#so much is going wrong and i have no one to tell abt jt

[savory-n-sweet]

screaming to the void

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i adore reading your analytical posts abt soc so much jts not even funny; stumbling upon your account was like a coming across a goldmine 🙏 ALSO I RLLY WANT TO ONOW ABT THE SHE TREATS US LJKE MARKS ESSAY IVE NEVER THOIGHT ABT THAT RLLY also i loved the mr crimson post anw im sorry i’ll shut up now

Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like them!!

This is the first time someone’s submitted a question so bare with me because if there’s any way to do this wrong I’ll probably manage it, but here are my thoughts on the red herrings :)

She’s treating us like marks - an analysis of Leigh Bardugo’s use of red herrings in Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom

*warning: CONSTANT SPOILERS AHEAD!*

I happen to be an absolute sucker for a good bit of foreshadowing, I think if it’s done well it’s one of the best literary techniques out there, so it’s something I always like to try and be on the look out for when I read. With books that I go back and reread, in this case many many times (seriously I’ve never specifically counted but I’m pretty sure I’m at over ten times each for the duology, it’s ridiculous), I like to find the things I didn’t realise were foreshadowing the first time round. When rereading six of crows and crooked kingdom, I realised that a lot of the things I expected to be foreshadowing didn’t actually come to fruition whilst other, seemingly less important, details were the actual foreshadowing. I LOVE IT! It’s genius, because it leaves the reader worrying about one thing so they’re too distracted to realise the groundwork is being laid for something else. But you know what that makes me think of? Kaz’s ideology of “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet? […] Tell him you’re going to steal his watch,” and “you have to let the mark feel like he’s won”. Leigh Bardugo literally cons us, and she tells us that she’s doing it in Crooked Kingdom when the group are certain that they know where Inej is being kept, but Kaz says “Too obvious. He’s treating us like marks”. GENIUS

So I compiled a few of my favourite examples (in no particular order), if you know of any I’ve missed please add more I would love to see them!!

The cannon at the Ice Court. When the Crows first arrive in Djerholm they see a cannon built into the the cliff face, a defence mechanism for the Court, and Kaz says what might be one of my favourite underrated lines of his: “I’ve broken into banks, warehouses, mansions, museums, vaults, a rare book library, and once the bedchamber of a visiting Kaelish diplomat whose wife had a passion for emeralds. But I’ve never had a cannon shot at me”. Jesper jokes that “there’s something to be said for novelty” but then continues to say that a cannon would be useless against a ship as small as theirs and that it’s designed for “invading armadas”. They don’t mention the cannon again, but it stuck in my mind when I first read it as a looming threat, a reminder that the danger wouldn’t end when they left the court. So when they arrived in the harbour was I expecting soldiers, or a heartrender, or for Nina to take parem? Nope, I was too busy worrying about the schooner being blown to pieces - especially when the Crows all have such specific painful and/or traumatic experiences linking to water, with 4 out of 6 of them being drowning related. But that isn’t to say that the waiting soldiers at the dock weren’t foreshadowed. All the way through Leigh Bardugo constantly reminds us that Matthias had never seen black protocol in action, and that his time in the prison sector had been brief, but she lulls us into a false sense of security by letting us believe that the secret bridge onto the White Island was all Matthias was hiding. We trust him by this point, so we don’t expect anything to be different to what he’s told us, even though this is an aspect he couldn’t possibly have predicted. Bonus points for the fact that Nina’s poor well-being in the aftermath of the drug is foreshadowed by a joke at the awful Inn they go to before the job; the food is disgusting and she says “when I don’t want to eat, you know there’s a problem”, and in Crooked Kingdom it’s many times emphasised that she’s unhealthily losing weight and her appetite has vastly decreased, with Matthias buying her chocolate biscuits “in the hopes she’d eat something”.

The poison pill. Leigh Bardugo worked very hard in Crooked Kingdom to make us think that Nina might die. We went into that book knowing there was a strong possibility that she wouldn’t come out the other side; we knew very little about how she was coping with parem withdrawal at the end of soc, but we had seen around a minimum of five grisha being destroyed by the drug so far. (That’s a guess I haven’t actually counted). So we went in with the idea that she was already in a precarious situation, and even though we begin to see her regain herself she struggles throughout the novel both physically and mentally in the aftermath of the drug. Matthias begins to dream of being lost on the ice in the worst storms known to Fjerda, knowing that she was out there somewhere and that he could not reach her. This sounds like it’s foreshadowing her death. Then when the pair go to the Ravkan embassy, Tamar gives Nina a small yellow pill that Genya made; she explains that it kills instantly and painlessly, saying “we all have them” to make sure they cannot be drugged and enslaved by the Shu government, who are hunting for grisha with the Khergud at the time. Matthias is terrified by this, but Nina just slips it into her pocket without a second thought. At that moment I thought that Nina would almost take the pill only to be stopped by someone else, because it felt too obvious that it would kill her, but I did wonder if the Khergud would be the ones to stop her and so she would still be lost. But the pill never gets mentioned again, except when the Dime Lions come for Nina at Sweet Reef and she briefly remembers that it’s still in her pocket. Then never again. And Matthias’ dreams were, of course, actually foreshadowing the FESTIVAL OF PAIN AND TORTURE that is chapter 40.

Mr Crimson. I’m so glad you like my Mr Crimson idea! Basically I posted saying I think that he represents death in the novels and I’ve also talked before about how I think the Komedie Brute costumes that the characters usually adopt are representative of their character; Kaz the Madman, Nina the Lost Bride, Inej and Wylan the Grey Imp, and Jesper and Matthias Mr Crimson. I won’t go into detail about all of them but if you’re interested the post is on my page, but with the idea that Mr Crimson represents death it’s very important to me that, although all of them wear his cloak at least once, he is the only Komedie Brute character taken on by Jesper and Matthias (at least to my recollection, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong). So of course I would argue that Matthias taking on the image in Crooked Kingdom foreshadows his death, but in that case what does Jesper’s represent? I came up with two options but I actually think you could combine them into one: it’s a red herring to make us align him with the literal death of Matthias, whilst actually foreshadowing the metaphorical death that his addiction and mental well-being are driving him towards as he tries desperately to stop them - in his own words to Colm “I’m dying anyway, Da, I’m just doing it slow”

Oh god sorry that this is yet another long post I hope y’all enjoyed this enough for it to be worth the time it takes for you to read all my ramblings 😭

Tagging people who asked for this one in the replies to my essay titles post - @the-magnificunt @flerkenkiddingme @luridorangeandviolentviolet @snowblack-charcoalwhite

[hugheshugs]

treat it like a high school crush | q. hughes

inspired by johnny orlando's "you're just drunk."

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prompt: #57 — "call me in the morning.. when you're sober."

summary: your friends on the team force you to have a much needed conversation with quinn. the catch; he's drunk.

tw: alcohol/drunk character

pairing: drunk!quinn x reader

word count: 2.4k

taglist: @heatabovejakey @idfan21 @boeswhore @huggycelia @drei-mrssvechii @thescooby-gang

note: idk how i feel abt this one

you know it.

he knows it.

his friends know it.

everyone knows it.

it isn't a surprise they all realized it. it's partially your fault but you don't care. you blame it on the fact that you aren't very well at hiding things, your crush on quinn being one of them. even so, you have no shame in admitting you have a soft spot for a certain number 43.

it didn't take long for them to figure it out either, your liking towards him being so blatantly obvious that even a one eyed giraffe could see it.

you aren't spared by their teasings in the slightest, quinn included. he tells you he doesn't know how he feels about you yet but he likes making you happy and poking fun at you sometimes. he clearly doesn't have bad intentions and it thrills you to no end.

you just feel bad that he says he isn't sure about his feelings. are you doing something wrong? you don't feel good enough for him and you know you aren't. if you were good enough, he'd like you and he'd know it — which apparently he doesn't, and that's confirmation enough.

one day, you overhear quinn telling nils that he doesn't like you back. the lies you're being fed make you feel foolish and naïve, and you want nothing more than to hear the truth from him. he doesn't know you know about this but most of your friends on the team do and they feel for you.

since then, you've been trying to distance yourself from him. a reason why you find yourself here, hanging out with a bunch of five year olds.

"ahh how's miss. hughes doin' over here?"

you look up from the kids' colouring table and see brock hovering over you. you sit with some kids at jt miller's daughter's birthday party, colouring away and minding your business.

you don't drink and you aren't very good friends with the other girls so you decided to come to the kids instead. you felt more in your element, the plastic lavender table and chair set calling your name.

"i'm just colouring a bear," you say, continuing to shade in the nose with a crayon.

"how on brand," brock smirks.

you blush. "may or may not be why i chose it.."

"we gotta show huggy," he insists, crouching down to your level.

"no, we are not showing hugs. what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask, turning towards him and lowering your crayon.

"no one has seen you for hours. we were all wondering where you went, just didn't expect you to be here," he informs, ducking as a plushy is thrown his way.

"oh, i didn't think anyone would care," you frown, confused by his words.

"why would we not?"

you don't know how to reply so you simply shrug and go back to your bear. a couple footsteps enter the room but you keep your head down.

"how's she doing?"

"she's heartbroken," you hear brock say, kneeling to your level.

you look up to see miller, petey and garly walking into the room, and you assume brock is talking about you.

your eyebrows crease. "what are you talking about?"

"you think we haven't noticed you moping around like a lost puppy because quinn doesn't like you back?" miller sighs, taking a seat on the chair across from you.

you ignore him and cover your mouth, laughing at how funny he looks — a 6 foot tall man trying to sit at a children's table for you.

"lost bear," petey corrects, resulting in a sharp hit in the stomach by conor's elbow.

"what kind of friends would we be if we didn't notice?" he adds right after, the guys taking a seat around the now empty table.

great, they scared the kids away, you think to yourself as you see them all run out of the room.

you dread having a conversation with the boys. you know exactly where this is going to go. they're going to say all the right things, soften the hard shell you're putting up and make you crack. by the end of the talk you're going to be crying into brock's shoulder after having told them about all the unfortunate emotions your mind's been forcing you to feel.

"what's wrong, kid? we're here for you, you know that," miller asks almost parentally.

"i'm not a kid," you grumble, staring back down at the bear on the table.

petey snorts, resulting in another blow to the stomach.

"says the 20 year old girl sitting at a children's table and colouring a teddy bear," he ignores conor and comments.

you huff and cross your arms. "why is he even here? he's hugs' best friend, he's not on my side!"

"there aren't sides to this, angel," conor shakes his head and you glare at him knowing he's right. "we're all still your friends, we want what's best for you."

"what's best for me is that you go away and leave me alone," you mutter, the coloured bear now starting to irritate you after petey's comment.

you don't want to break in front of them but you feel it coming. the blood in your body rushes and your heart begins to thump against your chest, slowly yet aggressively.

"tell us how you feel, we won't judge. we just wanna help," brock encourages from beside you.

you close your eyes and sigh, leaning on your elbows and putting your head in your hands. you don't just tell your friends you feel unloved and unlovable. you don't just tell them you think you're going to die alone and that you know you aren't even good enough for yourself, those aren't just things you pour out to someone because they ask.

tears well up in your eyes and you remove your hands from your face, leaning back in your seat and keeping your gaze set on the bear in front of you.

"everything that's wrong with me has nothing to do with quinn. just drop it and leave me alone, please," you beg shakily and pick up a pencil.

"if you think that's going to make us leave, you couldn't be more wrong," miller says concerned.

you chew on the skin of your bottom lip. "i hate you guys."

knowing you're about to confide in them, they let your comment slide and stay silent.

"i don't think i've ever felt more alone than i do now. i don't think i've ever hated myself more than i do right now," you say slowly, holding the image of the bear in your hands.

"i feel like everyone— like you guys, are going to grow old with your happy families and i'm going to be here. i'm going to be here by myself, probably taking life day by day like i am now, with no one to care for me. not even myself," you confess finally. "is that what you wanted to hear?"

after hearing your words, they don't know what to say. you spoke without hesitation so you missed the silent tears streaming down your face and they see how broken really you are. feeling alone is something most people face, these boys being no exception. they understand how you feel and their hearts ache for you, harder than before.

"why didn't you tell us?" petey asks, breaking the silence.

"because that isn't just something you fucking tell people out of nowhere—" your voice cracks and you stop yourself.

frustration takes control of your mind and you snap, crushing the paper in your hands and throwing the stupid bear across the room. all your worries and doubts that had once been dancing on the edge of a cliff suddenly take the fall and you break down in front of the guys, like you knew you would.

you don't even have anything to say. you just cry, all your bottled up emotions reaching the brim and overflowing. brock pulls you into his chest and you sob, your trembling figure paining their sore eyes.

"why's she crying?"

you don't hear the voice through your cries but the men around you turn to glare at the boy who just walked into the room — the boy you want to see the least.

if you'd known he's watching, you'd stop whatever's going on with you immediately — but you don't. you don't know he's standing in the middle of the room, looking at you in concern. you don't know petey's trying to get him to leave but he keeps refusing.

it's when your cries come to a halt and your tears turn into sniffles that you feel an unwanted presence in the room. hearing quinn's voice for a split second, you shy away and keep your head buried in brock's neck, not wanting to face the boy you know is here.

people say that a good cry, that letting your emotions out are supposed to make you feel good, but you don't feel good at all. you only feel worse. you feel stupid and innocent, upset that you're so easy to break.

"i think you both need to have a good conversation," miller puts on his dad voice, standing up and comedically pushing quinn into the short plastic seat in front of you.

brock pulls away and gives you a reassuring smile. you feel bad that he was on his knees that entire time, internally cringing as he stands up to his full height and winces. you reach up to grab his finger and utter a small 'thank you' to him, receiving a nod and another smile in response.

"i don't wanna see you both leave this room until you've fixed whatever's broken," conor tells you both.

"which is basically everything," petey adds smartly before they all rush out, leaving you and quinn in an uncomfortable silence.

you try not to look at him but he lets out a weird noise and you can't help but bring your gaze towards him. you notice his head hanging down and scrunch your nose.

"are y-you okay?" you ask quietly. his head jerks up and your mouth parts at his glossy eyes and open lips.

he's drunk.

great, you think. they left you with a drunk quinn.

"wha.. 'm fine," he says quietly, rubbing his eyes. "you.. you're not."

your eyes crinkle and your wipe your wet cheeks. "huh?"

"you aren't.. fine. you aren't fine," he repeats.

"yes i am," you say coarsely, crossing your arms.

he shakes his head aggressively. "no you're not! you were jus'- jus' crying 'n your eyes are red."

"it doesn't matter—"

"can we cuddle?" he cuts you off and you nearly pass out.

"what?" you ask in disbelief. how did he change the conversation that quickly? drunk people.

"cuddle, i wan' cuddle," he replies, grabbing one of the crayons in front of you and snapping it in half.

"hey! why'd you do that?" you shout, reaching over to grab the two pieces out of his hands.

he shrugs, leaning backwards and almost falling over in his seat. your eyes widen as he mutters a string of curses and holds his arms out for you. you use all your force to pull him back up and glare at him when he sits upright.

"stop lookin'.. at me like that," he murmurs, a hiccup slowing him down.

"i should have let you fall. we're only like a foot above the ground," you huff at him.

"fine," he says before leaning back again and falling to the ground. his head hits the back of the plastic chair and he groans, clutching his skull.

"oh, fuck!" he groans in pain. your eyes bulge and you stand up from your seat, walking towards him and crouching down by his figure.

"are you okay?" you ask, sitting on your knees. he maneuvers his head into your lap and looks up at you.

"if i don't make it.. tell y/n i love her," he says dramatically, eyelashes fluttering.

you want to laugh at his acting but your heart sinks to your stomach and your throat runs dry.

"what?" you pretend you didn't hear him.

"y/n, tell y/n i love her," he repeats a little softer, his eyes moving around your face and inspecting every inch. "you look a little like her."

you shake your head, not believing his words one bit.

"you're just drunk," you tell him and he doesn't reply. "y/n? you don't like her.."

he doesn't like you, let alone love you. you heard it yourself, he said it himself. you look down at him, replacing his hands on his head with your own.

he rests his hands on his diaphragm and sighs. "yes i do. she's pretty 'n funny 'n the shweetesht girl ever."

you find his slurred words and slow talking very amusing. you'd be laughing if you weren't so confused.

"no you don't," you tell him. he's drunk and confused. you don't know why you're wasting your time trying to tell him he doesn't like you but there really isn't anything else for you to say.

"why do you think that?" he asks as you rub his injury. he gives you a funny smile and tries leaning into your hand, a grin making its way onto your face as well.

"i don't think it, i know it. you've said it before, hugs," you inform him as you lift his head up and stretch your legs out in front of you, placing his head back on top of your thighs.

"i don't know who you are or where.. where you're getting that from but- but i love her, i know i do," he argues, his eyes trying to close on him.

you notice his movements slowing and so does his breathing. you play with his hair, and he hums in approval. you stay quiet as your heart thumps against your chest, a response to his words and his head in your lap. the closeness makes your stomach erupt with butterflies.

"you tired?" you ask quietly.

"mhm," he nods, a cute yawn escaping his lips.

"go to sleep, it's okay," you lull, mentally preparing yourself to sit in this position for hours.

"you'll be here when i wake up?" he asks quickly, fright taking over.

your face softens. "yes, i promise."

"good. i know it's you, y/n," he mumbles, turning onto his side.

your mouth parts and you don't know what to say. he probably won't remember any of this by sunrise.

"call me in the morning.. when you're sober," you whisper, his eyes finally shutting.

"i will," you hear him say sleepily.

you know he won't. he'll forget this even happened but still, you treat it like a high school crush and hope that he might just mean what he said, ignoring the fact that you know it's so far from the truth.

little do you realize, drunk words are sober thoughts, and he meant exactly what he said.

part two

[flashyfucker]

okay but WHAT IF cale was just a little mean and annoyed with consistently seeing tyson fuck over his best friend even though the feelings between them are obviously there so when tyson tries to set cale and his friend up cale isn’t gonna turn down a date with a pretty girl and he sure as hell isn’t gonna turn down her offer for him to come up to her apartment after the first date either

and he knows it’s wrong considering he’s the only one smart enough to see the underlying tension between tyson and his best friend but as long as tyson keeps fucking other randos on drunken benders, you’re gonna keep coming back to cale and who is he to say no to that? ultimately it was tyson who set you up with cale sooooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and then in the locker room when tyson is talking loudly to jt about his latest conquest that occurred after ditching you at a bar and ultimately leaving you calling cale to come pick you up, cale slyly and VERY out of character brings you up to erik, maybe about the way you can take all of him down your throat or how pretty you lol with tears glistening in your eyes after you take him down your throat

BASICALLY i can see cale sick of picking up the pieces when tyson keeps fucking ditching his gorgeous best friend and taking advantage of their friendship so cale takes the opportunity to treat you right when set up by tyson , eventually leading to fwb because you and cale both know who you actually have feelings for even if it’s unsaid … all leading up to the eventual blowup in the locker room when cale finally snaps and brings you up when all the other guys are talking about their nightly activities and tyson loses his shit cuz who does cale think he is ! anyways this was all brought to you by fiesty cale having beef with ratty tkachuk lmao

NOOO u figured out this vibe completely cause (and cale’s perspective won't really go into the fic so let's talk abt it) cale also being kinda bitter abt tyson setting him up to fail, too?? tyson completely brushing off cale's legitimacy as an option for you, setting you and cale up with an attitude of "lmao sure that'll work,".

maybe it started with tyson literally just noticing cale blush around you, kinda, so the next time tyson gets you alone he doesn't hesitate to tell you: "cales kinda into you, d'you wanna humour him?" and being the asshole tyson is, he assumes that's exactly what you're doing when you take cale's number.

so cale fucks like he has something to prove from the jump. he's well aware it's not gonna last, so he might as well impress you while he has you, even if you aren't really interested in the romantic shit he'd maybe like to give you. he's not gonna turn down pussy from u, yk? 

and he's polite about it for a while, wears hickeys and scratches openly but lets the whistles and chirps wash over him without sparing details. he’s polite, till tyson shows up talking about the girl he’d been with after bailing on you the night before, and cale’s not thinking before cutting in with “your best friend’s great at it, y’know. took the whole thing down her throat the first night.” and maybe tyson’s dumbfounded, scoffing “shut up,” like he doesn’t believe it at all, but then cale’s angry, sick of tyson not taking him seriously in these contexts as much as he’s sick of tyson stringing you along, and the boys are well and truly listening, an entire room holding their breaths, so cale continues: “no, tys, listen, she loves it. busted on her face last night and she fuckin’ begged for more. came all over my fingers ‘till i was hard again—” and that’s when punches are thrown? aaaa

[tokycinn]

it’s me again :( this time i’m introducing jonah tanilon, ville city native & ((oblivious)) walking bad luck charm. once again, i have some necessary and some unnecessary links for him (bio, info, pinterest, playlist) and anything else worth knowing should be below the cut.

abt jonah

half filipino half white, born & raised in [redacted country]. full name is jonah tanilon but friends are free to call him jt even tho he officially left that nickname behind when he was like 16 (also nicknamed ‘jet plane’ or just ‘jet’ from that time he performed big jet plane by angus & julia stone at that high school talent show... no he didn’t win, let’s not talk about it)

raised by a good ol’ hippie-slash-rocker dad and a realist mom for the first fourteen years of his life, which were pretty decent! his parents were very clearly in love and while they didn’t have much in terms of money, they had plenty of #happiness

tw death unfortunately jonah’s dad passed away in 2010 and that really changed his entire dynamic with his mom... they were both grieving, but rather than comforting each other, they started drifting apart. each endured the pain alone while wondering why the other only seemed to care about themselves end tw

& such was the beginning of jonah’s bad luck. he used to be a big dreamer ((and he had potential in many of the paths that he pursued)) but life kept knocking him down. grades started falling which was first pinned on him going through the grieving process, but it... never... ended... and all of his early-decision college offers fell out from under his feet, business at mom’s salon started decreasing & bills became harder to pay ((again, initially pinned on only having one income as opposed to two, but...)), random bad shit started happening to him ((every pair of paints ripping in the same place (behind the left knee), spilling every cup he’s ever held in his LIFE, having ridiculous mishaps and breaking bones by doing the most mundane shit ever fr))

so... if you can’t tell....... he looks like a klutz but he’ll swear that his luck just SUCKS!!! if something bad can happen, it WILL happen to jonah tanilon!!! “hope for the best but expect the worst” mindset

that said... he’s not really a negative guy? in fact, he’s almost sickeningly optimistic because he’s kind of had to learn to find the silver lining when his life’s been so shitty for the past eleven years and counting.

not sure what his life’s purpose is - original dream was to be a rockstar & he pursued music ‘til he was around 21 but shit kept going wrong ((ordered a new guitar, it was destroyed in transit but since he didn’t have “proof” that he wasn’t the one to break it, the company wouldn’t replace it / the studio his band was recording their ep at literally burned down in the middle of the night / one of the band’s most important gigs ended up not happening because they were cut from the lineup at the last minute (the night of) and such)) so he gave up on that one...

also tried out filmography, was briefly enrolled in college as a film & cinema studies major even but ummmm some shit happened and his camera got absolutely SHATTERED while he was halfway through filming his yearly project so <333 ditched that one too. dropped out on the spot because he was so frustrated

spent some time helping his mom as a beautician at her salon ((mainly doing nails, skin treatments but occasionally doing haircuts/colorings too)) and that was... alright, but he kinda can’t stand his mom so then he left the country for a while

and now he’s back <333 been living in center point for almost a year and his luck’s been looking up more and more ((re: he has add-on 4n, in which he’s siphoning luck off of everybody he comes into contact with)), from getting a letter and a check from a public library about how he won that short-film contest 7 years ago but they forgot to send him his cash reward to being on month 5 of never paying for fast food because the person ahead of him has already paid for him

other: mommy issues / skater boy who used to have a new broken bone every two months but he’s Good! now / unmedicated adhd ((very restless, Nice Guy but short-tempered, forgetful, always tired but always awake)) / currently fostering a pair of rescue mutts that bark like crazy every time they hear the doorknob turn but they’re pretty chill other than that / wears a huge grin that gets him compared to the cheshire cat and/or the joker on the daily / inspired by jonah simms (superstore), winston (new girl), that one coffee shop owner slash former singer from hometown cha cha cha, miyake from “landscape with flatiron” by haruki murakami & some other nameless murakami protagonists

[starrysence]

chanting: SPAL BERT SPAL BERT SPAL BERT

what is???? spoon berry???? AKSJDJS IM KIDDING I LOVE SPALBERT HERE WE GO

warnings: mention of abuse + implied depression

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●ok so they both?? like? struggle w/ expressing their emotions verbally (spot a little more than albert), like in face-to-face conversation ▪modern era they wouldnt have a problem texting each other "ily" or "i love u" etc but they wont be able to say it out loud for a little while▪no problem showing physical affection tho●hoo boi are these boys physical▪what they lack in being verbal they make up for in kisses/hugs/hand holding/other stuff like that u know▪albert usually initiates physical contact bc he's so touch-starved▪when theyre both new to their relationship he does little things like hold spot's hand and trace shapes on the back of it ▪also draping his arm around spot's shoulders and running his fingers through his hair▪spot will never admit it but it drives him crazy●theyre both Very Athletic▪they just seem like the athletic type▪gonna be real i dont know SHIT about 99% of the sports on this planet so dont expect too much detail▪al loves track n dance and spot loves football▪actually al can run rlly fast it's kind of frightening▪extremely well defined muscles from dance▪def into ballet, modern, tap, jazz▪spot can hardly dance▪he knows ballroom dance bc of a class medda made him take and Thats It▪but hes really good at football▪works out. on the daily.▪al works out almost every day but some days he can barely bring himself to get out of bed and spot gets that▪al isnt one of those people who feels better after exercising bc he can barely get himself to do jt▪but he'll read a good book and listen to some nice music and thats his happy place▪sometimes he'll actually just pick spot up out of nowhere and nyoom y'know●a couple months into their relationship is when al tells spot hes adopted ▪spot is surprised bc al couldve told him earlier???? since he knows spot is adopted too▪but albert explains that he was scared bc telling someone hes adopted makes him feel like he has to tell them abt the shit his biological parents did to him

▪so spot tells him that he isnt being forced to talk about it if it makes him feel uncomfortable, and starts Panicking when albert starts crying▪hes all "did i say something wrong???" and albert shakes his head and just tells him that it means a lot that he said that▪now he is significantly ess Panicked▪and albert just like. pulls him into a hug and hes always down for that●neither of them like the snow very much●they stay inside wrapped in every blanket they can find in the house sipping hot chocolate with marshmallows in it and candy canes on the cup●spot is Ready to watch christmas movies on november 1st but al is in post-halloween denial and depression for at least the first 10 days of november▪it makes for a lot of arguments▪"i want to watch white christmas!!!!!!"▪"you can but i REFUSE"▪"can we look for a christmas tree-"▪"nOt YeT"▪spot would Actually Fight Al if he didnt love him so much●albert owns So Many sweaters▪spot does too but he loves to steal albert's▪"am i ever gonna get that back"▪"no probably not"▪"ok cool"●al is the first one to use a pet name▪spot gets really red and cant speak for like 3 minutes the first time albert calls him "babe"▪al is getting a LAUGH outta this hes never seen spot like this before▪"babe youre so cute when you blush oh my god"▪"sH ut up dasilva"▪"whatever you say babe"●spot is the first one to say "i love you"▪he gets really scared bc for a minute there albert is really quiet and just sitting there staring at his hands ▪but then he kisses spot so softly on the lips and spot's just like "o h" in the back of his mind▪and they both pull away after a few minutes and al is smiling really wide and he kisses spot's neck and whispers "i love you, too, spot"●al can bake▪spot Can Not▪spot's amazing at cooking tho▪but hes bitter bc so is albert▪it'll be al's turn to cook dinner one night and spot is eating a cookie from a batch albert baked earlier and hes just like "fuck you"▪"what?"

▪spot gestures to al with the half eaten cookie in his hand and speaks through a mouthful, "you can do both. it’s uNFAIR"▪al dies laughing ●uhhhh hh albert plays guitar and is way better at songwriting than he likes to admit ▪actually spot doesnt even know al writes song until he sees his songbook lying around and decides to look through it a lil▪he loves hearing al play with or without singing▪never hesitates to tell al how freakiNg good he sounds and albert blushes and smiles every time and replies "thanks" rlly softly▪it makes spot's heart melt. every damn time. and he cant help but just kiss his boy▪one time after al finishes playing a song he looks at spot and smiles and hes like "that one was about you"▪spot near CRIES▪ofc. kisses. he loves his bf so much▪eventually he has to be like "put the guitar away albert" so they can go further

●ngl albert proposes at 3am without entirely meaning to

▪like he has a ring n stuff but he was planning to propose on a cute date or something

▪but y'know they cant sleep so theyre in bed talking 

▪"you know what, spot?"

▪"what?"

▪"we should totally get married one day. like. it would be so cool. sean and albert conlon-dasilva"

▪"did you just. actually fucking propose to me at," he turns to check the clock and then turns back to face albert, "3:16 in the fucking morning"

▪albert turns around to grab the ring box out of his nightstand and turns back to face spot before opening it

▪".......yes"

▪what a disaster

▪spot loves him

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here u go juls!!!!!! this got really long ajshdsjs so i hope u like it

-sanj 💕

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