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this one came to me in a vision...

[meetmymouth]

the intimacy of little things: v

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She walks inside the Another Man building, and this time, she remembers to wipe her feet on the small, worn-out door mat by the entrance. Olive looks up, and calls for her, making her stop in her tracks just as she’s about to get in the lift.

“Good morning, Olive,” she smiles, taking a mint from the small bowl on her desk.

She grunts, then looks her up and down. “You look very professional,” she takes in her black jumpsuit and heeled boots. “Are you getting a promotion?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Talulah winks. “I’m not. I have a meeting with MJ and Paula. I thought I’d dress up for a change.”

“Hm,” Olive nods, though Talulah sees the tiny smile creeping in. “Okay– well, go, you’re holding me up.”

“Oh– yeah,” she nods, pinching her cheek before taking a step towards the lifts. “See you later, Liv!”

It was Thursday, which meant she had two shoots after her morning meeting with MJ and Paula. She smiles at a few colleagues before making a beeline into the small kitchen, hand already in her white canvas bag, trying to locate her coffee cup.

“Is this your last day of work?”

She looks up at Zayn’s voice, and it earns him an eye-roll.

“Why?” She puts the kettle on, placing her bags on the small table in front of her.

Zayn is leaning against the counters, and he looks good as usual, dressed in white trousers and a red jumper with polka dots.

“You’re dressed awfully nice.”

“Are you trying to say I don’t dress nice usually?” She asks, grabbing a spoon from the rack.

Zayn shrugs. “Not this nice. Is that a Gucci belt?” He leans forward to investigate. “Is it real? Please don’t tell me otherwise.”

“It’s real,” she swats his hands off of her, and takes the boiled water, pouring it into her cup. “I have a meeting with MJ and Paula.”

“About?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Well, maybe it is your last day, if Paula is here,” he shrugs, taking his cigarettes out of his pocket. “Shall we?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

She drops her bags off in her small office, and follows Zayn outside, both of them taking their spot by the railings, and she extends the lighter, helping him light his cigarette. They mostly smoke in silence, the only noise surrounding them coming from the London traffic; horns and tires screeching, and Zayn sighs, turning to Talulah.

“Are you happy, Talulah?” He says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Deep conversations weren’t out of the ordinary for Zayn and Talulah. Despite people thinking of Zayn as a quiet person, he loved talking when the timing was right. He said what needed to be said.

She looks up at him, a surprised twinkle in her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you happy– with Harry, with everything going on in your life?”

“I don’t know,” she purses her lips. She hadn’t thought about it in a while– what being happy meant. She says as much. “I haven’t thought about it, to be honest.”

“Mhm,” Zayn nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. He puts it out on the side of the wall, and discards it in one of the plastic cups they brought out and used as a make-shift ashtray.

“I guess so– I guess I’ve been happier recently,” she nods. “Harry helps. Therapy helps, too.”

Zayn only nods, and looks down at his shoes. “Good.”

“Are you? Happy?” She redirects the question, earning a chuckle from him.

“I think so. I’ve no reason to be unhappy.”

“Not at all?”

“Not at all.”

She is called into MJ’s office when she’s just walking inside with Zayn, and she promises to keep him updated on the meeting as she begins walking towards his office at the top floor. Her boots click on the marble floors, and she takes a deep breath before knocking on the stained glass door.

She hears MJ’s deep voice inviting her in, and she opens the door, finding Paula already sitting on one of the chairs around the meeting table MJ has in his office. She greets them both with a smile on her face, and walks further into the office, closing the door behind her.

“Take a seat,” MJ nods, clearly the one designated to talk more today as opposed to Paula who watches them both with a barely-there smile.

Paula takes a deep breath, clearly wanting to get to the point.

Talulah turns to her.

“How do you feel about an intern joining you for a couple of weeks, Talulah?” Paula asks, hands on the table.

“An intern?”

“Yes. Remember how and where you started?”

“I do, yes, of course,” she nods, turning to MJ.

MJ nods along, and waits for Paula.

“We are hiring for our new building in New York. MJ suggested someone shadow you for a few weeks before he makes the move to settle in New York. We already have someone coming, just wanted to see how you felt about someone shadowing you here,” Paula says, crossing her arms.

“Are you– sure? I mean, I’ve never had anyone shadowing me before.”

“MJ trusts you,” Paula nods. “And so do I, to be completely honest. We’re very happy with you, and he figured you would want this opportunity.”

“I mean, yeah, of course– yeah.”

“Yes?” Paula asks, turning to MJ for a second. “Are you saying yes, then?”

“Yes,” Talulah confirms, a small smile appearing.

MJ claps his hands, and reaches across the table to squeeze Talulah’s cold ones.

“Great!” He says, turning to Paula. “I’ll inform Noah, and get him a visitor’s ID, and whatnot.”

“Okay, great,” Paula nods, getting on her feet.

Talulah does the same.

“Thank you, Talulah,” Paula says, cracking a tiny smile. It’s so small Talulah barely recognises it before Paula turns around, and leaves MJ’s office.

“Any questions?” MJ asks, phone in hand.

“I mean– yeah. Who is he? How long is he shadowing me for? I’m nervous– is that normal?”

“Yeah, it’s normal. Don’t be nervous, you’re great at what you do, otherwise Paula wouldn’t agree on it, you know her,” MJ smiles.

“I do, yeah. So,” she says. “When do I get to meet him? What’s he like?”

“Tomorrow. And, he’s great– got great connections. He was working freelance before, but got great recommendations.”

She nods, and they chat for another couple of minutes before she leaves his office, and makes his way to her own floor. Lauren is already in her seat, working on something on her computer, and she walks over to her desk.

“Hey,” she greets her, and she turns around, smiling at her.

“Hey, you.”

“I just got back from MJ’s office–”

“–Are you fired?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I’m having someone shadow me for a couple of weeks before they hire him for the New York office,” she murmurs, looking around for Zayn.

He’s just leaving the kitchen, and when he notices them both, he walks over to them.

Lauren claps her hands, despite the look she’s receiving from Talulah, and Zayn nods at her.

“Is she fired?” He says, sitting on the corner of her desk.

Talulah sighs. “Why is everyone asking the same thing?”

“We’re just fucking with you,” Lauren laughs, turning to Zayn. “She’s gonna have an intern shadow her for a couple of weeks before they move to New York.”

“Oh,” Zayn turns to Talulah. “Well done, T. That’s good news. Paula was there, wasn’t she?”

“Yep,” she nods. “She even cracked a smile. Once or twice.”

“Congratulations, T. That means they’re very happy with your performance,” Zayn says, placing a hand on Talulah’s shoulder. He squeezes, and Talulah smiles at him.

One of today’s shoots included working with Nick Robinson, and she couldn’t help but feel giddy over it. She gets ready, and brainstorms about the shoot with Zayn and his crew, and he tells her which lighting would be the best for some of the outfits he would have on. She makes a cup of coffee, and walks into the lift with Zayn and Metta. The studio is already alive, a blue backdrop already on as per Talulah’s request. ‘Mother of Pearl’ by Roxy Music is playing, the song coming through Zayn’s speakers, and she tries to get everything ready before Nick Robinson shows up with his entourage.

“You good?” Zayn asks, holding a pastel green scarf.

She nods, and turns towards the lifts when she hears commotion.

It’s Nick Robinson, dressed in wide leg trousers and a navy crochet vest. His hair is styled to perfection, and a few strands fall over to his face, creating a ‘nonchalant’ look.

“Hello,” he smiles, walking over to them.

He first greets Zayn, reaching a hand as they shake each other’s hand, and then he turns to Talulah.

“Hey,” he says, reaching and shaking her hand. “You’re Talulah.”

“I am,” she smiles, perhaps a little too big, and lets go of his soft hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Nick turns to his PA, and Zayn guides him over to where a stool is stood in the middle of the room, in front of the backdrop. He sits down, and gives them a cheesy smile.

“I’ll just do a couple of test shots,” she says, grabbing her camera off the tripod. “And then, we’ll start.”

“Cool,” Nick grins. “How do you want me?”

“Doesn’t matter, just look at me and smile a little?”

He hums, and does what he’s told. It’s an easy shoot, Nick delivers what he’s supposed to, and Talulah can’t help but ask about his films, I’m a fan, if you couldn’t tell.

“Thank you for everything,” Nick says, shaking her hand after they wrapped up.

“Thank you, you were great.”

Lunch break comes too soon, and Talulah eats her wrap in silence as her greasy fingers work the keyboard of her laptop. She answers some emails, forwards some here and there, and sends herself a couple to remind her of her tasks for the upcoming weeks. Before closing her laptop, she gets another email from HR, MJ and Paula cc’d, about Noah’s arrival on Wednesday.

“T?”

She looks up at Zayn’s voice.

He’s standing by the door, his glasses in hand.

“Yes?”

“Jules is asking if you’d like to come around for dinner,” he says, looking down at his phone. He sounds gruff, like he’d been smoking for the last couple of hours.

She laughs. “Tonight?”

“I guess.”

“I mean– do you want me to come?”

He looks up, eyebrows raised in question. He looks bored. “What?”

“I’m joking.”

“Oh.”

“Jesus– you’re so awkward sometimes,” she closes her laptop, and starts tidying up her things– stuffing everything in her tote. “I’ll come.”

“Bring Harry, too.”

“What?” Chargers. Glasses. Favourite pens. More chargers– all stuffed in the yellow tote.

Zayn groans, taking a step back. “Bring Harry. Tonight.”

A grin appears on her face.

Zayn liked Harry.

Zayn rarely showed interest in people– especially the ones who just entered their lives.

“Okay…” she grins wider, turning off the small lamp on her desk. “I’ll ask him.”

Zayn nods. He watches her cross the desk and walk over to him with her bags as they begin walking side by side to the lift.

“Jules said it’d be nice,” Zayn says once in the lift, long fingers pressing the ground floor in a practised manner.

Talulah looks up, confused. “What?”

“Jules.”

“What?”

“She said Harry should come over as well. With you.”

“Okay, Zayn.”

Talulah looks down at the grey jeans she’s got on, and reaches for another pair on her bed. When she taps on her phone screen, it immediately goes off, showing Harry’s contact name. She answers with a smile, and in a few minutes, she’s locking her door and walking towards Harry’s Mini with quick steps as she tries to protect her makeup from the rain.

She gets in the warm car with a sigh, the sound of Harry’s wiper blades filling her ears as Harry greets her with a smile, watching as she places her bag on the backseat along with the wine bottle that’s secured in a pink tote.

“Hey,” he murmurs, lips already on her cheek as he presses a small kiss there. She smiles, taking in his smell and the moustache that’s been growing on his beautiful face.

She kisses his lips, then his chin. “Hey, you,” she notices the ‘Kiss’ t-shirt and his pink beanie. “Looking cosy with the beanie,” she murmurs, making him chuckle– his hand still on the back of her neck.

He thumbs at the soft skin there. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Though, a t-shirt? It’s freezing.”

“I’ve got a cardigan on as well– and a coat,” he shrugs.

He kisses her one last time before letting go, and puts the car in drive.

“I missed you,” he looks at her, only for a moment before his eyes are back on the road.

There’s not much traffic, surprisingly, Talulah notes, so they drive in peace for the most part.

“I missed you, too,” Talulah agrees, reaching and messing with his beanie. He lets out a huff, one hand leaving the steering-wheel to fix the hat.

A moment of silence before he talks.

“You did?” He asks while Talulah is trying to connect her phone to the radio.

She doesn’t look up from her phone, her finger scrolling through her playlists to choose a song from. “I did, what?”

“You missed me?” Harry asks, clearing his throat.

He sounds on edge, almost, so she looks up from her phone screen, finding his eyes on the road.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a bit to answer.

“You’ve been a bit– I don’t know, I guess I wanted to hear your voice more these past couple of days.”

She holds off on starting her chosen song for a bit, out of respect.

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to call more, text more…”

She chuckles. “We’ve been texting!”

“I know!” He lets out a laugh, but it sounds forced– almost embarrassed.

“So? Harry, are you okay?”

“I am. I’ve just– I don’t know, I’m being silly. I missed you, that’s all.”

“And I’ve missed you,” she laughs, right hand reaching and thumbing at the spot on his cheek where she knows his dimple would be.

He smiles, and she feels the dimple under her touch.

“Okay,” he says, voice quiet, but the dimple doesn’t disappear.

She likes it.

She prefers it that way.

They drive in silence for another minute before she turns to him again, finger hovering on the screen of her phone.

“Pick a number between one and twenty-one,” she says.

Harry lets out a chuckle. “Six,” Harry says, and she counts quickly, finger scrolling through songs.

She stops, and they both let out a laugh when Fleetwood Mac comes on.

“How predictable,” Harry says, eyes glinting despite the darkness of the car’s interior.

She hums.

How predictable, indeed.

‘Maybe now he could prove to her/ That he could be good for her/ And they should be together’

They arrive at Zayn and Jules’, and park the car in front of Zayn’s Range Rover. They joke about the size of Harry’s car compared to Zayn’s, and how his Mini fits into the space with ease before Talulah gathers her bags, and she watches Harry lock the car before turning to her with a wine bottle of his own in his hand.

He reaches for her free hand, and she smiles at the warmth of his palm against her own. They laugh about the wine they both had brought, same brand, and Talulah asks about Bo again. She knocks on the blue door, and watches for a moment as Harry takes in his surroundings.

Jules opens the door, wearing a bright-yellow jumper that is in contrast with the gloomy weather outside. Her smile is so big, Talulah can see the joy in her brown eyes as she ushers them inside, saving them from droplets of rain outside.

When they're inside the warm flat, Zayn appears out of nowhere, dressed in a pair of loose-fit jeans and a purple hoodie, and hugs them both. Jules accepts their gifts with a beaming smile– you didn't have to, and they take their seats at the table. Both Harry and Talulah compliment Jules–and Zayn–on the food, Zayn cracking a big smile when Jules looks down with a small smile as soon as Harry asks whether Zayn is a good cook or not.

“I’m so happy you guys could make it,” Jules says, cutting into her food.

Harry looks at Talulah for a moment, his smile widening, and turns to Jules. “Thanks for the invitation. You’re a good cook, everything’s delicious.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Jules smiles. “So,” her gaze wavers between Talulah and Harry. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh,” Harry turns to Talulah, like he’s waiting for her to give him the floor, or better yet, answer it herself.

Talulah doesn’t, though. She looks down, though a smile appears on her face as the silence fills the room, six pairs of eyes watching her.

Harry coughs into his fist. “We met at a Christmas dinner,” he answers, though it feels as though he’s wanting to say something else.

He doesn’t, though.

Instead, Talulah looks up, and places her hand on his chin, thumbing at the soft, warm skin there before turning to the curious pairs of eyes.

“Arielle hosted a Christmas dinner, we were both there,” she says, placing her elbows on the table. “I was mean to him.”

“You weren’t,” Harry laughs.

They all do.

“I was.”

“Nah,” Harry shakes his head, and turns to Jules with a smile on his face. “I saw her and wanted to introduce myself. She looked beautiful,” he says, and Talulah doesn’t have to look at him to know his cheeks are warm, and slightly flushed.

She still does, though.

She looks at his dimple, then into his eyes. Harry smiles.

“See,” Talulah turns to Jules. “He thought I was beautiful, and I was a total bitch to him.”

She turns her attention to Zayn, noticing how quiet he’d been all night. He’s got a sombre look on his face– a look she can’t quite work out. She raises her eyebrows at him, a silent conversation happening between the pair, and Talulah turns to Jules again, ignoring Zayn.

Harry interrupts her thoughts.

“Got us here in the end, didn’t it?” He says, biting his bottom lip.

They keep eating, and talking about nothing and everything all at once. At one point, Harry and Zayn start arguing over football, and Zayn groans one too many times when Harry brings up the league table.

Talulah falls quiet.

She thinks back to the first night they’d met– the first time Talulah had seen Harry.

She wonders if she’d dreamt the whole thing, their first interaction.

In truth, she wasn’t the one being mean– Harry had started it.

How could he not remember her? Still, to this day, how could Harry not remember the first time he’d seen Talulah? Had she changed that much in one night? Was it her makeup– her hair? Or, was it her clothes?

It was silly.

It was weird.

She didn’t know why it mattered so much, Harry being rude to her at the shop. It was insignificant. It was pointless to dwell on such a thing when he had redeemed himself already.

Harry was kind.

He was beautiful– in every sense of the word. His heart was big, and so warm, and Talulah wanted to hold it in her hands, despite the coldness of her palms– despite the imaginary callouses decorating her palms. She thought his big heart wasn’t fit for her dirty hands. It was as if her palms were too muddy, too bleak and unworthy for his big heart.

She looks up at his touch on the back of her neck.

“You with us?” Harry asks, grinning.

“Did you tell Harry about your new intern?” Zayn interrupts their moment, and she feels cold all of a sudden, despite Harry’s warm hand on her neck.

She feels his curious gaze on her, and she shakes her head. “I forgot to.”

“You have an intern?” Harry asks.

“Apparently…”

The night carries on, Harry insists on helping Jules with tidying up and putting everything in the dishwasher so she lets Harry and Zayn load the dishwasher while she puts the kettle on, Talulah watching quietly from a distance. She watches Harry joke with Zayn, Zayn’s usually quiet attitude disappearing under Harry’s jolly personality. Although it’s only been a couple of months of knowing Harry, Talulah can tell he’s quieter than usual. He zones out quite often when Zayn doesn’t talk, and he almost breaks a plate and drops cutlery more than once.

They sit and talk in Zayn and Jules’ spacious living room, and Talulah presses her body closer to Harry’s warmth when a new song comes on through the speakers. She can’t quite recall ever hearing the tune, or the melody, so she listens intently. Harry turns his attention to her, her head on his shoulder– hair touching the warm skin of his neck. He smiles down at her, though his eyes tell a different story.

She doesn’t question it there.

She lets him lay his head on hers, and she smiles, a small one, and hums when Jules gushes about the new greengrocers near Hamilton Road.

They leave Zayn and Jules’ flat around eleven, and Harry doesn’t reach for her hand when they’re walking towards his car like he did when they first arrived.

She hugs her aching body, trying to shelter the last bits of warmth inside her body and winter coat while Harry walks ahead, long limbs trying to beat the freezing weather.

“Are you angry at me?”

“What?”

She looks up from her seatbelt, and looks into his eyes, finding him already watching her tired fingers work the seatbelt.

Harry waits for her answer.

It doesn’t come for a while, until Harry’s turning the ignition and they’re on the road again.

Her hand reaches for the cable that connects their phone to the radio, though his cold hand stops her mid-reach.

She turns to him.

He’s focused on the road.

“Don’t,” he says, voice low, almost a murmur.

He does sound angry.

She feels her heart start beating even faster now, brain trying to come up with all the reasons he might feel so hostile and worked up.

She thinks it might be because she didn’t like the wine they brought, or perhaps it was when she rolled her eyes at his joke about one of her outfits she wore last week.

Could’ve been the time when he pressed a kiss to her chin, and she bit her lip while trying to distance herself from his touch because she felt Jules looking at them.

She comes empty-handed.

“Talulah?” Harry questions the overbearing silence in the tiny car.

She turns to him, catching a glimpse of his distant gaze before his eyes find their focus on the road.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to play a song to fill the awkwardness,” Harry grumbles.

If she were brave, she would’ve gasped at the heavy implications of his words.

“So it’s awkward now?” A bitter laugh leaves her mouth. She shakes her head. “What– who made it awkward– why? How is it my fault that you made it awkward, Harry? I mean–” she takes a deep breath, palms sweating.

“I didn’t say you made it awkward.”

“You implied it.”

Harry lets out a groan. “I didn’t. I’m just saying–”

She grows frustrated. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Just fucking spit it out. You’re giving me the cold shoulder– you have been giving me the cold shoulder all night. I have no idea why you’re so– so angry about!”

“All night?” His voice is gruff, but still loud.

“Just tell me for God’s sake, Harry.”

“Do you even like me, Talulah?”

Talulah stiffens, levelling Harry with a hard, stone-cold gaze. “What?”

A bitter laugh escapes his mouth. “Do you? Do you like me as much as I like you?”

Talulah feels small.

She feels guilty, yet so angry.

How dare he?

How dare he question her feelings towards him when she should be the one doing so.

She should be the one questioning his feelings, his stance on this relationship, considering their first interaction.

Maybe, she found herself thinking from time to time, maybe Harry was just pretending.

Maybe he’s been pretending the whole time; pretending to have forgotten how awful he was to her when they first met, and the fact that he acted like he didn’t remember anything at Ariel’s party. Maybe Harry was a player. Maybe he was just an awful person– a scam.

So, yes, Talulah feels small. She feels six-years-old again, being questioned about her feelings, about how real they are. ‘Are you sure you’re hungry?’, ‘Did you really think it would work?’, ‘You’re only six, Lullah, don’t get involved in our business’, ‘You’re overreacting, you’re acting silly’.

“Are you even listening?” Harry asks, incredulously.

Talulah gulps, the lump in her throat expanding. “I am.”

“And you’re choosing not to answer,” he makes a sharp left, and she looks out the window, feeling alarmed for a moment before she chastises herself for feeling so, knowing Harry wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

“I just think it’s a stupid question.”

Harry stops at a red light, and the window rolls down, only a little bit. The breeze seeps inside the car, filling the small vehicle with the smell of smoke and exhaust. Talulah feels sick to her stomach, sick at the silence filling not only Harry’s car, but also Talulah’s heart.

Harry doesn't waver, he sends her a small smile. It’s filled with so much: so much love, but also sadness. It’s dull, but also so bright. She shakes like a leaf inside, though doesn’t show it on the outside.

“It’s not stupid,” Harry argues back. “Do you? Do you like me? Because I–” He puts the car in drive. “–I feel like I like you more than you like me–”

“–So you’ve said.”

“You don’t talk to me, Talulah!” Harry hits the steering wheel, though it’s only a gentle tap in her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She grows frustrated, anger showing in her wavering, shaky tone of voice. “I do talk to you. You know more about me than most people. You know about my mum, about– Harry, what happened?”

“Talulah, this past week you’ve been distant. I always feel like I’m bothering you when I text or call,” Harry tries to reason.

Talulah feels angry.

“Now, you’re being unreasonable.”

“How?”

“I’m not distant! We talk– we text. We’re fine. What’s this about– what’s the real reason?”

She doesn’t realise they made it to her flat until the car stops, and Harry puts the car in park. She knows someone will see his car in their parking space and walk downstairs to tell them off for it.

She doesn’t care.

She doesn’t think Harry does, either.

Harry exhales, and unbuckles his seatbelt, then clears his throat.

“You have an intern now?”

Talulah looks at him with raised eyebrows, a wicked smile painting her features.

“You’re fucking with me– is that why you’re angry?”

“No– yes. Not because you have someone shadowing you. Because it feels like you tell me nothing lately.”

“That’s such a stupid reason to be mad at me, though.”

“Zayn knows more about you. Even Jules does. I didn’t know you cut your finger until I asked why you were going out to buy plasters for,” Harry starts listing things, as if he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. She’s bewildered, to say the least. Harry goes on. “I didn’t know your throat hurt until I asked about your voice– or– or when I wanted to see you and you told me you’d been assigned a new photoshoot for– for fucking Phoebe Bridgers. I mean– that’s fucking huge, isn’t it?”

“I’m lost.”

“I want to know you.”

“You know me.”

Harry carries on, shaking his head in disapproval. He doesn’t look convinced, nor pleased. “I just feel like– I feel like you’re holding back.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, okay.”

She tries to get closer to his face.

He turns his head.

“Harry.”

“Yes?”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to know why you’re holding back– what’s changed? It was different when we first met, when we first started seeing each other,” Harry looks down, his jeans seemingly more interesting now.

“Harry, that’s not true– nothing’s changed. I’ve just been busy,” she tries to reason, but to no avail; Harry’s stance is clear.

He looks distant– which is ironic, seeing how he argues the opposite.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Harry,” Talulah laughs– a pathetic sound, she thinks, her laugh is.

It’s alien inside the quiet car, the sound of the wind and rain filling her insides.

Harry smiles, like he’s trying to let her down easy. “I’ll call you tomorrow, because I think we’re both not making any sense now. I don’t think I explained myself clearly, and I’m just being really unreasonable and silly right now.”

Talulah lets out a breath. “You’re not being silly. I just– I’m confused.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel confused– I myself am confused. I think I’m just…”

“You’re just, what?”

“I like you, T.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I like you, too. You know that, right? I do– I really fucking like you, Harry.”

“I know, I know you do.”

“So?”

“I will call you tomorrow, I promise.”

She clears her throat, and unbuckles her belt. Grabbing her back, she doesn’t even look back as she closes the door behind her.

She opens her door, and she spends a few minutes getting rid of the layers of clothes she’s got on. When she dares looking out her window, she sees his car still parked where she left him a few minutes ago. The lampposts cast a shadow into his car, an orange hue, and she sees the light of his phone illuminating the dark interior of his car. She smiles, waiting for his text.

Harry locks her phone– she knows, because it’s dark in the car again.

Her phone doesn’t make a sound.

Harry drives off.

[catboydogma]

HEAVY OFF A GOLDEN HUE

team #23's entry for the 2022 codywan big bang!

writer: @catboydogma | ao3

artist: @olives-and-lilies | ao3

art pieces, in order of appearance: in obi-wan's quarters | on umbara | lozenges | art nouveau obi-wan and on ao3 as well!

playlist

promotional tumblr posts: i ii iii

rating: T; tags and warnings on ao3

word count: 36,766

major pairing(s): commander cody / obi-wan kenobi

summary:

"And there are some, like me,” Obi-Wan said, voice softening against his will, “who relapse. And relapse. And… and it never quite leaves. I’m afraid I’m rather susceptible to the kind of emotional distress that the flowers thrive in. There is so much love to be had in the galaxy, and I can’t help but… even when it hurts. Perhaps especially when it hurts. I let it get ahold and it’s chronic at this point. Even if I never loved again, I will always have… this.” He spread a hand over his own chest and already, he could feel the stuttering slip of petals and leaves threatening. He kept his breathing slow and shallow, and the threat passed—for now.

OR: a peek into a galaxy where Obi-Wan suffers from chronic Hanahaki, a condition where flowers grow in his lungs, and despite his best efforts, he waters them every day.

read on ao3: https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/series/3405973

[leviathanlazarus]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

I was tagged by: @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine, thank you! ❤️

What book are you currently reading?

Watch for Me on the Mountain by Forrest Carter. It’s a novelization of Geronimo, a very remarkable Apache leader with a super robust life and history. It’s been a really fascinating--and horrifying--read. I'm a pretty avid reader of Indigenous and Native American lit and history.

What do you usually wear?

Black on black on black. The occasional mossy or olive green or baby blue. Always pants, I still love my skinny jeans. I like more classic, "simple" styles typically. I find it difficult to find cuts that actually flatter my body, so the less flash is usually the better.

How tall are you?

5′11″. Which also makes it hard to find clothes!

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

I’m a Taurus and my birthday is Cinco de Mayo 🎉

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Mostly just my name, but some of my friends and family call me Z or Zar. One of my coworkers calls me Zareeb, which I find funny

Did you grow up to become what you wanted as a child?

Absolutely not!

What is something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

I’m really good at setting boundaries, especially in my work life, and also managing self-discipline. I’m pretty bad at not being critical of and judging people. Been working on that for years.

If you draw/write/create what’s your favorite thing that you’ve done created?

I'm really proud of all of my fan fiction. A big fan of the fanfic series I write in particular. And a lot of my other writing, especially some of my poems. I can't choose one thing.

Dogs or cats?

I grew up with both but I'll always be a cat person (and am also a rat person 🐀🐀)

What’s something you would like to create content for?

I'm still enjoying fanfic writing, making collages, leisurely painting, and writing poetry

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

My current fan fiction LOL I'm always writing something! Also making different playlists. My obsessions are pretty routine for me.

What’s something you were excited for and turned out to be disappointing?

I was excited to try this new hiking trail today. It was the most boring trail I've ever been on.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I move really fast. I dominate those hiking trails!

What’s something you wish you had at this moment?

The promotion I'm working toward (Lord, WHEN???), more money, land, a house, a personal trainer, more time with friends.

If you’re up for it, I tag: @only-a-heartbeat-away @wonhakwoon @defkisshalen @ramblinguitar @writingcold @stonesponytail @colorstreammind @ina90sstateofmind 🌲

[designaday]

Ultimate Playlist: Men’s Names, Barry – Billy

Barry Bonds Press Conference - The Musical by Paul and Storm Back in 2003, a grand jury began investigating the Bay Area Laboratory Co-Operative (BALCO) with the suspicion that they were providing performance enhancing drugs to athletes, including Barry Bonds. Paul and Storm released this song in 2006 when the MLB launched its probe into Bond’s steroid use.

Roll Over Beethoven by Chuck Berry Berry wrote this song because his sister Lucy was always playing classical music on the family piano when he wanted to play popular music. It’s one of 50 recordings selected by the Library of Congress to be included in the National Recording Registry.

The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill by The Beatles The song was inspired by Richard A. Cooke III, who was visiting his mother at the ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in Rishikesh while the Beatles were there. Rik shot a tiger when it attacked the elephants he and his mother were riding.

Bill Bailey, Won’t You Please Come Home? by Hughie Cannon Willard “Bill” Bailey was a jazz musician and friend to Cannon who wrote the song one night when Bill told him about his marriage to Sarah. It’s been recorded by many singers—I’m partial to Jimmy Durante.

My Name! by Lionel Bart, sung by Sally Dexter and Miles Anderson From the musical Oliver!, based on Charles Dickens’s novel Oliver Twist, this song is sung by the character Bill Sikes, a brutal robber and murderer, and one o the main antagonists in the story.

Don’t Mess With Bill by The Marvelettes There’s another Bill that you don’t want to mess with featured in this song written and produced by Smokey Robinson.

Face Like Billy Joel by Da Vinci’s Notebook A parody of Billy Joel’s doo-wop song, “The Longest Time,” this one makes a punchline of Joel’s face. Of course, Billy was the one married to supermodel Christie Brinkley.

The Ballad of Billy the Kid by Billy Joel The story told in this song is completely inaccurate compared to the life of the real Billy the Kid. Joel claims that the Billy referred to in the last verse is a bartender he knew, but it seems much more likely that this is a self-reference.

Don’t Lose My Number by Phil Collins The song sounds dire, but the story of poor Billy was improvised and doesn’t really mean anything. The music video doesn’t make things any clearer, as it just depicts various directors trying to sell Phil concepts for the video parodying everything from David Lee Roth’s “California Girls” to the movie “Mad Max 2.”

All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow The lyrics for this song were adapted from the poem “Fun” by Wyn Cooper, who was inspired by a conversation at a bar with another writer, Bill Ripley. Sadly, the popularity of the song brought considerable royalties to Cooper and promoted his book, resulting in Ripley bringing a lawsuit against him for some of the money, ending their friendship.

[djaavdin]

🌐 Discover the blog of the day 🌐 - Glamglare 

Glamglare is a music blog that celebrates the joy of discovering new music every day. It features a range of content including daily song picks, album reviews, artist features, interviews, and news about upcoming releases. The blog is run by Elke Nominikat and Oliver Bouchard and focuses on a variety of genres, spotlighting emerging artists and unique sounds. 

➡ Link :glamglare.com 

#technomusic #techno #playlist #song #dj #music #artist #electro #electromusic #blog #groove #promotion #art #dj 

[qnewsau]

Meet queer Aussie pop star Mia Rodriguez

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/meet-queer-aussie-pop-star-mia-rodriguez/

Meet queer Aussie pop star Mia Rodriguez

We chat with 21-year-old  Australian queer pop artist Mia Rodriguez. 

Mia Rodriguez is a 21-year-old Australian queer pop artist who burst onto the music scene with hits Emotion and Psycho following her viral social media presence.

Mia spoke to us about her career, sexuality and future.

You have made the transition from online to an established artist, how important are platforms like TikTok for up-and-coming new talent? 

Tiktok was important until it became a bit saturated with how many people there are on it! It became pretty hard to promote music. All platforms are important though. It’s the modern magazine, only you have to put yourself out there! Collabing with other artists is even better.

People see large follower and streaming numbers and think that “you’ve made it,’ is it a bit more complicated than that?

Yes, definitely. I think “making it” depends on every individual artist. For me, it would be winning a Grammy and meeting my favourite artists as an artist myself instead of as a fan. It’s pretty ambitious, but I’ve always aimed high! There are a lot of artists that feel like they’ve “made it” even just being comfortable in their career and making a living. It’s all personal really.

@mia.rodriguez.z.z fr i hope you guys vibe w it #fypシ゚viral #foryou #fypp #viral #song #y2k #fy ♬ original sound – mia rodriguez

You’ve achieved so much in a short time, but do you have any highlights?

Man, I have too many highlights. I went to the ARIAS in 2023 and met Troye Sivan, who has always been my biggest inspiration and why I got into music. I was on the cover of Miz Vogue last year which was crazy, and touring with Oliver Tree felt surreal.

On the flip side, what have been some of the biggest challenges?

A month after I signed to my label at 17, COVID started. It not only delayed my career by an insane amount but also my self-growth. It was very isolating and I was distraught for a long time. I was a new artist who hadn’t even performed before, it felt like imposter syndrome!

Tell us about your own journey with your sexuality.

Well, I knew I was bisexual when I was 11. I was raised in a Catholic school, so no one was really supportive. This was also right before being gay was really accepted. I lost all of my girlfriends because they thought it was disgusting… (they are now lesbian). But I found my place!

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You were recently a Eurovision jury member for Australia, what was that like?

It was a unique experience! I was shocked that I was asked in the first place. I had to be out of the house by 4am, and being a night owl… that sucked. But when I arrived to the cinema room, there was free food and comfy chairs so it was chill. Also loved chatting to the other jurors! I was the youngest person there.

We also have to ask about being on the front cover of Miz Vogue – that must have been amazing, tell us about that!

It felt pretty surreal seeing myself on the front cover of a magazine, especially Vogue. I’ve always loved modelling for photoshoots and getting dressed up, it was so fun. The price of the clothes and accessories I was wearing was crazy! I was scared to move! I also have a playlist called “for werk” that I play on the speakers to hype me up during a photoshoot. Hypes up the crew as well!

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What’s coming up for you – new music on the horizon?

Yep! I always want to keep releasing as much as I can… It’s a big process, but definitely this year. I also want to make my first EP soon! And also merch, finally. I really wanted it to be the type of merch you could wear outside and look cool, so I took my time finding a good designer!

You can follow Mia on Instagram @miaaarodriguezzz 

Read next:

Discover Charley: our next queer pop sensation

G Flip: Coming out as non-binary was a ‘struggle’

Meet Australia’s gay country music star: Michael Waugh

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[kapeefit]

Tips for Maintaining Mental Health During the Dark and Cold Winter Days

The short days and frigid temperatures of winter tax even the most cheerful dispositions. Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) plagues over 10 million Americans, particularly women. Yet a range of lifestyle measures and mindset shifts empower you to actively uplift mood despite external gloom.

Let There Be Light

Sunshine serves as our primary and most powerful antidepressant sourced from nature thanks to specific light-sensitive brain receptors. Deprivation during darker months directly correlates to low mood, energy and disrupted sleep-wake cycles. Outsmart the seasonal dip by surrogate sunshine and strategic scheduling.  

Sit Near Windows – Position your desk, kitchen table or favorite reading nook beside large windows to maximize natural daylight exposure, even when overcast.  

Walk Outside Daily – Bundle up and step outdoors for a short vigorous walk once mid-morning to soak up whatever rays exist on even the dreariest days. The movement and fresh air perk you up too.  

Try Light Therapy – Special SAD therapy lamps delivering up to 10,000 lux brightness mimic sunshine’s mood and energy boosting effects. Use for 30-60 minutes early morning.

Time Tasks Right – Knock out analytical work, exercise, social calls and household chores during peak daylight hours. Reserve unwinding and screen time for darker evenings to better regulate melatonin. 

Eat Energy Promoting Foods  

What you eat directly impacts energy production, stress resilience, hormones and neurotransmitters that shape mood. Make dietary upgrades at the cellular level to sidestep thesluggishness that accompanies winter.

Complex Carbs - Whole grains like oats, quinoa and buckwheat provide an instant yet sustainable energy lift while delivering nervine-supporting B vitamins.  

Clean Proteins - Tryptophan-rich proteins from wild caught salmon, grass-fed meats, pasture-raised eggs, spirulina and hemp help produce mood-balancing serotonin.

Prebiotic Fiber - Chicory root, garlic, onions, leeks and asparagus contain prebiotic fibers that feed healthy gut microbes tied to mental health.

Leafy Greens - Magnesium and folate packed spinach, swiss chard and arugula counteract mood-disrupting inflammation and nutrient deficiencies.

Healthy Fats - Brain-building omegas from fatty fish, olive oil, avocado, nuts and seeds fortify nerve cell membranes against environmental and emotional stressors. 

Stay Hydrated - Dehydration causes fatigue and mood plummets. Herbal tea, electrolyte drinks and fruit-spiked water keep fluid levels optimal.  

Curb Inflammatory Foods - Limit sugar, refined carbohydrates, conventional dairy and factory farmed animal products shown to promote systemic inflammation and subsequent depression.

Destress Your Environment 

External surroundings wield tremendous influence over our emotional states, for better or worse. Cultivate a personal atmosphere across living and work spaces designed specifically to uplift women’s moods amid winter’s gloom. 

Add Full Spectrum Lighting - Replace any cool fluorescent bulbs with warmer broad spectrum LED lights to mimic natural light.  

Houseplants - Nature connects you to simpler joys while quite literally cleansing air. Grow low-light plants like pathos, aloe, philodendrons, orchids, ferns or cacti.

Use Essential Oils - Citrus, floral, herbaceous and woodsy aromas promote calm and optimism through scent pathways to the limbic brain. Diffuse oils like bergamot, clary sage and frankincense. 

Play Uplifting Music - Create a customized peppy playlist to flood spaces with favored soul-stirring artists and songs. 

Display Cheerful Art - Surround yourself with framed visuals and accents featuring vibrant colors, floral motifs, positive words or scenic landscapes.

Declutter - Clear clutter literally lifts overwhelm so you think more clearly. Toss, donate or organize any excess stuff weighing you down indoors.

Infuse Life & Activity

Holiday bustle gives way to stillness and isolation during winter’s early sunsets and frigid temps. But connecting with others and keeping busy redirects women’s focus from seasonally triggered sadness. 

Schedule Socializing - Make plans ahead of time to catch up with friends and family regularly in person, over the phone or via video chat. Check in at least weekly.

Join Classes - From cooking to crafting to fitness, classes offer structure while learning something new often proves therapeutic. Many studios and gyms run January specials too!  

Say Yes More - Accept invitations even when you feel like staying cocooned up at home. New input and community interactions lift spirits.  

Volunteer - Giving back gets you outside your own head, helping others in uplifting ways with like-minded volunteers. Animal rescues, food banks and conservation groups need winter assistance too.

Plan Future Travel - Having wanderlust-worthy adventures on the calendar generates joyful anticipation during in the interim. Sketching upcoming trip dreams also helps manifest them! 

Adopt Mindfulness Habits

Commit to an ongoing mindfulness practice damping down stress reactivity and negative thought patterns that drag women into winter doldrums. Reconnect more purposefully to the present moment.

Breathwork - Simple deep belly breathing activates the parasympathetic “rest and digest” nervous system response, lowering cortisol levels.  

Meditation - Consistent active or open awareness meditation strengthens neural pathways supporting relaxed focus, healthier perception and self-efficacy. Start small with 5 minutes daily building up to 20.

Gratitude Practice - Keeping a gratitude journal or reciting 3-5 things you’re thankful for daily physiologically combats pessimism and victim mindset over time by retraining the brain’s negativity bias.  

Affirmations – Begin each morning stating positive “I am...” affirmations like “I am empowered”, “I am at peace” or “I am resilient” outload to cement the neural network supporting that self-concept. Fake it ‘till you make it!

Let winter breath new life into your rut-busting creativity and self care commitment rather than defeat you. Implement even a couple tips here consistently to emerge from hibernation brighter, energized and more resilient no matter what the forecast has in store!

Explore KapeeFit.com for Essential Tips on Sustaining Mental Health Amidst Dark and Cold Days. Prioritize Your Mind, Navigate the Season with Resilience. Dive In Now!

[the-golden-mango-of-discord]

hiii new playlist. xoxo

[sethshead]

Of course right-wingers would go gaga for a public assistance-shaming, libertarian, galaxy brain 9/11 Truther. There is a horseshoe, and we all know where it meets.

[hope-and-roll]

Tom Ruewen

"The measure of intelligence is the ability to change." _ Albert Einstein 

- Tom Terry Oliver Ruewen - Né le 10 mars 2032 - Next-Gen - Anglais, avec des origines américaines et françaises - Sang-Pur - Hétérosexuel  - Serdaigle, Poudlard - Histomage  - Né-Animagus renard des neiges, possède le Don d'Envoûtement mais n'en aura jamais conscience, ce qui limitera son charmspeak à l'influence innée  - Dylan Sprayberry. ~ Fils d'Oliver Ruewen et d'Aurélie Becker ~ Frère aîné d'Aislinn Ruewen ~ Petit-fils d'Arthur et Grace Ruewen (née Underwood) et de Tom Skyberry et Anna Becker ~ Arrière-petit-fils d'Emmett et Jane Ruewen (née Baker), Allison Underwood, Joshua et Scarlett Skyberry (née Merigold) et de Liam et Amalia Becker (née Stevenson) ~ Père de Jack et Calypso Ruewen * Meilleur ami de Jonathan Ames, Ariane Smith, Clem Amsel-McAnner et Evan Richards (formaient un groupe à Poudlard) * Ex de Dalia Scamander, avec qui il est sorti de ses 14 à ses 17 ans * Ami d'Ariane Hollister à Poudlard, sera son petit-ami (et mari) de ses 22 à 33 ans  * Ami proche de Rhéane Petrova-Woodley depuis Poudlard, a eu des sentiments pour elle plusieurs fois au cours de sa vie, sera son mari de ses 37 ans à sa mort Trivia :  - Patronus : renard - Epouvantard : l'eau - Meilleur élève de sa promotion, très ambitieux et perfectionniste, bourreau du travail  - Jaloux de sa petite soeur Aislinn, qui a une mémoire photographique  - A commencé à dessiner à l'âge de 6 ans, dans une tentative d'être meilleur qu'Aislinn dans un domaine  - Se compare toujours aux autres - Ne suit que les règles qu'il trouve légitime, en héritage de sa mère  - Adore les archives de la bibliothèque, a trouvé un moyen de s'y glisser sans demander d'autorisation au bibliothécaire  - A l'âge de 8 ans, alors que la famille Ruewen était en vacances à la mer, il a énervé sa soeur pour une bêtise. Aislinn a alors involontairement utilisé son charmspeak sur lui en lui intimant d'"aller se noyer". Tom ne put pas résister à sa voix, et nagea au loin. Il fut sauvé par ses parents, mais souffrit d'un stress post-traumatique qui dura plusieurs années. Depuis, il a rationalisé et s'est dit que c'était juste la manifestation des pouvoirs de sorcière de sa soeur. Cet épisode les a éloignés.  - Phobie de l'eau, ne sait pas nager  - Déteste les surnoms, même si tout le monde l'appelle Tommy  - A appris l'Occlumancie à l'âge de 18 ans  - Ne saura jamais qu'il possède le pouvoir du charmspeak  - Très romantique et fleur-bleue  - A souffert d'une longue dépression après sa relation toxique avec Dalia Scamander - Addict au café et au chocolat - Déteste les mensonges et manipulations, est lui-même très honnête  - Déteste les jeux vidéo, contrairement à Aislinn  - Adore la science moldue  - Végétarien depuis l'âge de 14 ans - Se parle souvent à lui-même, et même dans son sommeil  - Dort très mal, a toujours un rythme de sommeil très décalé  - Parle espagnol (14 ans), italien, français (20 ans) et grec (26 ans) + notions de latin (dès 12 ans, passionné par cette langue)  - Peut se révéler très cynique, juge beaucoup les autres - Tient à sa routine  - Passionné d'histoire antique 

Playlist :  Tom à environ 23 ans, après sa dépression : Achilles come down - Gang of youths Cross you out - Charli XCX & Sky Ferreira

Théane (Tom Ruewen x Rhéane Petrova-Woodley)  Do I wanna know - Arctic Monkeys Tom à Rhéane :  I wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys  Ariam (Ariane Smith x Tom Ruewen) :  Do me a favour - Arctic Monkeys  Tom à Ariane :  Find my way back - Eric Arjes It won't work - Gracie Adams Ariane à Tom :  Lost on you - LP Tom à Dalia : 

Alrighty Aphrodite - Peach pit  Cherry Wine - Hozier  Fight or flight - Conan Gray  Cellophane - fka twigs

[paulisded]

The Ledge #550: 1978

Over the last couple of weeks, I've been hinting that I'll be starting 2023 with a big announcement. Well, tonight's the night!

In my eyes, “Teenage Kicks” is a perfect pop song; the greatest punk-inspired single of all time. Two minutes and 27 seconds of rock and roll at its finest. The sentiments are the same youthful expressions of the original rock and roll explosion of the 1950s. Instead of Little Richard or Jerry Lee Lewis boogie woogie piano, it’s buzzsaw guitars that accompany Undertones vocalist Fergal Sharkey’s desire for that “girl in the neighborhood” that he wishes “was mine she looks so good”. It’s the musical template later utilized by Husker Du, Pixies, Green Day, and hundreds of other pop-punkers for decades to come (for better or worse).

Since I love the song so much, I have found myself collecting all kinds of versions over the years. In fact, a little glance at my master iTunes library a few months ago showed that I owned over 30 covers of this tune. Just two weeks ago, I discovered that a Minneapolis band I loved in the 90s had released a remake as a now rare b-side (more on that next week). With that in mind, I decided that The Ledge broadcasts of 2023 are going to include a sub-theme called “52 Weeks of Teenage Kicks”. 

Every show this year is going to kick off with a version of this wonderful tune, and I want to include my musical friends in this adventure. I’m sending out a plea to labels and bands to submit new versions that I will definitely fast track onto the playlist. Don’t worry about the musical style. Want to record a solo acoustic version? I’ll take it. Want to somehow transform it into a screeching death metal rattle? Go for it! Add some loops. I’ll even accept autotune!

Tonight’s first episode of 2023 is going to begin at the source. The Undertones’ original classic kickstarts two hours of legendary tunes from one of my favorite years of rock and roll - 1978. It was the year I discovered Elvis Costello, Wreckless Eric, Boomtown Rats, Devo and so much more! The “normals” may have been somehow grooving to Kansas and Head East but I was jumping around in my bedroom to The Clash and The Jam!

I would love it if every listener bought at least one record I played on either of these shows. These great artists deserve to be compensated for their hard work, and every purchase surely helps not only pay their bills but fund their next set of wonderful songs. And if you buy these records directly from the artist or label, please let them know you heard these tunes on The Ledge! Let them know who is giving them promotion! You can find this show at almost any podcast site, including 

iTunes and 

Stitcher...or

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW!

1. Undertones, Teenage Kicks

2. Elvis Costello & The Attractions, Oliver's Army

    (Note: the metadata on this track was incorrect; this Costello song actually was released in 1979.)

3. Wreckless Eric, Take The Cash

4. The Jam, News Of The World

5. The Clash, Stay Free

6. Chris Bell, I Am The Cosmos

7. Johnny Thunders, You Cant Put Your Arms Round A Memory

8. The Only Ones, Another Girl, Another Planet

9. Ian Dury, Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick

10. The Boomtown Rats, She's So Modern

11. The Records, Girl

12. The Buzzcocks , Ever Fallen In Love

13. The Buzzcocks, What Do I Get?

14. Ramones, I Just Want To Have Something To Do 

15. Talking Heads, Thank You For Sending Me An Angel

16. Patti Smith, Till Victory

17. Blondie, Denis

18. The Suicide Commandos, Semi-Smart

19. The Suburbs, Chemistry Set

20. Fingerprints, (Now i Want to Be a) Space Girl

21. SPOOKS, Laugh It Up

22. The Saints, Know Your Product

23. Radio Birdman, New Race

24. Cramps, Human Fly

25. Nervebreakers, My Girlfriend is a Rock

26. X, We're Desperate

27. Public Image Ltd., Public Image

28. X-Ray Specs, I Am A Cliché

29. 999, Homicide

30. Wire, Practice Makes Perfect

31. Magazine, Shot By Both Sides

32. The Rezillos, Top Of The Pops

33. The Adverts, Gary Gilmore's Eyes

34. Sham 69, If The Kids Are United

35. Generation X, Ready Steady Go

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tag dump 001:

reflections :

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ piper im ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ oh yohan ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ olivia hauer ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ oliver hauer ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ piper im ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ rosio rueng ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ felix russell ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ sophia byun ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ william yoon ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.  ﹕ juliette cao ꜝ ﹐

starters :

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙.  ﹕ 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 starter ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙.  ﹕ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 starter ꜝ ﹐

interactions :

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙.  ﹕ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕   ݃ dialogue ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ piper im ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ oh yohan ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ olivia hauer ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ oliver hauer ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ piper im ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ rosio rueng ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ felix russell ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ sophia byun ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ william yoon ꜝ ﹐

𝜗𝜚   .   .   .   ؛   𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡.  ﹕ juliette cao ꜝ ﹐

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

so with blaseball coming back its time for some SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION!!!

Are you new to blaseball?? old to blaseball??? showed up at the end of the expansion era and so youre technically old because its been more than a year but also havent actually really seen THAT much BLASEBALL???? May i introduce the OLIVE ANIMATIC CINEMATIC UNIVERSE. Aka check out how hard i love the sunbeams and also sometimes other teams are there. Don’t know where to start? Here’s a handy guide!

Link to the YouTube Playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkT744Jo0ayouUXXdsV1N6SzZIhWEkILa

[ID: Four screenshots of PowerPoint slides with black backgrounds. Each slide has thumbnails of youtube videos with short descriptions to go with and a title to describe each slide.

First slide: General Recaps: “I wanna know what happened between season x and y” Seasons 1-11 (Sunbeams): The Phoenix - The Hellmouth Sunbeams. Seasons 12-19 (Sunbeams): Dark Days - The Hellmouth Sunbeams. Seasons 20-24 (Sunbeams): Glorious - The Hellmouth Sunbeams. Seasons 12-24 (Expansion Era): Aequitas Aug.

Second slide: Story Recaps: “I wanna know the gist about this particular event/narrative” Precognition (Sunbeams): The Precog Trio - Animatic. Snackrifice (Tacos): The Snackrifice. Day X (League-Wide): The Hall Stars

Third slide: Character Animatics: “I wanna know the story of this particular guy/group” Sandoval Crossing, Velasquez Meadows & Rhys Trombone: sun - moon - earth. Iggy Delacruz: Iggy - An Alternate. Sutton Bishop & Kaj Statter Jr.: Party Problems. Wyatt Mason VII: Wya77. Nagomi Nava, Nagomi Meng & Nagomi Mcdaniel: Idle Worship - Nagomis. Igneus Delacruz: Igneus - The Original. Jayden Wright: Ossification - Jayden & Hypercalcemia - Jayden.

Fourth Slide: Character Animatics Cont. Alaynabella Hollywood: Alaynabella. Miguel James (Part 2 in progress): Autoignition - Miguel Miscellaneous That time i jinxed nerds supperallergy AND iggy’s death: Dear ILB... plz. dogs: dogs. Parks and Rec bit: Who Broke It. How to handle a duck (goose) ft. the flowers: Sutton Bishop Handling 101 /end ID]

[maiweek]

Mai Week 2022: Rules, Prompts, and FAQ

[Image ID: A banner with an olive green background and a screenshot of Mai in her Kyoshi Warrior disguise. The text reads “Mai Week 2022. October 3 -7″ /End ID]

Thank you everyone for your prompt suggestions! The prompts have been chosen for Mai Week 2022, which will run Monday, October 3 - Friday, October 7. Every day will have two prompts for you to choose from, and there are two additional bonus prompts to swap in on any day.

This post is intended to serve as a masterpost for the entire event. It will include the dates, prompts, rules, and a FAQ! Make sure to click the read more to get ALL the information!

Prompt List

Day 1; Monday, October 3: Expression or Arranged Marriage

Day 2; Tuesday, October 4: Jealousy or Canon Divergence

Day 3; Wednesday, October 5: Knives or Vampire AU

Day 4; Thursday, October 6: Forbidden or Boiling Rock

Day 5; Friday, October 7: Training or Hurt/Comfort

Bonus prompts: Tattoos or Ember Island

Rules

All works must focus on Mai! Any and all ships are allowed, as long as the ship with Mai is at the forefront. You are also welcome to create general, non-ship content for her.

Any and all gender/sexuality headcanons are allowed! And no ship-bashing, please. 

There are 2 prompts for each day. You can choose one or both of them to inspire your work. There are also 2 bonus prompts for you to use on any of the days. If none of the prompts speak to you, feel free to create your own Mai content. The prompts are meant to promote creativity, not restrict it!

NSFW/Mature content is allowed, as long as you tag everything appropriately. So on tumblr, that means following their guidelines for NSFW images. On AO3, that means giving your fic the appropriate rating and tags.

Any kind of creative content is allowed! Fanfiction, fanart, edits, playlists, headcanons, moodboards, ANYTHING!

If you create a visual piece, such as fanart or an edit, please add an image ID, either in the alt text or under the picture itself.

(click under the readmore for FAQ)

FAQ

How do I participate in Mai Week?

Create your content and post it on tumblr. If you post on AO3, make sure to share the link on tumblr. Also make sure to add it to the Mai Week AO3 collection, which will be posted about later. Tag this blog in the main body of your post (@maiweek). In the tags, tag “mai week."

If we don’t reblog your post within 24 hours, feel free to send us a message with the link! I’m sure we all know how unreliable the tumblr tagging system is, we would never intentionally not reblog someone’s post!

If I’m not a creator, how can I support Mai Week?

The best way to support content creators leading up to and during Mai Week is to let them know you support them! Reblog and comment on their work, send Mai content into this blog for us to post, etc. We’ll be reblogging Mai content from now up until the week itself. Supporting that work now will encourage creators for the event week itself.

Also, you don’t have to be an artist or an author to create content! Click here for other ways to participate in Mai Week besides fanart and fanfic!

Who is in charge of Mai Week?

This blog and the event are being run by @praetorqueenreyna​ and @lady-tortilla-chip​

I have a question that isn’t here!

Feel free to send us asks, we’d love to hear from you all! They can be questions, headcanons, ideas, or anything else! If you have a question you’d like us to answer privately, be sure to let us know in the ask. Otherwise, all other asks will be published on our blog.

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.