#this and last weeks party I’ve joked and talked quite a bit with one of my flat mates

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

It’s interesting being at a party and dancing with a majority of guys bc one of them (at least) knows I’m not into guys so that’s just fun but the rest is kinda up in the air

[aflame4goinghome]

Antithesis

j.t.k x reader & j.m.k. x reader

part II

word count: 7.5k

warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!! fluff, swearing, drinking, a little bit of name calling, cheating *kind of* SMUT: flirting, kissing, sexually implicit language, touching, dirty talk, slight voyeurism, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving & m. receiving), unprotected sex, biting, degradation kink if you squint, cum play (just a little bit, ok?)

a/n: aaaand i’m back! sorry that i’ve been gone so long… getting ready to graduate college is no joke! but i worked really hard on this one, so i hope you all enjoy :)

listen to the official playlist on Spotify here

read part one here

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It’s been a little over a week since your encounter with Jake, and it has yet to desert the back of your mind. It plagues you, like some sort of nightmare that you can’t seem to wake up from. Luckily for you, you haven’t had to see him too much since his party, since you and Josh had spent the Christmas holiday apart. The two of you were still a relatively new couple, if you could even call it that, and weren’t remotely serious enough to meet each other’s parents, at least in your opinion. He didn’t seem to mind too much, however, and he and his brothers went back to Michigan for the holiday. 

Despite the much-needed distance, your dilemma with Jake was still all you could think about. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could feel was Jake’s cold, calloused hands on your skin, giving you a feeling of euphoria that you had yet to experience before. And even if you wanted to forget about it (which you didn’t), it seems as though he won’t let you. Much to your surprise, you received a call from an unknown number late Christmas Eve after you’ve already tucked yourself into bed in your childhood bedroom at your parents’ house.

“Merry Christmas, sunshine.”

You swallow deeply. “Jake…?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he replies, “The one and only.” His voice is deep and husky, slurring his words together slightly. You can tell that he’s had plenty to drink.

You roll your eyes and ask, “How did you get my number?” 

“I have my ways… A gentleman never reveals his secrets.” He utters, with confidence dripping off his words like honey. You scoff at him but say nothing. He speaks again, a bit more hushed than before.

“You been thinkin’ about me, baby? I know I’ve been thinkin’ about you.” The hoarseness of his voice on the other line is enough to make your knees buckle, but you’d never let him know that. 

“Definitely not,” you say, lying through your teeth. “You’re the last thing that would ever be on my mind, actually.” You hear him chuckle to himself.

“Yeah? Thinkin’ about my brother, then?” he jests, seeing right through you.

“And what if I am?” you reply, refusing to back down.

“He can’t handle you, sunshine. He doesn’t have it in him,” he says, and you can practically hear the annoyance in his voice.

“And you think you can? Is that it?” you scoff, starting to grow tired of his games.

“Why don’t you tell me? I seemed to handle you quite well the last time we saw each other, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he says, his voice in almost a low whisper now. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t affect you. You were under his spell, and he knew it.

“Goodnight, Jake,” you reply, a smile apparent in your voice, then hang up the phone. You stare at his phone number for a moment before creating a new contact, naming it “Bane Of My Existence,” then close your phone, set it on your bedside table, and go to sleep.

That was a week ago, and you’ve been able to avoid your dilemma since then. But now, with New Year's Eve tonight, they’ve all returned for a “night of revelry,” as Josh called it. As excited as you are to spend New Year’s Eve with Josh, you’re fearful of what’s to come if you find yourself alone with Jake again. You hope that it won’t get to that point, and you’re going to do your best to avoid it at all costs.

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Luckily, Josh was hosting the party this time, which made you feel slightly less nervous. He got home from his trip yesterday morning, so he took the two of you out on a date last night and you stayed over to help him prepare for the party. Even though you didn’t need to be there that early to set up, you enjoyed the excuse to spend some extra time alone with him. You hope that the more time you spend with Josh, the easier it will be to forget about your previous intoxicated lapse of judgment with his twin.

You wake up, rolling over in bed to face him, He’s still asleep, laying on his back with his hands on his chest, snoring ever-so-slightly. You know that the snoring is thanks to his very deviated septum, which he refuses to get surgery for. Josh told you that Jake had gotten his fixed last year and it got rid of his snoring completely. He won’t get it done, though- he’s convinced that it would “ruin his angelic singing voice.” You rolled your eyes at him that day, but it was something that you admired about him: his dedication to his art. 

Despite the band being Jake’s idea at the start, singing has slowly become Josh’s entire life, that much has been obvious to you. He puts his entire heart and soul into it, sometimes at the expense of his health and well-being. He tends to push himself too far, but in the past year, it’s clear that he’s learning from his mistakes. This new tour meant new beginnings and better habits for him, and you couldn’t be prouder.

You reach your hand over to him gently, pushing some of his curls back and out of his face. Josh’s eyes begin to flutter open and land on you as a smile creeps across his face.

“I could get used to this,” he mutters with a smirk, his voice sounding groggy after just waking up.

“Don’t get too comfortable now,” you joke, running your fingers through his hair as you gaze at him with a smile. 

“If you’re not careful, I just might,” he says, his smile widening as he begins to sit up. Your cheeks turn pink at his words and you try to look down to avoid any teasing. 

“So…” you say with a smile, “You wanna go get some coffee?”

“You read my mind, darling,” he says, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on your lips and grins. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

You roll your eyes and turn around to get out of bed, heading toward the bathroom to get ready for the day. But first, you turn around and quip back, “Because I always like to go get coffee? No other reasons?”

“Oh, I could list plenty of other reasons, lover…” he answers, walking toward you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “Want me to show you?”

You swear your heart stopped right then and there. His eyes had darkened as he looked down at you with a smirk, and you could already feel his morning wood against your abdomen. No, no- you had to stay focused (for now). Your cheeks flush and you clear your throat, trying not to appear too flustered. “Coffee first,” you say, smiling softly as you meet his eyes before grabbing your overnight back from the floor and heading into the bathroom.

You quickly shut the door behind you and rest your back against it, taking in a deep breath. You were way in over your head with the Kiszkas, and you knew it. You take a look in the mirror, seeing how disheveled you looked from your night’s sleep. You’re not sure how Josh could still be attracted to you, even when you looked like such a mess, but you know the answer to that question was one that you’re not quite ready for yet.

You quickly brush your teeth and braid your hair loosely down your back, leaving out a few strands around your face. You take off Josh’s old Greta Van Fleet t-shirt that he gave you to sleep in last night and throw on your oversized college sweatshirt and a pair of light-colored jeans. When you go to open the bathroom door, Josh is sitting on the bed, waiting for you. He had put on his favorite Sherpa jacket and some khaki pants. He must have gone to get ready in the spare bathroom downstairs since his hair looked neat and his face was freshly washed. He turns his head as he hears the door open, smiling as he catches sight of you.

“There she is,” he says, standing up and walking over to you. You smile at him, holding his shirt in your hands.

“I should probably give this back…” you mutter, holding it out for him to take. Instead, he shakes his head and gently pushes your hand downward.

“Nuh-uh. That’s yours now,” he says with a proud smile. “It doesn’t fit me anymore. Besides, you look much better in it anyway.” You blush, meeting his gaze. “Okay.”

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Josh heads down the stairs and you follow closely after him, sliding on your sneakers before heading out the door toward his car. He unlocks the car with his keys and opens the door for you before rounding the car and getting into the driver’s seat. He turns the car on and the radio starts blaring, causing Josh to quickly hit the Bluetooth button on the screen.

“You wanna put something on?” he asks. You’ve been in his car plenty of times by now, but you’d never really had the opportunity to control the music before, as he usually would have something on before you got in the car. The corners of your lips turn into a small smile as you nod, connecting your phone to his car’s Bluetooth.

You decide to put on your 60s and 70s playlist, knowing that he’d probably enjoy anything that might come on from there. As the opening notes of a familiar song start to play as he pulls out of the driveway, you can already tell that your intuition was right.

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You’d be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much 

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

A smirk appears on his lips as he looks over at you, clearly happy with your song choice. He nods his head along with a smile as he drives to your favorite coffee shop in downtown Nashville. As the next verse starts, though, he begins to sing along.

Pardon the way that I stare

There’s nothing to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

He turns his head to meet your gaze, winking at you before turning back to the road.

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it’s real

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You giggle at his attempt at a serenade as the chorus gears up, deciding to join in with him. He places his right hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he smiles brightly, sneaking glances every chance he gets.

I love you, baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm a lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust me when I say

You can’t help but look at him with the biggest smile on your face. You knew then and there that if anyone knew you the best, it would be Josh. Despite whatever your romantic relationship was, this man is your best friend. He gets you more than anyone else does. You place your hand on his, which is still planted on your thigh. 

Oh, pretty baby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby

Let me love you

You finally arrive at the coffee shop and pull into a parking space at the front. Josh puts the car in park and turns to notice that you’re already looking at him, smiling from ear to ear.

“What?” he asks, smiling at you.

“Nothing- just you,” you answer.

“You growing soft on me, darlin’?” he jokes, reaching over to brush some of your stray hairs behind your ear.

“Yeah, maybe I am,” you say, leaning into his hand as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. He smiles wide and brings your face to his, kissing you. You smile against his lips as he pulls you closer to him, brushing your tongue against his bottom lip as if to ask permission for its entry. He opens his mouth slightly, allowing your tongue to slip past his lips and meet his own, causing him to let out a low groan. Before you get the chance to pull him closer to you, he ends the kiss, keeping his face mere inches away from yours.

“If we keep going like that, then we’re not gonna make it inside that coffee shop, baby,” he whispers, stroking your cheek before turning to open his door, then going around the front of the car and opening yours. You try to get rid of the flush of your cheeks as you exit the car and enter the cafe, taking Josh’s hand in yours.

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You both got your coffee and then went to run some errands to get ready for this party. You stopped at the party store for some decorations, the grocery store for snacks and ingredients for appetizers, and the liquor store to get a few bottles of champagne and stock up on tequila. Before you know it, it’s nearly 5 p.m. and it’s time to start getting ready. Josh knew that it would take you a while, so he opted to shower first and then went downstairs to start cooking the famous dish that he makes for every party- jalapeño poppers with a secret dipping sauce that he won’t share with anyone, not even with you. Cooking skills are well beyond your expertise, so you just let him enjoy it on his own.

You finish up in the shower and wrap one of Josh’s soft, white towels around your body, tucking it in on the top corner. You tap your watch to check the time, which you left sitting on the counter, which reads 6:12 p.m. The guests are supposed to be arriving around 8, so you luckily have enough time for now, but Josh did warn you that his brothers will likely arrive early. You go to plug in your hair dryer, then begin drying your hair. Your mom had just gifted you one of those fancy hair dryers for Christmas that curls your hair as you dry it, and you finally have an excuse to test it out. 

After a while of drying, thanks to the thickness and length of your hair, you finally achieve the style you were hoping for, a blowout with a beautiful curl to it. You spray in a bit of hairspray, then start on your makeup. You lay on your base makeup and then add in some light silver eyeshadow, just enough to make your eyes sparkle. You apply eyeliner, just enough to line your eyes tightly, then put on a layer of mascara. You put on dark red lipstick then pick up your watch from the counter: 6:58 p.m. Still plenty of time to spare. You head out of the bathroom to get dressed. 

You walk to Josh’s closet to take your dress off its hanger. It was a tight silver sequined dress, hitting around the middle of your thighs. It has thin straps and a square neckline, which didn’t show too much cleavage but definitely didn’t leave that much to the imagination. You put it on, then slip on your black heels and go downstairs to find Josh.

You turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs and walk toward the kitchen. You see Josh in front of the oven, putting his jalapeño popper in to bake. He’s wearing a white sweater with a pair of gray dress pants and black loafers. As he hears the cadence of your heels, he turns around and leans his side against the counter, not taking his eyes off of you for a second as he watches you approach him. A smile spreads across his face as you get closer, then he reaches his arms out and places his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. 

“Oh, you look delicious, baby…” he says, capturing your lips in his. It’s quick and almost impatient- you can tell that you picked the right dress. With his hands still on your waist, he flips you both around so that your lower back rests against the kitchen counter. His hands slide down to grip your ass and he lets out a low groan as he pulls you closer to him. 

“I should cancel this party right now, keep you all to myself,” he mumbles as his lips start to pepper kisses along our jawline and down your neck. “It’s not too late, you know, I’ll call everyone right now…” You lean your head back as he continues his assault on your neck, a small whimper leaving your mouth as you feel him suck one of the sensitive spots on your skin. But unfortunately for you, amidst your heated interaction with Josh, neither of you heard the front door swing open.

“It seems like I might be interrupting something,” you hear a deep voice say from behind Josh. You sigh as Josh frantically lets go of you and turns around to see none other than his twin brother staring back at him with a smirk spread across his face.

You feel your breath catch in your chest as you see Jake standing at the kitchen's threshold. His eyes are hidden underneath his usual dark sunglasses, but you know they’re locked on you- you can feel it. You take a moment to watch him as Josh walks over to greet him. He’s wearing a pair of black dress pants paired with his usual black Chelsea boots. On top, he’s opted for a dark red button-up, with a few buttons undone at the top as always, and the sleeves are rolled up just below his elbows. 

You hear Sam and Danny walk in through the front door, and Josh goes to greet them in the foyer. It sounds like they ask him to help carry in snacks and drinks from the car. They all exit the house, leaving just you and Jake in the kitchen. You watch as he takes his sunglasses off and slips them into the small pocket in his shirt, his eyes still locked with yours. Suddenly, as he goes to approach you, they seem to wander downward, taking in every inch of you before he’s only less than a foot away and meets your gaze once again.

“At this point, I have no choice but to think that you must be doing this on purpose,” he says, leaning his arm onto the counter next to you, allowing his left hand to ghost slightly over your arm. 

Your eyes go from where his hand nearly connects with your skin, then up to meet his eyes. “Doing what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“You know exactly what… You wear that little number just for me, sweetheart?” he says, his voice sounding graveling and hoarse. You swallow harshly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, your eyes falling to his lips before quickly snapping yourself out of it.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Knowing exactly how to get my attention…” he whispers, leaning in slightly so that his mouth is mere centimeters away from your ear. “Do you like that, baby? Knowing that I’m looking at you, and only you?”

You feel your cheeks start to heat up at his words. You take a deep breath and mutter out a quiet “Yes.” He smiles a crooked smile, and you can still feel his breath on the shell of your ear.

“That’s what I thought. Craving attention, like the filthy whore you are.” He chuckles under his breath when he hears the quiet whimper that comes out of you at his degrading words, and then brushes your hair back slightly to place a soft kiss behind your ear. “You don’t have to try so hard to get my attention, sunshine… all you had to do was ask.”

With that, he backs away from you, turning around and then heading into the dining room to make himself a drink, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Your chest is heaving slightly from the adrenaline, your heart is beating ten times fast, and you can feel your arousal start to drip down your thigh. You opted out of wearing any underwear this evening, which you now know was a huge mistake. 

Finally, Josh, Sam, and Danny reemerge from outside, carrying cases of beer and grocery bags. You greet them and smile shyly at Josh as he sets the bags down and walks over to you, wrapping one around your waist. As you catch Jake’s eyes in the mirror above the bar cart and notice the mischievous look that starts to creep over his face, you know that you’re about to be in for a long night.

You wait for Jake to desert the bar cart and find a seat at the kitchen island before walking over to make yourself a very strong drink, which you know you’re going to need. You pour yourself what seems to be about two shots of tequila before adding some soda water. The guests have begun to arrive now, trickling in slowly, and as social as you typically are, you didn’t really feel like you were in the mood for the same old small talk. “How’s the tour?” “What’s in store next for the band?” It’s always the same questions, and as much as Josh loves to answer them and talk about his art, you didn’t have it in you to stand there quietly and nod along. And then, as though someone had read your mind, a soft voice calling your name broke you from your trance.

“Y/N, hey,” you turn your head to see Sam standing in front of you. You offer him a soft smile, silently thanking him for saving you from your thoughts. 

“Hey, Sam,” you answer, straightening your back, trying not to seem as absent as you so clearly were. You watch as he walks up next to you, taking the bottle opener from the bar cart and popping off the bottlecap from his beer, then setting it back down. 

“D’you wanna go hang out in the living room with me? You look a bit bored, and Daniel’s already ditched me for some chick,” he chuckles to himself, then takes a swig of his beer before continuing. “We could put a record on, I’ll even let you choose.” You giggle a bit and look up at him for a moment. “Sure.”

The two of you walk through the dining room into the living room, where a few people have already started to congregate. You see Jake in the corner of the room speaking to who you know to be one of their producers, his back leaning against the wall with his whiskey glass in his hand. You immediately shake it off and opt to ignore him.

Sam sits down on one of the loveseats, leaning back against the cushion. You walk over to Josh’s record player and sift through his record collection, trying to find the perfect one for the occasion. After searching for a moment, a smile grows on your face as you pull out Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. You take the vinyl out of its protective sleeve and place it gingerly on the turntable, then lift the arm and place the needle delicately on the edge of the record.

 As Second Hand News begins to play, you walk back toward the loveseat and sit down next to Sam. He’s wearing a toothy grin, and says “Good choice, Y/N,” then takes another sip of his beer. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, then look back up at his face and smile at him. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, and he was certainly sweet- though, not your type. You subtly turn around to see if Jake is watching, and you’re immediately met with his eyes piercing through you. This will definitely do the trick.

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After a few hours of sitting and chatting with Sam, and several more tequila sodas, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. Josh had popped in every once and a while to check in on you, sometimes choosing a record to put on, then going back to whoever he was talking to. He knew you didn’t need him to hover over you, you could handle socializing without him. Besides, he had never asked you to be his girlfriend, so who would he introduce you as to his colleagues anyway? It was less complicated to just keep to yourself. 

Or, keep to Sam, if you’re being specific. The two of you talked for hours, just about traveling and the outdoors and his garden. You knew Jake was watching, and every once and a while, you’d touch Sam’s arm while you spoke just to get Jake riled up, and you knew it was working. 

You head upstairs to use the bathroom and decide to use Josh’s master bathroom instead of the main one, to check on your makeup and have a few moments to yourself. You finally break the seal, and as you stand up from the toilet, you feel your head rush a bit- a sure sign that you’ve clearly had enough to drink. You fix your makeup, reapply your lipstick, and then run your hands through your hair a bit to get out any kinks. 

You pull your phone out of your purse and see the time: 10:27 p.m. Still a decent amount of time until midnight. As you slip your phone back into your purse, you hear the outer door to the bedroom open and shut. You open the bathroom door and step out to find Josh approaching you.

“Hey, baby,” he says, a slight slur in his voice giving you the impression that he's had a few to drink himself. “I was wondering where you went off to… was worried about you.” He slips his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh, I’m alright, don’t worry,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. “Just needed to powder my nose.” You let out a little giggle at the phrase, which brings a big smile to his face.

“Well, you look beautiful, darling,” he says, kissing your cheek again, then trailing his lips down, peppering soft kisses along your jaw. “Been thinking about you all night, you know.”

You smirk as you lean your head back slightly to give him more access to your neck. “You have?” you jest, bringing one of your hands down to grip his shoulder for stability as he starts to suck lightly on the skin of your neck.

“Of course I have… Haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you in this dress, baby… We didn’t get to finish what we started earlier, did we?” he mumbles against your skin as he guides you toward his bed. The warmth of his breath against your neck is enough to get you aroused, especially combined with all the alcohol in your system, and you already feel the wetness pooling between your thighs. 

You grab the collar of his sweater and pull him into you as your back falls onto the bed, capturing his lips in yours. His hands grip your ass firmly before his right hands slides between your legs. When he finally notices your lack of underwear, he lets out a low groan and leans back down to kiss you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, his voice dripping in lust, “You do this for me?” He runs his fingers through your wetness as he attacks your neck again, causing you to let out a small moan as you nod “yes” and reach your hands down to start undoing his belt. You can already feel that he’s ridiculously hard, and your intoxicated state is causing you to be a bit more impatient than usual.

“I need you, Josh. Need you so bad,” you whine, which makes him groan loudly against your neck. You use your hands to pull him onto the bed more before pushing him to the other side, with him lying on his back. You quickly hike your dress up over your hips before crawling back onto the bed agilely now with the increased freedom from your tight dress. After gently tapping the side of Josh’s thigh, he get the message and lifts his hips up off the bed, allowing you to shimmy his pants and boxers down just enough so they sit resting at his mid-thigh.

You position yourself at the bottom of the bed, taking Josh’s thick, hardened cock in your hands, pumping it a few times before taking him slowly into your mouth. He lets out a deep, guttural groan as he watches you take him completely down your throat. “God, you look so fuckin’ sexy like that,” he utters, bringing his hand down to brush your hair out of your face and then holding it all in his fist as you bob your head up and down. He throws his head back as you ease him all the way to the back of your throat, but then quickly pulls you off of him. “If you keep going, I’m not gonna last, baby. Need to feel you,” he says, pulling you up to straddle him.

You place your right hand on the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss as your other hand works to align yourself with him, letting the straps of your dress sling down your arms. Finally, you slowly sink down on him, letting out a moan that’s much louder than you intended. You kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue past his lips and joining his as you start to lift your hips slowly, then bring them back down. 

“Fuck, that’s it, darling’. Just like that,” he moans, gripping your hip tightly with his left hand as the other finds your breast now pouring out of your dress. He squeezes it softly, then rolls your nipple between his fingers, causing you to let out another moan. His lips find your neck and travel downward, sucking harsh bites into your collarbone. You pick up the pace on top of him, throwing your head back as the feeling of his lips on your neck and his cock throbbing inside of you begin to throw you completely out of orbit.

Josh starts to thrust upwards into you, meeting you halfway as you become a blubbering mess for him. “Oh, fuck Josh, right there,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as the euphoric feeling takes over. He takes that moment to flip the both of you over, then swiftly tucking his dick back into you and takings your lips in his. You whine loudly, which is barely being muffled inside the walls of his mouth, but you don’t care.

You could tell by his uncontrolled thrusts that he was getting close, and you knew that with both of you having had as much to drink as you had, this wasn’t going to last long. He groans loudly into your mouth one final time before, pulling out of you and straddling your torso quickly, holding himself up with one hand on his headboard behind you. Hunched over you, you place kisses along his abdomen as he throws his head back with a groan and finishes on your chest. 

He brings his head down to rest on top of yours, leaving a soft kiss on top of your head before getting up. As he stands up next to the bed, he looks down at you, admiring the sight of you lying on his bed, with your dress now only left covering your mid section. “My god, you are exquisite… could put this view in a fucking museum,” he mutters, leaning over you and grasping one of your breasts in his hand, spreading his cum across them. He groans as his hands caress you, bringing his lips down to kiss you. Finally, he pulls his pants up slightly, retreating to the bathroom to get a wet hand towel to clean you off before the both of you redress for the rest of the party.

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JAKE’S POV

You excuse yourself to go get another drink, then walk over to the dining room. As you pour yourself another glass of whiskey, you wonder how many you’d reached- was it four? Maybe five? It doesn’t matter. You take a long sip before returning to the living room, then notice that she’s gone. You swear she was just here. Sam was still there on the couch, thank God. You knew that she was hanging all over him to get under your skin, and it makes your blood boil to admit that she was succeeding. 

You set your glass down on a side table and then venture upstairs in hopes of finding her alone. She was no match for your charm, no matter how hard she fought you on it. But as you climb the stairs and take a look around, you can’t help but notice noises coming from Josh’s bedroom. 

Out of curiosity, you slowly creep closer to the door, and the sound that you find coming from the room makes your heart nearly stop beating. It’s her, you know it’s her- but she’s not alone. 

“Oh, fuck Josh, right there,” you hear her exclaim, sending shivers down your spine. Despite the sounds being for your brother, all you can think about is how you can get her to make those noises for you. You’d never admit it out loud, but you’d do anything to feel her underneath you again, to be the one coaxing those moans out of her. 

Just the idea of it sends half the blood from your brain straight down to your dick, you can’t control it. You feel yourself strain against the material of your pants as you listen to her whine on the other side of the door. You slowly palm your erection through your pants, just to find some relief and get it under control, but you realize that it’s much more serious than you thought. 

With that, you pull yourself away, heading into the bathroom in the hallway at the top of the stairs. You quickly shut the door and lock it behind you. As you approach the mirror, you almost don’t recognize the man staring back at you. Who are you, to let some girl get the best of you like this? Not only that, but the aspect of her being off-limits makes it even more appealing. Whatever, you’re nothing if not a masochist. You’ve found yourself in trickier situations than this in your lifetime.

You reach down and try to ease your erection away again as you hear the distant sound of a door shutting. Curiosity takes control, and you unlock the door and stick your head out, seeing your brother threading his belt back together, bouncing down the stairs, and turning the corner toward the kitchen. You shut off the light and crack the door open now, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to inevitably come out.

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YOUR POV

Thanks to Josh’s help, you have to fix your makeup again, so he heads downstairs first without you while you go back into his bathroom to freshen up. As you finish up, you check your phone one last time: 11:29 p.m. Better get going, you thought.

You open the door to Josh’s room and step out into the hallway, shutting it behind you. You walk toward the steps, but before you’re able to start your descent, you feel two strong, calloused hands pull you back into the hallway bathroom. The figure shuts the door, leaning your back against it as they flick the light on and you’re suddenly face to face with a very inebriated Jake Kiszka.

“Was curious about where you ran off to… now I know. Dirty girl,” he mutters, reaching down to sweep a piece of your hair out of your eyes. You let out a quiet sigh as you looked up at him, realizing that he’d heard you.

“Where I ran off to is none of your business, for the record,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. He ignores your jaggedness and continues.

“First, you flirt with my little brother right in front of me all evening, Then you sneak away to fuck my twin brother, during his own party, knowing that I could find you there.” He brings his hand up to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek softly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were trying to make me jealous…”

You look up at him, answering smartly, “What would you say if I was?” A smirk washes over his face at your answer, and you hate that you’re feeding right into his ego, but the alcohol in your system doesn’t seem to care. 

“I told you earlier, sweetheart- If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask,” he says, leaning down to brush his nose against your cheek, then whispering directly into your ear. “But now you’ve got me all worked up… And we can’t have that, can we? You can’t just tease me in public like that and expect me to let you get away with it.”

Your breath grows shaky as the feeling of his mouth so close to you starts to intoxicate you. “What are you going to do?” you ask.

“I think I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, sunshine…” he answers, bringing his hands down to your hips and guiding you over to the sink, resting your back against the cold marble. He leans in once more, resting his lips against the shell of your ear. “If you’re going to act like a slut, then I am going to treat you like one.”

With that, his hands turn you around, bending you over the sink. You plant your hands firmly on either side of the counter, panting slightly from the anticipation as your eyes meet his in the mirror. His lips meet your shoulder, placing soft kisses there then slowly down your back. His left hand rests on your hip while his right is planted firmly on the small of your back, keeping you bent over in just the way he wants. You’ve never been handled by a man like this before, and you’re not complaining.

You feel his hands slowly slide your dress up over your ass to rest on your hips, much like your encounter with Josh not long ago. But Josh is long gone from your mind now- all you can think about is the feeling of Jake’s breath on your skin as he plants agonizingly slow kisses on your thighs.

 As Jake sees your core, bare and open to him underneath your dress, he lets out a deep groan. “Fucking filthy. I knew it,” he mumbles, then sucks a love bite on your asscheek, placing a soft kiss afterward. He brings his face back up to meet your gaze in the mirror once again.

He pulls your hair over your left shoulder then starts sucking the sensitive part of your neck as his fingers start to run through your folds. His eyes look up to meet yours in the mirror as he removes his lips from you for a second.

“He didn’t make you cum, did he, sweetheart?” he asks, kissing your shoulder as his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow circles against it. You bite your lip to stifle the moan that almost erupted from deep inside your chest and then shake your head “No.”

“No, he didn’t, did he? Left that job to me, huh?” he mumbles against your skin. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take good care of you.”

Jake crouches back down and then spreads your cheeks apart, letting out a low groan as he plants a wet kiss right on your folds and immediately dives in. You have to steady yourself from the sudden movement and quiet your moans with a bite of your lip as he attacks your core from behind you.

He makes quick work of you as his tongue pleasures your pussy, licking deep inside and making you feel like never before. His right hand wraps around you and makes quick circles around your clit, causing you to let out a quiet moan. He groans against your core at the sound and palms himself through his pants as he gets you closer and closer to your climax. As he hears your noises become less and less controlled, he can tell you’re close. 

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my face like the dirty whore you are, you know I want it,” he says quickly before diving back into you. His pace quickens even more and before you know it, you feel your orgasm crashing over you. It’s like something you’d never felt before, it erupts from you before you can even see it coming and you can’t stop it. Jake coaxes you through it, helping you down from it. 

You finally come down from your high, you turn around to face him and find his face completely soaked. You gasp at the sight before pulling him up and capturing his lips with yours, tasting yourself as your tongue slips into his mouth. He moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to him. You feel his hard cock against your core, straining against his pants, causing you to whine against his lips. 

You pull away from him, resting your forehead on his. “Jake…” you say, resting your hands around his waist. “Let me make you feel good…” Your eyes meet his and you can see the internal battle happening in his head as he shakes his head and shows you his watch. 11:54. 

Shit. You had to go, and he knew it. Your eyes soften as you look up at him. “I’m sorry,” you utter as he backs away from you, allowing you to exit the bathroom. You unlock the door, pull it open, and then turn around to look at him one more time. There’s a look in his eye that you can’t place, but you don’t have the time to ask him about it at this moment. 

You rush down the stairs to find all the partygoers in the living room, watching the ball-drop countdown on Josh’s flatscreen TV. You see Josh, leaning against the wall near the dining room holding his drink, by himself. Your heart sank a bit knowing that he was alone and didn’t know where you were, but it didn’t matter now.

“Hi, baby, sorry it took me so long,” you say, wrapping your arm around his waist. He looks over at you, a smile growing on his face. “I had a lot more to drink tonight than I thought, so I had to take a couple more minutes to collect myself.”

“That’s okay, darlin’. I’m just glad you're here now, you’re just in time,” he says with a grin, placing a soft kiss on your cheek as you both turn to watch the TV.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Happy New Year!

As the clock hits midnight, Josh wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you in for a long kiss. You cup both of his cheeks with your hands as you both share a special New Year’s kiss. As he finally pulls away, you can’t help but notice Jake across the room, standing alone with his eyes locked on you. You watch as he picks up his half-drank glass of whiskey and downs the rest of it, slamming it back down on the table and then walking out of the room to the kitchen. 

That’s when you knew that you were way over your head. You’re not sure how you can appease one twin without hurting the other. You realize that it all goes much deeper than you knew, and whatever you had with Jake wasn’t going away anytime soon. You know you have to face it head-on. But where will that lead you? You’ll likely end up breaking somebody’s heart, but whose will it be? If you’re not careful, it might be your own.

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Okay, so. Yesterday I made a post that promised a fairly quick follow-up, but then I got so anxious about the situation that I deliberately ignored it for an entire weekend. Luckily there were ample distractions in the form of NextUp streams from Edinburgh and pictures on the internet of John Oliver performing at The Stand in the Year Of Our Lord 2024. What a time to be alive. It’s been quite a weekend. I’ve watched some excellent comedy shows, a few shit comedy shows, so I can now say I’ve had a more well-rounded Edinburgh experience, that’s all good. And now that I’ve let the initial surprise from yesterday morning sink in for a day, I can go back to it.

To explain what happened, I need to bring up another previous post I’ve made, this one from about six weeks ago. I was going to make this a reblog of that post because it’s basically an update to it, but that whole post is so long and talks about some things that aren’t relevant here. So instead, I’ll just copy-paste the relevant bits from this post that I made in mid-July, after listening to The Bugle episode 4311, which had just come out:

The reason I’m writing this post is to call attention to this exchange, from fairly early into the episode: Andy Zaltzman: I’d like the Republican Party to become a serious political organization again. That’s right up there with my absolute top pipe dreams, along with eternal peace; guilt-free foie gras; a functioning rail network; compulsory lanyards for all – everywhere, all the time, so we don’t have to remember anyone’s name; a ceasefire in the culture wars – and an equitable and lasting ceasefire, not just one that bumps all the problems down the road, [cough] Versailles; competent top-level administration that safeguards the future of Test cricket for at least the next 4,000 years; and having a head like an orange. Those are my top pipe dreams. Chris Addison: [laughs] That’s a very, very good – very in-joke.

That is an excerpt from Bugle episode 4311, released on July 16 but recorded on July 15, 2024. Now I would like to draw your attention to an excerpt from a questionnaire that sketch comedy duo Zaltzman and Oliver filled out about their 2004 Edinburgh Festival show, published on BBC.co.uk on July 28, 2004: If the Edinburgh fairy could grant your wish, what would your wish for? AZ: A head like an orange. JO: A head like an orange.

Here’s the important thing about those two quotes: I have carefully combed through the entire individual and combined back catalogues of Andy Zaltzman and John Oliver, and I am pretty confident that those are the only two references ever made to having a head like an orange. This includes within the two sources – I have quoted the entire relevant passage both times, there is no context around it to explain what the hell they’re talking about. They made this joke one time in 2004, I read that questionnaire ages ago and wondered what they were talking about, and now they’d done it again, nearly exactly 20 years later. Like, within two weeks of being exactly twenty years later. And they will not tell us what they mean. Now, it is possible that I’m just forgetting something here. The fact that Chris Addison recognized the joke in 2024, and that it apparently originated in 2004, makes me wonder if it could have been from The Department, the radio show that Andy Zaltzman, John Oliver, and Chris Addison wrote and starred in together in 2004-2006. I’ve heard every episode of that show a few times each and I don’t remember anything about a head like an orange, but it was pretty dense writing so I could have missed it. The other possibility is that this is something from Political Animal, the stand-up night that Zaltzman and Oliver ran in London/in Edinburgh during the festival, starting in 2003. They’d host it and other comedians would come on to do exclusively political stand-up material, and I know Chris Addison was one of the people who performed there a lot in the early days (Andy, you need to re-start Political Animal in 2024, just so you can make Chris Addison do a set). Some of this got recorded for BBC Radio 4 as well, and there were a lot of weird Zaltzman and Oliver sketches that appeared in the radio show in between the guests, and someone having and/or wanting a head like an orange seems like the sort of thing that could have happened in one of those sketches. I don’t remember it happening, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard that show, so it could have been in there. Even if it never appeared on the radio show, my best guess for the origin of the Orange Mystery is that it was some inside joke from their many Political Animal live shows that didn’t get recorded.

I really want to know this now. I wanted to know before, that 2004 questionnaire is one of my favourite of the weird little Zaltzman and Oliver historical relics. But I want to know even more now that it’s been referenced for only the second ever that I can remember, twenty years later, and we have confirmation that Chris Addison knows what it means. But he’s not telling. And neither is Andy. I mean, they didn’t tell us, there. Didn’t say they’d never tell. I do pay The Bugle approximately $28/month – by far my most expensive monthly direct debit (well over twice the amount that I pay every month for any other one thing, besides, you know, rent and bills), even though I keep telling myself I need to be careful with money and should probably cancel that one because I can’t quite afford it, but I’ve taken so much free entertainment from Andy Zaltzman that it feels like the least I owe him. The point is that because I pay this much money, I am a premium subscriber who can access their monthly show in which Andy answers questions submitted by listeners. I just recently wrote a post about how I tend to be horrifically embarrassed by the thought of interacting with comedians I like, normally I’d never do this. But I’m thinking I might, in this case. It’s a reasonable question, isn’t it? Why does Andy Zaltzman want a head like an orange? I might send that in. Interacting with famous comedians does feel slightly more justified if I've paid for the privilege.

It originated way too early to be a Trump joke, no one was talking about his orange head in 2004. I keep trying to picture a head like an orange, in the hopes that that that will jog my memory of some other time when that image has been in my head, perhaps due to some other reference that I’d heard Zaltzman and Oliver make to it. But every time I think of it, all I can picture is the curious orange from This Morning with Richard Not Judy, and that’s not it. I have never heard Zaltzman and/or Oliver reference Lee and/or Herring, I can’t imagine they’d start with this. My only other vague guess is maybe a joke about the colour of Andy’s hair? But why? @lastweeksshirttonight @nyomkitten @bimwi, any of the Tumblr Buglers recognize this? Can any of you read this post and say, "How on Earth is Meerkats forgetting the very obvious [old Bugle episode in which they clearly explain their in-joke about a head like an orange, which I am somehow the only idiot who can't remember]?" Because if none of you tell me that's the case, then I'm emailing Andy Zaltzman to ask. Well, I'm emailing Producer Chris, and I'll just have to hope he puts the question to Andy. Edit: Okay, I've been informed that apparently there is an old joke about a man wishing for a head like an orange from a genie? I'd never heard it before but a guy I know from England told me it was quite well known (and showed me a link to an American site, so apparently they had it there too, not just a UK thing). I had never heard of this. Am I the only person who'd never heard of this? It hadn't occurred to me that Andy Zaltzzman would be referencing a joke he hadn't invented.

Amazingly, the indented portions above (split into multiple indents because for some reason Tumblr puts a limit on how many characters you can indent at a time) is the shortened version of the too-long post I made six weeks ago after listening to that Bugle episode. The initial post was up for maybe an hour or so before my friend in London read it, and messaged me to tell me about that old joke, and after that I edited the post to include that.

Here's the thing. In that hour between when I made the post and when I was told about the genie joke... I did actually email The Bugle. I don't know what that seemed like a good idea, given how incredibly overwhelmed I get by the idea of comedians I like knowing I exist. I was honestly quite sure it would not get read - they put out one Ask Andy episode per month, they're each about 20 minutes long, Andy answers maybe 6 or 7 questions each time. The Bugle has quite a big listenership, so they much get far, far more emails than that. I did not expect to hear about my question again, and in fact quickly forgot that I'd even sent it.

Until yesterday, when the August Ask Andy episode appeared in my podcast feed, so I put it on. About halfway through the episode, I heard Producer Chris Skinner introduce a question with the words, "This is a weird one." I thought, "That's cool, weird questions are fun." Then Chris said he didn't fully understand the question, but could not resist including it in the episode. "Wow," I thought, "what is such a weird question that Producer Chris couldn't resist it?"

Then he said my entire name, first and last, and the shock of hearing that short-circuited my brain so much that I had to pause the audio and just stare at my phone for several minutes. I did not hear him read my question (just said the name of who'd submitted it), I paused the audio before we got to that bit.

Why did this come as such an absolute, utter shock to me, when I had willingly submitted a question with the knowledge that this could happen? I don't know, I'm an idiot. Like I said, hadn't expected it to get answered. But more than that, it hadn't occurred to me that if they did answer it, they'd say my full name. For some reason that's the bit that really got me. I mean, my full name is in my email signature, so it's entirely reasonable that they read it. I just. That's my name. Like my name in real life, and I'm usually pretty careful to not associate my full name in real life with my comedy fandom. Someone said my full name to Andy Zaltzman. Producer Chris said my name.

So I sat there, stared at my phone, freaked out a bit, made that post that I linked at the beginning of this one, and when I made that post, I genuinely thought that within about 20 minutes, I'd have put the episode back on and made an update post in which I explained all this. But I got increasingly anxious at the thought of hearing Andy Zaltzman talk about something I had written in an email, so I decided to distract myself by going on social media to look at pictures of the Edinburgh Awards stuff, and was hit by an unexpected figurative bullet at point-blank range for the second time in one morning, this one being pictures of John Oliver at The Stand adding a whole new moment to Chocolate Milk Gang history, so that was a good distraction. Then I put on some NextUp Edinburgh shows, and now it's Sunday night and I really have to put that podcast back on because I am not going to spend my whole workday tomorrow distracted by questions like "I wonder if Andy Zaltzman said on a podcast that I'm an idiot who asks stupid questions?"

...I've still not listened to it though. I am genuinely, weirdly anxious. I'm going to put it on, and then I will make yet another post with what will inevitably be a anti-climactic thirty seconds of Andy Zaltzman saying "Oh, right, that's a reference to a joke about a genie," and then they'll move on, and it'll be fine. I'm just slightly paranoid about the thought of hearing Andy Zaltzman say, "What the fuck is wrong with someone who would ask such a weird question, especially when the answer is so obvious, it's the well-known genie joke, go away and never listen to my podcast again, [my full name]", so I'm procrastinating listening to it by writing this post.

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Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 1

“(Y/N)!” 

Foggy was yelling in the library and you tried to expertly walk away like you had no idea who he was. 

“(Y/N)! I know you see me!” 

“Geez dude stop it we’re in the library!” 

The librarian gave you both a hard look before she kicked you out. You frowned and Foggy just laughed as he nudged your arm. 

“Sometimes I swear you were raised by wolves.” 

“Very handsome wolves.” He counters.

You rolled your eyes, looking over at Matt. 

“He dragged you into his schemes again?” 

Matt nods. 

“Always.” 

“Hey man, not cool.” 

You and Matt laugh as you walk through the hallway. 

College days are the best time. You’d know Foggy for a little over five years and when you started your freshman year, he introduced you to his new bestie Matt Murdock. At first you were a little jealous at the idea of being replaced. But Matt was a pretty solid guy. Within the span of a semester you were all practically inseparable. They were dependable. Even though Foggy spent most of his time chasing girls, whenever you needed him, he was there. Matt was a nice guy to talk to. He seemed to be pretty wise compared to some of the idiots that you’d met. Yep, life was sweet. 

Except your midterms were coming up, hence the reason Foggy saw it fit to drag you out of the library every other night. 

“Quit being a nerd, there’s a party tonight let’s go!” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Foggy, if you want to graduate you should probably actually study. I thought you guys were trying to be lawyers.”

“We are.” 

“Hmm, doesn’t look that way.” 

You grin when Foggy starts to complain. With a laugh, you hold out an elbow for Matt as you all continue to head back to your dorms. Foggy and Matt live together, but your apartment is a little way off campus. 

“Have you been leaving the library this late every night?” 

You nod at Matt’s question. 

“Yeah, Algebra is kicking my butt. I got a tutor like you suggested but the guy tried to make a move on me so that ended really quickly. I’ve also got a few assignments to finish. When exams are over I’ll have time to relax.” 

Matt just tilts his head in that way he does when he’s thinking. 

“If you’d like I can-” 

“(Y/N) look at this!!” 

Foggy’s excited yell distracts you and you stare in awe at the art on the side of one of the buildings that’s definitely against regulation. It's spray painted, pretty detailed of the vigilante that’s been running around. 

Daredevil.

“That’s crazy right, I heard he runs around beating the shit out of criminals.” 

“Sounds scary to me.” You add. 

You couldn’t imagine doing that. For a moment your eyes stray to your palms. You swallow. Matt isn’t oblivious to the action. 

“Everything okay?” 

Matt’s concern pulls you out of your straying thoughts. You nod, leaning closer into his arm. 

“I’m great. Let’s hurry back before Daredevil thinks we’re troublemakers and comes after us.” You joke. 

You hope that your voice is convincing enough. You have to assume that it is, because he doesn’t question further. 

The days seem to rush by, so does the pressure for you to complete your work. For the next couple days you’re completely focused on acing each exam. The all nighters have taken a bit of a toll. You didn’t need to look in the mirror to know that. But you push through. One more day and you can get all the sleep that you’ve missed in the last week. Foggy has been texting you frequently to take a break but you just send replies with goofy emojis with a promise that you’ll be free by the time the weekend rolls around. 

Matt has also been keeping tabs. 

“Be careful walking home.” 

You smile at his concern, but you feel a bit guilty. Due to your exhaustion you’d fallen asleep in the library. Since it’s typically open all night, there was really no attendant to kick you out when the doors close. So now you’re leaving the building at two in the morning to get back to your apartment. Sliding your phone into your pocket, you try not to overthink it. Campus police frequents this area and you’re only maybe eight minutes away from your place. Regardless, you increase your pace, clutching your bag closer. The sound of a branch breaking makes you halt, you pause, turning around. 

The street is empty. 

“Damn it.” 

It seems you’ve become paranoid. With a huff, you turn back around shaking your head. When you look up, the guy standing before you makes you jump. You almost scream, but you recognize his face, letting out a breath as you press your hand to your chest. It’s just your former tutor. 

“Geez, Aaron what the hell you scared me.” 

“You shouldn’t be walking home so late.” 

You laugh. 

“I know, Matt said that too.” 

“Maybe I should walk with you.” 

“That’s okay, I’m almost there, thank you though.” 

You walk around him, but he grabs your hand. 

“So you’re too good to get help from me now?” 

Your brows knit as you try to pull your hand back. 

“W-What are you doing, let me go!”

He slides out something from his pocket and you panic when you see the knife. You try to scream, but he grabs you by the mouth, dragging you off to the side of the building. You try to kick, thrash, anything, but he’s strong and you haven’t realized how tired you are until you realize that you’re barely even putting up much of a fight. You’re pushed to the ground and you try to call for help, but he presses the blade to your throat. The tears are prominent. 

“Make a sound and you’ll regret it.” 

You can’t even get the words out. He has you pinned to the ground and you just sob when he starts unbuckling his belt. You just close your eyes, praying for it to be over quickly. All you hear is a grunt and his weight seems to disappear. You open your eyes just in time to see him swing at someone. The blade slices their arm and you just back into the wall as you continue to cry. Your legs are shaking, you know you should probably make a break for it, but you can’t get your body to move. They’re fighting, you can see a fist connect. Then another, and another. When a body drops, you jolt and prepare for it. 

The inevitable. 

Someone walks into your view and you just start wailing. 

“P-Please d-don’t hurt me..” 

You can’t get yourself to do anything but beg. They approach cautiously and it takes a moment for you to realize that whoever it is, they’re holding your backpack. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” 

He’s dressed in dark clothing, and you can see the bruise on his cheek as well as the blood running down from his upper arm. He holds out the bag for you, and you use the wall to shakily get to your feet. You don’t immediately reach for it. Your eyes stray to Aaron who’s unconscious on the floor. Swallowing, you hesitantly take the bag from his hand, pressing it to your chest protectively. He doesn’t make a move to get any closer and you’re thankful. You finally seem to get a better look at him. There’s a piece of cloth tied over his eyes, right up to the curve of his nose. His hands are also wrapped with what looks like thicker pieces of white cloth, almost like a glove. It’s strange, but you recognize him. 

“Daredevil..” 

You sort of assumed it was just some rumor the college kids started up, but it’s real. 

He’s real. 

“I have to go, you should too. When you’re home, lock the doors and call the police.” 

He turns before you can say anything and as he begins to walk away, you notice the limp in his step. There’s still blood dripping from his injury. 

He’s in pain. 

He got hurt protecting you. 

You have to help, you need to.

“W-Wait!!” 

He freezes, and you find yourself doing the same. You’re still very much terrified, but you can’t in good conscience let him hobble back to wherever he lives like that. Especially after he literally saved your life. 

“I-I live nearby, p-please let me at least clean the wound. If you don’t get treatment it could get infected.” 

He could probably walk into a hospital, but given his nightly escapades, you have an inkling feeling that the chances of him asking for help are slim since he’ll have to explain his injuries. 

“I can take care of myself.” 

He looks like he’s going to leave again, but you take a step. 

“P-Please.” 

You’re pleading now. 

Maybe it’s not entirely about just helping him. Maybe there’s a part of you that’s terrified at the idea of walking home alone now. You just grip your bag, and he looks like he’s considering it. 

“Okay.” 

Your face brightens and you take a few careful steps away from the back of that building. As you move closer to Aaron’s unconscious form, you frown, kicking him in the balls. He just jerks, but doesn’t wake up. 

“Asshole.” 

Daredevil smiles from his spot, and you can’t help but crack one too. 

“S-Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. 

“I think it’s justified given the circumstances.” 

“It is.” You agree. 

Heaving your bag on your shoulder, you point down the street. 

“I-It’s just over there. We should probably hurry, campus security frequents this area.” 

You don’t want to have to explain why you’re aiding and abetting a vigilante. 

He nods, following behind at a reasonable distance. 

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YOU LIKE FINNISH MUSIC TOO?? What bands should I listen tooooo, I listen to some already but I need more

Yooooo! This is like the best ask I could possibly get!! Thank you anon <3

So, what should you listen to? That really depends on the genres you vibe with, but luckily, I’m not picky!

Recently, I’ve picked up Jambo. Rapper, but with huge range as far as the styling of his music goes. His most recent album has been pretty successfull, earning him his first Emma nomination too, which is really cool. And damn is he good live. He says he’s better live than in the studio and I fully believe that. Not to mention he has great chemistry with his band! Favourite songs of his, currently, are E18, Elefantti Huonees, Meille, and Ei Nabbaa. Those should show you pretty well the range of his style.

Pilvet Pilvet is another one I’ve gotten into recently. Really chill, soulfull rock. They are a really new band, only started releasing stuff last year, and are already climbing fast, doing shows with some big names like Joker Out and Robin Packalen. If you like Kuumaa, you’ll probably like these guys too. The vibes are a bit different but the music hits the spot. They have very few releases as of now, so pretty much all of it is good.

Similar to them, in just the last couple of weeks, I’ve gotten into Tiikerin Vuosi. Chill, more old school style Finnish rock. They headlined a May Day event in Helsinki this year, which I heard they applied for as somewhat of a joke, thinking they wouldn’t get the gig. Definitely worth it though, and I can see why they were picked. Songs I’d recommend are Töölönlahti and Sirkka Linnea (and Havis Amanda if they ever release that. It was written for the event but it was very catchy.)

Okay, those all are quite obscure picks, so let’s discuss some more arguably mainstream stuff.

I like rap, so one more rapper I’ve been head over heels for is Etta. Really strong party music, with some more hard hitting emotional stuff thrown into the mix. Her voice is really beautiful, and she also convinces live (you can watch her Emma Gaala performance from 2022 if you wanna get a taste). Klubiruusu, Demoneista Ystävii and Piilota Sun Sydän are good songs to start off with.

In the pop realm of things, right now I’ve been getting into Bee. She is also one of the breakthrough artists of last year, and has been getting a ton of radio plays for her singles Viimeisiä Sanoja and Silkkiin Verhoiltuna. Haven’t listened to much of her stuff yet beyond that, but as far as pop goes, she one of the few I’ve been recently inclined to check out.

Also, ever the queen, Kaija Koo is always a safe bet. Long career behind her and she’s still staying strong, this is like peak Finnish karaoke pop for middle ages women. Favourotes of mine are Mun Sydän, Sateenkaari Pimeessä and Tanssii Itsensä Kanssa.

Speaking of long career artists, Jenni Vartiainen has just made a comeback to the mainstream. She is a known name in pop, and has an absolutely gorgeous discography. Favourotes there are Ihmisten Edessä, Turvasana and Made In Heaven.

And just to round this off, as far as metal music goes, I’ve been getting into Arttu Lindeman. Nothing ground breaking there, but just some solid nu metal as he describes it. Really aggressive lyrics and all. Elä Niinku Huvittaa and Koirat Syö Koiria are the ones I started out with.

Okay, I could keep going but we’d be here all day, so I’ll leave you with this. Anything from the past 4 years of Uuden Musiikin Kilpailu is also mostly great (including the interval acts). Which is not surprising, since it is the song contest to highlight new music from Finland. Looking through those artists might take a while though, even if it’s only 7 competitors per year.

And for any Finnish music enjoyer reading this, feel free to hop on with your favourites in the replies or reblogs or whatever. I tried to pick some of the ones I talk about less on this blog, so we’d get some variety.

(Come on, Olli Matela from Blind Channel is literally my pfp, my header is Hella from Lordi, the red theming is for Kuumaa’s new album, and my most used tag is Käärijä. If that doesn’t say it all, idk what will.)

And thank you for this ask anon! You really made my day <3

[pancakes4two]

ANYWHERE WITH YOU - FOUR

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST | TALK TO ME

wc: ~2.4k

warnings: none! but this is an angsty oneeeee

preview: Harry lets out another laugh at that, the remainder of the awkwardness between the two of you dissipating into the air. “We’ve gotta stop doing this whole hot-and-cold friendship thing, Y/N. I miss you too much whenever you refuse to talk to me.”

A slight knot in your stomach forms at that, because you’re not sure if he’ll ever truly understand why you have a tendency to pull away from him when your feelings become too complicated to manage. You swallow down the discomfort and smile at him comfortingly. There’s no way you’d be able to put anything into words right now. Instead, you let yourself believe that the answering grin Harry flashes you is enough, for now.

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a/n: i added songs to the story playlist, if that’s something you’re interested in exploring! each track that i add will be associated with a certain scene: i highly recommend listening in the background as you read to help immerse yourself into the story.

the songs for this update are:

can’t we be friends - sonny stitt quartet (when y/n is waiting for harry to come home)

futile devices - sufjan stevens (when y/n and harry have a tough conversation over dinner)

you can find the songs for the last 3 updates here!

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By the time autumn rolls around, you and Harry have settled into a comfortable routine. This is why you find it so weird when you come home after work one evening, and your best-friend-turned-insufferable-roommate is nowhere to be found. You’d come to expect to see him in the apartment whenever you returned to the apartment from NYU—he’d told you early on into his stay here that he was trying to treat writing more like a 9-to-5 job this go-around, instead of staying in the studio well past midnight or pulling all nighters at Tom’s place like he had when he was working on the first two records. 

You remember responding by saying something stupid like, “If you want to spend time with me that badly, all you had to do was ask. Don’t pretend to want to be a responsible musician all of a sudden because you miss being around me.” It was played off as a joke, as is most of what you say to Harry on a day-to-day basis. But really, what you had wanted to say was you were glad he still wants to be in your presence after all this time, and that he appreciates it enough to try and work out a balance between spending time with you (his average, university-employed childhood friend) and creating work that his livelihood quite literally depends on. That’s a weird thought to grapple with—the knowledge that the world’s biggest pop-star likes to spend his Monday evenings in with you, ordering greasy food from the $2 pizza place down the block and proceeding to spill diet soda on your couch instead of out partying past three with the rest of the music industry. All of this is to say it catches you off-guard when you step into the entryway and there’s no six-foot-tall man sinking into the cushions of your couch, scrolling through some artsy Instagram account and stealing from your pantry.

Your first instinct is to pull out your phone, which you hadn’t looked at since you left the office—the service on the C is spotty at best, and your dad has waxed poetic to you about not walking distracted for as long as you can remember—so you hadn’t spared a glance at the device for at least the past forty-five minutes. Flipping it over to turn it on, you see three missed messages from Harry on the screen:

HS: Are you on your way home already? Gonna be back a bit late tonight—wanna wrap up this song. Sorry for not telling you earlier!

Will pick up Chinese on the way to make it up to you though, can you send me the address of the place we ordered from last week? 

Don’t miss me too much.

You roll your eyes at the last text, which was accompanied by a gif of a golden retriever waiting sadly next to a door for their owner.

You are truly the most obnoxious person I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.

181 Bleecker Street.

Don’t get recognized!

HS: Hey… this isn’t my first rodeo.

Thanks for the address. Be back around 8.

(Received by you, 6:50 PM)

With dinner settled, you decide to try and pass the time by being somewhat productive. There are a couple of unread emails you hadn’t gotten the chance to answer before leaving campus, so you tackle those first. The first one is from a student asking you for an extension on an essay, which you happily grant—it’s the time of the semester where exams are in full swing, and you’re not deluded enough to think that your class is at the top of your students’ priorities—it’s an introductory English lecture, after all. There are more important things for them to deal with. That analysis on Walt Whitman can wait, and besides, you’re sure your TAs will be more than happy to put off grading an additional essay for another week.

The second email at the top of your inbox is a little less typical. It’s from Claire, Julian’s CC’d on it, and the subject reads: Requesting Your Presence At Dinner Tonight. You click onto the message, laughing at how needlessly formal it is when you skim over the first few lines.

Lovely Y/N,

Julian (copied onto this email) and I have discussed and agreed that our daily lunch-hour rendezvous are not sufficient; we need to spend more time in your presence. We cordially invite you to dinner tonight, at a restaurant and time of your choosing. 

We are more than happy to work around your schedule. Please respond at your earliest convenience.

Looking forward to dining together,

Claire (and Julian)

As you’re reading through the email, you realize that you have been spending less time with Claire and Julian now that your unexpected houseguest has practically turned your life upside down. You think through your options in your head: you would like to go to dinner with Claire and Julian, use the opportunity to get away and maybe weasel a few free drinks out of Julian, who you know has gotten paid recently. On the other hand, you also really want to stay in and have dinner with Harry tonight. You like knowing that he’ll come through your apartment door at eight sharp, most likely earlier, because he hates being late, his arms full with takeout boxes because he knows exactly what you like to order from this place—but also that you have a twenty-year old habit of stealing his food. It makes you feel a little juvenile, acknowledging the fact that you miss him enough to want to stand up your friends for him, even though you’ve spent the past ten evenings together. Maybe it’s because you’re too afraid of ruining this tentative dynamic that’s developed between the two of you. Your friendship now is arguably the closest it’s been since he left for the X-Factor so long ago–is it so bad that you want to do everything you can not to mess that up?

In the end, you find that your instinct makes your decision for you, leading your fingers to start typing up a response before your brain even gets a chance to catch up.

My dearest Claire and Julian,

So sorry but I’m going to have to take a raincheck on dinner. Promised my roommate we’d eat together tonight. Missing your presence too. Give me a time next week and I promise I’ll be there!

Bestest,

Y/N

Claire’s response lands its way into your inbox in record time. She assures you that it’s no big deal, says she’s glad you’re spending so much time with your roommate since she & Julian were so worried before that they’d be a serial killer. You agree to meet up next week for tacos at a new restaurant that just opened beside her apartment. A glance at the kitchen clock tells you that it’s now 7:30. Harry should be back soon, so you turn on an episode of Friends and start to mindlessly organize some of your class files.

At 7:55, you hear the door unlock. The sight of Harry slipping out of his shoes (those awful, beat-up Vans that you keep trying to convince him to throw away) and placing them next to your loafers on the shoe rack makes you feel a lot happier than it probably should. You were right before: he’s double-fisting two carry-out bags that are nearly filled to the brim with boxes, and he’s got a bottle of white tucked under his arm.

Making his way over to the dining table and placing the items down, Harry pulls out a chair and starts unboxing everything. 

“Which episode is this?” He asks. You turn the volume on the TV down slightly and walk over to help him, watching steam waft out from the two containers of white rice he just opened.

“They’re fighting over Monica’s apartment,” you say, while Rachel and Chandler start bickering in the background. You reach for the white wine as Harry walks over to the kitchen and pulls two glasses out of the cabinets. As he makes his way back, you hand him a pair of chopsticks.

“A fitting episode,” Harry hums, splitting open the chopsticks and rubbing them against each other to get rid of splinters. He passes a box of orange chicken over to you, which you happily dump over your rice. “Once I’m done with this whole album thing, I’m thinking of battling you for this apartment. I’ve grown quite fond of it.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you gasp, watching him take a bite out of a fried eggplant slice. “I think I’d actually kill you if you tried to do that.”

“Come on, I’ll write you a check for five million for this place and we’ll call it even,” Harry retorts, pushing his plate towards you when he notices you reaching for his broccoli. “A lot of people would appreciate that kind of money from me, you know.”

“Is this who you’ve become?” you tut, taking a sip of wine. When you lift the glass, you notice a ring of condensation forming on the wood of your table.

“I mean, you wouldn’t even have to leave,” Harry continues, “just like, sign the ownership over to me or whatever and we can keep living here together. I’m being serious. Honestly, like… I’ve felt more at home staying here this past month than I have in so long.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. You’ve always known Harry to be quite an open person, certainly more open than you ever allowed yourself to be, but him expressing something like this to you, admitting that your presence was enough to make him feel at home was rare. Your friendship was built more on playful insults and sarcastic quips than genuine displays of affection for one another. Your finger traces the outline of the condensation on your table while your eyes look down to follow the action, afraid to meet his gaze.

“You don’t have to own this place to stay here, you idiot,” is what you opt to say for now, “it’s not like I’m planning on kicking you out anytime soon. Though you certainly drive me close to that point, multiple times a day.”

Harry says nothing in response, just smiles. You hadn’t noticed he was holding tension in his shoulders, but they relax a little too. You’re not sure why he tends to get insecure about sharing a space with you still, but you choose not to question it–for now. You’re just glad that you were able to reassure him in your own weird way. 

“Can I ask you something, though?” Harry says, around a bite of sesame tofu.

You look up at him and nod, unsure of where the conversation is heading.

“Why did you stop calling so often these last two years?” Harry ends up saying, after clearing his throat. He drums a quiet rhythm into the table while waiting for you to respond, but he gets impatient and adds, “Like, did I do something to make you think I didn’t want to be friends anymore? Or did you get busy after moving to the city?”

So the theme for tonight is apparently vulnerability, you think to yourself. You take a deep breath before responding, because honestly, you’re still not quite sure what changed in your friendship either. You do know that it was probably your fault, though. 

“I was trying to settle in here after the move, and it took longer than I thought. Guess I ended up prioritizing my relationships here as a result, and it didn’t really help that you were never home when I’d go back to Holmes Chapel for the holidays.”

And yeah, maybe that last part was a little unfair of you to say, but shifting a part of the blame onto Harry is infinitely easier than telling him a portion of the truth, which is: I got tired of listening to you write love songs about girls who weren’t me, and hearing you call other people your best friend in the media—even though we both agreed it would be easier to keep our friendship private. Selfishly, I got angry, and a little bit hurt. I thought, if you were so sure that any of them could ever know you as well as I do, then it’d be easier for me to move on and find other people who would understand me like you do, too.

Harry bristles a bit at that. “You know it’s not easy for me to make time to go home. It’s been that way for so long. You never let that bother you before.”

“I know,” you say, chewing on your lip, “but it wasn’t just me who let us drift apart. You stopped calling after a while, too. You used to check in all the time, regardless of how busy you were. But maybe that was because I was always the one to reach out first. Once I stopped sending you messages, I stopped hearing back from you.”

“I thought you wanted space,” Harry replies, “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t value our friendship as much as you do. I care so much for you, Y/N, nothing could ever stop me from caring for you. Truly.”

“I’m sorry,” he adds on with a laugh, trying to ease the tension, “you know I’ve always been shit at communicating. It reminds me of when we used to fight as teenagers. All this stepping around each other’s toes probably could’ve been avoided if we just talked.”

“You’re probably right,” you sigh, scrunching your nose at him, “but oh well. You know I’m a shit communicator too. It’s all in the past now, anyways. At least we’re here together now. And you’ve grown up enough to know when you owe a girl Chinese food.”

Harry lets out another laugh at that, the remainder of the awkwardness between the two of you dissipating into the air. “We’ve gotta stop doing this whole hot-and-cold friendship thing, Y/N. I miss you too much whenever you refuse to talk to me.”

A slight knot in your stomach forms at that, because you’re not sure if he’ll ever truly understand why you have a tendency to pull away from him when your feelings become too complicated to manage. You swallow down the discomfort and smile at him comfortingly. There’s no way you’d be able to put anything into words right now. Instead, you let yourself believe that the answering grin Harry flashes you is enough, for now.

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a/n: no flashback this update! but hopefully i did deliver on the angst. trust me when i say there is a lot more coming, lol. also we have officially surpassed 10k words on this series, which is crazy to me. thank you all so much for reading & enjoying, it makes me so happy to be back writing long fics. please let me know your thoughts so far because i would love to hear them.

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[bisexualspongebob]

i want to know y’alls genuine opinion to this. it’s a bit of a long read so it’ll mean a lot to me to get some help. no joke replies please, it’s related to relationships so if you have knowledge with that i’d appreciate any input.

so obviously i fell hard for my fwb. i hung out with him a good amount the first two weeks i got to know him, then he went on vacation for another week, then got sick for another week and i missed him dearly. we’ve hung out again a few times so far after he recovered. i took him out on a date on friday and it was fun.

i was heavily interested in pursuing a romantic relationship for the first month i’ve known him. however, the past few days i’ve been losing interest. he never initiates casual text conversations, he never opens up about his emotions, he would leave me on read sometimes for days. i always ask for consent with pda and affection and but the way he says yes and his body language usually looks uncomfortable. he can’t reciprocate the amount of affection i give him when we’re not physically together.

what do i like about him? he’s sweet. he’s intelligent. he’s a nerd. i find his shyness very endearing (even though funnily he came off very confident and cocky when he first texted me). he’s not the most experienced in bed (still good enough that i enjoy it), but i appreciate his enthusiasm and willingness to get better. i love cooking with him. hanging out with him is fun. i like seeing him open up to me the more we hang out, even if a bit slowly. i think he’s real cute. he’s been there for me when i needed someone. he even came to my birthday party when i’ve only known him for a week at the time.

but while he’s not there, i imagine myself with a version of himself with all his best qualities + the qualities i want to see. and it of course worsened when i didn’t get to see him for two weeks. i always have a big imagination and tend to apply it to my life, not just my creative work. so i tend to have a warped perception of reality.

i realized before our date that i’m not interested anymore in pursuing a romantic relationship. i run fast, and i don’t want to slow down for someone who’s not willing to catch up to me. i kept shaming myself for loving too hard but i’m not going to do that anymore.

however, even with this realization, i still am thinking about him quite a lot. last night i realized that yeah i’m still very much into him no matter how much i distance myself from him. and i just don’t know why. i don’t know why i can’t detach myself from him. i think a lot of it could be because this feels the closest i have gotten to a relationship where we’re both into each other and i’ve been craving a relationship for years. i meet a lot of great people, and he’s one of the few who actually reached out to me again after our first time.

and last night he gave me something i was seeking from him since we started to become friends. we played pizza tower at my place friday night after a fun time at the barcade, and we had so much fun. last night he sent me a casual text about pizza tower of all things, and it made me happy.

so maybe he needs a lot of time to open up and start reciprocating the effort. i wear my heart on my sleeve and love quick, but i guess a lot of people aren’t like that.

so i have a million questions. what do i do? do i keep being myself and text him more regularly? should i tone down and let him open up go me naturally? should i back off if his body language looks uncomfortable but he says yes?

but the bigger questions are. how do i ask him what he wants? how do i ask him if he wants to continue with our current route or wants to start dating? will he make the time and effort if we start dating? can he start picking up the pace? do i make him meet all my expectations or is that too much to ask? does meeting him in the middle mean i’m settling for less? how do i get the courage to talk to him about feelings (which by the way he said he’s receptive to having a conversation about and thinks is important)? will he still want to be friends if we stop having sex (he told me he does think that friends is an important part of fwbs)?

it’s so much to think about. and it’s all i can think about. my friends still enjoy hanging out with me but i feel like a debbie downer when the thoughts of him outwardly consume me and i can’t be present with my friends.

i’m just asking for help. asking for a friend. what do i do? how do i navigate this? i just feel so lost.

[heathersbutincorrect]

Time for a little mcsaw! Hope you enjoy!

Another boring Thursday afternoon. Sunlight crept into the equally sunny room of Heather McNamara. Duke’s face was so close to the magazine that she was reading that Veronica had no idea how she could see any of the words. Their leader was off getting a refill on her drink. McNamara was the only one attempting to study at all. Remedial math was no joke, Veronica mused as she turned a page and started a new chapter in her novel.

“We’re going to Remington tonight,” Heather declared. Veronica jumped a little. When had she gotten back in the room? She glanced up from her book in search of Mac. She hadn’t moved from her spot at the desk.

“Oh really,” Duke drawled as she scribbled something into her magazine. “Eric couldn’t get enough of you, huh?”

“Shut up, Heather. This isn’t about me. It’s about our reputation.”

Veronica was barely listening. She wondered why Heather was so much quieter than usual. She abandoned her book and wandered over to the desk. She barely got halfway there when Heather snapped at her.

“Veronica! Are you listening?”

“Yeah, you’re going to Remington to fuck some guy named Eric, I heard,” she muttered, causing Duke to snicker. In response, Chandler threw a pillow at the green clad girl.

“Ow,” she complained. “You’re a bitch.” Chandler pointedly ignored this comment.

“Hey, you okay?” Veronica inquired, almost touching McNamara but not quite.

“I can’t figure out number seven,” Heather sighed. “I’ve been stuck on it forever.”

“Come on. Take a break. We’re having a talk.” Veronica smiled a bit.

“Okay, Ronnie.” She followed her over to the bed, where everyone had congregated. Chandler sat up straight and looked at all of them.

“This is bigger than Eric. His older brother has a lot of sway. He’s a senior.”

Her face was incredibly serious. This was a big deal, then. Veronica was tired of college guys. None of them were even 18 yet. Chandler herself was a few weeks shy of 17. And yet they continued to infiltrate this very adult world. Veronica leaned into Mac, feeling lazy. She’d been more and more outwardly defying protocol in recent weeks.

“Ugh, do we have to?” Mac whined. “I have so much math homework to finish.”

“I can finish it for you,” Veronica offered, which earned a grateful look in response.

“It’s settled. Heather, let’s head home and get ready. And go to your OWN house this time. You always get in my damn way.”

Soon, it was just the two of them.

“Well?” Mac smiled. “Might as well get started.” Veronica groaned.

“I didn’t mean right now, you dork! I know more than stupid math is on your brain. You’ve been practically silent since lunch. What’s up?”

“Well…I was just…thinking about what you said at the last party a few days ago.” Mac frowned.

“Yeah? We were pretty drunk, huh?”

“Well yeah, but, is it true?”

“Is what true?” Veronica feigned ignorance, heart racing.

“You know what you said, Veronica. I can’t take someone messing with me again.” Mac slammed her book shut. Veronica was startled by this sudden display of anger.

“I’ll prove it to you.” She pulled Mac closer and kissed her. The door burst open. Duke had forgotten her magazine. Veronica dropped Mac to the floor.

“Uh hey,” Veronica choked out. God it was warm in here. “How’s it going?”

“Idiots.” She grabbed the magazine. The door snapped shut again. Mac burst into giggles on the carpet.

[theonethatyaks93]

I’m Back!!! + Episode 10 Rant

Hi everyone! Sorry about the lack of posts aside from re-blogs over the past few days; I was on vacation. But, I’m back now and ready to party!

I have a pretty steep uploading schedule for the next few weeks. I plan on making a new post every day or every other day for the next month or so. Some things on the agenda include some of my extended thoughts on Season 3 along with my (pretty controversial and interesting) opinions on “All’s Fair in Love and Door” and Brain as a whole from the reboot, my ranking of every Pinky and The Brain segment from the reboot, an analysis on brinky moments from the reboot’s three seasons, and a few more posts involving my Animaniacs merchandise and some personal stories. This is going to be a lot, but I’m making up for lost time. Anyways, now that I’ve explained my absence, I need to talk about something besides my schedule. So here’s a rant on episode 10 of season 3 for you to enjoy! I’m so glad to be back! Narf!

Spoiler alert: This dives into minor spoilers for season 3, episode 10 of the reboot. Proceed at your own risk!

I’m so frustrated at this finale. So, very frustrated. This was the most disappointing thing to come from the Animaniacs franchise. I get that they ran out of time to make an adequate conclusion due to the show’s cancellation, but they still could’ve done better than this. This episode was not funny, there were a lot of false promises, the concepts were bland, and I just felt so empty after watching this. Each segment proved to be worse than the last and was underwhelming in some way. I wished the show ended on a different note and while I’m still a fan of the show, I just can’t help but feel upset.

“International Mouse of Mystery” was good, but they lied to us! It’s only a cold-opening, not a full segment. While the song was fantastic (Pinky is amazing at everything he does), the animation was expressive, and the jokes were funny, I wished that this was longer. Is this the last appearance of the mice? I hope it’s not because that would be just plain sad. This should have came earlier in the season and instead, the Christmas episode should’ve been the finale. I still liked this segment quite a bit.

“Aliens Resurrected” was a tad bit of a letdown to me. The song was good, but it wasn’t as good as “A Brief History of History.” I loved the animation and the premise, but the “International Mouse of Mystery” song and the song from the Christmas episode were better overall. This song was the last one from the reboot and that’s kind of sad. I just thought that this segment promised more than it gave us, but I still liked it enough.

I didn’t pay that much attention to “Joe”. Just a one-off segment with good animation and nothing else. That’s it.

“The Stickening” was the episode that disappointed me the most. The story was so promising with the Warners going to an amusement park and getting stuck together. Unfortunately, the segment just evolved into chaos with barely any laughs or any substance. The ending was bull-crap and it was just so unremarkable and un-funny. I hated it so much since this was the final appearance of a majority of the cast including Pinky, Brain, and Ralph. Some people may like it, but I’m just not a fan.

“Slappy’s Return” was a nice one-off segment with a funny punchline. I loved seeing Slappy again, but I wish it was longer. This was fun and I was laughing a lot at how meta it was. Not much to say here, it was just nice.

“Everyday Safety: Giant Adirondack Chair” was the worst segment from the entire season in my opinion and one of the worst segments from the reboot. It wasn’t funny, it dragged on too long, it was boring, and it gave us the stupidest ending in the history of endings. The Warners just being killed was such a lackluster way to conclude the series and I was actually screaming at my T.V. I was so angry and upset. I can’t believe that this is how it ended. I know it was rushed but come on! They can do a million times better than this!!! I never want to watch, talk, or hear about this segment ever again. I love this show, and it deserved a better ending than this.

This episode pissed me off so much. Only two segments of great quality were here while the rest ranged from okay to god-awful. I won’t be watching this episode ever again except for the cold-opening and the Slappy segment. I don’t consider this to be the finale. I much prefer Wakko’s Wish, “Star Warners”, or “The Animaniacs Suite.” Watch those instead of this, please. I can’t believe that this is real and I am so angry and mad about all the decisions made. I’m sorry if I come off as too aggressive here, but I really am truly devastated about this. I need to talk about the mice or I’m going to explode. Don’t worry, though! My next post will be way more positive (I think)!

[alr-818]

Homecoming

(The endings a bit weak, but I’m otherwise really proud of this one)

I’ve never done drugs before, and when I say drugs I mean hardcore things like crack, cocaine, speed; you know, the stuff they tell you to stay away from during your regularly scheduled D.A.R.E course in elementary school. Weed doesn’t count, of course, and if you think it does, I think we need to talk. D.A.R.E classes would give me panic attacks. I remember one day, the cop at the front of the class was talking about cigarettes and how they would essentially kill you if you even simply glanced at them. I started hyperventilating and had to be escorted out of the room. The teachers aid brought me outside and gave me a popsicle, allowing me to sit on the curb until class was over. I’m not sure what caused it. Maybe the fact that all of my grandparents smoked and I didn’t want to lose them, or that when I was around age 5 I would take my moms cigarettes and hide them under my pillows at night so she couldn’t find them. If you ask my mom about it, she denies smoking since I was born and that she had quit way before I was even a thought in her mind. She also likes to deny she ever had a drug problem.

Senior year homecoming…I remember so vividly. I bought this dress from some random website: knee length, bright white, adorned with a thick, scarlet red belt that tied into a big taffeta bow behind my back. I loved that dress. It was one of the best dresses from my high school days. I remember rushing over to Walmart to get something I “forgot”. Honestly, I was there hoping to see this guy that I’d recently met and may or may not have had a crush on. He was older, early 20’s. He was tall and thin, but muscular. His skin was the most perfect tan and his eyes were light brown but so bright. His dark brown hair and scruffy beard did it in for me. He was gorgeous. I spotted him at checkout and approached him. He told me how beautiful I looked and gave me a huge hug, crushing my perfectly placed curls, but I didn’t care, secretly knowing he did it on purpose thinking it was cute. His embrace was heavenly breathing in the smell of musky cologne and sweat. I was the luckiest girl in the world in that moment. It ended up being one of the last times I saw him. Scrolling through Facebook years later, I found out he died of a drug overdose.

I left homecoming early with my girl friend who, at the time I didn’t realize, had a raging drug problem. We met up with some much older guys and started partying. One of the guys I knew. He would come into the restaurant I worked at every Sunday with his dad. I would wait on him and he would flirt with me. The attention was nice but he was much too old for me and I simply wasn’t interested. Let me tell you, I’ve never felt so fucked after taking one hit from a joint in my life. I firmly believe it was laced with something, I’m not sure what, but I could barely open my eyes or think straight. I had gone on plenty of smoke rides before to know this was not normal. He started making moves, surely thinking he was going to get lucky. Thankfully, my friend intervened and we got the fuck out of there. I saw him the following weekend while at work and the shame on his face said it all. I ignored him, obviously, and that was the last time I ever saw him.

Now, I travel the country peddling pills for a living in plain colored scrubs and neon pink shoes. A legal “drug dealer” I joke, reminding myself I’m helping people with each pill I pour. The days of placing myself in situations that I was not mature enough to navigate are over. I haven’t smoke in years due to feeling like I can’t breathe anytime I would try after turning 20. Instead, I count the weeks, days, and hours until it’s time to travel home again where my loved ones wait for my homecoming.

[rpf-bat]

Flufftober Drabbles, Day 18: Soulmate AU

This one’s Niko/Joonas, it’s 761 words, and it’s extremely silly lol 🍑

Everyone in the world was born with a birthmark that matched their soulmate’s. Most people had them in fairly visible places.

Joonas tried not to be jealous of his best friends, Tommi and Olli. On the first day of middle school, they’d noticed the matching marks on each other’s wrists. They’d started dating shortly afterwards.

Joonas was now nineteen, and while he was happy to watch the soulmates celebrate their fifth anniversary, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

He knew he was still very young, and many other people his age hadn’t met their soulmate yet, either. He noticed his friend Joel always wearing shorts, even in the wintertime, hoping his soulmate would spot the birthmark on the back of his leg.

And if he keeps it up, Joonas considered, I’m sure Joel will find them soon enough. Finland is a small country, after all.

But, Joonas didn’t think it would be so easy for him to find his own soulmate. In fact, he thought he might never find them, even if he searched his whole life. Sometimes, he felt like God was playing a joke on him.

Why?

Because Joonas had been born with a birthmark on his ass.

I’ve never met anyone else whose birthmark was located there, Joonas thought miserably. I’ve seen them on arms, legs, hands, necks, even faces….but my fucking asscheek? Really?

People didn’t walk through the streets of Oulu with their asses out - especially not in this cold weather. He could’ve walked past his soulmate a dozen times already, at school, or in a coffee shop, and he would never know it.

But obviously he couldn’t just walk up to an attractive man or woman and go hey, can I look at your butt for a second?

They put people in jail for that!

“Joonas,” said a voice at his side, snapping him out of his miserable reverie. “What are you thinking about?”

It was Joel, sitting next to him, wrapped in a towel. Joonas had almost forgotten where they were.

He’d started a band a few weeks ago, and Joel had suggested that the five of them get in the sauna together, as a bonding activity.

The hot steam felt good on his bare skin, but instead of talking with new bandmates, he’d zoned out, and gotten caught up in his depressing thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“Too hot for you in here?” Olli asked, concerned.

“First one to get out is a wimp,” Tommi grunted.

Tommi and Olli were holding hands in the corner. Maybe that was what had set Joonas off.

“If it makes you feel less wimpy,” Niko laughed, “I was thinking about getting out, too.”

Joonas still wasn’t quite sure what to make of Niko. They’d met at a house party last month. Niko has wowed him with his ability to rap along to Linkin Park, and he’d impulsively invited him to join them at band practice.

Now, the band officially had two vocalists. But he still felt like he knew very little about “NC”.

Niko stood up, apparently serious about exiting the sauna. As he got up from his seat, his towel slipped down.

“Whoops!” Niko reddened, trying to grab the towel off the ground, and re-cover his bits.

Joonas gasped at what he had seen.

“Dude,” Niko’s eyes narrowed. “Stop staring at my ass!”

Niko wrapped the towel around himself again, hiding what he’d revealed of his lower half.

“I…I wasn’t staring at your ass…” Joonas denied it.

“Then you were staring at his cock?” Joel raised an eyebrow. “You know that’s worse, right?”

“I was staring at his birthmark!” Joonas explained.

“Oh,” Niko blinked. “Yeah, my soulmate birthmark is on my ass. Pretty weird, right?”

“M-Mine is in the same spot,” Joonas stammered.

“Wait, what?!” Niko cried.

“Does that mean you two are soulmates?” Joel realized.

No way, Joonas thought.

“Compare your marks!” Olli suggested. “Let’s look at them closer, and see if they match!”

“I’m not showing everyone!” Joonas shook his head, reddening.

“Will you show just me?” Niko asked, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Like, we could go somewhere private, and you could bend over?”

“Normally, if a guy wants to get me into that position,” Joonas blushed, “he has to take me out to dinner first.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!,” Niko giggled, a redness creeping into his chubby cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat.

“Sure you didn’t,” Joonas winked.

“But, honestly,” Niko mumbled awkwardly, “I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.”

[pattisonship]

Kevin Can Fuck Himself Alt Ending

Begins at the end of the last scene

Allison and Patty sit in silence after holding hands. Neither of them really knows how long since they’re just so content being in each other’s presence. About halfway through Patty’s cigarette, she decides to break the silence.

“So when can I fix your hair? Because it needs some work,” she says with a chuckle. Allison bursts into a sob. Before, Patty would’ve said something like “Jesus, Allison. It was just a joke.” But not now. She pulls Allison into her chest in a hug, and says softly, “I’m so sorry, I was just joking. I have so much I want to talk to you about, and I didn’t know where to start.”

Allison pulls away and looks at Patty. “I know, I know. It’s just that I really, really missed this. I really missed you,” Allison says, her breathing steadying.

“I’ve missed you more than you can imagine. Just ask Sam. Poor guy has been keeping me company trying to fill the Allison-sized hole in my heart,” Patty says as she pulls Allison back to her, this time leaning Allison’s head on her shoulder. Allison’s mouth folds into a little smile, hearing Patty say she had to fill the hole in her heart.

“I’m just glad you’re not angry that I left without telling you. I just knew you would try to find a way to keep me here. I’m just— I’m really, really sorry… for everything.” Allison says.

“I know… and I think that was the most loving thing anyone has ever done for me in my life. I forgive you,” says Patty. By this time, her cigarette is pretty much done, so throws it into the house and gives Allison a squeeze as she begins to stand up. Allison looks up at her, and she gives her a hand. Patty leads her to her house, and they go inside.

Allison looks around and makes the realization for the first time that she doesn’t quite know where to call home anymore. She’s no longer on the run, but she also doesn’t have a house. Patty catches her staring into space, and says, “Don’t worry, you can live here now. Neil moved out, so the whole upstairs unit is open. Just know that the downstairs neighbor can be a bit of a handful.” Allison chuckles and thanks Patty.

“I know it’s late, and you had a crazy day, so I’ll get the bed ready upstairs for you,” Patty says. Allison looks shyly at the ground for a moment.

“Is there any way— would it be okay if I stayed down here? Maybe just for tonight? I don’t want to put you out and totally understand if you want me to go upstairs,” Allison says quietly.

“Of course,” Patty replies. She wants to say “I was hoping you’d say that,” but doesn’t want to sound too eager. She’s just so excited to be with Allison again. She gives Allison a pair of her pajamas, and Allison goes to the couch. “You can sleep in my bed if you’d rather have some company. I’m sure it’s been a lonely couple of months” Patty says to Allison. Allison smiles and heads to the bed. She stays on the edge of the bed, but once Patty gets in, she moves over without even realizing it, and ends up with her chest on Patty. They both stay awake pretending to be asleep for awhile, just taking in the sounds of the other breathing, before actually falling asleep.

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It’s now been a week, and Allison still hasn’t slept on the couch, let alone the other unit. Instead, she sleeps with Patty every night. She has woken up a couple of times in a nightmare, and Patty always rubs her back in silence, showing her support while leaving Allison with her thoughts. In the middle of the night one night, during one of the nightmare episodes, Allison calms herself and looks over at Patty, who has a sympathetic look on her face, knowing everything that Allison has been through.

“I- I,” Allison mumbles.

“What?” Party asks softly.

“I love you,” Allison says quietly, the words just barely audible. Patty looks at her in a bit of shock, but full of happiness. “It’s just that I’ve been alone for the last six months, and honestly the last 15 years. I forgot what it was even like to love someone, and I’m just now realizing you showed me love for the past year, and it’s just taking me until now to realize what that actually means… I know I haven’t cared for you the same way you did for me for quite sometime, but I want to starting now.”

Patty pulls Allison in to a tight hug with a smile shining on her face. “Allison, you gave up your happiness to protect me. And you have shown me love more times than anyone else. I love you, too,” Patty replies.

“I just— I want you to know that I mean it. I know I haven’t been a good person in the past. You’ve even said it to me. I just really want you to know how much I mean it,” Allison says.

“Trust me, I know you mean it. You’re my favorite person,” Patty says as she pulls her in for a kiss. It’s nothing long, but she wants to show Allison how she feels so she can truly believe her. As she pulls away, Allison pulls her back in, and they continue kissing passionately. Allison then curls up into Patty, and they lie back down, spending the next hour smiling and laughing and talking.

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Six months later, it’s Christmas, and Allison and Patty are hosting. They are cooking in the kitchen, listening to music. Patty lifts up her spoon from the pot on the stove and has Allison try a bit. She winced and laughs, “Okay… Well, don’t worry, we needed something to feed Gertie anyways.” Patty slaps her in a playful way and they laugh.

Gertie comes over wagging her tail, and Patty scratches her behind the ears. “Why’s your mom gotta make fun of me,” she asks in the high-pitched kind of voice you use to talk to a dog.

Sam walks in with flowers, and behind him is Neil. “Merry Christmas!” they all say to each other. Patty and Neil have made up, and Neil and Sam have now become friends from AA. They all hug, and Allison asks, “Where’s Diane? I thought she was coming with both of you.”

“Oh she is just dropping off some flowers at the cemetery for Chuck. I know he wasn’t the best but after the heart attack she figured it was the least she could do,” Sam says.

Patty looks at Neil, “And you? How are things between you and Diane?”

“They’re good. We’re taking this slow this time, since I’m still new to AA and Chuck death is still a bit recent, but it’s going good,” Neil says, giving his sister a hug. He then pulls out a bag filled with orange juice, a bottle of champagne, and a bottle of sparkling cider.

Allison comes over, and they pop the champagne. It goes all over, and Allison squeals and runs to the paper towels to clean it up. “We gotta clean it before Gertie gets to it!” They all laugh. She throws the paper towel on the floor, and Patty puts her arm around her and squeezes her. Neil pours them all mimosas (alcoholic and non-alcoholic), and they cheers, “Merry Christmas.” Allison kisses Patty on the cheek, and Patty smile and rests her head on Allison’s shoulder as Neil begins to tell a story about how Patty and Neil celebrated Christmas when their mom was alive.

On the bookshelf behind them is two bricks held together by cement, that say “Let’s die together… never alone,” and it can be assumed that the bricks were saved from the porch during the demolition of the McRobert’s house.

[pepperyduck]

falling in love with hanta sero

word count: 1.6k

warnings: not rly anything bad, college stuff, talking about growing up, sero being a cute boyfriend, not proofread. mdni.

notes: this was wayyy longer than i intended, it gets pretty mushy in some parts. much love and let me know what u think!

masterlist

you first meet hanta sero in the back of your humanities class – a class he failed the previous year, by the way.

              he’s a year older than you, being forced to retake all the classes he flunked so he can finally graduate in the spring. you find him quite funny, with his peculiar laugh and weird jokes, and he takes a liking to you, too. it only takes you a week to get ahold of his number and attend a frat party with him the following weekend.

              hanta will introduce you to all his friends, and you become a regular in their group “study sessions”; which always end up in everyone watching a movie and falling asleep in sero’s dorm. you and him always end up being the last ones awake, sharing philosophical conversations and laughing until the sun rises. it’s totally platonic when you fall asleep in his arms, the both of you exhausted from the week’s worth of schoolwork.

              during winter break, hanta is a mess because you aren’t there to complete the group anymore, since you’re staying at home for the holidays. he sulks around all day, missing your intelligent conversations and pretty face. denki and kirishima try their best to cheer him up, but things just “aren’t the same” without you.

              your absence for the few weeks is what makes hanta realize he really likes you.

              upon your return, sero is the first one to envelop you in his arms in the group hug. once everyone else lets go, his embrace lasts for a second longer, because he just missed you so much. and now, he’s acting a little bit strange around you; he stiffens every time you playfully swat his arm, and silent when you come out to show the group all the new clothes you bought from the mall back home.

              “what do you think, sero?” you ask, as he seems to be in some sort of daze, mind wondering from the discussion about the new dress you bought.

              “um,” sero hesitates, “yeah- it’s…it’s really nice,” he tells you, unable to quit his staring at your frame. you think he’s beginning to not like you anymore. but oh, how wrong you are.

              you’re on his mind non-stop, every second of the day. his new attitude isn’t because he dislikes you, no, it’s because he’s so genuinely in love with you and has no idea how to deal with it. he’s had crushes before, sure, but these are grown-man feelings, so intense and pure, something he’s no longer able to cover up with a laugh and smile.

              it only takes sero two weeks after your return to confess to you on a pizza run late at night. you’re in his passenger seat, boxes of pizza warm against your lap, it’s the first time since you came back to college that he’s been alone with you. he’s even driving weird, back completely straightened as he grips the wheel with white knuckles. you ask him if he’s okay about 4 times before he finally snaps.

              “i just…i really, really like you, okay? i mean- you’re so pretty, and smart, and-,” he blurts while mentally facepalming himself.

              “hanta,” you giggle, interrupting his confession, “i like you, too. you need to chill out, i’ve had a crush on you since we first met.” you seem so nonchalant about the whole situation, but one of you has to be, because sero feels like he might explode at any second.

              you can see his body language immediately relax as you reassure him you also had the same feelings. at the red light, he slumps against his seat, the thousand-pound weight finally lifted off his shoulders. you ask him on a date on the ride home, and end up holding hands the entire way back, preparing one another for the teasing you’re both about to receive from your remaining friends.

              when the night of your first date rolls around, he’s 20 minutes early, pacing outside of your dorm room with a bouquet of flowers in hand. he’s so nervous, tripping over his feet as he strides from wall to wall, a clumsy mess of emotions. sero almost knocks on your door four times, the fifth time being the charm when he nervously hammers the door harder than necessary. and when you open the door and give him that million-dollar smile, his wobbly knees almost collapse under him as he hands you the bundle of flowers with a jittery hand. sero makes a point of taking you on enough dates for his nerves to settle before asking if you’ll be his girlfriend.

              things between you and sero continue as before, only this time there’s more kissing among other things involved. the more time passes, you realize sero’s the one for you, with the way you effortlessly talk to him about everything and nothing at once, and the comfort that comes with just being around him. at all the parties and social events you attend, he’s literally making other girls talk to the hand, and you know you’re the only one for him.

              once graduation comes around, he makes sure to put your name in his parting words, a sweet quote he probably found online, as you watch from the front row, supporting your man with everything in you. he’s got the proudest smile on his face after earning his degree, feeling so lucky he’s had you there to support him the last year. sero makes the photo taken of him dressed his graduate cap and gown and you, his screensaver. it’s the proudest moment of his life so far.

              you’re more than upset on move-out day, crying many times as you move all of sero’s belongings out of his dorm room. all the memories shared in that room are tremendously significant to your relationship.

              “it’s okay, baby,” sero says, catching your tears in his chest for the third time that day, “i’m only going to be a couple minutes outside campus, you can come and visit whenever you want,” he comforts you, assuring he will never be too far away. as soon as all the boxes are moved into his new apartment, sero gives you the spare key. you end up spending your summer vacation at sero’s apartment, and he invites your family to come stay whenever you miss them.

              when fall semester makes its way back around, you’re left alone on campus, filling up the space of sero’s old dorm room with your own things. it’s an odd feeling not having his taste in the room, the spaces that were filled with laughter and late nights are now empty, only taken up by the photos of you, sero, and all the amazing friends he introduced you to.

              you often find yourself coming to sero’s apartment before he gets home from his new, adult job, finishing your homework or cooking a meal for him. at times, you can’t stand sero’s old – your dorm, as it is no longer touched by him. but all that sadness quickly fades when sero walks through his apartment door, greeting you like he hasn’t seen you in forever. the change in your last year of college is uncomfortable, but necessary for you to transition into your adult life along with sero. your once puppy-love relationship blossomed and matured into a beautiful, strong connection as the both of you grow older.

              for winter break, you and sero spend it travelling to visit both of your families, making sure an adequate amount of time is spent enjoying yourselves with family members. your family members adore sero, with the way he dotes on you and helps out in the kitchen after dinner, a noticeable difference in his old immature self. he’s growing up to be an amazing man, and you feel so fortunate to have helped him do so, and to be the one by his side the entire time.

              falling in love with someone will always change you.

              time seems to fly up to the point of your last semester. after your break, you return back to your dorm, hoping time will speed up until you have to leave. the seat next to you is taken by someone else, and you especially notice that now, not having as much time on your hands to leave campus to see sero. you mostly spend weekends with him now, when he isn’t working, but your time together is always taken up by you typing away on your laptop at the insane amount of essays due.

              eventually, though, weeks pass, your last assignment is turned in, and you’re able to join sero in the next chapter of your lives.

              at your graduation, you have a whole section of support, sero being front and center with your family and friends you made during your time at college. sero’s a blubbering mess when you walk across the stage, kirishima and denki on either side of him, all crying seeing the baby of their group grown up. you put sero’s name in your parting words, too, and you can’t stop yourself when tears roll down your face when you see your beloved boyfriend practically sobbing at how proud he is of you. hanta’s the first one you hug after the ceremony, you wrap your arms around his neck with your degree in toe, and his first words are to express how immensely proud of you he is. he doesn’t leave your side when you hug all the other people there for you, his words of motivation mean the most to you.

              and of course, he makes sure you upstage everyone there, dropping down on one knee to propose to you in front of your entire class.

[frootyrooties]

i think you really have that paul person vibe, lively and energetic :) john is my favourite beatle too though!

visiting the studio sounds amazing, even from the outside! did you happen to meet any of the musicians that work there? :0

so so cool that you got to visit all these countries! honestly goals :')

i sure am excited for christmas, it's so soon now! i wish i could spend it in disneyland too :') what are your favourite disney movies, and do you have any that you watch for the holiday season?

and i suppose that's the last message before the reveal!

- ☃️

i get that quite a bit actually lol i do see Paul as like a long lost twin brother, mostly because we share many things in common. for starters, we are both left handed (there are only very few of us in the world), play bass and were born in June (a week apart, different years of course) which makes both of us geminis! and geminis, so i’ve been told, are known for being spontaneous, fun, witty, charming and are always the life of the party it seems. but john really has always been my favourite. he was the most outspoken one and told it like it is! i like that he was always straight with everyone and didn’t care what anyone else thought (could be a strength and weakness but anyway-). he always had a very attractive personality and in my opinion, he was the most attractive one of the four. john was always quite the comedian as well, always quick to make silly jokes to make the room laugh. i don’t know, for me he hits the spot.

and i wish! i stood outside the studio for a bit to see if anyone would come out but sadly no :( BUT i did run into someone that knows the guys from 10cc personally at a pub down the street from the studio, and of course i HAD to ask him loads of questions about eric. in three words he summed him up perfectly: cute, charming and humble.

i can’t believe christmas is literally upon us, i mean where has the time gone?! crazy how we’ve flown through this month…this year, even! but i am grateful for all the wonderful things i’ve experienced this year and i am hoping for yet another beautiful year ahead :)

i haven’t got a favourite disney film to watch for the holidays, per se, however i do think any of the disney princess or pixar films are always great to watch over the holidays.

aaahh yes!! it has been an absolute pleasure chatting with you and i look forward to finally meeting you, santa!

lastly, i would like to wish you and your loved ones a very merry christmas! talk to you soon. cheers🎄

[hisfearlesshaz]

hii!! i’m the american anon that wants to move to italy! thank you so much for your input! i saw that you’ve also lived in the Netherlands and that’s a place i’ve also been recently considering as well!! could you tell me a bit about what it’s like to live there? i’ve heard that there’s a bit of a housing shortage as well in Amsterdam recently! do you think it’s difficult to get a job there if you aren’t from there? i also love how people seem to bike everywhere!! i’ve been studying italian for a few weeks because it’s definitely still one of my top choices. my plan is to move to the uk, then eventually make my way over to italy or the netherlands. i feel like that would be a little bit easier for me. did you like living in italy or the netherlands better? i think there will always be cons about every country you go to, but i think i would take the cons of italy, the netherlands, and the uk over the cons of the united states any day lol. thank you!!!! ❤️

Hi!! Glad to help hahah :)))

So! I actually lived in Belgium, not the Netherlands, but I LOVED it. Best six months of my life and I’m not even joking hahaha. I’ve been to the Netherlands and it’s basically the same except for the size because Belgium is reeeeally small. About the size of Maryland but with double the population. The train sister is quite good so you can reach every “big” city in 1h (there are like 3 big cities, so it’s not that hard really hahaha). I lived in Ghent which is in Flanders so they speak Flemish and Dutch (they’re kinda similar but don’t tell anyone I said that) and some also speak French. The weird thing about Belgium is that they have three official languages (French, Dutch, German) depending on the region but as I said to Gina it doesn’t really matter as everyone speaks English. Can’t have a damn private conversation in public ever even though you’re in a foreign country 😂

Belgium is like the less cool sister of the Netherlands but I think it’s very underrated!!!!! They’re very open and welcoming and progressive. Everyone bikes there as well 😂 you have to pay attention because bikes RULE and if you’re on foot you have to stop to let them through (which is absurd to me, being Italian, bc here you see a few bikes and THEY stop lol). Anyway the housing “crisis” is common in both countries, I think. Maybe a bit better in Belgium? Not sure though, sorry 🤷

As for job opportunities, I think it’s easier than in other places (now I’m talking about both countries). They’re very international, and obv it depends on what kind of job you’re looking for an show qualified you are but overall I think there’s a good job offer (my professor once told me that the province I was in had an employment rate of 80% in people aged 20-60). Again, idk anything specific about the Netherlands but I know more than one person that moved there and found a job quite easily compared to Italy.

Now! Moving on to Italy ;))

I can’t say I want to keep living here, honestly. The south is left behind, work is hard to find unless you’re somewhat specialised, the cost of living is levitating and the government sucks. However, we have a history of unstable governments so who knows how long it will last hahah

There are some new awful waves of homo/transphobia and hate crimes + being an ex fascist country that never truly went away completely. However it’s full of people that fucking hate fascists and nazis and manifest their disapproval regarding right wing parties (that are currently governing) and policies. I have to admit that I’m not that much into politics because I’m tiiiiiired of it being always the same shit if not worse and I think this is a widespread feeling (less and less people care and vote so this obviously makes everything get worse 💀).

The transportation is good only in big cities and between them, really. I lived 50km away from uni and it took me TWO HOURS with at least two different means of transportation. Now that I live in the city, though, I can go wherever I want very easily even though I’m in the outskirts. Milan (which is where I live and study haha) is beautiful, but very busy and definitely not the most beautiful city in the country. I like living here though, you have everything you need and more + the cultural scene is quite active and there are always events of any kind. I have to say it’s a bit more clean than, for example, Rome. It’s called the economical capital of Italy so as you can imagine finding a job here is easier than in other places. Many people from the south actually migrate up north to have better job opportunities (which means that the south keeps lagging behind etc etc and it SUCKS because the south is sooo beautiful and the living conditions could be so much better if we had a good government that knew how to handle stuff to use the resources we have ☹️).

So, Milan is good for work and stuff but people are definì less welcoming than the rest of Italy. Everyone is always busy lol. However (it’s fucking sad to say but it’s true) I’m pretty sure that since you’re American and not from somewhere in Africa, South America or Asia.. people would treat better. There’s still this kind of myth about the American dream, you know? I think it’s the remains of our ancestors migrating to America to have better life opportunities (only to be treated as garbage like they threat immigrants here 💀 sometimes I can’t believe how fucking stupid and plainly ignorant some people can be).

I think I also have to mention that Italian bureaucracy is fucking awful. Like. For real. The worst thing ever. It takes ages for the smallest, stupidest things, you still need to do a lot of stuff in person and not online and in general it doesn’t work really well. I have no idea how it works in the rest of the world but I know that it’s been like 9 months since a relative of mine passed away and we’re still waiting for the succession to be done. To make another example: to have the passport you have to take an appointment and the first free slots are usually after at least three months. Then you need to go to that specific place which must be in your province of residence and it takes like 10 mins to sign the docs and let them take them your fingerprints and THEN you wait like two more weeks for it to be ready to be picked up. I swear it’s so!!!!! Frustrating!!!!!!

Now that I read back what I wrote I realised that it doesn’t sound really positive 😂🥲 maybe it’s bc as I said I want to move so I tend to take into consideration all those things that make me wanna go abroad.. Anyway in conclusion I kinda agree with the other anon that messaged Gina. It’s a beautiful place but more like for holidays than for living. In my opinion.

I think that going to the UK is obviously a good choice, but I’m not sure it’s gonna be that easy to go live in the continent afterwards, after the brexit mess and all that. It’s fucked up, really. It was sooo easy before that :((

I think the best option (but, like, I’m no one to tell you what’s best, obviously jdjdjs) is would be to go the the Netherlands or Belgium and from there moving wherever you want. I think it would be way easier since they’re parte of the UE etc. + as I said like ten times they’re very very nice places to live in :))

This has gotten very very long and I’m sorry haha 😅 can you tell I have something to do that I really don’t want to do? Anyway if you have more questions or other stuff you’re curious about feel free to ask!!!

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Smoked Out

A/N: Smoking warning. AU-ish, this is all made up, I don’t encourage smoking nor do I think Jihyo would really act like this, but I saw a scene in a show and a little quickie idea popped up. I know this isn’t the TA series that a lot of you had hoped for, but the writing fuel came out and this is the small product. It’s different from my other works, not really smut, but maybe it could be, who knows.

2624 words; idek what genre to call this one lol angst? but not really? idk LMAO anyways enjoy🫣

Being a foreign worker in another country is never easy, but luckily you got to work with an amazing team at a nice company. You’ve been working at JYP with the world-renowned K-pop girl group Twice for about a year now. It’s only normal that you’ve found your place on their team and have finally started to be more involved with them in and out of the workplace setting. 

One warm night the team, along with some of the girls, head out for some food and drinks after a long day's schedule. You’re surprised that they decided to go out tonight considering how long of a week it’s been and even more so surprised that even some members wanted to join in A nice Friday night of barbecue, soju, and beer, and the crew has become a loud bantering table at the small restaurant in the middle of Seoul. You’re laughing and making jokes with some of your co-workers and suddenly your phone rings. 

“Hold on guys,” you take another shot of soju, “I’ll be back in a sec, I have to take this.” You stand up from your seat and head outside as the laughter slowly muffles when you close the door and head to the small alleyway next to the restaurant in the still Seoul summer air. 

“Hello?” you question.

“What are you doing? Have you been drinking?”  The other person responds quickly.

“Yes… it’s a Friday night and we’ve had a long week.” You meekly reply.

“What the fuck. Who’s we?? I thought you stopped drinking.” 

“We as in my co-workers and I and quite frankly I don’t weally know why you’re bombarding me with questions right now… isn’t it like morning there?” Your words slightly slurring.

The person on the end of the line is the crazy ex that for some reason loves to keep tabs on you after your “messy” break up somewhere during your first month in Seoul. The initial phone call was made by you because you couldn’t handle the long-distance and that work was far too crazy to keep the relationship the way you wanted to, that breaking it off might be the best decision for both parties. Unfortunately, she didn’t pick up so you decided to leave a voicemail. A few days go by and you hear nothing from her. Your best friend from home calls you and tells you she’s been cheating on you ever since you left. 2 years of a relationship that you thought would be the last, down the drain. Your friends had always told you they’d seen red flags from her since you started dating, but ignorantly and “in love” you brushed them off. Now, you’re seeing the signs just a bit too late and clearly suffering the consequences. You took her silence as a sign of guilt or shame and decided to leave it at that. One phone call she made to you about 3 months after that incident is when she tried to explain herself, but you were having none of it, after hours of yelling and arguing and crying, you broke it off for good.

“You know how you get when you drink. This is why we shouldn’t have broken up. Why are you always out and ‘working’ don’t they give you time off? Do you even know what I’ve been going through?” She sounds like she’s about to keep yammering so you cut her off.

“We haven’t spoken in like months and you’re calling me now to complain? To yell at me? And for what?” It’s reached the point that this phone call has somehow managed to snap you out of your fun drunken daze and into a fed-up, upset mood.

“And what gives you the right to talk to me like that? For your information, I was calling to check up on you.”

“Oh really? And by doing what? Interrogating me on my life choices? I’m doing just fine here and I hope you’re doing well with that fucker from your office. You know I only picked up your call because some small fucking part of me still kind of cares about you and I thought maybe something had happened. But I guess not, so if there’s really nothing left to say, goodnight or good morning or whatever. Goodbye.” Click. 

Fuck.. really out of all times she could have called. Bitch 

You angrily shove your phone back into your pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. You told yourself you’d stop smoking when you left home, but sometimes the stress of the job was too much, and of course whenever you drank you’d have a smoke or two. Right now checked off both of those boxes. Fumbling with the pack and the lighter you manage to light one up. 

Fuck god, I really can’t believe her you mutter to yourself as you slowly exhale your first puff of smoke. 

“You know smoking is bad for you.” You hear a voice from behind you and it makes you jump a little. 

“Oh shit-” you turn around and it's none other than Park Jihyo. And out of all people who could catch you now. “Oh Jihyo… Hi. Uh, I know, it’s just… I usually… you know.. Ah when I drink or I’m super stressed” You nervously hold the cigarette between your index and middle finger close to your leg, failing miserably at an attempt to hide what she already saw. 

“Ah right, that’s what most people say hm?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

You let out a nervous laugh and shyly nod.

“So who was that? On the phone?” 

“Oh did you hear? Sorry, was I too loud?”

“No, no I came out to get some air, it was getting hot inside” She replies.

“Ah, I see.” Your eyes look down at the floor almost like a kid that’s about to get scolded.

“You sounded upset. Are you okay?” She tries to meet your eyesight and you instinctively meet hers.

“Yeah…. Actually, no not really it was my crazy ex” You explain a short version of your breakup and the phone call to her. “Sorry, that was too much information, but I feel like I just had to get it off my chest.” After a breath you give in and take another hit from the cigarette, turning to face away from Jihyo.

“Oh wow. Okay yeah, that does sound stressful. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Another exhale of smoke. “Thanks. Um, I think I’ll finish this one and head back in, you should go back, and like you said, this isn’t good for you…” You’re a little ashamed, but truly this is not how you’d hope this night would go. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to try smoking.” 

Her comment shocks you. “Really? But you’re a signer, and an idol no-less, this is like one of the top 3 things you never ever do.” 

“My older cousins used to do it and I always thought it was kind of cool. They’d inhale it like you do.”

As she says that you coincidentally take another hit. Sucking it into your mouth, puffing your cheeks out once, and parting your lips slightly, re-inhaling the smoke through your nose. The French inhale technique. Before letting the smoke exhale back through your mouth and nostrils. 

“Oh this… it’s a bad habit that I really intended on quitting when I came here and I was doing really well for a while before things got a little crazy and let my worst get the best of me.” Again you feel embarrassed. By now, the cigarette is about halfway finished. 

“Can I try?” She asks.

“What? No! I can’t let you. Remember the whole signer, idol, kpop star thing.” 

“Please just once” She looks at you with puppy dog eyes now.

“Jihyo no, you’re drunk and you’re gonna regret it.” You hold it even further away from her now. 

“I’m not drunk I didn’t even have one drink. I have to take care of Nayeon and Jeongyeon who, when I left were competing to see how fast they could down their 4th soju bomb”

This back and forth goes on for about another minute until you give up. At this point, she’s playfully trying to grab it from your hand and you’re about to flick it into the street when she catches your wrist.

“Jihyo. No.”  You hold her back with your other arm now.

“Make. Me.” She looks at you in the eyes with a stern sentiment. 

“You’re not gonna stop are you?” 

“Does it look like I’m the type to give up?” She quips back.

“Okay. Fine. But there’s a way that we used to do it back home that might hurt less for you. I’ve done this multiple times, just trust me.”

“Okay,” She flashes a gummy smile and pulls her hand off of you. 

Leading up to this moment, you had to admit you’d developed a small crush on Jihyo after working with her and seeing how kind and talented of a person she is. 

“It’s called shotgunning. And not the type with beer cans. I’ll take the initial hit and I’ll just blow a little bit of smoke into your mouth so you can emulate the sensation. Is that okay?” You explain the technique to her.

“Yes, I like the sound of that.” She replies.

“One time, and one time only. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, yes let’s do it.” It’s a little puzzling how excited she is about this.

“Okay, here we go.” You take a final hit from the cigarette and hold the smoke in your mouth before dropping it to the floor and ashing it out with your foot. You continue the motions with the french inhale, but instead of exhaling through your nostrils as usual, you take a step closer to Jihyo and cup her face with your right hand. She leans up to meet you, face-to-face. With your left hand, you bring it to the other side of her face and gently part her lips with your thumb. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against each other now. You thought at this point she’d pull away, but she’s right there. You slowly exhale through your mouth, letting the smoke travel the short distance between your mouths. You only let out a little before blowing the rest out of the side of your mouth away from hers. Letting her naturally pull away, she playfully lets the smoke fall from her lips and she exhales the small puff. Closely watching her to make sure she’s okay, you instinctively place your hand somewhere on her lower back. 

“Wow.” She looks with wide eyes at the small cloud of smoke dissipating into the air.

“Hm? Are you okay? Did that hurt? Burn?” You’re looking for any signs.

“No, it was okay. That was fun.” She touches her lips where your thumb parted them moments before. “I- I want to do it again”

“No, I already ashed it out. It’s gone no more.” You put your hands up in the air showing her there’s nothing there. 

“N-no not that. That was a fun one-time experience. I’m glad it was with you” She seems a little nervous now.

“Then do what again? Oh, and I hope no one saw that, I don’t necessarily want  to get fired for doing what feels like a crime.” You let out a light chuckle.

“This.” She steps back in front of you and grabs your arms, putting them back into the position they were in on her face. “Do that again,” Jihyo whispers and holds your thumb near her mouth.

You’re too stunned to speak at what you just heard. She wants me to kiss her? This is insane.

A slow nod is all you can reply with and you create the same motions, this time, her hands holding your forearms in place. You glide your thumb over her bottom lip as if asking permission and you bring your faces close together. Your lips brush over hers ever so slightly and you can feel her breath shakily exhaling and as if the feeling of butterflies make the same journey that the smoke did but in the opposite direction, you feel your breath hitch and your heartbeat speed up. Your eyes flutter closed and Jihyo seizes the opportunity. 

She closes the thin gap between you and your lips collide. Her soft lips tangle with yours and you’re certain the fireworks are mutual. Like a movie kiss, it feels like time stops and the world stops spinning. The far memory of your ex dissipated with the smoke that left Jihyo’s lips and all you know is her lips on yours. A set of matching puzzle pieces, perfectly intertwining in this dimly lit alleyway. It feels like an eternity that you’re standing there kissing Jihyo and it may as well be, you’re content there with her. But the kiss comes to a natural end when you both pull away for some air. 

“Wow.” She says under her breath, face inches away from you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I met you.” You confess, still gently holding her face.

“Me too,” Jihyo replies, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You can feel yourself starting to take a few heavy breaths, processing what’s just happened and been said, but before you could, the two of you collide again. This time the kiss deepens quickly. Her hands now let go of your forearms and wiggle their way to hook behind your neck, yours move from their place on her cheeks and down to her waist, pulling her body to yours and closing every gap between the two of you. Her hands weave into your hair and push you further into the, now messy kiss. Tongues dance together, but you know you can’t do anything more than this now, especially in public even if it’s the late hours of the night here. But both of you want more, to feel more. She grabs one of your arms and squeezes it, a wordless “okay” as if to signal you. You realize how hard you’re holding her waist and let up on your grip, only to slide one hand down to cup her full ass. She moans into the kiss and takes a harder grip on your hair. As if the universe could see where this was about to go, you’re both startled when a loud car passes the alleyway. Instinctive speed kicks in and you separate your bodies, scared that you’ve been caught. 

“Fuck…” you say catching your breath. Realizing now your pants are a little tighter than they were when you first stepped outside. Jihyo giggles when she also notices, “Wow that was fast”

“Yah! This is your fault!” joking as you motion towards your crotch. 

“You’re lucky we live in the same place. I can fix that at a later time, but right now take a second to relax and hurry back inside, they’re probably wondering where we are. I’ll say we ended up taking  a little walk to sober you up.” You’re amazed at how fast she’s able to process all of that and so nonchalantly bounce back to her leader persona. Jihyo skips back inside with a wide smile on her face. 

Bringing yourself back down to earth, you pull your phone out and quickly block your ex’s number. And then you pull out the pack of cigarettes, emptying the pack onto a nearby trashcan, leaving one in the box along with your lighter, and shoving it back into your jacket pocket. “Just one. No more” you say to yourself, before heading back into the restaurant and rejoining the group.

A/N hi again… ik this isnt my usual smut-type work BUT imma have a solely smut oneshot coming out next in response to something I got in my inbox recently :D oh and im in the midst of editing and finalizing the first part of TA hehe as always thanks for reading <3 twc