#nvm THESE are his famous last words

[bigidiotenergytm]

"I can take the suffering from you~"

Poseidon continues to sing, his voice deep and gravelly; so unlike Penelope's.

He felt nothing but pride for he managed to trick this mortal with little to no effort.

Emboldened and amused by Odysseus playing along, he took a couple of steps foward, closing the distance between the small ship and himself.

Once he was close enough, he looked the king of Ithaca in the eyes. His voice then became serious, abandoning the role he was playing.

The captain was already fooled, so there was no point in continuing the song and dance (literally). Knowing Odysseus, he'd certainly do whatever his wife told him to.

"Now, get in the water."

It was definitely not a voice he missed.

Even in this charade- their naïvetés and their hopefulness, Odysseus is trying to think of a way out. Any way out. They don't have a wing bag this time. There's nothing they can do to FLEE.

Poseidon only creeps closer and the king can only feel his heart sky-rocket. A terror, a dread that runs his blood cold. The last time they encountered Poseidon, 552 men died. They went all the way to the Underworld just to escape the God of Storms and his game. Only for their paths to collide once more.

Throw the guilt away. KEEP THE FOE AT BAY.

The God expunges their little game, yes, but there's still a player. Odysseus takes a bold step forward. Smiling. Blushing.

"♫ Poseidon whyyy~ You know I'm too shyy~ ♫"

[marimbles]

Ey I forgot to post this here but! I wrote a lil ladrien fic!

Word count: 3.2k

Summary:

Ladybug sniffed. “I saw through you right away. You look just like a celebrity trying to sneak past the paparazzi.”

Adrien frowned. “Well, I think I blend in better than you do. What are you supposed to be, a film noir detective on holiday?”

Or, Incognito Adrien runs into I'm-Not-Here Ladybug on the bus.

Mr. Perfect Disguise

13:38

adrienagrestbrand

HALLELUJAH! My shoot was canceled!

lahiffesbeats

oh sweet!

wait the one with Lila?

adrienagrestbrand

Yes!!!

Apparently she caught the flu

lahiffesbeats

uhh why are you so excited that lila’s sick. that’s not cool man

adrienagrestbrand

Oh um I’m not excited that she’s sick! I’m just glad to have some extra time.

One of my mom’s movies is playing at this indie cinema downtown. Want to go see it with me?

lahiffesbeats

aw man, i cant :( im watching chris

adrienagrestbrand

Maybe you could bring him?

lahiffesbeats

nah, he can’t sit still during a movie lol

maybe alya is free?

adrienagrestbrand

Uh, you don’t think that would be a bit awkward?

lahiffesbeats

why

adrienagrestbrand

I mean, Alya is great, but we never hang out with just the two of us.

lahiffesbeats

ok so ask marinette

adrienagrestbrand

I don’t think Marinette would want to go with me 😅 Last time we went to the movies together, Gorizilla showed up and it was kind of a disaster.

I think I’ll just go on my own. I’m not sure the movie would be that interesting to any of you anyway, haha.

lahiffesbeats

well i know for a fact that marinette would be 3000% down to go to literally any movie with u but ok lmao

adrienagrestbrand

What do you mean? How do you know for a fact?

lahiffesbeats

nvm

have fun dude!

adrienagrestbrand

Sorry, but would you mind covering for me? I told Gorilla I was going to study with you.

lahiffesbeats

sure thing bro. i’m honored to protect your scandalous sneaky ways

i’m proud. honestly i might tear up

adrienagrestbrand

Thanks

And shut up

Gorilla will drop me off in a few, OK? Then when the coast is clear I’ll head over to the theater

lahiffesbeats

How are you gonna get there

adrienagrestbrand

I’ll take the bus

lahiffesbeats

the bus?

mr. famous rich boy teenage heartthrob model adrien agreste is gonna take the bus

adrienagrestbrand

Yes

And shut up

lahiffesbeats

bro i hate to ask but have you ever been on a bus

like do you know how it works

adrienagrestbrand

Yes!!!!

No

But how hard can it be? You just get on and pay the driver and ride it, right?

Wait, do they give change back for 100€?

lahiffesbeats

probably not lol

just take my travel pass

adrienagrestbrand

Really? You’d do that?

lahiffesbeats

ofc. i’m very invested in your teenage rebellion

u can give it back tmw

adrienagrestbrand

Thanks, Nino!! You’re the best

lahiffesbeats

yeah, yeah. i know

just have ur bodydude drop u off here and i will help u turn on Incognito Mode. for maximum stealth

i will make you a kit

adrienagrestbrand

A kit?

lahiffesbeats

yee

for Operation Teenage Rebellion

just trust me

see u in a few

adrienagrestbrand

See you

— — —

“Uh, Nino, are you sure about this?”

Adrien frowned down at his outfit. Nino’s “Incognito Mode” had turned out to be a pair of sunglasses, his signature red hat, and an old denim jacket with a mysterious stain on it, which he insisted Adrien wear to hide the fact that his shirt “cost literally a million Euros, dude.” He’d even made Adrien swap out his orange Agreste-brand sneakers for pair of Nino’s old Nike slides, which were the only thing small enough to fit him.

“Have I ever led you wrong?” Nino grinned. “Just trust me.”

Adrien opened his mouth to name a time or two when Nino had, maybe, actually, led him wrong, but before he could say anything, Nino was nudging him out the door.

“Sorry, man, I really gotta get back to Chris. And you gotta get to the bus.” He shoved a plastic sack into Adrien’s hands. “Later! Keep me posted.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

Adrien peered into the bag. It contained a neon yellow sports drink, a pack of American crisps with a cartoon cheetah on them, and a plastic blue card, which he assumed was Nino’s transit pass.

The bus would arrive in just a few minutes. Adrien hurried down the steps of Nino’s building and jogged to the corner to wait.

Soon, the bus rolled to a stop in front of him. He climbed aboard, pulling Nino’s hat lower over his eyes. The woman in front of him drew a ticket from her pocket.

“Oh—shoot.” Adrien reached into the bag and grabbed the blue card. The plastic rustled loudly. Blushing, he tapped the plastic card on the reader with a beep.

There was photo of Nino on the back of the card. Adrien’s hand shot back. He glanced up nervously at the bus driver, who was busy adjusting his mirror. Adrien’s muscles relaxed.

He followed the woman into the aisle. At this time of day, it was a crowded ride—standing room only. He squeezed through to an empty space next to a girl in a sunhat, pulling out his phone.

adrienagrestbrand

Why didn’t you tell me your transit card is also an ID??

lahiffesbeats

eh, they never check

how is operation teenage rebellion going

adrienagrestbrand

Well, I’m on the bus, at least.

lahiffesbeats

:’) proud of you, bud. my little rebel bro. breaking the law and everything

adrienagrestbrand

Wait, using someone else’s travel pass is illegal???

Before Adrien had a chance to fixate on the horror of his father bailing him out of jail (in this outfit), the bus took off with a lurch. He stumbled forward, nearly dropping his phone and treading on the toes of the girl in the hat.

“Sorry,” he said with a wince. So much for staying inconspicuous. He reached out and gripped one of the metal handlebars, tucking his other hand into his pocket. His fingers found his Marinette lucky charm, rolling the beads between his fingers.

“Oh, um, it’s fine!” The girl ducked her head. “It’s not a problem.”

Adrien blinked. There was something familiar about her. And something strange. Maybe it was the dark trenchcoat, which looked too heavy for the mild weather. Or maybe it was her wide-brimmed hat, more suitable for a beach than a crowded city bus.

He glanced down at her black leather gloves. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was trying to hide, just like him.

The bus rounded a corner, and despite his hold on the bar, Adrien staggered to the side. His free hand was thrown out wildly to try to keep his balance, and he nearly hit the girl on the nose.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said quickly, scrambling back into place. His neck burned underneath the collar of his jacket.

“Don’t worry about it,” the girl mumbled.

Adrien shoved his hand back into his pocket and froze. His lucky charm was missing.

He scanned the floor and spotted it next to the girl’s boot.

“Um, excuse me, miss,” he said. “Would you mind handing me that? I dropped it.”

The girl peered down where he was pointing, face still hidden from view. Then she seemed to stiffen, frozen in place as she stared at the charm.

“Um, miss?”

She scooped it up and held it out to him, head bowed. “Here you go.”

“Thank y—” he started to say, but the words got lost on their way out. The girl’s hand was still outstretched, and he stared at the gap between her sleeve and her glove.

It was bright red, with a black spot.

The bus hissed to a stop. People clamored to their feet.

“Ladybug?” he whispered.

Her head snapped up. He caught a glimpse of her wide eyes through a pair of oversized sunglasses. Then she shot to her feet and pushed past him.

“Wait!” he called. He stumbled after her, down the steps and out the door. “Wait, please!”

She didn’t turn around. Just strode quickly down the street, the brim of her hat flopping with each step.

He broke into a jog and to catch up with her. “Ladybug!”

“I’m not—uh—who’s Ladybug?” She let out a breathless laugh. “Or, I mean, of course I’m not Ladybug. Why would you think that?”

“I, uh, saw your suit. Could you stop for a second?”

“No! I have to ca—I have … important business to attend to.”

“Um, before you do that, would you mind giving me back my lucky charm?”

She came to a halt, and he almost ran into her.

“Right,” she said quickly. “Here you go.”

She shoved the charm at him—he had to fumble not to drop it—and kept walking. But Adrien wasn’t willing to lose her that fast.

“What kind of business?” he asked quickly, dropping the charm into his plastic sack.

“Superhero business. Top secret.”

“Well, if it’s superhero stuff, then, um … why isn’t Chat Noir here too?”

“Because! It’s not—he isn’t—” She let out a little huff. “Because he wouldn’t get it. I have to do this alone.”

“I don’t think you ever have to do anything alone,” Adrien said. “Maybe he would get it if you explained.”

Finally, she stopped. Even with the double layer of her mask and her sunglasses, he could feel the weight of her gaze. “Why are you following me, Adrien?”

He blinked. “I … I didn’t realize you’d recognized me.”

“Well, um, that disguise isn’t very good.”

“It’s not?” He glanced down, suddenly feeling very self-conscious of the stained jacket and open-toed shoes. There was even a hole in the toe of his sock—Plagg kept stealing all of his good ones, and he always forgot to ask Nathalie for more.

Ladybug sniffed. “Not for me, anyway. I saw through you right away. You look just like a celebrity trying to sneak past the paparazzi.”

Adrien frowned. “Well, I think I blend in better than you do. What are you supposed to be, a film noir detective on holiday?”

Ladybug stiffened, and Adrien’s stomach dropped. He’d done it again. He’d let a stupid joke fall out of his stupid mouth, and now his lady was upset with him—this time, with Adrien him.

But Ladybug didn’t scoff, or cross her arms, or do any of the things she usually did when she didn’t like his jokes. Instead, she groaned, flattening the sides of her big, floppy hat to her head.

“This is so embarrassing,” she muttered. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s—it’s not that bad,” Adrien tried, but Ladybug just buried her face in her hands.

“Ugh! This stupid suit!” Her head snapped up. “If you have any better suggestions, Mr. Perfect Disguise, I’m all ears.”

“You could just … detransform?”

She froze again, and before she could say anything, he went on in a rush.

“I mean, if you don’t want to be noticed, couldn’t you just take the bus as, like, yourself? And then just transform when you get to wherever you’re going? That would draw less attention. Unless, by chance, you daylight as a circus clown.”

He laughed awkwardly, mentally kicking himself for cracking another bad joke. But to his surprise, she laughed too.

“Nope,” she said. “That’s Chat Noir’s civilian identity. I’m just a normal girl with a normal life.”

He clung to the echo of her laugh, letting it fill him up with a hesitant sort of confidence he couldn’t resist testing.

“Aw, come on, mila—Ladybug,” he dared to say. “I’m sure there is nothing about you that isn’t special. Spots or no spots.”

“You’re wrong. I’m super normal. The normalest.”

“No way.

“Yes way! I bet—” She seemed to hesitate. “I bet I could sit behind you at school and you wouldn’t even notice me.”

“Lies,” Adrien said. “I would definitely notice.”

“Right. Well … um, wow, would you look at the time!” She let out a nervous laugh, glancing down at an invisible watch on her wrist. “I’d better be off. It was nice to love you, Adrien—I mean, nice to see you. Bug out!”

She spun on her heel, and without his permission, his hand shot out to stop her.

“Um,” he said, “do you—I mean … well, I still don’t get why you’re in disguise. Do you need help with something?”

“No! I mean, thanks, that’s okay, but I really need to … oh.” Her voice trailed off, mouth falling open.

“What is it?”

“I was going somewhere, but I guess now I don’t … need to.”

“What do you mean?”

She held his gaze, biting her lip, and then released a breath, her words spilling out in a rush. “I heard you and Lila were gonna have a photoshoot today, so I was going over there to, like, stake it out and stop her from whatever terrible thing she was planning. But I was worried that if I wasn’t suited up already I’d have to find a place to transform and that could take forever because do you even know how hard it is to find a decent hiding place in one of the biggest cities in Europe?”

“Well—”

“And by the time I hid and transformed and got back, who knows what kind of damage she could’ve done? So I was like, ‘Okay, I’ll just have to suit up beforehand so I’m ready for action at a moment’s notice.’ But there really isn’t much that can cover a whole supersuit, so I stole—borrowed—my mom’s coat and the hat she bought for her trip to Côte d'Azur last year because, I mean, she literally never wears it, and I was gonna put it right back when I was done, and I couldn’t use any of my hats because they don’t have a big enough brim to hide my mask. Because, like, even with sunglasses on you can still see it, so I thought I could just kind of, like, bow my head and it would be fine—”

“Ladybug—”

“—and of course Tik—my friend told me it wasn’t a good idea, but I just couldn’t let anything happen because I’m the only one who knows what Lila’s capable of. So I’m the only one who can stop her.”

At last, Ladybug paused, breathing heavily, looking flushed beneath her mask.

“This is about Lila?” Adrien asked. “What were you afraid she was gonna do?”

She was definitely blushing now, pink spilling out from under all her layers of disguise. “Well—I don’t know! She would think of something! She’s a liar. Or—I mean …” She breathed in, closing her eyes briefly. “She is at high risk for akumatization. Or getting others akumatized.”

Adrien nodded. “I know.”

“You—you do?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I thought you did, at one point, but then you started doing all these photoshoots with her, and you guys seem pretty … friendly.” She made a face at the word, like it was something slimy and poisonous. “I mean, like, being all cuddly and couple-y and—like, if you’re dating Lila, that’s … that’s fine, I just have to, um, warn you that—”

“We’re not dating,” Adrien cut in. “We’re not even friends.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” he said firmly. “The photoshoots are my father’s idea, and I kind of let Lila do what she wants with them because, well, I made a deal with her.”

Ladybug frowned. “What kind of deal?”

“I told her I would do the shoots with her if she’d leave my friend Marinette alone. Lila got her expelled from school temporarily. She almost got her akumatized. It was terrible.”

“You … you did that?” Ladybug asked, sounding strangely distant. “You did that for Marinette?”

Adrien nodded. “She’s really important to me. I couldn’t let anything else happen to her. I mean, I hate having to hang around Lila and pretend to be her friend, but”—he shrugged—“it’s worth it. To keep Marinette safe.”

Ladybug appeared to be in some kind of daze. She wandered to the edge of the walkway, sinking down onto a bench.

“Is something wrong?” Adrien asked.

She shook her head slowly, taking in a deep breath. “That’s, um, really nice of you, Adrien.” A pause. “You’re a good friend.”

He sat down beside her. “You know Marinette, right?”

“Yeah,” Ladybug said. “Yeah, I know her.”

“Then please don’t tell her about this. I don’t want her to feel guilty or anything. She has enough on her plate already. She does so much, and she cares about people more than anyone I know, and I don’t want this to be one more thing for her to worry about, you know?”

“Right.”

Adrien pulled his lucky charm from the sack. “She’s the one who gave this to me. Maybe it’s silly, but I feel like it brings me good luck. I always carry it with me wherever I go. My Marinette lucky charm.”

“That’s …” She looked down, hiding her face under the brim of her hat. “That’s really sweet.”

“Maybe … maybe this is what made me run into you today. At least, I feel like it’s good luck to see you.” He paused, smile faltering. “But maybe it wasn’t so lucky for you that I, like, chased you down. Sorry about that.”

She raised her head. “No! I’m really glad we ran into each other. Maybe that thing is lucky after all.”

“But you don’t need luck anyway, huh? You’re Ladybug.”

She laughed, and for the first time, she leaned her head back, lifting her face to the sky. “Trust me. I need all the luck I can get.”

For a moment, they just sat there, watching the people passing by. It was strange, to sit side by side like this with Ladybug—exactly like he’d done a thousand times before, but nothing was the same. A bench instead of a rooftop. The street instead of the sky. And Paris, bustling all around them, instead of twinkling from below.

He liked it like this. (He liked it any way, with her.)

“So,” she said, “were you not actually supposed to have a photoshoot today?”

“I was, but it was canceled.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because Lila has a huge zit.”

Ladybug’s eyes widened, and then she snorted as her face crumpled with laughter.

“I’m serious,” Adrien went on. “It’s enormous. Like, a category 5 disaster event.”

“You’re lying! They’d just cover it with makeup.”

“You can’t cover a geographical landmark with makeup,” Adrien said gravely.

Ladybug doubled over, clutching her sides as she howled. He laughed with her, feeling almost weightless with the thrill of it. He was laughing with his lady, without his mask. He’d made her laugh, and she knew it was him, and when she lifted her head again, the smile on her face (big, bright, beautiful, brilliant) was for him, Adrien Agreste, and no one else.

Finally, Ladybug straightened, nudging her sunglasses up on her nose to wipe at her eye.

“Wanna go out with me?” Adrien blurted.

She froze. “What?”

“I mean—sorry!” Adrien shook his head quickly. “I was on my way to a movie. And since you’re free now, and you’ve already got your disguise, I thought maybe you’d want to … come with me? Or—or not! I don’t mean to presume any—”

“Yes,” she said.

“Wait. Really?”

“Yes, I’d, um …” She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’d love to go with you.”

Warmth shot through him like a firecracker, and he felt his face split into a grin. “Great. I’ve always wanted to see a movie with Beach Vibes Sherlock Holmes.”

She laughed. “Lead the way, Mr. Perfect Disguise.”

[myreygn]

Master of Consoling

summary: Miya is a mean little guy and Reki is always in a good mood, but sometimes things aren’t how they’re supposed to be and when that happens, someone has to step up and make them right again.

an: ahem did i say this week? i meant this month. nvm, you and i both know i said “this week” but that was before i dropped out of university and cancelled my flat and also rewrote this whole thing... ANYWAY here is my third commission for the wonderful @wertzunge and honey let me tell you i had so much fun with this one! i really hope you like it and i apologize for straight up lying to you ^^’

wordcount: 2020

taglist: @parkersaysthings​

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Many people thought Miya Chinen to be blind to the feelings and moods of those around him. They considered him too arrogant to pay attention and too inexperienced in social interaction to notice when someone wasnʼt doing so well. 

This was not true.

Miya was capable of feeling compassion and noticing changes in mood or behavior, and just fine too, thank you very much. Most times, he just flat out didnʼt care because, and that much was correct, he really was a little arrogant and too inexperienced in social interaction to comfort a stranger. His friends though? That was a different story.

So when Reki entered the Sia la Luce, he could immediately tell that something was off with the redhead. There were multiple signs for that. He didn’t barge through the door like an absolute maniac, as he usually did. He also didn’t yell “‘SUP GUYS!” at the top of his lungs or give them one of his bright signature smiles that always made Miya wonder whether it was his second birthday. (Or his third, or fourth, or fifth, or even sixth, because Reki did this often and it had the same effect on Miya every time.)

Not this time though. This time Reki barely made any noise walking in, aside from the small bell above the door ringing like its life depended on it when he entered. He didn’t even smile, on the contrary; he looked like his birthday had been canceled rather than doubled. Or tripled. Or quadrupled. Or whatever, this was too beautiful of a day to waste it on thinking about math. And also too beautiful to pull a long face.

“What’s up with you, slime?”

“Nothing.” Huh, Reki didnʼt even seem annoyed at the nickname. He just plopped down at the counter next to Miya, putting his chin in his hands and looking miserable. Strange.

“That doesnʼt look like nothing though, not gonna lie.” Joe had caught on too, furrowing his brows as he placed a lemonade in front of the redhead. “You sure you okay, kid?”

“Yeah, sure. Why do you all think thereʼs something wrong with me?!”

Cherry scoffed, his nose buried in a magazine. “Because of your bright smile.”

“Very funny.” And then, Reki rolled his eyes. Reki rolled his eyes. Miya had never seen him do that before and it was the famous last drop, so to speak.

Reki jumped nearly five feet in the air and let out the loudest shriek when two small hands tasered his sides. He lunged forward as if he was trying to crawl over the counter and turned to Miya, hugging his midsection and his lips pulled into a wobbly smile. “What the he-”

 “Ah!” Miya interrupted him with a smirk, “There are children here. You wouldnʼt cuss in front of a child, right?”

Reki gave him a look that was probably supposed to be threatening, but his blush and twitching lips just made for an expression of half-assed indignation. “Youʼd be surprised, you little-” 

“Reki, please.” Oha, Cherry had put on his best impression of an annoyed teacher and Miya grinned. He had them all on his side. Even Shadow, who was bound to go against Joe and Cherry at every possible opportunity, and Langa who was usually always always always with Reki, made no visible effort to step in on Rekiʼs behalf and Shadow even gave Miya a little wink. The odds were immaculate.

Reki huffed.  “I was gonna say monster! Monster isnʼt a curse word, as far as Iʼm concerned!”

“Itʼs still not very nice…” Langa mumbled, quickly looking in another direction when Reki shot him a glare.

“Yeah, well, Miya wasnʼt very nice to me eithEEK! Miyaha!”

 “Yes, dearest slime? What shall I be of assistance with?”

“D-dohonʼt tahalk like thahat!”

“Shuteth thy trap, thou hast not to regulate the way I talketh.” Miya saw Cherry cringe at his pretentious attempts at pompous language, but honestly, who even cared about Cherry when he, Miya, master of consoling (as of right now), was about to break through Rekiʼs moodiness like a wrecking ball broke through an old building? He wouldʼve given himself a pat on the back for that metaphor if his hands hadnʼt been buried under Rekiʼs arms, wiggling as fast as possible and making the redheadʼs squirms increase in desperation by the second. Heh. Off to a good start.

Reki let out a cackle and Miya could see his knuckles gripping onto the counter and turning white. “Miya, nohot thehehere!”

“Not here? But I think this is a really good spot.” Miya tweaked his fingers ever so slightly, making Reki squeak. “You’re ticklish there and you can still speak. I wanna know whatʼs up with you, but if I went for spots that are any worse than this, you wouldnʼt be able to answer my question anymore. Speaking of which, are you gonna answer my question now?”

“Ihi dohon’t even rehemembeher your stuhupid quehestion!”

“Wow, rude!” Miya gave Rekiʼs side a squeeze, making the older boy curl into himself. “But Iʼll repeat it once more, because I tolerate you. Whatʼs up with you?”

“Ihitʼs noho-”

“Itʼs not nothing. Wake up slime, weʼre already at the level where you tell me the truth.”

“I wahas gonnaha sahay thahat ihitʼs nohone of your buhusiness!” 

Miya could hear a soft “Oh damn” from somewhere behind him. It was probably Shadow, but right now there was no time to check. He gave Reki a bored look and clicked with his tongue. “Gee slime, you reaaaally want me to go there, hm?”

Reki barely had time to entirely grasp the meaning of the younger boyʼs words before Miya threw all mercy out the window and dug into his stomach, squeezing and prodding like there was no tomorrow. Reki screamed. 

“DAHA- YOHOHOHOU DUMBAHAHAHASS, NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

Miya gasped. “Dumbass? I try to help you and you call me a dumbass? Very rude.” Reki banged his fist on the counter when two hands crawled under his shirt and tickled the bare skin of his stomach. “Now you’re in for it, Slime!

“NONONO MIYAHAHAHAHAA! DOHOHON’T! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Nope. Thatʼs what you get for being mean to me, your friend, whoʼs just doing his best to help you.”

“Donʼt kill him, please,” Joe chipped in from the side. “Dead children arenʼt exactly great publicity.”

Miya shrugged, not interrupting the tickling or slowing down for even a second. “Whether or not he dies is up to him. Right, Reki? If you wanna live, I suggest you start talking.”

Reki just shook his head and Miya couldn’t help but be a little impressed. The boy was flushed bright red, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and since he was trapped on the high bar stool, he couldn’t even go anywhere without getting hurt - and yet, he still didn’t give in? Whatever it was he didn’t want to talk about, it had to be something really embarrassing or bad. For a split second, ever so slight hesitation crept into Miya’s mind, but then he remembered the many times Reki had gotten him to actually talk about his feelings and how good it had felt to share his struggles with a friend. If Reki had to be reminded of his own wisdom forcefully, then this was how it had to be. And however great his stamina was, at some point he just had to crumble. Miya allowed himself a devious smile.

“Fine. Whatever happens now, I want you to remember that you brought this upon yourself.”

In retrospect, going for his friend’s absolute worst spot was probably not a good idea when said friend was seated on an object prone to toppling over when exposed to too much movement. In the moment, however, it had seemed like the right move to wiggle a single finger into Reki’s belly button, but, well, yeah, when the redhead spasmed hard enough to fall on top of him and take the stool down as well, Miya guessed he should’ve considered this outcome a little earlier.

“Oh, shhhhhrimps, are you guys okay?!” 

Joe quickly put the stool back into place and plucked the boys off the ground like two little kittens. Reki went back down immediately, his legs too wobbly to stand on, but he gave the green haired man a limp-wristed thumbs up. Miya nodded as well, ignoring the constant throbbing in his hip bone. “Yeah, I’m fine.” That would make for a nice bruise tomorrow, but it was fine, he’s had worse. He turned to Reki and offered him a hand. “Sorry. I… I didn’t overstep, did I?”

Reki took one more second to breathe through, then he let himself get helped up and sat back down on the stool. “No, don’t worry, it’s fine.” A soft smile pulled at his lips. “I guess I kinda needed that.”

“Yeah, to get back to the topic,” Shadow sailed in from his place across from Cherry and Langa, “why did you need it? What’s going on with you? The little gnome is right, you’ve been weird the whole time.”

The smile fell from Reki’s face and he sighed. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Shrinking a little under his friends’ worried gazes, he went on to mumble something into his hoodie.

“What?” Langa, blunt as ever. At least one of them was being his usual self.

“It’s dumb,” Reki cried out. “It’s nothing to be dramatic about, really.”

“Reki, what. Is it.” Everyone in the room could tell that Cherry was rapidly losing his patience as the conversation went on and because no one wanted to repeat the birthday incident (note to future selves: Cherry did not appreciate people jumping out of the darkness and yelling SURPRISE), Reki finally explained himself.

“It’s just a grade, really! I’m kinda failing Japanese and my mother told me I won’t be allowed to meet my friends and go skating anymore if I don’t get a passing grade on my next test.”

Miya tilted his head. “That’s it? You can always improve a grade, right?”

“Not in Japanese! Have you seen my last homework?!”

“Hold up.” Joe put his hands on his hips. “That’s something we can help with. I mean, it’s literally Kaoru’s job to flex on illiterates.”

“That’s not what I do, actually.”

“I don’t care what you do, actually.”

“Actually-”

“Point is,” Shadow interrupted the brewing fight between the two, “why didn’t you just tell us?”

Reki looked down at his hands, a slight blush climbing up his neck. “I don’t know, I… just… it’s kinda embarrassing. I didn’t want you to… to think I was stupid…”

The last part of his sentence was spoken so softly that they barely caught it and Miya frowned at his friend. “You’re not stupid. Why would you think that we’d think you are?”

“You call me stupid every day.”

Whoopsie daisy. He had never claimed to be perfect when it came to be a good friend.

“I’m just messing with you, sl- Reki! I don’t actually think you’re stupid, stupid people couldn’t make kickass skateboards! You have to know a ton of math for that too, right? And who cares about Japanese anyway? No one ever needs every single Kanji!”

Miya only realized how much he had gotten into his little speech when the others gave him wide-eyed looks. He quickly cleared his throat, trying to play his passion off. “I guess.”

A grin spread across Reki’s face. “You think I make kickass skateboards?”

“That’s not really a secret!”

“So you’d tell me again?”

“No.”

“It’s okay if you appreciate me, kiddo.”

“Don’t call me kiddo!”

“Why not? Who wouldn’t want to be called a nickname by their idol?”

“You’re not my idol! And I don’t appreciate you!”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over all the appreciation coming from your heart.”

“Shut up, slime!”

Reki laughed and it should’ve driven him even more up the wall, but Miya found himself to not really mind. After all, they were laughing together. And if that wasn’t evidence of him being the definite and absolute master of consoling, Miya honestly didn’t know what could be.

[scandeniall]

Nvm this interlude

A/n: I post a solid 3 times a year at this point but I’m back at it again with rn rnb!hq agenda. Iwa is Bryson coded inspired by/quoted song. F!reader. Black coded but no real descriptors (mention of changing hair )

Previous rnb!hq pieces: 1 2

Warnings: as usual 21+, language, suggestive, not edited and from someone who hasn’t written on here since Feb (thanks for the love on the last post tho!)

musician!Iwa pens several songs about you long before yall are ever together. He has wanted you for the longest time fr, like damn near from the day he met you. So when yall become friends and ultimately end up “talking” he makes his intentions real clear through not only his words but in his music. Too bad he’s inconsistent.

“Come here,” Hajime pats his lap motioning for you to sit. “Want you to hear this track.” You couldn’t help but eye him with curiosity from your place on the other side of the couch. He’d come back into town a week now and just now found his way over to your place. With you lack of movement he repeated the action, this time reaching for your hand to assist.

“I can listen from over here.”

Hajime can’t help but let out a low laugh. “Just want you to be a bit more comfortable” You don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your attire. Sleep shorts and a tight tank. Once again he reaches for you, a smirk gracing his features when you oblige.

Once seated one of his hands immediately finds itself on you. Slipped under your tank resting heavily on your skin, his other hand reaches for his phone to hit play”

I got thing to say, I gotta talk to you

Touch down, I just touched down

Guess I gotta start the hunt down

“Its an interlude” he hums out bobbing his head at his work. You nod as you continue listening.

Tryna be a better man

Came to tell you that we gotta stop fuckin’ round

"But you look good, I wanna fuck now

Make these other bitches seem basic"

Those words are said directly into your ear his hand starting to massage at the skin around your stomach.

You a goddess you gracious

The other hand that had been holding the phone comes to the side of your face forcing eye contact for the next part.

Im tryna stop you from being famous

From rappers knowing what your name is

I’m barely famous and I hate it.

Iwa maintains eye contact for the remainder of the track. The two of you sit in silence after the song in. His hands running softly at your skin as you sigh.

“What you think. It’s about you.” You nod knowingly trying to formulate the words. He’s essentially acknowledged the back and forth yall had been having for the last several months.

He comes, fucks you and goes all ghost while insisting he cares about you a lot. He knows it’s selfish but can’t stay away from you. He also notice you started taking longer to hit him back up and that you’d been going out more with your friends. Looking as good as ever he couldn’t help but heart react as you’d show your body off in the mini skirt or when you’d switch up your hair and nails.

“I’m glad you also know that you’re fucked up” you scoff attempting to get off his lap.

He doesn’t let you nor does he let the words cut “I been scared. Scared to commit, but I havent slept with anyone since we started”

That revelation causes you to freeze in surprise and gives him the chance to help you shift so that you could face him. Like magnets his hands find their way back onto your body, settling on each one of your thighs.

“Haiji-“

“I’m serious (Y/N). It’s been you since the day we met and I’ve been telling you this. But I know if I step out with you your life is gonna change. You know all the shit that’s been going on with me.”

The seriousness in which he speaks to you makes you listen. You’re usually privy to a different side of him. The joking side, the one who isn’t hiding from interview requests and performing on dark stages.

“Of course i know. And that’s why since the day we met I’ve been careful. But Hajime it hurts when you come over here pretend you care and then it’s weeks before I even get a simple text back.”

He’s listening to your words carefully. Thinking. He knows that no matter his response there’s no going back to how you were.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles taking a deep breath. “But, I wanna be with you. For real. You gonna let me?”

Your eyes search his for any uncertainty but find none. At your nod one of his hands trail up your back. Resting on your cheek he urges you closer until your lips touch.

“Won’t make you regret this baby”

[m4lexxx67]

THE. BASS.

I need to learn how to play House of Wolves, the drums get better the more you hear them. That and The Sharpest Lives are the only two songs I would have added to the set list when I saw them live that one time. I love these songs so much

Why hasn't anyone told me about the tiny swarm tour prop/destroyed house that's standing in the corner?

Cancer us honestly too beautiful (and sad) of a song to exist in this world

And I fucking love the violin between Cancer and Mama and throughout the song too

Oh my god I think Frank is singing along to sleep even though he doesn't even have a mic why is that so sweet 🥺��🥺

Mikey

And again, the bass sound

Love the commentary of whoever the video XD

I don't what it is with this show in particular or why I'm all of a sudden focussed on guitar players (I cannot for the lofe of me play guitar) but Ray is fucking KILLING IT!!!! Srsly, no idea if it's the show or me but I have never paid so much attention to a guitar player as I am doing right now 😅

Nvm that about I would have only added sharpest lives and house of wolves. Also Disenchanted. We should all thank Mikey every day for that song.

Disenchanted fr 😭😭😭 I wanna scream about it but I have neighbors and a roommate 😭😭😭 which also means I can't really sing to any of the songs but it's worst with this one I love it so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Famous Last Words as epic as ever

THEY USED BLACK PARADE LYRICS AT THE END OF FAMOUS LAST WORDS????? HOW IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THAT???? IS THAT A REGULAR THAT JUST COMPLETELY WENT OVER MY HEAD??? THAT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION I HAVE FOR SEEING NO ONE MENTION THIS BECAUSE WE SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT THAT 24/7 WHAT THE FUCK GUYS???? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DEAL WITH THAT I FUCKING CAN'T

The person in the video just went "I love this fucking band". Same, girl. Same.

Look, I can know they played Blood and still freak out about it, okay?

Not Okay, actually. Not o-fucking-kay XD And Frank and Ray singing in the background <333

This band fucking owns my heart. No matter how many other bands I listen to, I don't think they're ever even gonna get close to mcr

Moving on to day 2:

Just the entirety of the fact that they played The End and Dead!

It's ridiculous I'm just watching the same set again and still freaking out about it 😂

The pistol Gerard did with his hands when they ended dead 🥺🥺

I love this stance that Mikey always does. Also, have I mentioned the bass sound, yet? Not for this show? Great because it's also FUCKING PERFECT!!!!

The black and white screens are great too btw

Maybe it's cause Ray looks so fucking in black and white and that makes the solos even better...

The screens mainly showing Gerard's shadow for the beginning of wttbp was an awesome choice by whoever was in charge of that

I know, I'm repeating myself but it's just so rare that you can hear the bass properly 😭

The black and white hit's even harder for I Don't Love You

Frank also killing it (because somehow I haven't really mentioned him yet 🥲)

Also I love watching Jarrod play the drums, he always looks so happy 🥰

I don't know if they did that on purpose or if so how they did it, but there's a split second in I Don't Love You where one of the shadows look like a marching band guy?? The black parade skeleton specifically?? Idk maybe I'm imagining things or over interpreting, but I see the fucking skeleton moving as one of the shadows

Ray is wearing blue pants. I'm confused

Still don't know what to do with that "kill them" comment...

That is a shit ton of flashing lights too, idk how they weren't totaly disoriented on that stage

However, I do think that all of this goodbye stuff might be saying goodbye to their past and the beginning of a new era, kind of like Foundations. But maybe that's just what I want to be true, I honestly have no idea. But I'm subscribing to the idea that mcr is done until they confirm it.

Their use of lighting and the effects on the screens is so good!!!

Disenchanted 🥰🥰🥰

Yeah, the second show definitely felt like a goodbye. But I'm really hoping that it's to like... a past era and not mcr as a whole. Or maybe tumblr is just getting to me idk... i'm choosing to believe that this is the beginning of a new era until I see something official from them

Frank and Ray in the back of Na Na Na 🥰🥰

Helena.

So long and good night to everyone who has actually read this far (thank you) I need to fucking sleep.

So sorry to everyone who follows me, you're gonna have to see more about mcr. Specifically me freaking out about the concert videos because I don't want to distract my best friend from her Very Important uni work.

Comments I have so far:

THE BASS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!! There is no way phones would have captured that if they hadn't done a very good job at sound check and actually made the bass audible, I AM IN LOVE!!!

Also all of Sharpest Lives. So sad I never heard that live but it's even good on the recordings

[at1nys-blog]

Ateez 9th member

Masterlist

He talking in russian and being surprised that no one understood him

GaEun: [in Russian] …and I wish to get another bottle of water//Person: 👁👄👁//GaEun: [in Korean] *whispering* hyung why they are looking at me like that?//Seonghwa: maybe because they can’t understand Russian?!

When during their first VLive he couldn’t stop teasing Yeosang

GaEun: so once again, what is your panties style?//Ateez: *trying to be serious*//Yeosang: I hate you//GaEun: you love me

Literally bagging against all the walls at MCountdown because he couldn’t see properly

Hongjoong: but why are you crying now?//GaEun: *talking gibberish and almost slamming against a wall*//Hongjoong: *has to save the younger member from hitting the wall*

Locking himself in the bathroom so Wooyoung couldn’t annoy him

Ateez manager: *can’t find GaEun*//Wooyoung: I think he locked himself in the toilet so I can’t annoy him//Ateez: 🤦🏻

So happy that Ateez are visiting his home country

GaEun: …and in this place they make the best Kvass, or so my mum told me. Oh yeah we can also visit this church here, is a very famous touristic point. Oh you guys HAVE to…//Ateez: *finding a way to survive this trip*

During their tour in the USA falling almost 2/3 times a night

GaEun: *falls again*//San: ah don’t worry ATINY is his signature just like Mingi’s fix on//the crowd: *laughs*//GaEun: that’s not true but it can be *slips and falls again* maybe is going to be my signature

During the KCON in Japan he surprised a lot of ATINY disguising himself as one of them

GaEun: so who is your favorite Ateez member?//Atiny1: uhm San is my bias//GaEun:[joking]he is nothing compared to GaEun//Atiny2:yeah he is way better than San//GaEun: YOU HAVE TASTE BESTIE

GaEun: I don’t think that half Russian boy deserves to be in Ateez//Atiny3: and you don’t deserve to call yourself Atiny. Is 9 makes 1 team for a reason//GaEun: *tearing up* thanks bestie//Atiny3: oh my god, what?!

When he was searching for Kangaroos just because they were in Australia or just him being in Australia and doing random things

GaEun: *stopping a guy on the street* why aren’t there kangaroos? Where are they?//Person: 👁👄👁

GaEun: *waking up in the middle of the night* ehy Jongho are you awake?//Jongho: what do you think I’m doing in the middle of the night?

GaEun: *enters in the kitchen*//San: good morning//GaEun: do I look like I had a good morning? Don’t talk to me until I have my dose of Kvass

When he found out everyone but Yeosang are Wave stans

GaEun: That’s it, I’m leaving this group. I can’t live with tasteless people//Yeosang: top 10 best anime betrayals

He not recognizing his best friend and The Boyz when they congratulated the group on their first win

Eric: Congratulation you deserved it//Q: yeah, we are so happy for you//Kevin: GaEunshi I told you you were going to win//GaEun: who are you?

When during a solo VLive he praised Ateez sounding like he is not part of the group

GaEun: are you proud of all Ateez achievements? This is such a stupid question. Of course. Ateez are a very hard working group and they have this chemistry… why are you talking about it as if you are not part of the group? Is because I’m just very tired and I don’t know what I’m saying

When during an interview he got asked about the epilogue of the Treasure serie

Interviewer: will the end of the Treasure serie means you finally found the treasure?//Gaeun: I can’t find my clothes do you think I can find a treasure?

When he pointed at his abs and Ateez just went “ok nvm”

GaEun: I would eat everything off of…//Yeosang: Everything?//GaEun: yeah😏 *points at his covered abs*//Ateez: ooook never mind. Next question?

Just the corona situation and him exposing Dispatch

GaEun: Do you think that because of corona Dispatch reporters will stop stalking idols?//Wooyoung: 👁👄👁💧uhm… let’s change the subject

Him almost swearing on live when Ateez were made ambassadors for Korean culture and tourism

Yunho: *moving closer to Wooyoung*//Wooyoung: *hitting GaEun*//GaEun: *almost falling* fffff… for everything holy

When he found out about the Italian version of Black Cat Nero and couldn’t stop singing that version for days

GaEun: did you know that the Italian version of this song is a song for kids? *starts humming the Gatto Nero*

Spoiling the AteezxTheBoyzxStrayKids performance but Atiny not believing him because he likes to clown them

*Before the performance was out* GaEun: ….I personally don’t know stray kids but I can ask San he prepared a dance with… I don’t remember sorry. Are you telling us there is going to be a collab with Stray kids? And don’t forget The Boyz. ATINY he is clowing us we are not getting the collab of the century *after the video was posted* GaEun: I’m so happy Atiny don’t believe a word I say. Btw I’m so sorry for the spoiler and I hope you guys are going to love Kingdom

GaEun being “jealous” of Yeosang, Yunho, Seonghwa, San and Jongho (but also making fun of the last four)

GaEun: Atiny do you believe Yeosang is an MC for The Show? And let’s not talk about Yunho, Seonghwa, San and Jongho. They are acting in a kdrama. I’m so jealous of them//Actorteez+McYeosang: STOP IT ALREADY

Being able to talk with Jessi and of course making a fool of himself in front of her

Jessi: *talking about what she thinks of Ateez*//GaEun: *staring at her with heart eyes*//Eveyone noticing but Jessi//The mcs: GaEunshi you want to say something to Jessi?//GaEun: *coming back to Earth and furiously blushing* nope is better if I shut up for good

A/N: thanks again to @starlightjoong for the inspiration for this chapter as well. Let’s check their work if you didn’t yet here the post that inspired me “Random Juliet’s moments”

🏷taglist: @mariylnsunset

[tasloveskk]

Some folklore thoughts 💭🌲✨🏳️‍🌈 

Part 1

 I’m going to take it song by song while also tracking key themes in red! Please also feel free to add in your thoughts in the comments, I’m curious to see what else people think folklore is about...

folklore

‘folklore’ is defined as “a body of popular myths or beliefs relating to a particular place, activity, or group of people.” or, by Steve from Taylor’s IC,”the traditional beliefs, customs, and stories of a community, passed through the generations by word of mouth.” Taylor herself in her introduction/prologue says  “A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables. Fairytales and parables. Gossip and legend. Someone’s secrets written in the sky for all to behold.”

the 1

- firstly, it’s the best opening track she’s ever had! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

- “I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit” = sounds to me like a conversation you have with an ex, like someone is saying “yeah I’m doing great, I’m dating/doing ‘x’” the first time they run into their ex in a while.

-“I thought I saw you at the bus stop” has BIG “this city screams your name” energy but is also very clever by Taylor because Miss Karlie Kloss is ALWAYS on advertisements on bus stops/literal buses around the globe 🚌

- “I hit the Sunday matinee” to me seems like an inside thing, because obviously as the world biggest pop star, if taylor is going to go to the theatre or cinema, she’ll pick the least busy and most filled with older people which would be the Sunday matinee.

- “you know the greatest films of all time were never made” —> the greatest love stories never get told? happen behind the scenes? There’s something deeper here but I’m still forming the cohesive idea!

- “if you wanted me you really should’ve showed” = showed up or showed for the world, either way Taylor wanted KK to chose her not Josh so they could work but that didn’t happen so now she’s left to wonder.

- “roaring twenties” evokes two clear images for me! 1. They were both in their 20s for the entiretyof their relationship, the best years were spent together and 2. The Roaring 20s were a time of independence, pushing boundaries and breaking the rules of prohibition - which is basically what Taylor and Karlie were doing behind the scenes.

- “if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you” = let’s say, ONLY FOR ARGUMENTS SAKE, that Taylor really IS with Toe, that still means that this song is her yearning for someone else who she always loves more AND had to lose at some point. Looking at her past beards “relationships”, there are only two plausible options - Joe (which seems unlikely seeing as they’re still “together”) or CH who she supposedly wrote “you would’ve been the one if you were a better man” about. Either way doesn’t seem like it fits. However, if you look at it as Karlie is the 1, it becomes clear - it would’ve been fun being best friends and lovers for ever baking cookies and dancing around the kitchen, it would’ve been forever if Karlie hadn’t “married” jerk, it would’ve been her and it still is. 💗

- “in my defense I have none, for never leaving well enough alone” & “I know that I went psycho on the phone, I never leave well enough alone” are about the same moment with the same person = she didn’t leave well enough alone because she kept writing about Karlie and re-engaging us Kaylors as well as I’m sure, she kept up with seeing Karlie or keeping tabs on her to the point where it forced someone to reach out to the other.... she can’t apologise or defend her actions because you can’t explain the things you do for true love.

- “I have this dream you’re doing cool shit” aka starting a podcast, expanding businesses, making headway as an entrepreneur and being a highly-paid and respected international model? Seems straight forward 👀

- “you meet some woman on the Internet and take her home” = 1. Karlie is specifically interested in tech and the internet, it is literally her entire business and 2. if Karlie and Tay did break up, then because Karlie is actually NOT married to Josh, she hooked up with someone she met through the internet somehow (probs social media not an app) and Taylor found out this is probably a snarky comment about that from a jealous ex. Could possibly also be about the dream mentioned above. 💔🔐

- “another day waking up alone” = lost her lover, sleeps alone? Bold claim on opening tack.

- “persist and resist” = very famous feminist saying, civil rights/political echo?

- “the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today” = this what if mentality continues through the album but personally, I think this is about Kissgate.

- “Rosé flowing with your chosen family” = repeats later, your chosen family could refer to Karlie’s group of friends like Derek and Jourdan etc.

- “would’ve been sweet if it could’ve been me” = flipped perspective, wishes Karlie chose her.

- “dragging up the grave another time” = firstly, THAT pin on her EW jacket now makes more sense. second, Taylor has written about Karlie for 4 straight albums now, she hasn’t let their love story die even if they did.

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- “brand new phone” = this is not some story, this is current reality. Taylor hides behind era-specific language and imagery in some other songs but this one is clearly about here and now, and her.

- “sensual politics” to me stands out because only really here and in TLGAD is politics explicitly mentioned and sensual politics to me screams sleeping with someone for political gain or with political connections which certainly sounds like someone...

- “when you’re young, they assume you know nothing” = sounds to me like a lot like a) love story and b) “you don’t know you’re gay, it’s just a PHASE! you’ll grow out of it!” 🏳️‍🌈

- “chase 2 girls, lose the one” = supposedly, when KK and TS met, Taylor was still in love/entangled with Dianna so perhaps she’s reflecting on making the wrong choice?

- CIWYW links: my baby’s high above the whole scene—> heartbeat on the high line, tidbit:as is clear in both Lover & 1989 New York is a sacred place for TS and KK’s love story, the high line is a) a beautiful NYC icon and b) right in between the girls’ two places...

- as mentioned, miss Karlie ELIZABETH Kloss was the brand model for Levi’s and definitely has worn some sequins and black lipstick on cobblestones sooooo.... 🤷🏼‍♀️

- “you drew stars around my scars” = see Drake’s birthday party and the infamous third Polaroid mystery 👀

- “stepping on the last train” could mean one of two things to me; 1. The last resort for KK was marrying J*sh or 2. the last train could represent some goodbye the girls had where KK chose something/someone else over Taylor.

- “peter losing Wendy” is such an interesting metaphor on so many levels but specifically, Wendy loses Peter because she wakes up (from nearly dying but nvm) and grows up and stops believing in Neverland and magic, basically Wendy loses an attachment to Peter because her reality shifts and that’s what gets remembered especially in the Disney version of the story. HOWEVER, the opposite is also true meaning Peter Pan loses Wendy because he can never co-exist with her again, he can never grow up or bring her back to Neverland without either killing her or ruining her. So this idea that someone wanted to change the ending from peter losing Wendy because he had to do what was best for her because he loved her echoes as Karlie didn’t want to marry Jerk or hurt Taylor but had to in order to protect her. Right? 😅

- “leaving like a father, running like water” = Taylor’s parents got divorced and there’s SOME thoughts Scott left the house and Taylor lives with her Mom in Nashville in her teen years.

- “I knew everything when I was young” - Taylor has always know she was LGBT+ 🌈 and also, baby VSFS vibes because as we all know, “we were both young when I first saw you...” send tweet.

- “I knew you’d come back to me” hopefully, HOPEFULLY foreshadows the girls being together/coming out soon !!!!!!! 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

- music video wise, I’ll do a break down soon.

TLGAD

- ‘Rebekkah’ refers to the previous owner of Taylor’s Watch Hill, RI house, Rebekah Harkness. She was a divorcee until marrying Standard Oil heir William (aka Bill) Hale Harkness, a new-money dynasty was formed in this time from their profit. There are MANY wild, whimsical stories about ‘Betty’ (which is obviously an extended metaphor of folklore)  that this song tries to re-create/recapture.  

- Taylor is also known as ‘Becky’ due to the popular meme so this is quite literally a play on her own character as well as the previous inhabitants of the house.

- St Louis is not only Rebekkah’s hometown, but also Karlie Elizabeth Kloss’. 

- “the wedding was charming, if a little gouche” seems like a direct shot fired at Karlie’s woodsy photoshoot of 2018 😂😂(ironically, folklore’s key aesthetic is the woods!!)

- “it must’ve been her fault his heart gave out” refers explicitly to William dying of a heart attack in the house, but subtly I feel like this is a dig at the media who constantly blame women for things they cannot control, as they have done with Taylor too many times to even count. 

- “who knows if she never showed up, what could’ve been” seems like Taylor is stuck thinking about what may have happened for her and Karlie if things had been different, see the 1. 

- “she/I had a marvellous time ruining everything” is such an incredibly provoking lyric on two fronts, 1. obviously taylor buying her RI house had a massive impact on an otherwise sleepy holiday town that is now more famous for Taylor’s july 4 parties than anything else and 2. seems introspective or personal, as if the things that ruined everything for Karlie and Taylor were the best and most marvellous parts of their relationship (big sur, kissgate etc.) 

- “flew in all her bitch pack friends from the city” is not only about the friends and celebs Rebekkah was notorious for hosting but also Taylor’s ‘bitches and model’ girl gang circa 2015 which includes one Karlie Kloss. 

- “blew through the money on the boys and the ballet” refers to Rebekkah’s love of wasting her fortune on things, including a ballet company that went under not long after she created it BUT also refers to Taylor paying so many boys to be her beards and PR stunts whilst also spending her money on a certain ex-Ballerina. Also remember her AMA’s performance of Lover/ bts of Shake It Off? 😉😉😉

- “50 years is a long time” - 50 seems deliberate, a bit of a reach but note it WAS the 50th anniversary of Stonewall last year. 🏳️‍🌈

-  “free of women with madness, their men and bad habits and THEN IT WAS BOUGHT BY ME.” - this clearly shows that ALL the songs are being narrated by Taylor, some of the lyrics are about her, some are about these fictional or fantastical characters she’s created but there is her truth behind all of them too. 

- “the loudest woman this town has ever seen” = Taylor is undoubtedly the most famous woman in the town who regualrly causes uproar there (see the Sea Wall debacle and the Taylor Swift Tax)

- in all, the two famed women owner’s of Holiday House have many overlaps and are forever intertwined. 

exile

- “i can see you standing honey with his arms around your body” as the opening line is LOUD. to me, feels like this is about ALL those staged photos of Josh and Karlie uncomfortable/fake as hell on social media. 

- “laughing but the joke’s not funny at all” is something we’ve all thought about Karlie’s marriage before and is about that moment where if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry at the situation. 

- “it took you 5 whole minutes to pack up ... holding all this love out here in the hall” to me is about someone moving out of a shared home, like Karlie from Taylor’s NYC apartment, after a break up or fight. We know it is MORE than likely that the girls’ broke up, for a while or for good, in 2017/18. 

- “I think I’ve seen this film before, and didn’t like the ending” is a lot like “Cause cruelty wins in the movies, I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you” / “All of my heroes die all alone.” which makes me truly believe that delicate > the archer > exile are all the progression of the same love story.  ❤️

- “now I’m in exile seeing you out” = both of them have lost their home, exiled from the relationship.

- “I can see you staring honey, like he’s just your understudy” has a lot to unpack. Firstly, see this photo. Second, as a beard, Joe is quite literally Karlie’s understudy - stepping in only to fill a public void or play her part when she can’t. 

- “like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me” is basically this tweet

- “second, third and hundredth chances” - hopefully this means the girls WILL be together again soon!!! 

- “those eyes add insult to injury” - Taylor has often made explcit reference to her lover’s eyes, but this could also mean the eyes of the public on her every move and relationship not allowing her to properly grapple with break ups. 👁️

-  “i’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending?” - homophobes love to say wlw or mlm relationships “offend” them or their beliefs, so who could taylor be offending if she’s publicly in a straight relationship? 

- “you were my crown”, Taylor was/is Karlie’s princess, if Karlie is gone, Taylor doesn’t feel like she’s a princess anymore. Likewise, Karlie is Taylor’s sunshine which makes the moody, misty, dark aesthetics all the more relevant to this album. 

- “so I’m leaving out the side door’ - this side door? the other side of the door?

- “all of this time, we always walked a very thin line” between outing themselves and being happy? 

- “I gave so many signs” - Taylor has queercoded EVERY album since her self-titled, she has been dropping hints and signs for years that she is LGBT+ so it must be exhausting to have to keep hiding who she loves. This is repeated so many times - it means a lot. 

- written with William Bowery who nobody can quite identify, but Karlie and Taylor have been to the Bowery many times together and William is mentioned earlier in TLGAD

- this whole song is a duet, a two-sided conversation between lovers - her and karlie both without each other. 

my tears ricochet

- Track 5 is, as per usual, deeply confessional, personal, emotive and moving. 😿😿

- there are lots of theories and layers to this masterpiece of a song, including that it’s in reference to big machine. I personally think every single song of Taylor’s is made up of layers that reflect multiple things in her life and experience so plausibly it can be about multiple things all at once including Sco** and Scumbag as well as Karlie, who was under Scumbag’s management for the majority of the decade. Another theory which with every new listen I think is more and more possible is that this is alternating between Taylor and Karlie’s perspectives. 

- ‘if i’m on fire, you’ll be made of ashes too” whoever is associated with Taylor will ALWAYS be dragged down with her. If she’s being attacked, they will be too. Big 2016 energy. 

- “even on my worst day, did I deserve babe, all the hell you gave me?” could be directed at a lover, or at Big Machine, or even the public for all the shit they’ve said about Taylor over the years. 

- “I swear I loved you ‘till my dying day” seems a lot like the 1, as well as could be about the music and the label she helped build. 

- “I didn’t have it within myself to go with grace.” Taylor was LOUD about her split from Big Machine, she called them out (rightly) and made noise which is not a ‘graceful’ split. 

- “you’re the hero flying around saving face” very easily is about S+S jackasses but deeper than that, while Taylor was under immense attack and criticism, everyone who actually like her music pretended suddenly to hate it and her to stay ‘cool’ 

- “cause if I’m dead to you why are you at the wake?” this lyric becomes especially important in the final verse but essentially those who publicly distanced themself from Taylor still showed up when she was thriving again and/or because they actually truly loved her *uhmm karlie uhmm* 

- “cursing my name, wishing I stayed” either at Big Machine or with Karlie/Taylor. 

- “some to make a diamond ring” > firstly we still have never understood the ring image from the LWYMMD and ME! videos, it is entirely possible this is a continuation of that same symbol/image. Second, I think this hints to Karlie getting ‘engaged�� while still being with Taylor, the rock for the ring in the song was found by the two people gathering stones after all. 

- “you know i didn't want to have to haunt you” both Taylor and Karlie have big reputations all over the world that follow them everywhere. For either one, they will always be haunted by reminders of each other. 

- “you wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me” - on the Big Machine side, Taylor made the label professional and big, she is literally the sole reason it succeeded in the music industry so she handed Sco** his fortune and reputation which he still had when he sold her music to Scumbag and got into a very dirty bed with him. From the Karlie side, many people have noted that not only does she wear her black cartier necklace, which is assumed to be from Taylor, but to her ‘wedding’ wore a necklace she’d worn before with Taylor. 

- “when I’d fight you’d tell me I was brave” could refer to Sco** encouraging her in 2016 to defend herself. Could refer to Karlie supporting her behind the scenes. 

- ‘and I can go anywhere I want, just not home” seems like a continuation from exile, as in she’s lost the place she called home because her lover is no longer there but could also mean she can’t go back to her other albums and the house (see the lover music video) that they created as her musical home.

- “you will still miss me in your bones” could be about Sco** losing his money and label without her there to physically support and carry it or about the fact that the love Taylor and Karlie had is so ingrained it’s in their bones forever. 

- “and i still talk to you when I’m screaming at the sky” this lyric has a lot of possible interpretations (i’ve seen one about cursing out God?) but i think it’s similar to “asking the traffic lights if i’ll be alright” as in, it’s Taylor asking the universe to help her make sense of things. 

- “when you can’t sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies” suggests a) sco** + scumbag is still haunted by the music they stole from Taylor because it was literally the backbone of the business which is now practically worthless and b) that Karlie is kept awake by the songs Taylor has written for and about her over the years which again were stolen away by the jackasses at Big Machine.  

- “you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same” again, same idea - big machine will never be profitable without her/while they hold her masters hostage. BUT Karlie wise, breaking up with Taylor broke her too? 

- this is where the song changes. it shifts from Taylor’s story to someone else’s, personally I think Karlie. 

- “you turned into your worst fears” as in she settled for the money and sold her values off by marrying Josh. Also, Karlie was under Scumbag’s management for years (part of Taylor’s hatred of him was him keeping the girls’ from doing as they pleased) so by being completely controlled by him, she turned into this completely fake person. Contrast 2014/15 Karlie with 2017/18 Karlie and it so much more all about PR and money. 

- “you’re tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years” - sco** and scumbag have made so many false excuses for their behaviour and completely erased the good relationship between the Swifts and sco**. Not sure yet what the Karlie side is here but it’s here somewhere. 

- in conclusion, this is about Big Machine and Karlie. As the first song Taylor wrote for the album, I think it’s clear just how incredibly multi-faceted this album is. ☕☕☕

mirrorball

- first off, we can never forget about this and this look from both girls. ✨✨

- “I’ll to show you every version of yourself tonight”, the public and the private sides to them both. this is big glass closet energy in my opinion 

- “and when I break it’s in a million pieces” is so personal and heartbreaking. 2016 and Kaylor breakup vibes. I cannot elaborate at this time. 

- “when no one is around my dear” = the secrecy, forbidden love motif returns and again, if she’s in a hetero relationship, what’s to hide? 

- “you’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes”, Just an fyi, Karlie, a giraffe, is 6′2″, Taylor is 5′10″ -- thats a big difference. 🦒🦒🦒

-  “i know they said the end is near” = end of the relationship or the end of hiding it, either way, it’s a romantic last private moment together, swaying as the room burns down. 

- “i can change everything about me to fit in” = Taylor when she was starting out was forced to create this all innocent, american-girl image of herself. She has had to hide herself to succeed, as she said in Miss Americana, she was muzzled. 

- “you are not like the regulars, the masquerade revelers” = Karlie is different to everyone else, or any other ex, ‘masquerade’ implies masked or hidden figures at a party, very Love Story 

- “and the called off the circus, burned the disco down” = the ‘circus’ could be the media/public, or all the illusions Taylor has cast in order to appear straight. The ‘disco’, and Taylor is the ‘mirror ball’ to her lover means that this isolated existence of just the two of them. 

- “I’m still on that tightrope, I’m still trying everything” for now, she’s still closeted, she’s still trying to have the best of everything. 

- “I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why” believer in everything working out perhaps, or perhaps believing it’s better if she’s in the closet and it’s only the two of them. 

- “never been a natural” = she has completely created herself through years off trying to be what people want, not who she naturally is. 

seven

- “picture me” implies this is retrospective of Taylor, she’s reflecting on her childhood/youth. 

- “I hit my peak at Seven” could either refer to the age 7 or album 7, ‘Lover’ which many critics argued was her best work. 

- “Over the creek I was too scared to jump in” = fear of jumping is something Taylor has discussed in many songs but this is different, the creek represents something she fears will drown her.

- “High in the sky with Pennsylvania under me” = obviously, Taylor was born and raised in rural PA, so this truly is a childhood memory unearthed and explored. It’s personal to Taylor, it’s her story. 👏🏼

- “Are there still beautiful things?”  Recognizing the world isn’t all daisies and rainbows 

- “cross your heart, don’t tell no other” = again, secret keeping and hiding something is a big queer image, ‘cross your heart’ is a quite childish phrase but it’s adult equivalent in Taylor’s world is an NDA, ie swearing people to secrecy is something she's always known... 🔐

- “Although i can’t recall your face, I still got love for you” = this childhood love has faded with time to memories, this girl simultaneously forgotten and remembered. 

- “Your braids like a pattern” = definitely about a girl (1996 rural Pennsylvania was not the kind of place where boys had braids), specific use of YOUR pronoun not ‘my’ or ‘our’ suggesting again it’s about a girl. Very obviously about a first girl crush. 🌈 

- “passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long” = firstly, reference to Neruda’s poem Taylor used in the red prologue. second, folksongs change slightly from generation to generation but the heart/melody remains the same meaning that in Taylor’s mind, the story of her first girl love has changed but it’s still the same song/story all the years later. also, clearly a reminder of the setting of the song and the album as a whole being folklore. 💛

- “your dad is always mad and that must be why” feels a lot like Love Story and forbidden love, also again rural Pennsylvania in the mid-1990s was not the most liberal place so I can imagine a lot of homophobic ideas that perforated Taylor’s childhood.

- “I think you should come live with me” is such an innocent image of someone in love and wanting to just fix things by bringing them home, it also is like a baby gay version of uhauling 

- “we could be pirates” = pirates are not just a childhood image/motif but also one historically seen as gay, gangs of pirates often had ‘mateolage’ agreements that basically were like widow’s benefits. See John Swann. ☠️

- “you won’t have to cry, or hide in the closet.” = I think this one is explicitly clear but just to be sure, Taylor could’ve said “hide when he lost it, hide if you wanted, hide in the woods too” etc. Read this for a full understanding of why it such a LOUD image to use.  It is VERY DELIBERATE PEOPLE. 🌈🌈🌈

- “just like a folk song, our love will be passed on” = different from the first bridge but deliberate again. Their story, aka Taylor liking girls from a young age will always be talked about, AND their love lives in this song she wrote.

- “picture me in the weeds before I learned civility” = again, given the homophobic attitude, ‘civility’ and straightness should be read as the same so Taylor is saying when she was a child, free in the grass and herself, she wants to always be. 

- “I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted” = she wasn’t muzzled as a child, she could say and be who she wanted, screaming it aloud for everyone to hear but that changed as she grew up. 

- “pack your dolls and a sweater, we’ll move to India forever” = ‘dolls’ again would imply it’s two girls running away together and India is this exocitc far off place to a child, a place where they can be together without anyone knowing them or controlling them. 

August

- Karlie Kloss is born in August. Karlie Kloss posted yesterday about being a Leo (an August born). August belongs to Karlie Kloss. 🦁♌

- “rust on your door” = image of something well-worn, perhaps someone who’s been here too a few times before?

- “whispers of are you sure?” = obviously there is the sexual connotation, but beyond that, what if it’s about Taylor and Karlie going public etc. 

- “never have I ever before” = see above but also the game ‘never have I ever’ evokes youthfulness and sounds almost like a reminder of a fun night with friends. 

- “I can see us lost in the memory” = implies they’re still together, losing themself in the memory together

- “I can see us twisted in bedsheets” = again, sexual imagery but also the intimacy of sharing a bed with the person you love after sex 

- “Like a bottle of wine” = matures the song a bit, the youthfulness of earlier is now more adult. 21 is America’s drinking age, 20s were mentioned early etc. 🍷

- “Cause you were never mine” = the whole of Taylor and Karlie’s relationship, Karlie has publically been dating Josh so she was never solely Taylor’s. 

- “Will you call when you’re back at school?” = Karlie attended NYU in 2015, the height of Kaylor. 

- “back when we were still changing for the better” = instead of changing to adapt/survive or keep up appearances. 

- “wanting was enough” = wanting Karlie without labels was enough, rather than having to go public etc. Many have said for a long time that Karlie and Taylor fought about coming out or not. 

- “cancel plans in case you would call” = sounds like a very love-sick Taylor Swift thing to do. Also waiting on a lover’s call when they constantly are travelling like both Karlie and Taylor do makes sense. ☎️

- “so much for summer love” = cruel summer echo? Summer 2015 was again, peak Kaylor so this could be a specific reference to that period

- “Do you remember? Remember when I pulled up and said ‘get in the car’” another specific reference, comes up again later in Betty, clearly is something personal. 

- “Back when I was still living for the hope of it all” = back as in the past when everything was happening, hope of it all being the hope they’d still end up together. 

TO SUM UP PART 1:

BENEATH ALL FICTION OR MYTH IS FACT & FEELING. Taylor is no longer hiding. Yes, some of these songs are about stories and people not her but there is so much of herself and her own story layered in too. PAY ATTENTION!!! Obviously, these are just my opinions, I’m not Taylor so I cannot know exactly what these songs are about but I think, after years of analyzing her music, these images/themes and deliberate word choice are well-versed in this part of the fandom. It is entirely possible this is the beginning of Taylor’s full, public coming out journey. 

I’ll be back with Part 2 tomorrow.  Stay Tuned!

[toomanyfandomsuhoh]

⚠️WANDAVISION EP7 REACTION⚠️

ayyyy I’m kinda late today but still

wanda is such a mood tho

where’s vision?

awww the twins are really cute🥰🥰

that’s what I do with possibly expired milk

WHERES VISION IN THE OPENING

oh nvm there’s his name

HAYDICK IS STILL HERE NOOOOO KILL HIM

oh hi vision

ew clowns

lmao he’s in makeup

OOOOOOOH DARCY!!!!!!

ohonhonhonhonhonhon

shidisjsjsjdksksk DARCY help-

oh my WHO IS THIS PIETRO??

their faces-

ME IN MY EXAM

I am currently relating to wanda so harrrrrrrrrd

WANDA’S MOOD IS >>>

oh my god that is scary

WHATS ON HER BACK?!!!

oh deer

me to myself

help why is wanda so relatable-

yesssss they’re fine thank goddd

I bet haydick wants to use vision

okay monica just confirmed it

the boundaries wasn’t as red before, it was kinda blue ish

ooh i like monica’s eyeshadow

darcy’s hair is >>>

why doesn’t he use the mind zap thing??

oh nevermind...

YAY WE GOT DARCY BACK

YASSSSS QUEEN👑👑

oh my god that dude scared me just as much as dead vision and pietro

poor wanda she just wanted a lie in-

WHY IS EVERYTHING GLITCHING???

oH the stork is back

WHERE’S PIETRO??

who’s talking back??

is this an ad??

“a reality of your choice”...

side effect: more depression lmaoooo

DID WANDA TAKE THIS LMAO??

i love senor scratchy💖💖

won’t she get like, “programmed” or sth??

✨famous last words✨

why are they so sure that the spaceship thingy won’t turn into sth else??

MONICA GTFOOOOO

oh thank god

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well that went well :D

AT LEAST WEAR UR HELMET GIRL

ooooh fury!!

her eyes...

WAIT SHE MADE IT THRU WITHOUT ANYTHING CHANGING???

except her eyes it’s like she’s on crack cocaine lmao

oh she’s fine now

THERE ARE NO CARS, DRIVE DARCY DRIVE

nevermind i take that back

VISION IS A MOOD

SO HAVE I DARCY

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FUCK OFF AGATHA HARKNESS

this dude just sipping his tea-

OH MY GOD THE KIDS!!!!

eheheheheheheheheeh

but also who is he talking to??

oh dear i’m getting some creepy vibes

SHE MURDERED THEM

i’m getting stranger things vibes lmao

is that a skull??

ooooooooooh nice SHE’S REVEALLING HERSELF!!

niceeeee i love the song!!!

OH THAT BITCH

I LOVED SPARKEY

i’ve never hated the words “please stand by” that much

[letsperaltiago]

a calm surrender to the rush of day

Jake’s had a few too many beers when he’s sent back home to Amy and his still relatively new son. It’s all good and cute, promise. Peak domestic Peraltiago. This oneshot is based on a prompt on this list.

#98: "I think we should have another"

Read on AO3 here

Amy was fast asleep in their bedroom when the sudden sound of the front door lock clicking and shifting followed by a half-hearted slam jolted her awake. For a very brief second, with her heart galloping in her chest as a result of the shock, Amy was utterly disoriented and the uneasy feeling was definitely not peculiar when you happened to live in a city that was ranked way too high on the Top 10 Most Dangerous Cities in America – a club she did not particularly enjoy being a part of. Although, as fast as it had encased her body to begin with, the shock quickly wore off the second she heard shifting and rumbling paired with a “shit” coming from what she figured out must’ve been the living room.

Jake, she realized, suddenly remembering why he wasn’t currently beside her in bed but rather out with some friends from the academy – or, at least, was.

In an attempt to put the final puzzle pieces in place she leaned over to grab her phone wondering how long he’d out and about for. The time revealed itself across her lock screen picture of Jake, fast asleep on their couch a few days after their son’s arrival with said son resting beneath his hands and on his chest. 3:11 AM – no wonder why she could barely keep her eyes open. There was a second of wondering if she should just turn over, go back to sleep and let Jake come join her whenever he was ready, but something else on the screen caught her eye before she could ultimately decide on doing so: 3 texts from Rosa with the last being from around 30 minutes prior.

Rosa Diaz – 12:39 PM Dude, Jake is horrible. He won’t shut up about you and the baby and for some reason the other guys from the academy seem to be eating it up. I hate it. What have you done to him?

Rosa Diaz – 1:56 AM Nvm. I take it back. He just paid a second round of beers to celebrate, and I quote, “His miracle baby”. Please get pregnant more. Means more free booze.

Rosa Diaz – 2:47 AM Def spoke too soon. He just threw up at my feet. We’re waiting outside the bar for his cab. I’m sending him home to you. Texts me when he gets there. Also: good luck lol. He’s stupid drunk.

Almost as if Jake had read the text as well, as to emphasize its point, Amy could hear him stumble into the bathroom across the hall to, what she chose to believe, grab his toothbrush but instead knocking over the glass holding it generating a loud commotion which tore throughout the entire apartment.

Amy’s head immediately as per instinct shot in the direction of her 3-month old’s crib, which stood against the wall on her side just a few feet away. Apart from the limited amount of Catholic traditions she’d grown up with living with her parents she wasn’t particularly religious, but right then and there she internally prayed that her son, who she’d spent an hour getting back to sleep just 3 hours ago, wasn’t woken up by her father’s drunken circus. She held her breath as a few, way too long seconds went by: no cry. Amy’s chest dropped in relief.

Moments like these were tiny victories that she as a brand new first-time mom held onto for dear life. In general, though she had nothing to compare to, her little boy wasn’t a particularly difficult baby but the past few days had been a bit rough on the little family: rough to the point where Amy had to push Jake out the door earlier that evening because he didn’t want to leave her behind with a fussy baby. But, more than ever before, Amy was confident, telling him it would be a waste for him to stay home and miss out on some fun; he should go out and she’d be fine. He’d ended up going. Although it was borderline against his will with half-worried eyes that Jake had crossed the threshold to exit their apartment, while repeating over and over again that she could and should call him if things turned out to be too much: he’d grab the first cab he saw back home.

Amy loved this considerate and worried side of Jake but it also turned out to be quiet unnecessary that night. Besides the hour from hell of fussiness at midnight, the evening alone with her son had gone by pretty smoothly – she’d actually made quite an enjoyable experience out of it. First of all, right after he’d had left, Amy ate the dinner Jake had prepared for her in advance on the couch with Flynn lying next to her in his little nest, talking and admiring his small sounds and smiles. God, she loved him so much and there was no TV-show or movie in the world that could beat the incredible sight of her son clumsily waving around his tiny legs and arms in his green pajama-onesie. Then, after bathing and changing him, she’d fed him to make sure he was completely ready for bed and by 8 PM she was silently smiling down at, admiring, her very own tiny sleeping human as he dozed off in his crib. Losing track of time was incredibly easy these days, both from the lack of sleep but also the huge amount of love for said little human, but after making sure (for the 32nd time) that Flynn was well asleep Amy had, trusty baby monitor in hand, retreated to the living room. There, with a tiny glass of white wine in hand, she’d managed to finish today’s The Times’ crossword puzzle - something Flynn had interrupted a couple of times that day – before she’d felt an inevitable wave of tiredness creep up on her. Once ready, having gone through her own routine plus checking up on the, to her pride and joy, still sleeping baby, Amy went to bed where she’d slept peacefully until her son had claimed her attention a few hours later. So even though Jake was her favorite person to hang out with, her evening had been great and, all in all, she wouldn’t mind doing it again  

Now here she was once again awake although this time it was not her baby causing the distraction from sleeping but rather her apparently very drunk husband stumbling around the bathroom. The fact that he hadn’t been loud enough to wake up their son had probably (for sure) helped, but also, Amy couldn’t be mad at Jake when she’d been the one to basically force him to go out and have fun. So, after giving up on falling back asleep figuring it’d be hopeless with Jake stumbling around the apartment, she instead took matters into her own hands and made her way to the bathroom. Here, to her amusement, the sight of her rather nicely dressed husband, unruly curls spilling onto his forehead, was barely able to stay awake and standing upright while brushing his teeth.

“Hey there,” she leaned her hip against the door frame before crossing her arms in front of her chest adding to it a teasing smile.

“Oh god!” from the way he almost choked on his tooth brush, Jake was obviously startled by her sudden appearance but quickly avoided choking with a sad attempt at smooth recovery by clumsily spitting the toothpaste into the sink getting it all over his lips in the process.  “I’m szo szo szorry,” the words tumbled from his mouth much like she imagined he’d tripped and fallen over various furniture and items on his way into the apartment just a few moments ago. “Dridn’t mean tro wake you.”

“Well…” she shrugged nonchalantly not really minding mostly because drunk Jake was a hilarious mess she’d missed during their pregnancy, but also partly because she knew he’d be paying the painful price in the morning. “You did.”

Immediately, as if he was a puppy whose tail had just accidentally been stepped on, Jake’s previously insouciant demeanor switched into a intoxicated version of his famous worried frown. Though the second she could tell panic was forming in his drunkenly fatigued eyes, she was quick to step in and avoid guilting him.

“But it’s okay,” her tired but nonetheless somehow always warm eyes worked their best to comfort him, hip nudging her off the doorframe and into a short journey to where her husband had shifted into a leaning position with his back against the sink, toothbrush desperately hanging from the left side of his mouth. His eyes, though dazed and barely able to stay open, followed her every move towards him closely but he was still startled when she’d come close enough for him to feel her breath on him and had sassily snagged the dangling toothbrush out of his mouth (careful to not hurt him in the process, of course).  

“As long as you don’t wake up your son,” she raised an eyebrow daringly only to be met by a shocked expression that told her he still wasn’t entirely over that bold toothbrush-move of hers, and was just barely managing to listen to what she was saying solely because of the mention of Flynn. He knew that the baby was an angel (duh, he was his and Amy’s creation) yet Jake was also very much in touch with reality which was that said son also hadn’t managed to sleep through the night yet (which according to his go-to parenting book Cry Hard was normal). Therefor even drunk Jake also knew that every second his son was asleep was to be handled as carefully as you would a bomb, and the mention of him possibly waking him up was enough to sober him up – or at the very least have him feel like it for a second.

“Luckily,” Amy proceeded, placing her hands on his chest before sliding them up to rest on his shoulders, “you didn’t.”

Paired with a heavy sigh, as if he’d been holding his breath in suspense, she instantly felt his shoulders drop in relief. Needless to say that Amy loved the way her husband cared greatly about his new father-role. Sometimes to the point where Jake, very unnecessarily, would push himself down an endless rabbit hole of doubt, where he, Amy had come to find out relatively early on, could only be calmed down by her ordering him to go lie down and so she could place tiny Flynn on his (incredible) father’s chest. Only then, with his son looking up at him with curious brown eyes or even just being fast asleep, Jake could feel his heart rate slow down significantly and the anxiety fade. His son was here on his chest, tiny heartbeat against his big one and they were both okay. It was love and that was all that mattered.

So yes, Jake’s father-role was very important to both him and her, but for tonight, Amy quickly decided, Jake was allowed to be just drunk-Jake. She had no problem taking full responsibility for Flynn-duty that night, and, even though neither of them kept scores or cared about the unspoken tally, she also knew Jake would make it up to her another night.

“So Flynni iz ztill azleep?” Jake whispered loudly not actually managing to control his voice as intended. His sluggish, wondering eyes reminded Amy of the look on her milk-drunk 3-month old’s face right after a feeding which made it even more obvious that Flynn Peralta was very much her father’s son and would grow up to be an exact copy.  

“Yes, Flynni,” she giggled emphasizing the nickname her husband had come up with, “is still very much asleep. But he won’t be for much longer if you don’t quiet down,” her hands slid up Jake’s neck to cradle his jaw, his tooth brush still in her hand.

“Zorry,” he smiled sheepishly actually managing to whisper this time. “You’re ze bestest mom in ze attire world, Amy Zantriago.”

“Hm,” she squinted her eyes jokingly, “maybe I should just put back that tooth brush because now you’re just talking crazy.”

“Nooo,” the whine that escaped her husband was childish as he simultaneously pulled her in for a clumsy, giggly kiss that’d cover her mouth in his toothpaste remains – unsurprisingly, drunk-Jake was not a very precise tooth brusher and had a toddler’s amount of basic skills. “Ze only crayzay here is me. Crayazay ‘bout my WIFE!” unable to control himself he half-yelled out the last word causing Amy to make a quick decision and shove the toothbrush back into his mouth. This, besides yet another surprised and confused expression greeting her, seemed to work and would hopefully keep him quiet till he made it to bed where he could pass out.

“Hush, Peralta,” and he immediately did. He knew his always very convincing wife only had good intentions (which making sure their son stayed asleep ultimately was) and whilst she picked up where he’d left of to finish brushing his teeth for him he, like the inner toddler the alcohol ignited in him, stayed put against the sink.

A few minutes later, still managing to stay somewhat silent (apart from constantly trying to whisper sweet nothings and stupidities into her ear meanwhile she struggled to brush his teeth and wash his face) Amy lead Jake to their bedroom which, for once, was for unsexy reasonz (with a z, yes). Immediately as soon as it was within what his drunk brain considered a safe distance, Jake’s body caved and dropped to the soft welcoming surface of their bed. Amy quickly figured that it was probably for the best and she should take advantage of Jake finally staying still, meaning she carefully started undressing him, and it had seemed that he was passed out right up until she popped the third button of his flannel and his eyes shot open along with a sneaky smirk.

“Amez, Iz tonight zhe night that we become PILFs?”

Amy frowned as she reached the last button and then pushed the flannel off of his torso. “PILFs?” She wordlessly prompted him to sit up as to allow her to remove the flannel entirely only to be followed by his undershirt being lifted off via his head – something she’d done a million times before but most cases being for other reasons.

“Parentz I’d Like To Frick,” he smiled in appreciation at his own genius invention before stealing a kiss when Amy happened to be close enough to reach by simply leaning in a bit. It did earn him a small giggle like he wished but then also a light shove back.

“Stop that and help me instead, would you?” She was far from mad at him which he could tell from the way she couldn’t keep an entirely straight face but on the other side of things Amy clearly wasn’t having the easiest time undressing her full grown husband either. Suddenly the task that was changing Flynn 7 times a day was put into a quite interesting perspective: a perspective she didn’t necessarily need.

And so, feeling that his wife was doing all the hard work, he helped. It might’ve taken him 5 minutes to pop open and zip down his jeans, but he succeeded and it was with way too much pride that he kicked his jeans off in a madman-ninja manner which resulted in them flying across the room to touchdown by the door. Normally Amy would demand he put them in the laundry bin but for once she couldn’t care less. The pants being off itself was a great victory.

“Nicely done, babe,” she joked trying to ignore the fact that 3 simple tasks had taken them almost 40 minutes by now, prompting her to playfully throw his night shirt in way so it landed on his head. “Now put that on and you’re good to pass out for the night.”

She walked back over to her side of the bed, throwing in a glance at Flynn in his crib to make sure he was still well and asleep, before crawling back under the covers and pushing the part on Jake’s side aside to invite him in.

It was a matter of seconds before he dropped into place but instead of passing out immediately as Amy had expected him to, her husband shuffled across the bed’s invisible center line wordlessly asking for snuggles that Amy, of course, couldn’t decline. She loved that Jake went out and had some fun by himself, although, at the end of the day, nothing would ever beat having him home with her – even if it meant dealing with an all at once incapable and horny man child.

So, by all means, she lifted her arm to welcome him to make himself at home under it, felt his head moving to on top of her chest, before she put it back down in a soft grip around his shoulders. His free arm would then soon enough wrap around her middle earning him a soft peck to the forehead.

“I love you, Amz,” he mumbled tiredly into her shirt.

“I love you too, Jake,” she smiled leaning her cheek against where she’d just planted the kiss.

“And I love our baby. Zo much. I mizzed him all ze night,” he mumbled on the verge of falling asleep.

And while she always did expect it these days, right then and there when she very honestly in the moment least did expect it, a loud cry as if scripted, tore through the darkness of their bedroom. A small sigh escaped her body although she was couldn’t help but smile at the irony of the situation.

“… Sounds like he missed you too, babe.”

“Oh no,” Jake whined basically imitating Flynn to a point where it was scary as Amy scooted out from his snuggle and the newfound warmth of their bed. “I woke him up. I’m zo zo sorry.”

In the meantime Amy had made her way to the crib.

“You didn’t wake him up, honey,” she made sure to reassure Jake of the fact before picking up the tiny crying figure before promptly looking at the time on her night stand, where her suspicion was immediately proved to be right. “It’s 4 AM: he’s just hungry.”

Not many things in this world were sure or certain, but if there was one thing that was then it was definitely Amy’s knowledge when it came to her son’s schedule. Yes, Jake got up with Flynn just as frequently as she did, but contrary to her, Jake didn’t take note of the time and just did what his son demanded without interest in cracking the code to their baby’s life-pattern: as long as he got to care for him and make him happy again, the logistics were somewhat irrelevant to Jake.

“You sure?” he complained nervously questioning his wife as she sat back down in bed with Flynn cradled to her chest.

“Yes, completely.”

With her always being right and all, Jake settled for accepting his wife’s statement quieting down to take in the sight of their son fumbling to find where his mother had lifted up her shirt in order to feed him. Seconds later, like the peace that followed after a huge sky-cracking thunderstorm, silence settled upon the family of three letting the two adult of said family know that Flynn had once again worked out how to still his hunger. Apart from the very faint sounds of suckling, the occasional little pop followed by a wail when he’d lose his mouthful and complain until Amy managed to help him back on track, idyllic silence of the night wrapped up the apartment as if Jake had never interrupted it just an hour prior.

It was in moments like these where Jake became untouchable, completely disregarding any physical or mental state he might be in, and simply gave in to soaking in the faultless felicity parenthood provided him with. He’d never been anything but happy with Amy but this life he’d been living for 3 months now was even better and beyond any imaginable expectations he’d had. Flynn, though being the one who was completely dependent on his father’s care, had given Jake life a renewed meaning he hadn’t known or felt close to before. A meaning he’d originally been so afraid of even considering before he met Amy but had come to realize he wanted with her and only her.

He wanted 4 AM cries. He wanted the sight of Amy, depending on what her energy level was, either dozing off to or actively admiring their son latching onto her swelled chest as he suckled on it. He wanted the rush of pride every time Flynn made a new sound even if it was simply bringing into existence a new pitch when he squealed or whimpered. Jake wanted all and everything, big and small, as long as it was with them.

So of course, as soon as Flynn was placed stomach down on Amy’s chest after being done eating and burped, earning himself a sweet praise when he succeeded, Jake was back to snuggling into his wife’s side. There was no minding sharing her chest with the tiny human as it provided Jake with the perfect combination of cuddling with his wife and the incredible sight of their stupefying son slipping back into a peaceful state of sleepy satisfaction.

“He’s sro prerfect, Amy.”

“I know, babe,” with a hand safely cradling and stroking the back of Flynn’s decently hairy head she mumbled her reply obviously in the early stages of dozing off herself. The other hand, this arm having returned to its spot around Jake, was resting against her husband’s back stroking it in a synchronized motion.  

“Like, he’z like getting ze one exact toy you wanted ze mostest in your Happy Meal as a child.”  

She would laugh out loud at his comparison, finding it incredibly endearing, but she was by then too exhausted and only managed to form a tired smile – also the laughing would cause her chest and then automatically Flynn to quiver which she was not about to dare.

“He really is,” she mumbled.

“I think we shrould have anozer.”

It was easy to tell that the comment was partly genuine and sweet but also partly… intoxicated. Though Amy didn’t doubt the fact that Jake wouldn’t mind more children, she also didn’t doubt the fact that he definitely wouldn’t remember this conversation when he woke up some hours later with a hammering headache and zombie-like state of mind.

“I think I have enough on my hands with you two.”

Yes, she did see them having at least two kids but one newborn was definitely more than enough at the moment, plus  they had plenty of time to consider further additions to the family once Flynn would be older and Jake not completely wasted. Although it was nice to hear some truth about his inner thoughts spill from her drunk husband, there was no doubt in her mind that there was no need to hurry. They would get there eventually and for now they were already so very happy.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the feeling of Jake’s lips planting a soft, half-sloppy kiss to, first, their son’s head, then, then her neck. Then small movements beneath her hand on Flynn was next, quickly peaking her curiosity and winning over her exhaustion then forcing herself to open her eyes. Immediately feeling glad she did so because she was met by the most heartwarming sight of Jake carefully caressing Flynn’s tiny feet.

“We’re gunna make zo many perfect bebiez, Amy Trivago. Zo many. Like zis one.”

“I’m sure of it, babe,” she gave into one last tired chuckle hoping agreeing would give him the peace he needed to fall asleep. And besides the fact his fingers continuously toyed with the tiny feet, Jake seemed fast asleep a few moments later leaving Amy to soak in the moment, fighting to stay awake just a few more minutes to enjoy how incredibly lucky she was.

There was indeed nothing better than feeling her two favorite boys’ heartbeats against her skin as she herself dove into a deep sleep.

[szopenhauer]

If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? doubtful, I don’t wanna hurt anyone, it’s awkward and a lot of ppl can’t change how they smell

Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? used to have one special object, I still hold it sometimes, I suppose I might again at night from Friday to Saturday 

When are you likely to hide your emotions? when I’m face to face with an authority figure like boss, teacher or doctor, policeman too but I never been in a situation like this with them, I also hide my emotions from abusers at times to not show I’m afraid of them and to not provoke them more as well

Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? I guess starvation as it takes longer

Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? it’s their decision to smoke, I don’t approve but I won’t get involved, I can only avoid them

Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? self harm more likely, I mean... I was talking with suicidal people about them wanting to kill themselves but never at the moment when they were doing it so I don’t know if that counts

When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? packing, last day with my parents before I go to the hospital

What is the last thing you complained about? probably health related issues

What was the last curse-word you said? kurwa

When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I don’t fake sick, I might exaggerate but I won’t lie, I don’t want to worry my parents and because I’m chronicall ill I often was going to school even though I didn’t felt like it

Do you still talk to your very first best friend? no

When was the last time something went terribly wrong? basically everything goes wrong

How do you console someone when he or she is upset? depends

Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? no thx

How often do you feel overwhelmed? all the damn time

How do you deal with everyday life? poorly 

Who in your family do you act like the most? my dad

What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? my gf is doing many sweet things 

Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? I’ve never been confronted by the store guard - elseway I would never go back there out of anxiety

Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? my mom

Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? sorta XD

Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? I was attacked but I didn’t fight back so...

A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? dunno

When was the last time you visited a thrift store? recently

Can you handle constructive criticism? I can’t handle any criticism :(

Who is the most sensitive person that you know? me?...

When was the last time you wrote someone a note? few days ago

Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? I always tell

What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? not sure what was last hmm...

Which season do you dread the most? winter

Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? maybe

Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” abstract art

What is the scariest thing about attending your school? which one?

Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? I got better with time 

Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? depends

When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? my mother sometimes asks me to because she has migraines

When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? not always *ashamed*

Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? nope but I’m the one that often goes to the bathroom 

Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? sure

When was the last time you doubted your abilities? I have... abilities? :o

What was the last thing you wished for? health... not gonna happen tho :(

How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? several, when I wake up then when I eat and between meals and then when I go to sleep and in the middle of the night if I go to pee

Where do you first remember living? I never moved

First fandom? woah I don’t remember 

First otp/ship? neither

How old were you when you first when on a plane? -

What was your first tattoo?  -

Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? show - She-ra, movie - A lot like love

Did you lose your virginity before you were sixteen? nooo

How many purses do you own? too many lol Are you bi? am not Who was your prom date? I never had one, I didn’t go to prom

Who was the last person to see you cry? parent[s]

Have you ever been used? yep

Do you like when girl takes you by surprise and kisses you? I like consent but... those were the best kisses ^^’’

Have you ever gone for someone despite knowing they were bad for you? I didn’t think about the future nor that I deserve love What kind of gift can win you over? what do you mean by WIN ME OVER? Are diamonds really a girls best friend? not mine, I don’t care for diamonds 

Have you ever dated someone with a child? no way  Have you ever dated someone shorter than you? Sarah was shorter

Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? my parents and my current partner

What sound is annoying you right now? it’s quiet :3

What gives you a peaceful feeling? sleep?

Would you rather live in the city, suburbs or the country? country

Are you more of a maker and giver, or a taker and user? taker and user I suppose

Do you buy holiday gifts early or at the last minute? early

If someone else were to describe you what would you hope they would say? the truth

Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for the child to outlive their parent? parent to outlive the child because it’s not common

When do you do your best thinking? evening/night

What was a choice that you didn’t want to make but you had to? majority of decisions are smth I’d prefer not to make

What age do you think it is most difficult to be? to each their own

Do you think you could handle a day in jail? who knows

Have you ever been on a trampoline? I have not

Do you pretend to be something you’re not to make friends? I’m being myself and that’s why I’m friendless :P

Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I’m introverted antisocial and a loner but I’m not shy, I can be loud and talkative

Are you more of an athlete or artist? artist Are you the type to procrastinate? I put PRO in procrastination  Do you believe that you’ll always be a kid at heart? ;) What is something you want to improve on this year? health, I’m trying  How many times a day do you get angry? uh oh... If you could eat any food you want right now, what would it be? personal Can you sleep with your eyes open? I’m no Gandalf

Do you still have any living grandparents? If so, how old are they? I don’t wanna talk about that

What’s your favorite computer game genre? simulations Do you have any exes your parents never liked? pfft Do you ever keep things just because they might be useful someday? we are hoarders

Are you frequently in a bad mood? sorry... Do you ever fill out surveys while in a bad mood? I go through soooo many moods before I finish one survey  Are you a fast or a slow eater? slowest among my friends, fastest in my house  How old were you when you had your first relationship? no idea what I should call a relationship and what not  Do you get dental checkups at least once a year? yup Is there anyone in your family/household whom you frequently argue with? mom, sister before she moved out Have you ever used chewing tobacco? tha hell? that’s disgusting!

Do you play Pokemon Go? If so, what level are you and who’s your buddy? not applicable Do you ever sit indoors and wear sunglasses or a hat? hat Are you putting off doing something right now? If so, what is it? drying my hair, drinking water and going to sleep mostly

Are you like me and hoard notebooks and pens? pens now, I stopped buying notebooks... oh wait... no... I just got one because I wanted to save bees, nvm... Are you sitting in front of or by a window? What can you see out there? by, it’s dark but there’s my neighbor’s house Are there any coasters on your table? If so, do they have text or pictures? flowers Do you have a song playing in your head right now, too? not really Don’t you hate it when people answer to surveys with one word answers? lame *I realized I did that myself *facepalm* Ever watched a cat or a dog sleep and run/twitch in their sleep? adorable <3 What’s something we do every day but they don’t depict in movies? it bothers me that in fantasy/sci-fi movies there are no toilets and meals are rare

Is your style feminine, masculine or somewhere in the middle? in the middle, childish yet of an old person haha Do you usually carry a backpack, a shoulder bag or something else? shoulder bag or tote  Do you wear glasses? If so, have you ever tried to fix them when they’ve broken? helped my dad fix his glasses couple of times Are there a lot of dragonflies around your house? they don’t show up frequently

[everyandanythingimagines]

New Year’s Day | N.C

Warnings: use of alcohol? (idk if that is a warning), I guess angst

Word Count: 3341

Summary: Based on ‘New Year’s Day’ by T-swizzle :)

A/N: sooo yeah long break but I’ve been writing again... btw not my song, it’s by Taylor Swift. BASICALLY this one is I guess special to me bc it’s somewhat true. ngl I don’t know if I got the interpretation of this song right, but this is how I saw it. Some parts were altered a bit to fit the song better but right when I heard it I just HAD to make it an imagine. also plz request lol thanks for reading hope u enjoy

*not my gif and it somewhat fits idk not really nvm*

 SIDE NOTE: There are a lot of time jumps so here is a guide if you are lost... Italics are from New Years Eve, normal is the day after and on, and bold is lyrics. enjoy

There's glitter on the floor after the party

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

You woke up on new years day with the biggest smile on your face. Reminiscence of the night before still plays in your mind. You threw a party in your apartment with just a few of your closest friends. Somehow word got out that the oh so popular ‘Peter Kavinsky’ was going to be partying at your place and a whole bunch of girls, that you were 100% sure that they did not like you before this party, showed up. Probably trying to get lucky with him or any of his close friends. The both of you had mutual friends, and over time all of you had become one tight friend group.

Since yesterday was New Years Eve, everyone had been drinking and dancing. It was only 10 pm when everyone had started to party. You remember bits and pieces of that night, but the most important memories weren’t forgotten.

There was noise coming from the room next to you, some people had spent the night at yours due to their lack of ability to walk/drive home. You got up to check who it was and it was only just a few girls carrying their stuff in their hands trying to sneak out. They smile at you and thank you for inviting them, which was funny because some of them weren't.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me from the night before, but

   Your friend, Morgan, came up to you as she was leaving, “Happy New Year girl! I thought you would want this!” She says. You look down at her hand and it’s a photo of you and Noah from yesterday. He looked amazing in his jeans and black button-up shirt, his hair was gelled yet slightly messy.

“Thanks!” unable to contain a smile on your face just thinking about the both of you from last night, “Do you wanna stay for a bite? I can make something?” You asked her.

“Yeah sure, I’ll stay and recover a bit more because last night was WOW,” she laughs, “so, you and Noah huh?” you turn to her and she’s wiggling her eyebrows. What happened was amazing, but you didn’t know what was going to happen next. All you thought about was last night and everything but the future between you two.

You had this crush on Noah for a while now, there was non stop texting between the both of you. People kept telling you that maybe the feelings were mutual, but it felt too good to be true. Noah was this amazing actor and you were this ordinary girl who he met through mutual friends. How would a relationship even work if this were to happen?

Don't read the last page

But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong

Or we're making mistakes

Throughout the whole party, you and Noah were inseparable. Everything you did, he did and everything he did, you did. From playing harmless drinking games to sitting on the sofa cuddling and chatting nonstop. There were definitely glares thrown at the pair, but at your drunken state, you thought it was nothing. When you had become separated from Noah, you saw a few of your friends Victoria, Christina, and Gabby, talking in a corner.

You went up to them to see how they are doing, “Hey guys! What are you up to?” they immediately put on fake smiles. The last bit of ‘sober Y/N’ had thought this was weird, but the ‘drunk Y/N’ didn't think anything of it.

“Oh, just resting from this non-stop dancing! Nice party by the way!” They answer. At some point during this awkward exchange, you saw Vic’s eyes flash to Noah quickly. That’s when it all clicked, Noah had asked Victoria out months ago but she had rejected him because she “wasn’t ready” so why does she care now?

You brush off that thought and continue making your rounds to check if it’s getting too chaotic. As you do this your mind floats back to Victoria and Noah, “Maybe this isn’t okay” you think to yourself, “I didn’t think Vic and Noah were a big deal, maybe they are and this is a mistake” Your eyes find Noah’s, "or maybe not.".

I want your midnights

It was only 10 minutes till midnight, you had gathered everyone to the main area with the projector setup displaying the famous ball drop in New York. Noah had found you dancing with the rest of the group. Everyone partied like nothing else mattered. Dancing, drinking, and capturing moments people probably won’t remember tomorrow, if it wasn’t for cameras.

Time had flown by and the countdown from 30 seconds had started. Your heart was racing, you didn’t know what was going to happen. Sure you and Noah had been talking nonstop but does he really like you? It all comes down to this moment.

10

Noah’s hand found yours

9

You look around at your surroundings

8

But all you see is this beautiful brunette

7

The both of you is still counting together

6

Everyone else starts to fade…

5

Then the music….

4

He pulls you closer

3

You smile at him

2

Both of you start leaning in

1…

You kiss.

“Smile you two!” Morgan says. Noah ends the kiss first, smiling towards the Polaroid camera and you follow.

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

You heard a knock on your door as you were in the middle of looking for some food.

“You get it, I’ll look for something to eat for us,” Morgan said, you smile and thank her. As you walk towards the door you pick up a bunch of empty bottles that were scattered all throughout your apartment.

“Hey! Happy New Year!” You greet, struggling to hold the bottles you had picked up. You look up to meet Noah’s eyes. He looked great considering how much he drank the night before and so did you, but then again you never get hangovers. He chuckles at you struggling and immediately helps you with a few bottles. “Thanks, come on in!” as you invite him in, Morgan sees him and gives you a look. You roll your eyes at her and drop the bottles in the recycling bin.

“Hey! How was your night?” Morgan winks and Noah greets her back. Morgan then looks to you, “ I couldn’t find food I want to eat so I’m going to head out to get us food, Noah do you want anything?” Morgan offers. He replies with a no thank you as he continues helping you clean up the bottles.

“Alright sounds good, I’ll just have what you are having,” You reply to her. She grabs her keys, winks at you and heads out the door. Silence filled the air as you both continued on cleaning. You didn’t know what to say and neither did Noah, he looked troubled, not knowing what to say.

As Noah placed the final bottle in the bin, he turned to you, “Look, Y/N, obviously I need to clear something up here…” Noah trailed off. Your heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, this didn’t sound so good. “You are very pretty, smart, and nice, but I don’t feel for you like as a relationship or anything like that type of thing,” Noah added, your heart dropped and you didn’t know how to reply. Noah continued, “ Yesterday was definitely a mixed signal for you and I feel awful about it…” You wanted to say something but you didn’t know what to say. You felt angry, betrayed, and devastated. So many things were running through your head. How could he do this to you?

You wanted to know what was going through his mind this whole time, it doesn’t make any sense, it wasn’t just last night that he had been flirting with you. The flirting had been going on for about a month now, why the sudden change?

“I have been in the same situation only it was the other way around and it sucked. I’m so sorry for everything I just wanted to let you know before things went too far.” the guilty boy finally finished his speech. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself.

Eventually, you managed to put words together, “Yeah… I feel like that was just because we were both drunk … And don’t worry about it, you’re a good guy” you finally raise your eyes at him. “ I’m not gonna lie when we first met I was kinda into you, but I like us better as friends. I don’t want things to be weird with us after last night…” you lie, you’re trying hard to keep as much dignity you have left and brush off his confession as if it didn’t affect you. But it had, and you were crushed.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

Your close friends had arrived early to have a fancy dinner before the party had started. Sadly, Noah had a last minute shoot for his upcoming movie. By the time everyone had finished dinner, Noah had finished, he just texted you that he was on his way over. Your friends helped you clean up before people came to avoid anything breaking.  Suddenly, the doorbell rang, you ran to the door and opened it. It was Noah, he still had a bit of makeup on from the shoot that you could tell he had tried to rub off.

“I like your makeup!” You laugh at his attempt to take off his makeup.

Noah sheepishly rubs his face. “I can handle this stuff for shoots and stuff, but daily? Dang woman! How do you do this?” He complains to you. You offer him some makeup remover wipes and he gladly accepts. You take him upstairs to your washroom and give him the wipes.

“Do you need help taking it off? Or can you handle that yourself?” You tease him.

“Well I mean if you need an excuse to come closer then okay…” he says in a seductive voice.

“Come on! You could've done better than that!” You laugh at Noah's attempt to flirt with you. You grab the wipes from his hand as he sits on the counter, your body is in between his legs as he rests his hands on your waist. The sound of your heart pounding was loud, you were sure the Noah could hear it over the both of you talking about each others day.

As you finish taking off his makeup, the both of you stare into each other's eyes, your faces slowly inch closer together. “Hey, you two! Come down here before everyone arrives!” you could hear one of your friends shout from outside the washroom. The both of you jump separating yourselves a bit, but still not letting go of each other.

“Maybe we should join them…” Noah trails off as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips.

There’s glitter on the floor after the party

“Thanks for understanding” Noah smiles at you. You look into his eyes and you were confused. You could see guilt and sadness in his eyes, but what made you confused was when you could see a hint of regret. Not like he regretted what you two had experienced, but as if he didn't want to be rejecting you and he regrets doing this, there had to be more than he isn't telling you. He told you that he wanted to end this and that he didn’t want you, so why are his eyes saying something else? The pair stays silent for a while as you process things and cleaning the tabletops to keep you both occupied. “I should get going now…” Noah says as he finishes wiping down the surface of your tables. “I have to video chat my parents later…” he awkwardly shuffles to the door. Noah had always been open with you from the beginning. The second time you guys hung out he told you how hard it was being in a different country as his parents, especially when he had to move away so young. Although he finds it embarrassing that he calls his mom every day, you found it sweet.

“Yeah, no problem. Thanks for stopping by,” you say as you go to open the door. You both exchange goodbyes before you shut the door. Suddenly your vision became blurry from the tears building up in your eyes, you leaned your back against the wall and slid down on the floor. You don’t know how long you were there for, but you were playing every single moment you two had together. How could this happen? It seemed like the feelings you had for each other were mutual, but you were mistaken.

When you recovered from your mini shut down, you look around the room. There was glitter everywhere on the floor and stuck to your body. You felt empty, even though you told Noah you still wanted to be friends, how were you supposed to go back to normal. You didn’t even know what ‘normal’ was for you guys, the majority of the time knowing him it was always flirting. One thing you knew was that you had to clean up and put everything in the past.    

The door opened and in came Morgan, “Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” she asked all worried. When she left you were with Noah all happy, but now you’re not and he’s not here.

Please don't ever become a stranger

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

~time skip~

   It has been a few months since New Years and you finally recovered. It took you a while to get over Noah, your friends practically had to drag you out of bed so you could go out with them. As the days went on it got easier to not think about the stunning brunette and it felt great. You were more mad than anything. Sadly, you never patched up that friendship with him and got back to the way things were, but you were okay with that. Since the both of you were in the same friend group you still had to see him, at first it was awkward but you both got over it. However, you never had a one on one conversation since that day.

   You were currently bowling with a few of your friends having a great time. Everyone was happy now that you were back to normal.

   “Okay! Loser buys a round of shots for us at the club later!” Morgan challenges, everyone laughs and agrees. It was girls night and you all were planning on getting wasted with a possibility of meeting an eligible bachelor.  

   “You guys are going down!” You shout, you walk up to the lane and start prepping. Suddenly you hear a laugh a few lanes down from you, it was pretty crowded and loud but you could never forget one of your favorite laughs. You turn to face where the noise came from, your mind was right, it was Noah.

There were multiple times you saw him after New Years, but this time was different. You saw him with Christina, and it wasn’t just a hangout, his arm was around her plus they clearly were flirting. You pointed them out to your friends and some of them were shooting you looks to see that you’re okay, but others were mad that Noah just practically hit up all the girls in your friend group.

It wasn’t until after Noah told you off that you found out that he had chatted up all your friends, which was disgusting considering that you all were in the same circle of friends. By the time you had found that out about him, you were done with it. You would still deal with being ‘friends’ with him still, he hurt you all and that wasn’t right.

At first, when you found out you didn’t believe it, he was so sweet and caring, how could he do it? But he did. There was still some part of you deep inside that felt for him and seeing him with Christina hurt. She was the last person you would expect to do this, none of you saw it coming. What hurt, even more, was that he promised once that he would take you bowling. One day you sent him a snap of your bowling score and he had challenged you, he didn’t say it would be a date, but you thought it could be one. However, he never took you.

And I will hold on to you

It was nearing the end of the night, you and your close friends were all sat on the sofas laughing about old stories of each other. Noah’s arm was around you leaning on each other, everyone was tired and sobered up. Which made sense since you all started partying at 8. The party had calmed down, mostly everyone went home or to another party spot when they figured out their chance with Noah was basically impossible. As everyone broke into their own conversations, Noah turned to you, “I should go… I had a great time, tonight was unexpected but good,” he smiled as he started to get up.

“Me too! Thanks for coming!” You said. He pulled you into a tight hug like you both were savoring it. The rest of the boys stood up as well saying their goodbyes. You lead them to the door and took one last polaroid before they left.

You smiled at them, you could tell that he was happy, he used to have those eyes whenever you were around. It feels like there should have been more to what has happened, but you will never know. There are some things you will never understand and one of them is the whole truth of what happened between you two. It hurts but you had to let him go, maybe he was the right person at the wrong time or maybe not. All you know is that something felt right between you two to just let him go.

You took a deep breath, “goodbye Noah…” you whispered as threw your ball down the lane. You turn around walking back to your spot, Gabby’s face drops.

“Aw man! Okay, drinks on me tonight!” She yells, “but we’re having a rematch next time!” She challenges. You were confused, you thought were in last behind Gabby, but that was until you looked up at the screen and saw you got a strike. You smile and finish your turn.

“Okay, who is ready to party?” You say as everyone starts getting ready to leave. You walk to the counter returning your shoes then head towards the exit. You pause and hesitate before turning around to get one last look at Noah. Your eyes met his brown ones that had already been on you, both of you had this look in your eyes. Everything that happened between the both of you will live in your memories, and there will definitely always be a place in your heart for him no matter how bad he could hurt you. Whether you had still a future together as friends, you don’t know, but you had to let him go.

So there you both were, staring at each other across the room, it was as if time had stopped. You gave him a slight nod and he returned it. This was it, the ending of you two as a couple, the closure you finally needed.

“Y/N C'mon! We are going to miss all the cute guys!” Morgan said snapping you out of your last moment with Noah. You laugh and ran outside to the car. From that point on, Noah was the last thing on your mind for the rest of the night.

[arachine]

you literally don’t understand. i almost lost my life reading this. ihy (ily) 😣

“Think I’ll still rock one?”

yeah nooo don’t even play like that bae 😕

“I love your hair.” You do love his hair – long, tangled and curled, probably needs an entire bottle of coconut oil conditioner and a proper comb, but it fits him well.

it needs a trim, a deep conditioner treatment, and some curl cream 

“If I get a buzzcut, would I look like I’m sick, or, sick.”

LMAO HE’S SO FUNNY

“What if I straightened my hair?” 

baby please no more ideas ;(

“Would I look like a hippie or a pervert? Or like, a wet afghan hound?”

HELP I HAD TO LOOK UP WHAT AN AFGHAN HOUND WAS AN WHY IS IT SO ACCURATE 

Eddie ponders for a bit. He shrugs. “Yeah sure, why not. What would you give me?”

awe this is so cute :0

“Hellfire Club right above your butt crack. But in cursive.”

nvm /j

“What if I get a tatt right on my dick? Like on the tip. Or beneath the tip, and they’re like the Devil’s Horns?” Eddie suggests. 

ykw...you onto smth buddy 🤔

“Yeah, but when Mike Lewinski calls you ‘hot stuff’ last year, it has you skipping around the halls like an idiot. But when I call you ‘sweet thing’ it’s gross.” 

CTFUUUU NOT HIM EXPOSING US

“Ah, right, you were too busy doing crack with Chrissy Cunningham.”

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME FOR NO RSNNJSJFBJ

He drags his vowels, and you drag your eyes into a roll. “What would I be jealous about? I snort coke with you all the time…”

omg purr

The school’s filled with crass students and naïve adults, and they live on gossip. Repetitive, fraudulent, juvenile gossip. Caused only to destroy someone’s life; it’s like an unspoken rule that there’s to be eloquent lies spoken every month to entertain the dull town. Every lie slips past the thin walls and into another’s mouth. And so far, you’d only believed one (maybe two) out of ten gossips that entail your best friend.

i love this whole paragraph, you’re such a good writer. the detail..godly 🧎🏽‍♀️

“Whisper shit to her that makes her cross her legs, then lift her to the bench. Or bend her over there, knowing damn well she’s still dating fucking Jason Carver.”

oh my days...OH MY DAYS 😵‍💫

“Maybe I might have handcuffed her, too,”

handcuff me bro

Much to your dismay, Eddie removes his finger from your shoulder. “Or yeah, maybe I was just doing crack with her.”

and like i love this sentence too bc i can see it in my mind so vividly, it’s so fucking casual and UGH i love u and ur brain 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

You take one last glance between his eyes, then his parted lips. “Fuck you,” you say, and then you kiss him.

LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

You’re drunk on nothing, maybe now that you’re tasting his lips – soft like his old leather jacket, but the kiss is rough like his sleeve-ripped denims. 

nah this got it. this is probably the best kiss scene i’ve ever read in my entire life???? the detail??? oh my

Right on his left hip-bone were the words fuck you in your handwriting, standing out in dark black ink.

OMG HE’S SO WHIPPED AHHH

Eddie pulls something from behind him, showing you his black bandana. 

omg the famous bandana

Both his hands reach to cup your shirt, and you gasp when you hear a loud tear and feel the cold air of his trailer graze your bare stomach.

HE DID NOT? WHAT IF I WAS WEARING A REALLY CUTE SHIRT

“You like that?” he mumbles against your skin. “Being helpless? All tied up while I suck on your tits? God you look so fucking hot right now.”

gulps

“Nothing to thank for,” Eddie kisses you. “I love anything you wear. But I love it even more when you’re wearing nothing.”

he’s such a damn flirt i’m gonna punch him

“Fuck, baby,” you grunt. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah, I know it does. I can tell,” 

🚪🚶🏽‍♀️

“Greedy girl. So fucking spoiled, getting everything that she wants.”

YAWPPPP

When he pulls his boxers down, the sight of his cock has your lips water. He’s well shaven, pink and swollen on the tip, two indignant veins around the shaft. You quietly moan when he pumps himself, precum leaking from his slit.

i’m gonna throw myself down a flight of stairs

“So tight, baby,” he pants, hand cupping your ass to lift your leg around his torso. “Feel so amazing, (y/n). Feel so fucking amazing I wanna stay here forever.”

pls

“I’m already giving you everything I got, babe,” he chuckles. “This is hard as I can go. Unless you want me to take you in the ass-”

STOPNJDEBBF

“I gotta pull out,” he exhales.

no </3 :(

“You stained my bed, babe,” 

it’s ur fault tho 😞

“Freak in the fucking sheets, yeah.”

AND ISSSS

scandals & handcuffs; burning altars

eddie munson x reader

summary: it’s summer and eddie’s bored out of his mind. and while he spits out mindless questions, clarifying gossip and racy expeditions, eddie finds himself indulging you (and your touch, scent, kisses)

word count: 5, 297

warnings: explicit ones below the cut!

a/n: i know i already posted yesterday (here), but i finished this one early and i wanted to post it. hope you all filthy whores indulge in this eddie smut. mwah mwah

MASTERLIST

explicit warnings: poorly written smut, bondage ft. handcuffs and bandana, soft!dom eddie, cumplay, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!), cumplay, praise kink, multiple orgasms, biting, tongue fucking, cum eating, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, squirting, and short aftercare <3

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[sodacanwritings]

HEYYOOOO!!

Last time I was tearing up, now I'm full show ugly crying- "i would know who you are anyway" I- 🛐🛐 no seriously I really appreciate it, those few words were just so sweet thank you so much TvT💖💖

I'm currently watching "Blue period" and lemme tell you- MASTERPIECE. The dialogue 😩😩

I'm back to school too but it's exam time and I didn't study a word hehe I'm a very responsible person. Why does it never end tho it's just one after the other send help pls ಥ_ಥ Good luck to you too through this hell and you better take good care of yourself!! This virus I'll strangle him one day shjshjs

I know you said tha- I'M SO SORRY TO HEAR THAT I got over my crush speed don't worry about me but if you want to vent about your love life I will be more than happy to listen or anything, you can talk about whatever you want ✨😌✨

ALSO I'm so so sorry for responding so latee ╥﹏╥ Wanna know a secret? I always write my ask right before I sleep so that I can read your response in the morning, spend the day smiling like an idiot then be looking forward to the night so I can answer in return. It's a happiness cycle, you can't judge me. 😈🤍

-Who might it be >:))

hello yas!

ah yes blue period- some day I'm gonna watch it too. (like the other 35364 things i added to my netflix watchlist–)

glad to see you again. about my love life, i got myself in kind of a funny situation here, because- he'd see this. (even more awkward huh?) which is also why I don't wanna like 'complain' or talk about it a lot here, don't want him to feel bad too.

anyway it's just a bit exhausting, repetitive pattern. do you know that moment when you're like "i wish i was in love" and then you actually are and think "ok nvm, make it stop again"? it's a nice thing, I'm greatful for the experience and all that but I still sometimes wish I didn't get myself in such embarrassing, tiring situations. I don't know if that's worse, that it never is your fault too? can't say that I don't feel guilty either way. I'm not upset with that person, i think it's actually myself. do you ever just, suddenly get terribly upset with yourself? and also sometimes just, looking at yourself from an outside perspective and realizing what you're doing suddenly. and it's like, what the hell am I doing. and then you continue doing it. I wish, I could keep my mouth and heart shut more often, too.

glad you got over your crush, as well. (it must be nicee- I'm trynna be like YOU, mA boi—) I'll probably stop talking about it for future reference, don't wanna keep invading his privacy like that.

it's also nice waking up to your asks. so then I like answering them in the mornings, and feeling famous.

looking forward to tonight, then.

[funloving16]

Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well

1. What is you middle name?

elyce

2. How old are you?

21

3. What is your birthday?

96/10/25

4. What is your zodiac sign?

scorpio

5. What is your favorite color?

blue or like a green

6. What's your lucky number?

16

7. Do you have any pets?

got a cat and a puppy 

8. Where are you from?

canada

9. How tall are you?

5′1

10. What shoe size are you?

depends usually a 4 1/2

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

10 i think..

12. What was your last dream about?

it was a cute dream. it was about a date that me and my boy went on and we went for a walk and held hands and talked and laughed then we got some hot cocoa and cuddle in bed with each other and it was perfect endless night. 

13. What talents do you have?

being annoying haha 

14. Are you psychic in any way?

nope.

15. Favorite song?

not too sure but i guess i’ll pick Hunter Hayes’ song ‘Amen’. It’s just super cute and yeaaa.

16. Favorite movie?

This is a hard question cause I hate movies but i guess i’d go with either Cinderella story, fault in our stars , or the other woman. really into romantic stuff.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone that can make me smile all the time and laugh and that can have fun and isn’t super serious but is still someone you can talk to. and who’s hot with a nice body and that cares for you and lets you steal all his clothes. someone who you can be comfortable around and doesn’t keep you a secret. and that compliments you all the time and makes you feel special and liked. 

18. Do you want children?

someday. but definitely not a lot. 

19. Do you want a church wedding?

as long as i marry the guy of my dreams idc what kind of wedding it is or even if we get hitched. 

20. Are you religious?

nope. 

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

hahahaha. like every week I'm there. 

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

yes. 

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

just James Franco. 

24. Baths or showers?

I usually only take showers but i feel like taking a nice old bubble bath with someone special would be nice. 

25. What color socks are you wearing?

gunna go with purple cuz I'm too lazy to actually check. Nvm . My socks are yellow. 

26. Have you ever been famous?

No? if I was ever famous wouldn’t I still be famous? 

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

yeaaaa. i feel like everyone would like to be a big celebrity . 

28. What type of music do you like?

Pop and country. 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

only once. 

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

i have 6 on my bed but i don't like sleeping with them. 

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

on my tummy or curled up on my right side.

32. How big is your house?

not big like a normal sized house. 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

ew who eats breakfast. 

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

no.. unless like nerf guns count .

35. Have you ever tried archery?

yes and i love it ! 

36. Favorite clean word?

And or Like 

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

2 days. 

39. Do you have any scars?

like 12 tiny scars. 

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

probably not. 

41. Are you a good liar?

no I smile too much when I lie so its obvious. 

42. Are you a good judge of character?

with girls yes with men no. 

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

i can just not well .

44. Do you have a strong accent?

i actually wish i had a southern accent. 

45. What is your favorite accent?

southern. 

46. What is your personality type?

shy but very outgoing and bubbly. 

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

my jeans.. 250$

48. Can you curl your tongue?

just tried.. no i can’t.

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie.. kinda wish i was an outie thoooo

50. Left or right handed?

left handed. 

51. Are you scared of spiders?

:( yessss

52. Favorite food?

chicken nuggets 

53. Favorite foreign food?

im very basic so i don’t like to try new things.. so like spaghetti ?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

more messy than clean. 

55. Most used phrased?

idkkkk

56. Most used word?

like

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

5 minutes

58. Do you have much of an ego?

yuppppppp

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck for a bit and then bite 

60. Do you talk to yourself?

i feel like everyone does so yes.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

i sing alone if thats what you mean..

62. Are you a good singer?

heck no. 

63. Biggest Fear?

being alone or dying. 

64. Are you a gossip?

sadly yes. 

65. Best dramatic movie you've seen?

fault in our stars. 

66. Do you like long or short hair?

on men short on women depends. like i enjoy medium length hair on myself. 

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

i could try and miserably fail at it. 

68. Favorite school subject?

gym or english or drama

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

nooo but i sooo badly want tooo

71. What makes you nervous?

big groups of people. 

72. Are you scared of the dark?

yea.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

if its a really stupid mistake then yes. 

74. Are you ticklish?

hahahahaha yessssss

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

mhmmmm

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

no . thats okay tho. 

77. Have you ever drank underage?

no I'm a goodie soooo

78. Have you ever done drugs?

yes.

79. Who was your first real crush?

w*****

80. How many piercings do you have?

zero. but i really want my nipple pierced. 

81. Can you roll your Rs?"

no.

82. How fast can you type?

fast

83. How fast can you run?

real fast 

84. What color is your hair?

an ugly colour. ask me in like a month and i’ll say blonde

85. What color is your eyes?

brown

86. What are you allergic to?

lets just say shellfish so i don't have to list everything else.

87. Do you keep a journal?

no.

88. What do your parents do?

work?

89. Do you like your age?

yeaa its a good age i think. like not too old and not too young. 

90. What makes you angry?

people who don’t respond back and make you feel unwanted. 

91. Do you like your own name?

somedays

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

yes so for my boy it’ll be Xavier and for my girl it’ll be Mia

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

both. boy first then girl. 

94. What are you strengths?

annoying people. 

95. What are your weaknesses?

annoying people.

96. How did you get your name?

my parents needed a english name and came up with that. 

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

maybe, i should ask. 

98. Do you have any scars?

you already ask this. yes. aha. 

99. Color of your bedspread?

red. 

100. Color of your room?

baby blue

[prettysei-remade]

He’s Taken

Written for @leojiweek 2017: Day 1 

Prompt: Others’ Interpretation of Leoji/Social Media 

read on ao3

Laura xoxo: ugh

Laura xoxo: dani im so sry but my sister saw that picture u put on insta of u and ur brother at the water park and now she's begging me 2 get his number from u

Laura xoxo: she went on his insta and found out he's a wrld famous figure sk8r and she wont shut up abt him

Laura xoxo: pls ill buy u ice cream 4 a week if u can make her stop gushing abt how hot he is

Daniela sighs.

This is not the first time this has happened.

So many people - her friends, her friends’ sisters, girls from drama club, even a couple guys at her school - have tried to get to Leo through her. They're incredibly persistent, and Dani supposes she can see why they would be, from an objective standpoint.

Even she can't bring herself to say that Leo is bad-looking. It's horrible when all her friends come over while Leo is around, because they get all stupid and tongue-tied. She loves them, but they become incredibly annoying in those moments.

She knows Leo has his reasons for choosing to stay at home after graduating high school, but honestly, him moving out would make her life so much easier.

Of course, it doesn't help that he's also a competitive figure skater on the international level, and that he's won a bunch of medals. He's pretty successful, and relatively famous, so naturally everyone wants to be with him.

It would be marginally less irritating if everyone would stop hounding her for information on him.

She sets her phone back down on the kitchen table, prepared to ignore the text until she's finished her geometry homework, when a loud laugh from outside nearly makes her drop her pencil. She rolls her eyes.

Leo's home, and he's probably talking to his skating friend from China.

It's not that she doesn't like Guang Hong. From what she's seen and heard of him, he seems to be very sweet, pretty quiet, and definitely…

Well. It's obvious that he has a crush on Leo.

Anyway, she's spoken to him a little before, during some of his and Leo's many (many) Skype calls, and she likes him. He's only two years older than her, and he's always nice to her.

She knows Leo has a crush on him, too. They're seriously so obvious. But neither one of them thinks they have a chance.

Dani would be amused if it weren't so pathetic. Boys are so stupid, especially when it comes to feelings.

She hears the door swing open, and Leo continues to laugh and talk to the person on the other end of the phone as he walks through the house.

“We'll see each other soon, you know,” he says, a smile in his voice. He mouths a quick “hola” to Dani as he passes the kitchen. “We were both assigned to Skate Canada this year.” A pause as Guang Hong replies. Then, “I know, I feel like I haven't seen you in…”

His voice trails off down the hall, and Dani rolls her eyes. She picks up her phone to tell Laura what she's told everybody else.

It's not quite true, but it might as well be.

You: he’s taken, sry

…

Dani storms up the stairs, shouting all the way up.

“Leo! Mamá already called you for dinner twice, she's gonna be...”

Stopping by his slightly opened bedroom door, she looks through the crack to see Guang Hong's face on Leo's computer screen.

She rolls her eyes and barges in.

“Hi, Guang Hong,” she sighs. “Sorry to steal your boyfriend, but it's time for dinner and Leo really has to come downstairs right now.” She directs those last words at Leo with a pointed glare.

He sputters in response.

“Guang Hong isn't - we're not dating! I'm not his boyfriend!”

Guang Hong just laughs a little on his side.

She has to give him kudos for his reaction, at least. It's still obvious he likes Leo, but he seems to be way more chill about it than Leo is.

She directs her next question at him.

“Hey, isn't it really late in China? Or, like,  early?”

He laughs again.

“I'm actually in France right now, for a competition,” he explains.

“A competition he's going to dominate,” Leo adds.

Guang Hong blushes.

Dani throws up in her mouth a little.

“Sure, whatever,” she says, turning to leave. “Mamá's getting really mad downstairs, so say goodbye to your boyfriend.”

“He's not my boyfriend!”

…

The cheers of the crowd nearly drown out what the TV announcer is saying when Leo is awarded his gold medal.

A few moments later, they roar up again when the silver medalist is presented, and then a final, third time when Guang Hong goes to get his bronze.

They look good, standing side-by-side on the podium.

Dani watches them hold up their medals for pictures with matching grins on their faces. Leo says something to Guang Hong, which makes him laugh, and then Guang Hong responds, which makes Leo blush.

To anyone else, this is nothing unusual.

Well, actually, it's nothing unusual to Dani, either. She has to live with half of this. But she's pretty sure she's the only one who's noticed the massive crushes they have on each other.

She's thought about schemes to get them together, before. Like, texting Guang Hong from Leo's phone, or something. It would probably be amusing, and they'd at least stop acting like idiots all the time.

But they should figure it out for themselves. It's bound to happen, sooner or later. Eventually, one of them is going to confess, or make a move. They're building up to something, all on their own, and she doesn't want to interfere unless she absolutely has to.

They're actually pretty cute already, she supposes. Leo is skating around the rink with Guang Hong, an arm draped over his shoulder, and they're both laughing and smiling. They keep saying things into each other's ear, and it's like everybody else - the photographers, the cheering crowd, even the other medalist - doesn't even exist.

She hopes they figure it out soon.

…

Unknown Number: Hi, this is Guang Hong! I hope you don't mind, but Leo gave me your number after we talked on Skype last night. Good luck for your play tonight!

Dani is surprised Guang Hong remembers what she had said about the play, and her drama club.

Sure, Guang Hong had invited her to join the conversation, and they'd actually all talked for a really long time, until Dani realized how late it was getting. She'd thought he would mostly just focus on Leo, though, and was only including her because he was nice to everyone like that.

Apparently not.

She quickly saves his number as a contact (“Leo’s Boyfriend,” because she’s hilarious) and tries to think of how to respond.

Despite her many interactions and connections at school, and a rather large amount of social experience, she isn't exactly sure on the protocol for when your brother's almost-boyfriend texts you, completely separate from said brother.

Whatever. Guang Hong's cool, he'll be nice no matter what she says. She does try to tidy up her grammar, though. At least a little bit.

You: it's cool, i like talking to you. and thanks

Leo's Boyfriend: You're welcome! :)

He still uses smiley faces. Unironically.

That's honestly adorable.

Dani has to hand it to Leo. He's found himself a keeper.

…

Leo's Boyfriend: one time, when we were in japan, phichit made us all try sushi

You: omg no

Leo's Boyfriend: lets just say im never again forcing him to eat anything he says he doesn't want 2 eat

You: omg

You: ok ok my turn

You: so one time we went on this road trip to minnesota

You: it was winter so we decided to go skating at an outdoor rink for fun

You: of course, hes famous and everything so this one lady recognized him and asked him for a picture

You: so they take the picture, everythings great

You: but then he goes to skate away

Leo's Boyfriend: oh no

You: he somehow slips

You: and falls flat on his back

Leo's Boyfriend: did he get hurt??

You: just his pride

You: he got so embarrassed. it was hilarious

Leo's Boyfriend: omg!! XD

You: u know, i think sharing our blackmail material is the best idea weve ever had

Leo's Boyfriend: agreed

…

You: omg i know

You: its always the worst when he tries 2 rap, though

Leo's Boyfriend: don't get me started

Leo's Boyfriend: one time he tried to rap along to ceiling can't hold us by macklemore?

Leo's Boyfriend: like it was cute, but also probably one of the most awful things ive ever heard

Leo's Boyfriend: !!! pls dont tell him i said that!!

You: the cute part or the awful part

Leo's Boyfriend: …

Leo's Boyfriend: both

You: u know he wldn’t care right

You: actually he'd probably spontaneously combust if he knew

Leo's Boyfriend: u want me to tell him i think he's awful at rapping??

You: no

You: nvm

You: has he told u abt his death metal phase yet?

Leo's Boyfriend: !!!

…

“Hey, Dani?”

She looks up from her phone, about to tell Leo off for interrupting her in the middle of an important conversation about whether or not Charlie actually likes Liza, but then she sees his face.

He looks nervous. And… maybe a little upset, though he's hiding it pretty well.

“What?” she asks, turning off the screen and dropping her phone on the armrest.

“Um… can I talk to you?”

“Of course.”

He sits down next to her on the couch and takes a moment to collect himself.

“It's…”

He pauses. Swallows.

“It's about Guang Hong.”

Dani’s ears perk up at that, but she decides not to say anything. She'd rather Leo tell her what's up on his own terms.

“I…” he takes a breath. “You guys are… pretty close, right?”

Dani raises an eyebrow.

“I mean… I guess,” she answers. “I guess we text a lot.”

“Yeah. Well, you - you like him, right?”

“... yeah?”

Leo exhales.

“Okay,” he says decidedly.

Dani is confused.

Did she miss something?

“Okay… what?” she asks.

“Just… okay. You have my blessing.”

What on earth is he talking about?

“I have your blessing? Your blessing for what?”

Leo holds up his hands.

“I know, I know, you don't care what I think,” he says quickly. “I know you don't need it. But… I just thought… I know you like each other, but he's my friend, too, so I thought I'd just… tell you, I approve. Okay?”

A cold, hard pit starts to form inside of Dani’s stomach as she begins to realize what's going on.

“Leo,” she says, carefully, “what… exactly are you giving your blessing for me to do?”

Leo frowns. He runs a hand through his hair.

“To… to date Guang Hong.”

Oh.

Oh my god.

Dani lets her eyes fall shut and her head drop back against the couch.

“Leo,” she groans.

“It's okay! It's fine, I don't mind, really!”

“Leo…”

“I know, this is awkward, but I'm your brother, so - ”

“Leo, you're so stupid.”

He stops at that.

“I…” he swallows. “What?”

“Leo,” Dani says patiently. “I don't like Guang Hong like that. Guang Hong doesn't like me like that. We're friends. Just like you.”

Leo sits back.

“Huh,” he says. “Well, nevermind, then.”

Dani looks at him, sitting there all confused, getting lost in his own thoughts.

He looks a little relieved, but he doesn't know what to think, now. Dani wonders how much he had psyched himself up, prepared himself for hearing that Dani wants to date the guy he's in love with.

Probably a lot.

He has no idea Guang Hong likes him back, and Dani is just now realizing how seriously it's affecting Leo.

They can't go on this way. Dani needs to do something, if only to keep her brother from hurting like this.

“Actually, we're not like you at all,” she says, sitting up straighter. “Guang Hong and I are friends. Guang Hong and you are… I don't even know what you are.”

“What do you mean? We're friends!”

“No, you're not, Leo,” Dani insists. “I mean, you are, but don't you see you're so much more than that? God, you guys are hopeless.”

“What do you mean, more?”

“I mean, you two are in love with each other and you don't even know it! It's driving all three of us insane, and I'm the only one who even notices! I mean you're hopeless, Leo!”

She pauses at the stunned look on Leo's face, panting slightly.

Leo stares at her.

Dani stares back.

Then Leo whispers, “You think he knows?”

Dani swallows.

“Not about you,” she whispers back.

“But he likes me back.”

“Yeah.”

Leo looks at the floor.

“Wow.”

Dani grins, in spite of it all.

“Yeah. Wow.”

He looks up at her, squinting.

“Do you think I should tell him?”

“If you don't, I'll tell him myself.”

He looks back at the floor.

“Wow,” he whispers.

He looks amazed, as if the idea of Guang Hong actually liking him back had never even entered his brain.

He smiles softly to himself.

Dani rolls her eyes.

…

Unknown Number: hey, this is tara from drama club last year! ashlyn gave me your number, hope that's ok lol! i was just wondering, that's your brother and his friend in that pic on instagram, right?

You: let me guess. u want my brothers number

Unknown Number: actually, i was wondering abt his friend? he's rlly cute lol

Dani is a little surprised Tara doesn't want Leo's number, but she knows the post she's talking about, and honestly, she kind of gets it.

Guang Hong has been coming over every few days to visit, since he’s training in California in the off-season. In this particular instance, he and Leo were sitting side-by-side on the couch, Leo's arm resting casually over the top of Guang Hong's shoulders, and the lighting coming in from the bay window was absolutely gorgeous. They made a perfect picture, and Dani couldn’t resist putting in on Instagram.  

Well.

She smirks as she types her response to Tara, entirely truthful this time.

You: he’s taken, sry