby, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear now, would we? Let 'em hear how good I fuck you in the middle of the night?" She shook her head no, and I leaned down to kiss her, swallowing every moan she sent my way and pushing my hips against hers even harsher before moving my finger to massage her scalp through her tangled hair that flung around her head and clung to her sweaty face. I pulled back feeling myself getting close knowing she finishes before me she must be holding it, I pushed with more force feeling my arousal pool out and mix with her that had also started pouring out of her hole. "You're so needy for me princess." Her moans got louder, I could feel her body shake as she reached her highly anticipated orgasm following in her footsteps, I reached mine, moaning her name out in pure ecstasy. "I have a feeling we're going to sleep well tonight.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

real! I used to love her (ts) but she feels very different than she used to. I’ve listened to phoebe bridgers a bit, she was good just not the type of music I usually listen to. Boy genius and Lucy Dacus are both amazing tho. They for sure deserved to win Aoty, or sia

sorry for how long this got??? i just started writing and oh whoops....

anyway- THATS what ive been saying about her unfortunately. its like after folklore/evermore things genuinely changed because of all the fame and popularity. people werent criticizing her anymore and instead overly praising her.

which isnt bad! i do think she deserves praise over folklore. the marketing of it being a suprise album was very clever too. but i think before those folklore there was a sense of criticism that people had with her music that kept her wanting to innovate it.

i have a strong believe that social media's algorithms are failing artists to innovate pop music in the same way than 00's pop music did just because of how much less artists have to lose now with their brandings. i once again bring up artpop by lady gaga and how much she lost for her idea???? and now??? gaga was really fucking killing it. her music had such creativity and passion put into it that you can SEE her drive in that. (also to know i didnt understand artpop as an album until MUCH later in my life)

but taylors lack of needing to innovate her sound due to her popularity and lack of criticism really has just shown how much her music has come to decline in quality. if you see the transition between fearless and speak now. those two albums. she TOOK the criticism that she "couldnt write her own songs" and literally flipped that narrative to write that entire album herself. and to me? arguably speak now is MY favorite taylor album.

and the transition between speak now to red to 1989 to reputation. theres SO much that happened in that sense of time. theres different sounds that make those albums what they are. 1989 was such a creative endeavor for her because it was her first step into pop music. i think was also her first time working with jack? now people say her decline on music is his fault as a producer but i dont believe his role had gotten bad until midnights. (i saw people discussing clairo's sling album because he produced it. but THEYRE WRONG. SLING IS GOOD AND HIS ERA OF BAD PRODUCING HAPPENED IN 2023(?) i forget when midnights came out ugh thats how many taylor albums we have gotten ffs)

but the breakaway and challenge 1989 gave really set up for reputation. she disappeared because of all the hate. and i think while I DONT SUPPORT that type of treatment because no one should go through that type of mental low... that really set her into a space to create more fluidly and with more passion?

lover- people will say was a flop.. and ill admit too... cruel summer?? shouldve never ever became a single. it was better as a hidden gem. but lover was good for the majority of songs!! there's still passion in it.

it was just that after folklore/evermore it felt very.... underwhelming and not like her at all. the quality slipped so so off the page. it just feels very recycled and unnecessary. especially like i said the fandom doesnt help with overconsumtion and she really truly should use her platform for more. the economy being in shambles and yet she wants to charge $700 for a concert ticket. (nothing bad if like someone WANTS to go but its genuinely ridiculous because inflation shouldnt BE like that).

not to even cover merch??? why is it so high?? shouldnt you want it to be accessible to your fans since you have so many?? vinyl prices are ridiculous but WHY is a hoodie almost $100. im sorry but like why 😭. cant we just charge $60 again?????

anyway all that to say that after the evermore era her music genuinely slipped off. im just thankful that the speak now rerecord didnt get BOTCHED as high hell. i have opinions about the vault tracks because the entire reason was to include tracks from that era and yet its like your smearing shit onto a perfectly wonderful painting and saying "look yall!! i added to this!!" wrong. wrong wrong wrong. idk. 1989's vault tracks just made me mad. it felt so unlike the vibe of what 1989 was???? and slut was NOT written at the time of 1989. come on.

timeless though off of the rerecord for speak now.... i will defend that one with my honor. i genuinely am glad speak now's vault tracks didnt get horrible treatment. i like that she kept the solo writing with the entire album. adding on fob and hayley's collabs as a callback because i really remember seeing videos of her singing sugar were going down and thats what you get during the speak now tour. it just felt like a full circle moment for that. fob's collab couldve been better but im glad it wasnt like... bad.

stilllll think matty's collab couldve been iconic on slut. even if i hate 1989's vault tracks as a whole... the 1975 does have good music. I KNOW. controversial yeah. anyway. hes got talent tho.

i found phoebe during 2020 when i was listening to a bunchhh of different artists (the 1975 too yeah). but punisher found me and i used to not be able to sleep due to anxiety/insomnia back then and i would listen to that album for months to just SLEEP.

i have a closeee bond with it. its like my favorite if not a close second of my favorite album of all time. its just really interesting?? also really valid that its not your type of music either. i just hold her stuff close. also did a english assignment on smoke signals' lyrics. i remember that. i got to say "fuck the cops" in the assignment and felt very proud of myself LMAO.

in terms of lucy- i for some reason never have gotten around to listening to her stuff?? even though i know i need to and should?? i just always somehow forget. many people have told me to but oh man i forget.

glad we can agree that they deserved album of the year btw.

sorry for the LENGTHY reply but yeah!! i might be forgetting to talk about something but askinf about my special interests (music) will always give you a lengthy answer.

[glitterparpaing]

ok dip queer related headcanons bc im tired of doing all the gay work around here and i need my delusions to be recognized

NEVILLE

first off i like to think of him as gay and not bi, bc sure he had a crush on florence and an evil gf but like i, too, pretended i had a crush on florence bc she’s gorgeous but i just liked her like i liked lady gaga (and for the evil gf part..... idk it just makes sense)

but he could be bi!!! i don’t have anything against it i just hc him as gay

is used to being made fun of for his allergies and very autistic traits and thought for decades that his homosexuality was just the same weird ol stuff, something that society tolerates as long as he finds a way to hide it

catherine somehow ends up telling him about it and he denies it until she puts him straight in front of the facts

doesn’t want to admit it bc f*ck no he already has too many personal issues

hopeless romantic, once he gets over it

thinks it would be easier to flirt with men bc he is truly attracted to them but he is EVEN MORE OF A MESS if it’s even possible

CATHERINE

she is 10000% a pure ally she LOVES queer ppl

i don’t think she’s queer herself tho??? there’s a good chance she tried it but i think she just loves men too much

she watches drag race and her favorites are the weird queens, try changing my mind on this one JUST TRY

she helps organize the st-marie pride parade every year and gives water bottles and hugs to every kid she can get her hands on (with consent of course)

a huge mother figure for all queer kids on the island (maybe i am projecting a bit on this one but like. am i wrong?)

MARLON

at first he was one of the bros so he wasn’t really open to it :/

it went away!! i like to think he also got a trans gf at some point

definitely straight but an ally!

wants to show supports but has no idea how (example: going up to a lesbian and saying stuff like "so like.... women amirite?? what do u like in women? personally i looove their hips")

not into politics but if a queer friend tells him to search information on something he will do it 100% no questions asked if it can make them more comfortable

NAOMI

wlw she/they queen

aren’t all naomi’s she/they queens anyway

very calm but will absolutely riot if necessary

maybe a lesbian?? i haven’t yet decided (and idk if she has a canon bf in the series i don’t remember)

FLORENCE

bisexual and i’m not sorry

has only dated men her whole life and is TIRED

loves to educate those around her but wishes people would LEARN by themselves instead sometimes (was probably annoyed by marlon at some point)

has a whole other queer life back in paris

DWAYNE

i feel like he is bi-curious like rn he likes women but u know i don’t think he necessarily shyed away from novelty back in his 20s

by novelty of course i mean men

i don’t. i don’t have much else to add lol im just gay and have daddy issues so like....... yeah

this is it for now, i don’t know the other characters as much as i do them but maybe i’ll do others!!

[erellenora]

Thank you for the tag honey! @littlesoka7567

PART ONE

Am I named after anyone?: No, not that I’m aware of.

When was the last time you cried?: This morning. Damn Bad Batch finale got to me pretty bad. 😭😫

Do you have kids?: I’m currently expecting, so yes? 💜

Do you use sarcasm a lot?: You bet your bottom dollar I do!

What’s the first you notice about people?: Behavior. I guess due to my job, I’m constantly analyzing peoples behavior. If not that, I usually notice hair and eyes.

Eye color: blue/grey.

Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings, Im not the biggest fan of scary movies.

Any special talents?: I’m not sure, special talents is subjective, so I don’t know.

Where were you born: Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA.

Biggest hobbies: I’d saying being out in nature, going to the gym, watching Netflix and Disney +, spending time with friends and loved ones.

Any pets: Technically yes. My childhood dog is 10, Labrador retriever and golden retriever mix.

Sports you play or have played: I played volleyball in high school for 3 years!

How tall am I: 5 foot 4 and a half inches.

Favorite subject in school: I enjoyed anything Law Enforcement/Criminal Justice/Law and Emergency Medical Services related, as that is what I chose for a career. Absolutely fascinating subjects and a lot of information! 🤍💙🖤

Dream job: other than what I do now, I’m not sure.

PART TWO

First ship: Oh Jesus I have no idea.

Currently shipping: I’m so bad at that, so I honestly don’t know I’m sorry 😭

Last song: Pokerface by Lady Gaga. Such a classic, absolutely love her. ❤️

Last movie: I believe it was the most recent Blsck Panther movie, I’m not 100 percent sure.

Recent Show: Bad Batch…. Urg coping has been ROUGH I TELL YOU.

Currently reading: I haven’t really started anything yet, but I might start the other Thrawn trilogy.

Currently eating: A wrap (tortilla, grilled chicken, bacon, ranch, lettuce, onion and cheese) and some juice.

Currently craving: Chipotle, SO DANG BAD. Currently in need of one of their bowls.

[midnightkyte]

fan fiction (by me of my characters)

au where spice cats ginger saffron cayenne paprika cinna form a gay band (NOT A BOY BAND FUCK YOU ONE DIRECTION CISHET WHITE BOY I THE FUCFKB 011743 the co) they are the diff erent roles paprika the heartthrob cinna the kawaii one saffron the emo one cayenne the bad boy (like cascada song) ginger the one who doesnt know what the FUCK hes doing there wh awhgat isssss WHATSSD HAPPEING NOOOOOOOOOOO so it is a gay band very homo aquired one million queer fans finally………..the mission. it is complete. its time to destroy capitalism. “CAYENNE THATS A GRENADE” cinna pleads to no avail (she is a pacifist like undertale. meanwhile cayenne is on genocide run and the world is his undertale). BOOOOMFHGKDH CAPITALISM DIED. AAAAAA “lmao it’s chill capitalism sucked anyways,” says saffron. “homeade bong im 14,” paprika agrees with a wise nod of their head. “fine…. we can destroy the government but let me neko neko ni first!! :3” cinna giggles. the band seemed to be in agreement until…..GINGER PUNCHED CAYENE???? OMG!!! BETRAYAL!!! cayenne falls to the ground, blood dripping from his nostril. was ginger…… a capitalist?? How could he betray them!! saffron stares at their best friend in betrayal, awayting answer. “ginger… are you an animal i have beccome by 3 days grass?” ginger chuckles nervously. “lol nah actually i have autism and i stim by punching things. when cayenne is dumb i stim all over him.” oh!! ok!! a relief flood over the room saffron paprika cinna (cats) embrace ginger (cat) while cayenne (cat) gazes off into the distance. “brock olbama and the chaos emrolds.” he says darkly. this was true, they all knew it. each and every spice cat knew it. but they would face it another day. Papriksa interrupted “stfu cayenne lets sing bad romance by lady gaga.” OMG!!! CAYENNE STANNED LADY GAGA!! HE GOT ANIME EYES AND SAID “YAS QUEEN!!!!!” they all loved lady gags their favorites bad romance (hot) born this way (gay) and poker face (cant read my). ggggggg good game good game saffron wins world series cinna wins world cup paprika wins nba cayenne wins super bowl ginger wins PISTON CUP???? GINGER WINS PISTON CUP!!!!! vrrr vrrrrr vvrrrrr certified lightning mcqueen moment goin down to southwest missori state university WHAT the fuck!!! its my state (misery)!!! an ad atarts to play to advertise collage. i shit the ad with a gun. anyways. not even a distant land we stuck on a whole different planet no peace looking at the sky troubles always all around so we st. SOOO THE SPICE CATS ARE GAYYY AND THEY ARE SINGINGGG AND THEY ARE STRONGER THAN YOU (copyright by ganret steven unibrow). gay gay homosexual gay trans OH NO LOOK OUT SPICE CATS ITS A NUCLEAR WARHEAD!! OH SHIT THEY HAVE AIRPODS IN THEY CANT HEAR US!!! BOOOMMMKGHDKDHS. they died. thanks for reading my fan fiction be sure to like and subscribe and file your fafsa or gibby (icarly) will file for your funeral. goodbye.

[thestarshunters]

Greetings everyone!

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So this blog will be principally about my own series called "The crime office Operation!" I’m planning to make a little visual novel about it, it’s on production ^^

So the characters are:

Asly

A young (27yo), short and successful woman, CEO of her company and secretly lead a whole criminal empire, why? Well it’s simple, when the law doesn’t give a proper punishment to the criminals someone have to do it. And she is the "someone"~

Fav line: "Everything has a price. The question is..who’s willing to pay ?"

Music: Party like a Millionaire-The millionaires// The Neighborhood-Softcore

Azariah

A tall and handsome man (28yo), leader of a family Mafia actually in collaboration with "The start hunters" (Asly’s criminal gang), honestly, he don’t really have a reason but as long he got to threatening and dealing with peoples, that’s fine. He got a little italian-american accent. (very charming)

Fav line: “If I’m going to hell, I’m taking all of you with me. At least we’ll have fun on the way down.”

Music: Gangsta paradise-Coolio// The Real slim shady-Eminem

Haven

A calm and pleasant woman (25yo), assistant and financial manager of "The Stars hunters" and Asly’s company, she’s literally the most normal person around and also probably the most adult…(she just doesn’t know how to have fun..pff anyway) she does have morals so killing doesn’t fit right for her, but as long she don’t hurt someone herself, it’s alright…also a coffee addict.

Fav line: "Numbers don’t lie but people sure do, keep that in mind."

Music: I knew you were trouble-Taylor Swift// Monster-Lady Gaga

Cheryl

Asly’s lil adoptive daughter (8/10yo), technology’s prodigy and "The stars hunters" hacker and cybersecurity expert, she is more excited by the idea of her mother being a criminal mastermind than afraid, she learns from the best and of course doesn’t hide it, she have a little attitude but once you know her she is very adorable.

Fav line: "Mom, if you get ever caught, remember im a child, im too innocent to be arrested."

Music: Shake it off-Taylor Swift// Firework-Katy Pery

Cat (Catherin)

A beautiful and charismatic woman (28yo) and leader of the "Anti criminal Unit" (police officer), she love eating and a Cookies master! Her red eyes are probably the most captivating part about her, she radiates with intellect and charm that she use at her advantage, for her, justice and law are different but there’s some limits to not cross.

Fav line : "you can’t catch criminals if you can’t think like one"

Music: Stronger-Kanye West// Confident-Demi Lovato

[maximuswolf]

I have found no one with the same music taste as me

I have found no one with the same music taste as me Ok i live in Australia and can't find anyone who likes the big band swing genre of the 1930s and 40s. I know it's an old genre and stuff but surely out of all of NSW that im not the only person in the whole state or even nation who loves this kind of music.I listen to artists such as Artie Shaw, Benny Goodman, Louis Armstrong, Ella fitzgerald, Glen Miller, Harry James, Cab Calloway, Fats Waller, Andrews sisters, Boswell sisters, Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington and the list goes on and on. This is the type of genre i listen to the most because it gives me a feeling that im safe and at home. I think is the muted trumpets that do the trick in the background but anyways. I feel i can connect to it the most.I have tried to broaden my horizon. Listening to 60s-80s music, which i kinda grew up with anyway, listening to guns n roses and ACDC, tried listening to the Mamas and the Papas and the Beatles, and have bought a few records. So i sometimes switch between the eras if i wanna break from my usual 40s jive songs.Even if i meet ppl who like 60s-80s music, that isnt even their main listening type of music. Its usually rap. Which i also tried to open myself up to. I tried to listen to Doja Cat, Ice Spice, and so on, but got no spark or any sort of connection. It got no where near to how i feel with my usual genre. I also spent my entire childhood loving all the popular artists then like Lady Gaga and Britanny. Ever since Wall-e came out, i have loved jazz ever since.Just my only problem is, is that i know no one else with the same amount of interest. Like at all. The only similar ppl i have found are in the U.S. But i would love to know of any over here in sydney.I would be surprised that i would possibly be the only one, surely not, honestly. Submitted July 28, 2024 at 08:38AM by Enough_Comparison_44 https://ift.tt/iGPsXz7 via /r/Music

[cherryo]

Love Game

So,,, ive been working on this for a little bit!! im really proud of it lol, i also listened to lady gaga the entire time(hence the name) 

Pairings: 2012! donnie x gn Reader genre: fluff? pronouns: gn word count: 2.8k warnings: assault, attempt at kidnapping, slight stalking from Donatello, nightmares from the attempt, i think thats it?

Walking down New York City was,,, interesting to say the least. In the daytime, it was mostly okay, but at night that was a totally different thing, especially when it was cold and snowy. You can never be too careful and wary, looking around constantly to make sure you weren't being followed. 

Even though no one was behind you, you could still feel a pair of eyes locked on you. You couldn't find where it was coming from at all, you wrapped your purple scarf around your neck and lower part of your face tighter. Hoping it's just your paranoia and not someone actually following you, you wished your job wasnt so far from your apartment building. You were only a block away from the building, speeding up when you felt the gaze intensify. 

This wasn't the first time you were watched while you were walking home, sometimes when it got to be too much you'd call your roommate or record and talk to yourself. You can absolutely never be careful enough. What was weird about it was that this had been going on for weeks but only started after you had been nearly kidnapped on the way home. 

—--

You didn't have a car or any other transportation so walking was your only way home, you had your pocket knife in your hand but you stupidly had both earbuds in blasting Lady Gaga's song loveGame. You had just needed the song to fix your already bad day, that's when you felt someone tug your shoulder back. It got tugged back hard making you fall backwards and into a random man's chest, your earbuds popping out and going in different directions. 

You started screaming but a hand quickly covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming or biting the assaulter. You stomped your feet, trying to hit something on this man, eventually your squirming helped you out and you hit his foot, hard. He clearly wasn't aware that you weren't going down without a fight, crying and cussing out of pain  he loosened his grip. That gave you the perfect chance to break free from him and bolt, he chased after you only a couple seconds later you didn't hear his footsteps. 

Curiosity got the best of you and you looked behind you, only to see what looked like,,,,, a turtle? The attacker on the ground out cold, the turtle (?) Turned to meet your eyes with their white eyes.

 "Huh? " their eyes widened in surprise that you acknowledged that they were there, you were just surprised a turtle grew this big. Not questioning the fact the turtle knew how to do anything human like. 

This turtle was tall, with a purple bandana wrapped around their face, holding a Bo staff, the end currently pressed to the man's chest. 

You decided that that was enough interesting things for you for the night and made a run for your apartment, not stopping till you were in your kitchen.

—

Even after that encounter, you were oblivious to the fact it was most likely the turtle who saved you that was making sure you got home safe. Being easily distracted was just a part of you, and the best thing to distract you with? The stars, even though you lived in New York City, you got to see the stars every now and again. Not often, so it made this moment of the night sky being lit up so special, forgetting that this was the exact spot you got attacked at. 

Shivering hard brought you back to the current time, Realizing you definitely shouldn't be lingering at night. You could always go onto your fire escape and watch the stars there, setting off again quickening your pace. Your apartment building was right around the corner, seeing the glass doors to the lobby made you feel warmer already. 

Making your way to your room, hangin up your scarf and heavy winter jacket. You made sure your shoes were all nice and neat on the shoe rack, lest your roommate come after you while you're asleep again. 

Finally in your room, you stripped and went to take a hot shower.  Washing away all the dirt and paranoia of the day felt nice, knowing you were safe in your apartment made this shower all the better. Stepping out and drying off, you threw on some warm and soft clothes, it was nice getting out of your job uniform. 

Stepping out onto your fire escape, you sat down and watched the sky for a good thirty minutes. All of sudden you felt it, that same intense gaze that you could never tell if it was dangerous or not. Trying to ignore it in favor of the night sky was hard, looking around you did nothing, you saw absolutely nothing. Mostly other people's fire escapes, the dark windows, that purple clad turtle, the rooftops of other apartment buildings, clothes line- wait? 

Slowly moving your gaze back over to where you saw the turtle, only to see nothing. Great, now you just felt plain crazy, your roommate had ignored your pleas of her believing you on being saved by a purple turtle. Simply saying you were seeing things, there's no mutant turtles around New York City. Sure there were giant rats and crazy scientists, but definitely no giant mutant turtles. 

You felt a shadow loom over you for a quick second, snapping your head to above you, seeing nothing again. 

Thump. 

You shifted your gaze to where you heard the noise, again seeing nothing. You got up, dusting your ass off, you walked up the fire escapes. Hearing thumps as you go, seeing nothing there to go with the noises. realizing that you no longer felt safe outside you made your way down the steps, looking back every time you felt that same stupid gaze. 

As soon as you made your way to your fire escape and into your room, the gazes stopped. Leaving you in your room thinking about how stupid it was to follow the noises. 

—--------

Waking up drenched in sweat was not how you wanted to start your morning, looking over at your clock only to realize it read out 3am and not 6am. "Great, if I go back to sleep now I won't wake up for my alarm" mumbling out to no one in particular, "well, might as well get up."

Staying as quiet as you could, you made yourself some breakfast which included scrambled eggs and potatoes. of course you couldn't start your morning out with no coffee, so you made your cup and had some leftovers to come back to. Deciding to be spontaneous you sat out on your fire escape, which wasn't a good idea with how cold it was but as soon as you got a blanket and a jacket it was fine. 

Finishing your breakfast, you sat there looking at the city already bustling around you, and staring at what little stars you could see. You decided today was going to be your adventurous day, as you bagan your way up the fire escapes to the roof. You had left your dishes, knowing you'd be back for them. You wrapped yourself tightly into your blanket, you had already worn warm pj's to bed but it wasn't enough against the New York winter weather. 

Stopping to step over the lip of the roof onto the stable part, you walked around admiring everything you could see from your spot. Never being able to find time to come up the roof, the view left you in awe. That awe was cut short when you felt that familiar gaze, shooting around to see where it was coming from. You couldn't spot anyone or thing, you gave up and went about your morning night? 

You laid down on the roof, still wrapped tightly in your nice, warm blanket admiring the clear skies for once. Stars were surprisingly bright out, even seeing a shooting star. You shot a quick gaze to your right, seeing a flash of that same green and purple you'd seen weeks ago. 

"Hey!" You didn't know what came over you in order for you to yell out to the person, but you did, and that didn't stop them from running away. You laid back down, as you had gotten up to yell at them, not feeling the gaze on you anymore. You stayed like that for a good hour, making the time 4:30am, you groaned at the time. You still had a while before you were supposed to even be up. 

"why did I have to have that stupid nightmare" you said to an empty roof, not particularly wanting anyone to respond. You'd been having these debilitating night Terrors about when you were almost kidnapped, your hero nowhere to be seen in these dreams. Shamefully you'd tried all those 'sleep hacks' but you usually downed a couple melatonin, hoping it was enough to knock you out. It almost never was. 

You spent a couple more minutes on the roof just thinking about life, getting up to head back down to your apartment and clean up your mess. As you're almost to your apartment you feel the gaze, you look around, again nothing. At this point why do you even try, this person doesn't want to be found, until you look ahead of you to see the green and purple clad,, turtle! So you were right, there are in fact mutants, or at least turtles. 

You stared at each other before they scampered off, leaving you alone once again. 

"Hey!! Hey wait!!" That did shit, if anything that made them run away faster. Sighing, you decided to just head to your apartment and get ready for work. 

—--

Weird things were starting to happen since that night of meeting face to face, things such as having notes (horribly written and unintelligible) left at your window, tiny trinkets, shiny things and sometimes tiny robots appearing on your fire escape. Most of the notes you could decipher after a little bit of studying them, others you just,,, couldn't figure it out. 

The shiny things would be rings or coins, or even sometimes metal shards shaped into a turtle or pizza slice. Regardless of the items that had been appearing at your window, you've yet to see the turtle again since that night. You've felt the gaze, just not the eyes that stare at you. 

You've still yet to figure out why, why this turtle ?  Has taken a liking to you. You've done nothing besides been almost kidnapped, to attract them. You weren't complaining, it was nice to walk home and feel safe. It wasn't every night that you got to slow down and take a minute to look up at the stars.

So, you decided the moment you got a shiny bracelet and warm red beans and rice, you would leave out gifts of your own. You started baking like crazy, leaving out loaves of bread and cookies, finding them gone the next morning and a thank you note in its place. The handwriting on said notes was getting better each time, it left you wondering whether or not the gift giver was practicing.

This went on for months, only getting glimpses here and there of the purple-clad hero, the notes that were left were getting longer becoming more like letters to each other. Every day or so you’d turn on the news to see if the turtle took a spotlight, but nothing came up from the news station. Now, research forums were a different thing, there were hundreds of posts of not only the purple-clad hero but also three other turtle heroes.

At this point, you weren't shocked to see that there were more than your turtle friends, but it did seem that there were only four of them. You thought it was cute that they all had different colors associated with them, even though you knew nothing about them it felt like their colors really matched.

—--------

Like every other night, you sat out on your fire escape waiting to see if you'd catch a glimpse of your hero. It had already been five hours since you first came out here, you had a day off the next day so it wasn't any trouble to spend the night out here. 

You already expected to see nothing, to wake up from a power nap to your gift gone, a pretty note, and a blanket covering you. So it was surprising to wake up from yet another power nap to a turtle sitting across from you, they were just as surprised as you were. 

You sat still in fear of scaring them, a giant smile stretched across your face, making the turtle blush heavily. "So,,,, you're the one who's been keeping me safe?" You had sat up fully, no longer slumped but still making slow movements. 

They looked like they wanted to say something, opening and closing their mouth. "It's okay if you don't want to say anything, but I really appreciate being able to walk in the dark without getting kidnapped again" you held out your hand for them, showing it's okay for them to move closer to you. 

"It's uh,, no problem" they said shuffling closer to you, they weren't making any eye contact but you could tell the blush was still there. "I didn't know what I would uhm, do with myself if I hadn't made an effort to continue to make sure you were safe," finally grasping your hand, you noticed their hands were cold. 

“What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking,” you had moved closer and fully grasped their hand, but they still look incredibly nervous sitting near you. Staying quiet to let them know to take their time.

“My name is Donatello, Donnie for short.” rubbing the back of their neck, they showed the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. Gasping at how cute Donnie was, the tooth gap included, his smile was absolutely adorable. You gave Donnie a big smile back, taking in his beauty, he looked anywhere but directly at you.

Giving him your name back, you leaned in super close to his face, almost trying to take in every detail. “Your tooth gap is so fucking cute,” saying that made him nervously smile again, showing the aforementioned tooth gap. “Oh Uhm, uh hehe thank you” Donnie stumbled a bit trying to accept the compliment, eventually getting out a ‘thank you,’ gosh, you just met this turtle for real and you already feel yourself falling in love.

A vibration startled the both of you, Donnie groaned as he pulled out what looked like a tiny shell. He started ferociously typing on it, it dawned on you that it was a phone, he paused every now and again while looking at you. You quirked an eyebrow to show your confusion only to get a quick wave of his hand in response. 

“My brothers, are Uhm, well-” he was interrupted by someone calling out his full name, both of you looked up, you noticed that it was the three other turtles that those articles had talked about. They all looked much taller in person, you all of a sudden felt very very small.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere, Donnie! You didnt even tell us you were going out and now we find you here, with a, a uh-” “A GIRL!” the blue one had started lecturing Donnie only for the orange one to interrupt. Donnie just groaned, putting his head in both of his hands. 

“Why are you guys here,” Donnie really didnt want you to meet his brothers this soon, or at all but here you were, looking scared and nervous. 

“Because we were worried, didnt expect to find you on a date” The red one smirked, purposely teasing Donnie.

“Oh sorry, you must be confused” the blue one had turned to face you, his gaze softening “im Leonardo, this ones Mikey” he wrapped his arm around the orange turtle next to him “and that ones Raph” pointing to the one that was in the red bandana.

“Oh! It’s all very nice to meet you guys,” you waved to them, not knowing what else to do. You turned towards Donnie after hearing him let out a huge sigh, he started to stand up “well, i guess ive got to get going.”

“We should do this again,” he stuck his hand out to help you up, you of course graciously took the help. You noticed his hands were calloused, most likely from fighting if you had to guess, “of course, im out here every night, usually waiting to see if i can get a glance of you” you winked at the end.

Donnie lifted your hand up to give it a kiss, the boys let out a chorus of groans, Donnie softly let go of you. He jumped up to the other rooftop, only turning back to wink at you when his brothers were ahead of him.

In that moment you felt lucky to have met your purple-clad hero.

[charmustdie]

haikyuu boys’ music tastes bc i got very bored

KARASUNO

hinata - definitely a rex orange county stan, like mellow indie songs and a bit of pop as well 

favourite song: sunflower - rex orange county

kageyama - INDIE ROCK, he comes across as a bit of a music snob bc he doesnt like pop but he secretly vibes to the black eyed peas when he’s home alone

favourite song: i bet that you look good on the dancefloor - arctic monkeys

tsukishima - a lot of pop punk and generic rock, he never rlly had an emo phase but appreciates the genius of patrick stump and matt bellamy with the enthusiasm of a former emo

favourite song: saturday - fall out boy

yamaguchi - THE EMO PHASE IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE, he was definitely a my chem stan in middle school, but now he also listens to the same kind of music as hinata, so his taste is broad

favourite song: early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance

tanaka - he has the most obnoxious music taste ever but it all lowkey slaps, like u could trust him with the aux as long as u dont mind pitbull and hollywood undead at full volume

favourite song: DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

nishinoya - pretty much the same taste as tanaka, they share playlists all the time

favourite song: international love - pitbull (THIS IS NON-NEGOTIABLE)

asahi - hear me out, he LOVES old music, like 70s disco and dad rock. if you play abba he WILL sing along badly

favourite song: how deep is your love - bee gees

sugawara - definitely has very generic music taste, like just regular 2000s pop (despite having an emo phase in the past) but he definitely stans beyonce and lady gaga a little too much

favourite song: boom boom pow - black eyed peas

daichi - also v generic music taste but i KNOW this man listens to country music when he goes on long drives

favourite song: classic - mkto

AOBA JOHSAI

oikawa - he’ll listen to anything but britney spears is his queen n i love that for him

favourite song: if u seek amy - britney spears

iwaizumi - very much just generic workout music, like it’s very predictable but all goes so hard for no reason

favourite song: come with me now - kongos

kyoutani - he’s still in his emo phase n its BAD, like hes at THAT point in his emo phase (u know the one)

favourite song: you only live once - suicide silence

kindaichi - im sorry but his music taste is probably SO BLAND

favourite song: thinking out loud - ed sheeran (HAHAJIJFJDKGHRIF IM SORRY KINDAICHI)

kunimi - either like hyperpop/nightcore or like,,, HEAVY rock. no inbetween

favourite song: ghost rule - DECO*27

NEKOMA

kuroo - a healthy mix between fuckboy music and alt rock

favourite song: everywhere i go - hollywood undead

kenma - honestly he probably listens to video game soundtracks, like when he goes jogging with the team he’s playing rooftop run act 1 through his skullcandy earbuds

favourite song: my ordinary life - the living tombstone

lev - literally everything, like he has zero preference at all, it’s anarchy in that man’s spotify

favourite song: september - earth, wind and fire

yaku - a bit of everything but he has an inexplicable fondness for midwest emo despite never having had an emo phase

favourite song: blue eyes like the devil’s water - mccafferty

inuoka - probably pretty similar to tanaka and noya but more wholesome if that makes sense??

favourite song: growl - exo

FUKURODANI

bokuto - either genuinely amazing songs or the stupidest stuff he could find in the depths of the internet (once akaashi caught him unironically listening to the “cat, im a kitty cat” song from like 2008)

favourite song: juice - lizzo

akaashi - very mellow, almost bittersweet songs. like konoha has looked through his spotify and was quite concerned

favourite song: talking to the moon - bruno mars

konoha - probably pretty similar to kuroo’s music taste tbh

favourite song: gives you hell - all-american rejects

SHIRATORIZAWA

ushijima - honestly he probably doesnt listen to much music unless tendou makes him but he has a couple of rlly old songs that he likes

favourite song: what a wonderful world - louis armstrong

tendou - one look at this man’s spotify n you KNOW he’s unhinged, like his playlists are the embodiment of mental illness

favourite song: lights out - mindless self indulgence

goshiki - aw he thinks he’s so cool, he has the playlists of a 13 yr old who just developed an individuality complex and honestly i love that for him

favourite song: bang bang - green day

shirabu - this mf listens to nothing but rage music and honestly i don’t blame him

favourite song: true friends - bring me the horizon

semi - god his spotify is BUSSIN, like his playlists are always IMMACULATE with the perfect mix of everything

favourite song: be nice to me - the front bottoms

INARIZAKI

atsumu - fuckboy music. that’s it. like he’s so annoying when he has the aux but he has a couple of bangers that are absolutely worth it

favourite song: 24K magic - bruno mars

osamu - very similar to kags tbh, a lot of indie rock and he resents atsumu’s music taste lmao

favourite song: iris - goo goo dolls

suna - a good middleground between tendou and osamu’s tastes, like he’s unhinged but make it lowkey

favourite song: bloody mary - lady gaga

aran - i just know this man has some fantastic playlists, like he definitely has the best music taste of everyone on the team

favourite song: supermassive black hole - muse

kita - mellow asf but like it almost makes u worry, like how is he so calm, surely he’s gotta snap at some point

favourite song: corduroy dreams - rex orange county

I CBA TO GO BY SCHOOLS ANYMORE

terushima - all types of rock but he listens to classic punk n its just PURRRRRR

favourite song: too drunk to fuck - dead kennedys

koganegawa - i have no idea what’s going on in his spotify but whatever it is, it’s a vibe

favourite song: discord - the living tombstone

[whatiwillsay]

i honestly put taylor in the same category as phoebe bridgers, mitski, brie larson, the girl from “you”. where it’s like, yeah they’re bi (out or closeted) but they’re not as “gay” as you think they are, and i don’t mean that in an invalidating way. like take phoebe for example, her whole thing that the internet brands her as is “making music for bi girls/ gay girls” but she’s only had serious relationships with men. and when she was dating a woman, she was having threesomes with the girl’s bf before they got together.

some bi women prefer men, which is fine but the internet will make it seem like they’re 99-1 women-men. and then get upset when they’re posting their bf. recently i’ve been wondering if taylor is in that boat, and i’m not taking her music as “proof” of how much she likes women bc she’s just a rly rly good songwriter?? is this a way to make her queer fans feel included or are they her lived experiences/feelings? something i think about.

yeah this is the kind of discourse that bores me immensely because there’s never going to be any pure way to see what bi women prefer men because it’s a natural preference (and there are many women like that and they’re valid and i love them and support them fully as members of the lgbt community) and what bi women “prefer men” because society hates women AND hates gay people.

like for one we don’t know who prefers men and who doesn’t but let’s say taylor does. do you think being endlessly told (either explicitly or just picking up on context clues around the industry) at 15, 16, 17 that dating a woman would ruin her life and ruin her career and ruin her family’s reputation just MIGHT have had a little impact on who she chooses to date? do you think that making hundreds of millions of dollars off selling songs exclusively (in the public’s eye) about famous women just might have had a little impact on what she prefers?

like you’re basically saying “so and so only publicly dates men and of course society LOVES GAY WOMEN like the butcher and gayer the better! we are completely past misogyny and homophobia as a nation 😌 so yes all the women who publicly only date men, even though at times they’re not even allowed to choose what they wear, that is 100% their preference and choice, no one has ever hid a part of themselves from the public ever so these dating preferences must be legit and innate 😌” like no. society hates women and gay people there is absolutely no point in digging around and analyzing and trying to sus out who prefers what. did you say elton john preferred women when he married a woman? did you say kehlani preferred men before they were out as a lesbian?

furthermore some women like lady gaga and miley are on record as saying yes i openly dated a woman the press ignored it. so like… how do you even know who is dating women and prefers them?

taylor MAY prefer men and if she does that’s great im happy for her (because her life is much easier for it) but we don’t know that for sure and it’s very silly to think someone’s public image can tell you their preference in a society polluted with hatred.

but yes the internet is overrun with people who think that a bi woman must prefer men and that’s simply not true in all cases and the only reason people do that is misogyny and homophobic heteronormativity and i’m bored of it.

[eberles]

Million Reasons

Tyler Seguin

Request: OK I GOT IT I GOT THE SONG IM READY FOR THE ANGST AND FLUFF AND YES *clears throat* Million Reasons by lady Gaga with Seggy 🥺

A/N: umm this is pretty sad ngl, you can blame katie tho for requesting it!! i hope you guys like angst, there is a lil fluffy tho! :) this is based of Million Reasons by Lady Gaga, feel free to listen while you read. i love feedback, so tell me what you think! :)

Warnings: angst, mentions of toxic relationship 

I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but baby, I just need one good one to stay...

“Tyler, where are you? Call me back, you’re late...Again.” That was your 5th time calling Tyler in the last hour. He promised he would be home early today so he could have dinner with your parents. It would’ve been fine if he missed it, except your parents are hardly ever in town and they wanted to see you and Tyler together since they never got the opportunity. This was important to you and he knew that. After another hour of waiting at home for him, you decided you weren’t going to be late to meet your parents at the restaurant. 

“Hi guy, I missed you!” you greeted your parents, walking into the restaurant and seeing they already had a table. They stood up so you could give hugs and you were hoping they wouldn’t bring up that Tyler wasn’t with you. But you weren’t that lucky.

“Where is Tyler? Wasn’t he supposed to be with you?” you asked, looking behind you when she pulled away from your hug, sitting down when she didn’t see him. 

“Yes, i’m sorry, he wanted to be here, but he got caught up with work stuff.” you lied, feeling guilty. This wasn’t the first time he’s missed dinner with your parents and you hated lying to them about it, but you couldn’t bear the thought of them having any negative thoughts on Tyler. You parents nodded, and you weren’t sure they entirely believed you this time. 

Dinner went well and you made more plans with your parents to show them some famous Dallas sights tomorrow. By the time you got home you were exhausted, wanting to just curl up in bed and sleep. However, when you walked into your house, you were met with Tyler sitting in the living room watching tv. 

“Hey babe.” Tyler looked away from the tv quickly, to greet you as you walked in the door, missing the shocked expression you had on your face.

“Did you not get my 5 missed calls earlier or did you just not care?” you asked, your tone of voice giving away how frustrated you were with your boyfriend. 

“Ugh. Can we not do this right now? I’m tired and I just wanted one day where I didn't have to answer to you.” Tyler shook his head as he spoke and he could tell he was snippy. Although, you weren't sure what he had to be upset about. 

“Are you kidding me? We had plans with my parents tonight! You completely blew me off, do you know how embarrassing that is?” He hasn’t removed his gaze from the tv in front of him so you marched over and stood in between the tv and him, waving your arms around waiting for an answer.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I forgot.” Tyler shrugged, not even pretending to care. If you weren’t so tired from the day you had, you could’ve argued with you more, but at this point it didn’t seem worth it. Scoffing, you walked away, going up to your bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind you, not wanting to spend the night in the same bed with him. 

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to open your bedroom door to see Tyler sleeping on the floor outside of it. Your heart leaped at the thought he might’ve cared enough to see if you were okay last night. 

“Tyler, babe, wake up.” you said gently, leaning down next to him to rub his shoulder, hoping to wake him up without scaring him. 

“Y/N, i’m sorry about last night! I’m an ass, I know that. I shouldn’t have forgotten about dinner and I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat when you said you tried to call me.” you helped Tyler up from the ground and he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug. You let him hug you, resting your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, missing him being close to you. “I’m gonna make it up to you today, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“I’m supposed to show my parents around Dallas today, but i’m sure they would love it if you joined in.” you said excitedly, hoping to show your parents that Tyler truly does care. 

“I would love that, baby.” Tyler’s words were genuine and you kissed him before pulling him down to the kitchen to make you breakfast. 

I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away…

“Tyler? Are you even listening?” you were growing impatient after putting together a nice dinner for the two of you and your boyfriend of two years couldn't even bother to pick his head up from his phone. You were supposed to be celebrating your anniversary tonight and originally Tyler told you he would take you to the new Italian place that opened up downtown. Unfortunately, this morning Tyler told you something came up and he would have to cancel your reservations, so you offered to cook at home instead for a later dinner. 

“Yea I heard you, babe.” Tyler finally spoke up, not looking up from his phone that had been dinging constantly since he got hime half an hour ago. You stood up grabbing your half eaten plate along with his and started cleaning up the dinner. Tyler picked up his head, feeling your presence moving around, “I wasn’t done.”

“Well, I am.” you mumbled, putting his plate back in front of him, “Happy anniversary.” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, walking out of the dining room and into your shared bedroom for the night. 

But baby, I just need one good one to stay…

It’s been three weeks since Tyler has left for a few string of games out of state and he was finally coming home. You were missing him a lot this trip and he called you everyday to check in. It felt like things were going back to how they used to be and you couldn’t be more happy. Your boss told you to leave work early today since there wasn’t much left to do, so that’s exactly what you did. You got home, opening the door, frowning when you weren’t greeted by the dogs, like you usually were. Walking further into the house, you noticed some candles lit around your apartment accompanied by flower petals, you were confused until you saw him come into view.

“Surprise, baby.” Tyler smirked, watching you look around the room, clearly confused by him being home a day early. 

“What are you doing here?” you cried out, walking closer to Tyler letting him take you into his arms, letting you finally relax your shoulders, immediately feeling comfort in his embrace. 

“I missed you too much to wait until tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead, and you pulled away to kiss him properly. You looked around the room again, feeling your eyes welling up with tears in awe at how thoughtful he really could be. He cares.

I bow down to pray, I try to make the worst seem better...

It started out good, amazing even. The first year of your relationship was amazing, you couldn’t recall one fight or bad memory you had with Tyler within the first year of your relationship. Unfortunately, it went downhill after that. Starting with small stuff like missing out on important dinners with your family and progressing to missed birthdays and anniversaries. Let’s not forget the attachment he has to his phone, of course everyone is a little attached, but Tyler was different. You couldn’t help but notice how it was always going off or how he moved into different rooms to answer phone calls. You were exhausted and always giving him the benefit of the doubt. Always defending him. Always making the same excuses for him. Always lying for him. 

You’ve battled with your friends and family about how Tyler was worth staying for. They all hoped one day you would realize what was right in front of you and do something about it. But you knew deep down. You convinced yourself the one reason was always enough compared to the millions reasons, you never let yourself admit how wrong it was. It was toxic, you knew it, hell even he knew it. 

He told you how much he cared and loved you, but even if he did mean those words or anything he told you. It was always going to be hard to fathom which parts you could even believe. Tyler gave you about a million reasons to leave him. But he always gave you one reason to stay.  

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