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mediumgayitalian · 10 months ago

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okay a few solangelo things i’m curious your take on,

what kind of gift givers do you think will and nico are to each other?

are either of them music nerds? making playlists? gifting playlists? what music do u think they like?

what is their favorite fruit?

do you think either of them keep up with pop culture? are they fans of anything? celebrity crushes? like do you think will would think timothee chalamet is cute bc he lowkey has nico’s vibes and is such a buzzer name for celeb crushes? lolll

and then, do you think nico shamelessly takes will’s sweaters and shirts to wear or secretly swipes them?

ty! love ur blog so much xx

HELL YEAH THANK YOU

what kind of gift givers do you think will and nico are to each other?

i think nico spoils will fucking rotten.

his dad is the god of wealth he is holding NOTHING back. aside from that, he grew up wealthy and spent so so long in the lotus casino. i think he has a rly bad handle on money lol.

however he's such a mysterious guy that i think it doesn't occur to will that nico is actively spending money on him??

like will makes an offhand comment about how he would marry the person who would bring him the mystical rocket launching boba fett. and nico is like word okay and the next day there is a rocket launching boba fett on will's pillow and he's like BRO???? OH MY GOD?????

but he just figures that nico knew someone who had it!! he knows nico is big on figurines & collectibles and has a lot of connections, so he thinks nico just called in a favour.

in reality nico did all those things and also spent like two hundred k lol

basically, nico doesn't even think about it. if he hears a friend express a want that he has to means to acquire...its not even an active choice to him?? he's like well why wouldn't i buy this for them.

and i think this means a whole lot to will!!

he's spent his life in his mom's tour van or a bunk bed. he grew up in two wars. he was responsible for an entire infirmary at 13. he's a nerd and he likes nerdy things but like...collecting takes time. and money he doesn't have, because money isn't really a focus in camp and its not like he's paid lol

so of course there are things that he likes but...imagine being will. imagine having a budget for the INFIRMARY YOU RUN and thinking, like...well the camp has only so much money. i know exactly what these medical supplies cost. i refuse to steal. why would i ever be so selfish to ask for money to be spent on me and the things i like?

and then there's nico, who doesn't need him to ask. who WANTS to give him things he wants, not just what he needs or what he wants for others. what WILL wants. nico will get him.

will on the other hand....he gives away his time like it's free.

he does things for people. constantly. like austin complains about not having anywhere quiet to practice and will builds him a soundproof practice room. you know?

now when nico, who has had no one spend their time on him since bianca....

like his father did not have time for him. even when he lived in the underworld, he was put to work. or else he was bored. it's not like he and hades HUNG OUT, you know?

and of course he had no friends to spend their time on him. even in his first time at camp half blood -- for the first time, bianca didnt have time for him. she chose the hunters for ETERNITY, she said i am done choosing you now. and nico drove percy insane, who certainly didn't have time for him between saving the world. the entire time we saw him in TTC he was being pushed away.

by the time he had hazel, HE was the one pushing himself away before anyone else could. he filled his time so he wasn't waiting for anyone else. besides, through no fault of hers, he and hazel CAN'T give each other as much of their time as they would like!! they live on opposite sides of the country!!

but will.....

gods will. will SEEKS HIM OUT. the first thing will says to him is i have carved out, in my busy healer schedule, three days of time for YOU. not only have i carved out these three days, but in that brief moment of time where i was running around camp, i was thinking about you. you were a PRIORITY and i'm upset that you did not come spend your time with me.

like.....oh my god. can you imagine that? being nico? hearing someone you barely know, at this point, talk about how much time he wants to spend with you? and then as you get closer, he spends SO MUCH time with you!! he makes you a priority!

will walks nico to breakfast and watches him in sword practice and takes out his schedule when nico is making his to make sure they line up. he plans dates and they're FUN and he is so careful to make them enjoyable for nico, too, so much so that he forgets his nerves.

the biggest gifts they give to each other is noticing, i think. i see you, i see what you need and wont ask for, and i care enough to give it to you anyway.

are either of them music nerds? making playlists? gifting playlists? what music do u think they like?

will is the HUGEST MUSIC NERD IN THE WORLD.

he may not have many musical talents himself but music was naomi solace's whole world. you bet your ass it's everything for him, too.

he is teased for his love of country, and he does love country (everybody loves country if you hate country you are lying to yourself, i know you sing along to before he cheats with your whole chest), but he has a VAST music taste.

he is a britney spears stan. i will not be convinced otherwise.

nico, on the other hand, is not nearly as ignorant about music as people pretend he is. y'all he was in a casino/arcade until like 2006!!!!! do you think it was silent in there!!!!! do you think he is not the absolute king of just dance and DDR!!!

however he was, like, 10. so i think he's familiar with a lot of songs but in the way you were when you were a kid, you know?? like i could sing paparazzi w my whole chest beginning to end flawlessly at eight years old, but i would not have been able to recognise lady gaga by name or sight.

i think he and will make somewhat of a game out of it. the first time they hang out, nico is NERVOUS beforehand. like for hours. will said they were going to have a chill day bc he has time off, but what are they supposed to DO?? before they were actively doing stuff together. will was teaching nico first aid basics, or nico was helping him around the infirmary; they were helping rebuild camp together. sure, they were talking, but they had something to focus on if things got awkward or conversation faded naturally.

that is VERY DIFFERENT from just hanging out in person. is nico supposed to have conversation starters prepared? how much silence is rude? is will going to finally decide he's boring? or weird? will is such a hyper person!!! how is nico supposed to entertain him!!

meanwhile will is in his cabin freaking the fuck out to his siblings like GUYS HES GONNA THINK IM A WEIRD NERD DORK LOSER 😭😭😭.....WHAT IF HE SAYS THE WORD SAND AND I GO ON THE ANAKIN SKYWALKER RANT ON REFLEX FUCK KAYLA WHAT DO I DO I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON HE IS SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE

so he calls his mom 💀

and his mom is like baby....you are a disaster are you aware. and hes like thanks MOM i know i need HELP OKAY

and naomi is like well you got on with my backstage crew just fine. and hes like well yeah we just talked about music that was easy.

...

OH THANKS MOM YOURE SO SMART

and he's like wait nico has spent a lot of time in the underworld...he might not be very up to date!! this'll be awesome. so he stays up till like 3 on the big house computer carefully making nico several CDs worth of playlists.

he makes HOURS of music. way more than they could ever listen to in one day, but he gets carried away. he makes a playlist with his favourite country music, including his moms stuff obviously, with rock music he thinks nico in particular will like, pop punk stuff, regular pop, an entire CD dedicated to the icon herself kesha (whom he knows personally bc she sun backup vocals for his mom when she was a teenager), some musicals, and some iconic european music to top it off. he has a little bit of EVERYTHING.

most important, though, he makes a CD with the top 100 billboard songs from the years 1958 (when it started) to 1985. he doesnt have enough time to do it all the way to this year in one night but vows to work on it when he has time.

when he goes to nico's cabin, he comes with a stack of CDs as long as his arm and chiron's CD player. he's practically sparkling with excitement; when nico opens the door he is already halfway through a sentence lol.

for four straight hours, they just listen to song after song, will pausing after each one to ask what nico thinks. he recognises a lot of them, even though he didn't know their names, but even still he's pretty quiet at first. but as they go on it gets hard not to get caught up in wills excitement, and he dances like such a dork, anyway, is it his fault for laughing? and those four hours pass like MINUTES and suddenly its curfew and will has to go.

this becomes their tradition! will plays a song, nico reviews it. even as they learn how to hang out with each other in different ways, it becomes reflex -- when there's a song playing will looks at nico for a reaction. when they're with others, in public, whenever.

the first time nico makes will a playlist he cries.

the playlist is called sunshine.

will plays on his walkman until its worn right through.

what is their favorite fruit?

at first will thinks nico doesn't like fruit at all because he has to force this dumbass to eat fruit and vegetables. all he eats is like. cereal and sandwiches. it stresses will the fuck out.

he's out here plopping a bowl of fruit on nico's table like eat this whole thing or i'm gonna whoop your ass before scurvy does. (he is genuinely afraid nico is going to get scurvy, although its not a very effective anxiety because hes kind of deeply afraid of scurvy in general and is always trying to push people to eat oranges lol).

nico ALWAYS drags his feet about it. at one point will gets worried that nico just straight up doesn't like fruit and starts fretting about synthetizing supplements.

turns out nico is just, like...a little pretentious. about fruit particularly. in his defense, he has been all over the world. like he's had indian mangoes and algerian clementines okay it is VERY hard to settle for stuff grown in north america as nice as the demeter greenhouses are.

his favourite fruit ever is the lemon though. he had a lemon tree in his backyard when he was a kid that he doesn't remember, exactly, but he remembers how it tastes. will brings him a lemon once and almost as if his hands are working on their own, he cuts a slice, removes the peel and pith, puts it in a jar of sugar, and shakes to coat it, like his nonna would do secretly when he mama wasn't looking. its the best thing he's ever tasted.

will is a fruit fanatic, on the other hand. he steals strawberries every time he walks by the fields. the demeter cabin has to count their blueberries every night because he can and will eat them all when no one's looking.

his favourite, though, and he never ever gets it at camp, is prickly pear. in the summers before camp he would go to the desert with his mom and pick enough to make his stomach hurt -- he's never home when they're in season now, so sometimes when she's free shell drive up to new york just to bring him a box of them. she knows he's busy and cant leave camp in summers but she wants him to have that, at least.

i think all year-rounders are into pop culture just fine, but they're a few years behind. except for music -- will knows music. but things like movies and tv shows and memes, they either get updated from their summer-only friends or they stumble upon in naturally when it's not longer relevant lol.

nico, though, has an encyclopedic knowledge of old pop culture, because the lotus got new tech and games and movies before literally anyone else. he saw back to the future before it was in theatres and it changed his life. he quotes it all the time and no one has called him out on it then, but it is only a matter of time.

(he has seen star wars. he saw star wars before will was alive. but it is 100% funnier to pretend he doesn't know what a galaxy is and watch will's eye twitch when he asks him about luke skyrunner)

and then, do you think nico shamelessly takes will’s sweaters and shirts to wear or secretly swipes them?

yes absolutely. but he's super embarrassed about it at first so he genuinely STEALS them, not just borrows them.

it's a heist and everything. he shadow travels into the apollo cabin at like three in the morning and rifles through will's shelf. when he gets back he panics and shoves it under his mattress, where it lives in shame for four months. will just thinks it must have been an unfortunate victim of some poor sick child or bleeding demigod and writes it off.

after several months, during which nico thinks about the sweater ALL the time but cannot physically force himself to touch, nico finally gets brave enough to take it out from under his mattress. he just stares at it for a long ass time, wrinkling it in his clenched hands. it's just a hoodie, you know?? who cares.

nico cares. obviously.

eventually he gets so annoyed with himself that he just yanks it on expecting to be able to tell himself like SEE you dumbass it's just a piece of clothing it literally does not matter. except.

except.

the hoodie still smells like will.

somehow.

and that is.

well.

he would rather dunk his head into the river of fire than admit it, but he melts. the hoodie is old as hell and worn and so so so so soft, gods, no wonder will wears it all the time. he never wants to take it off ever.

for weeks, whenever he's alone in the cabin, he wears the hoodie. it stops smelling like will pretty quickly but he doesn't mind, it's still the most comfortable thing ever. it becomes second nature to walk into his cabin, throw off his jacket, and tug the hoodie on, wearing it to bed.

on one night, and of course it's the hermes' cabin fault, everyone is rushing out of their cabin to see what the fresh fuck is sounding like twenty four fire alarms at once and also a nuclear explosion. nico, in his haste, does not take off the hoodie.

will, whipped, makes sure his siblings are okay and then turns immediately to find nico. he Sees The Hoodie. nico Sees Him See The Hoodie. nico tries to flee.

will has longer legs and also spots a teasing opportunity, so hera herself could not stop him.

will teases him to pieces but is also visibly pleased. the next morning nico finds another hoodie of will's hung over his desk chair.

he wears will's hoodies all the time.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THESE IN I HAD SO MUCH FUN

#wrote these for the entirety of my class bc this class is Boring As Shit #pjo #percy jackson and the olympian #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #solangelo #will/nico #nico/will #nico di angelo headcanon #will solace headcanon #longpost #my writing #ask

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mimi-tada · 2 months ago

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My thoughts/notes on akayona chapter 264

I really dislike the dragon gods after this chapter however I can sort of understand them, in that hiryuu was gone for like 2 thousand years, didn't return to heaven and did who knows what in that time span. So it would makes sense if the gods were driven to insanity because of that, additionally, wouldn't hiryuu have know the gods personalities and guessed that they may have gone insane because of of him leaving. Oh and pointing out the next question, what did he do in those 2 thousand years if he didn't go to heaven, it seems sketchy kinda like the other dragon gods.

Especially to the point he reincarnated without any of his memories, like after 2000 years he choose to do something 💀so this could mean that he apathetic to some degree like the other gods or his powers are limited (makes more sense to me)

-yona's powers being limited makes sense because in this whole chapter she basically had no power and had to argue with the other gods, and they only let her argue because they liked her or well hiyruu

-also I know people were theorising on the last chapter if the food yona ate in the chalice might have weakened her or is a parallel to the greek persephone myth and I think it has some value cause it would explain why she and hiryuu are weak compared to the other gods

Next dragon god, ouryuu, where is he? I know he's trapped inside zeno but why has he not joined in with the other gods. To me it seemed like zeno had ig some sort of power? in a sense because the gods asked yona to kill him, it doesn't make sense unless they couldn't kill him them selves. So is it a loophole where only hiryuu can kill him and any other god that does is messing with ouryuu jurisdiction? ig or is it again telling us that the dragon gods powers are severely limited that they can't kill zeno themselves.

Also the other 3 dragons acted as a hive mind like they all had the same desires and stuff. What if it's all an illusion or just one god acting on the behalf of the others. This could also just mean that insanity drove them to have one single desire/thought? Idk

More into the dragon gods, when they shapeshifted into Hak it really drove home how much they didn't understand humans and emotions in general that they can't differentiate between romantic and platonic relationships. It just shows how they only understand yona in a basic level like when they shapeshifted into the dragons, they didn't understand she liked their personalities.

Also the gods treated their descents like they had no agency or more like they disliked them and it makes sense with how most of the dragon warriors treated their powers as a curse, like it would make sense for the gods to act like this if for centuries u heard ur power being called a curse and would explain partly why they are so apathetic/hold a dislike towards humans.

Onto the dragons, it felt like what the gods promised was too good to be true in them being humans like there has to be some kind of side effect to it, like a version of the crimson dragon disease or them being reincarnated (essentially leaving Hak and su won alone unless they want to deal with kids), I just really don't trust the gods to be kind and follow through with it properly.

Wider effects on kouka, I think 2 chapters before we were shown the natural disasters happening there just because yona came into the chalice so it would probably continue if yona is going to be in the heavens. It shows how apathetic they are towards humans and sucks for su won.

Also poor Hak and the dragons, their reactions when they find out what happened to yona is going to be devastating 😭

-I really liked the flower motif in this chapter, its been prominent throughout the story but I liked it because I'm pretty sure yona's name means lotus and su won gae her a lotus hair pin so it could be a parallel to all that symbolism especially with her drowning in those flowers. I just really love that detail.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #yotd #akayona #yona of the red dawn #yotd spoilers #akayona spoilers #yona spoilers #Akatsuki no yona 264 #akatsuki no yona spoilers #I'm sorry that im rambling about this but I have so many thoughts on this and I know this isn't very articulated #But I hope this gets my points across

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ann3ofabyss4lred · 2 years ago

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"Muzzle of nemesis"(nemesis no juuko)" by GUMI. (Without counting all the evillious saga) gaves massive stan marsh vibes and in this post i'll explain why it does (to me)

In a burning building, Nemesis Sudou approaches her father, pointing a gun at him, while she thinks of her mother and tries to recall all the events that drove her to seek revenge against the man. She gave him the opportunity to choose the way he would die:

1. Receiving a shot in the forehead.

2. Getting burned by the flames inside the house.

After that, she asks her mom if any shitty person deserves a chance of redemption, so she offers him the chance to payback all the people he hurt in exchange for sparing his life, but the man refuses, which angers her and she says, "You are really trash."

She notices how the man treats the doll as if it were her dead older sister, and she declares he has gone insane. Bidding her father farewell, she wonders why her mother loved such a man. Then process to sh*t him.

Come on, this fits him a lot, especially in the Post covid especial. If this doesn't give u stanley marsh vibes idk what else does..

God I wish I knew how to draw, so i could make an au, but I don't even know how to draw digital,fuck it!

If someone makes a fanfic, a drawing based on this,just saying, you doing great.

#stan marsh #stanley marsh #shelly marsh #sharon marsh #randy marsh #post covid #southpark #south park #nemesis sudou #gallerian marlon #evillous chronicles

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pandassilver · 4 months ago

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First diary entry 😈 enjoy my yap!! ( & ignore any spelling mistakes)

Ive bene working alll summer and ive barely got to see anyone outside of work & practice, i feel horrible abt it because sometimes i feel im almost neglecting my friends in a way😞 i know they dont feel that way but i feel it yk!!

Outside of work ive been at cheer practice i feel really awkward being almost 17 and being on JV but its my first year doing it and irs been really fun!! My stunts r going great and i have a couple new friends i would have never made if i wasn’t on the team

I start school tomorrow at OTC which is fun!! Im a little nervous about it because what if the degree im getting just isn’t for me,, and i wasted alot of time. I hate having to choose basicly my whole life now, if i could id be one of those Korean cheerleaders they make bank… not a teacher but its what LOL.

Im also nervous because I literally dont know how to pack a normal luch… my freshman and sophomore year i just wouldn’t eat lunch at school like at all. And now i probably should because im doing alot alot more, and i also have a bit more time to eat.

I went to Florida & Louisiana this year. Im super grateful for that (heres some pics)

It was alot of fun!! We didn’t do a whole lot but i think thats what kinda made it fun!

Last summer we drove across the country basically to go to California and I really like it to!! I just felt very out of place, kinda like in a movies where its like a small town girl goes to new york and is like “this isnr like home at all” while looking at a giant building Imagine that but like not yk.

Tmi???

BUt holt shit ive been actly so lonely its insane, I haven’t dated anyone in a good while and anytime i kinda show im interested in someone it goes no where or i get rejected

I saw a cute guy at walmart with my friends and they made me get his number AMD HE SAID “no im sorry i cant” THATS SO EMBARRASSING I LITERALLY ALMOST CRIEED I CANT

Anyways ill keep u updated with school whrn it starts tomorrow

#𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲

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w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz · 1 year ago

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how bout another round of "not how ask games work but idc!"

it could be me by stephen dawes (what i'm thinking about 80% of the time tbh)

line without a hook and if they're not enthralled they're not the one

you belong with me alone (it just feels wrong if you're not either screaming it at the top of your lungs in a moment of empowerment or with other cool people who will scream it at the top of their lungs)

this is home by cavetown (obviously i still do but like)

something in the orange by zac bryan

squares by cavetown (more so that it's just very not notable)

peace and love on the planet earth from steven universe i wanna lighten the mood

can't help falling in love awwwwww how cute

you give love a bad name by bon jovi (which i literally only know bc of my parents)

888 by cavetown, seventeen (age) by mike krol, born2run by penelope scott

lots of one direction

i do not have a single idea what gets played on the radio buttt probably taylor swift?? yea end game by taylor swift

anything conan gray (shoutout to the exit, yours, jigsaw, flight or fight)

i have so many but fall in love with you by montell fish

strawberry blond by mitski

better in the dark by tv girl and jordana

september by spark deathcap

hazel by cavetown

sappho by frankie cosmos

runaway by bon jovi

yummy by danny gonzalez i swear to god this shit unironically goes SO. HARD.

i think about this way too often so naturally i cannot choose but today let's go with love like you (ikr)

hopelessly devoted to you

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

in the aeroplane over the sea by neutral milk hotel

backstabber by kesha (which i just found out came out in 2010 but like it's the most 2000s song i can think of)

fuck knows what pop is anymore but running up that hill by kate bush is definitely popular

my heart is buried in venice by ricky montgomery (my region is southern california)

well when i was like 7 my favorite song was jesus take the wheel and that is hilarious and humiliating so we'll go with that

greetings from califournia by the neighborhood

bag of bones by mitski gets me insane

lovers rock by tv girl

i'm not cool don't have a lot of those but all strung out by neighborhood void mayhaps

sick of u by boywithuke

smoke signals by cavetown and tessa violet

rings on a tree by frankie cosmos

this is home by cavetown (but little do we know, the stars // welcome him with open arms [but literally any cavetown lyric actually])

fahrradsattel by pisse (all time favorite band name)

cdbaby<3 by chloe moriondo. on one hand literally two chords on the other that strumming pattern drove me insane

the closest i've ever been to inebriated is when i don't take my adhd pills but for some reason liquid smooth by mitski makes me feel like it

nuts by lil peep (tragic name unreal song)

je te laisserai de mots by patrick watson

take your time by chloe moriondo aaaaaaaa it's so good

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Mezmer Music Ask Extravaganza ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Please share 🙏 and have fun <3 ⋆｡ ˚༘ ♫

1. first song that comes to mind

2. song you would impress a potential mate with

3. song that sounds better in the car

4. song that you cried to in middle school

5. song that you like from a genre that you really hate

6. least favorite song by your favorite band or artist

7. song you would have played at your funeral

8. song you loved as a child

9. favorite classic dad rock song

10. song with a number in the title

11. song that you're embarrassed about liking

12. song you like that gets radio play

13. favorite breakup song

14. favorite love song

15. song that reminds you of spring

16. song that reminds you of summer

17. song that reminds you of fall

18. song that reminds you of winter

19. song that reminds you of home

20. a song your parents or a family member showed you

21. a really goofy song

22. song you would choose for your wedding dance

23. favorite song from 70s

24. favorite song from 80s

25. favorite song from 90s

26. favorite song from 00's

27. favorite pop song

28. song by an artist from your region

29. song you used to love, NOT anymore

30. song you wish you could make somebody listen to who isn't in your life anymore

31. most emotional song you can think of

32. song that used to be you and somebody's "song"

33. extremely underground song, that probably nobody's heard

34. song with an amazing music video

35. song that you listen to when you need to relax

36. song that you think changed your life in some way

37. song with a lyric you think about often, would maybe get it as a tattoo

38. song you like in a language that is not your native language

39. song that is musically technical (difficult to play)

40. song you listen to while inebriated

41. song that AMAZES you :)

42. if the world was ending and you had the ability and time to just play one song, what song would that be

43. song that gets you energized! when you need to get a chore done

#nobody asked but #music #music asks #music lover #music listener #non lotd

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heartriki · 4 years ago

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well why not 😌🎨 (and shhh you're always saying nice stuff in the tags)

okay hi ma'am these were the hardest choices i have ever had to make in my entire life i love literally all of ur gifs and edits 😐🧡

well to start i gotta say. this yeonjun set + the other sets from this performance bc the colouring is just so warm and cozy!!! golden hour vibes!!! and im gonna be saying this a LOT so like. fair warning. but your gifs are always of THE highest quality its amazing. like. my jaw is always on the floor when i see ur gifs

haruto in the my treasure mv bc i love the colouring so much?? your mv sets are always so pretty and the colouring in this one is so soft? i love the reds and i also love haru he big baby and once again. highest quality!!! what on earth bro

this sunghoon set + the other sets from this performance! the colouring on your stage gifs never fail to make me go :0 i always look forward to your stage gifs bc theyre wonderful ok and these are just so pretty!!! like the boy himself. so pretty

and then the tdc magic era set! bc! i agree 100%, the choices are ofc great u have TASTE!! and the gifs themselves are wonderful and magical 🤩🌟

and a special shoutout to this set for personal reasons 😐

AND FROM UR EDITS!! tiny text bc im saying a lot of things!! the kingdom excalibur one bc i saw this and i was literally like *shocked pikachu* bc its SO sharp and high quality!! next is txt run away to no one's surprise bc the shots you chose for this are PERFECT and im a sucker for run away 😔 and then tbz the stealer!! bc once again, the shots you chose are perfect!! and also the stealer era was unreal i miss her so much 💔 and FINALLY! we come to an end to my suffering with treasure i love you! bc i love this mv so incredibly much and- im sounding like a broken record- the shots you chose are PERFECT and smudged lipstick asahi make my brain go brrr

#personal #this drove me insane how could u make CHOOSE

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pastxlscorp · 3 years ago

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Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.2)

Chapter II: Exigence

✿ Word Count: 2.6k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, manga spoilers, slight angst + smut

“You look so pretty while you’re sleeping.”

The tender voice-- so gentle, so sweet-- it began to echo within his mind. He, at first, had thought he was dreaming but that voice-- oh that beautiful voice, it tempted him so dearly. He began to chase the voice, following it through the mess of his mind, his thoughts, firmly clasping it and--

It isn’t you.

He opened his eyes, closing them instantly again as the light burned them intensely. He waited a few seconds before trying again, his eyes beginning to readjust as the light became calmer and more bearable. He was face to face with a woman-- he couldn’t seem to recognize her. Her voice, her pleasant voice… it had sounded too similar to your own, he could’ve sworn it was you, laying beside him naked with your head drooping over him as you admired him sleeping. Looking closer upon the woman in front of him, he recognized her as one of his classmates and member of his Home-Economics club. It began to come back to him slowly, how exactly he ended up here. It was just the usual after all, sleeping with women to satisfy his needs-- or rather, his suppressed desires.

He happened to only share one class with you-- of course, it was Designer-101. In this class, the professor would instruct and teach you about the most trendy styles going on, or some older styles that were coming back in fashion and how to incorporate them into your works. It was a very intricate class but you both were determined to accomplish your dreams, even if it meant passing this dread of a course. However, as hard as it might be, Mitsuya fully enjoyed every aspect of the course because it was fun to clash styles, colors, and fabrics just to accomplish the final design. He had noticed you took great pride in this class, too, and even incorporated these color schemes into your lighting and filter ideas. While he’d never admit it to your face, his heart fluttered seeing your eyes gloss over your masterpiece and grin, taking a few moments to admire your work. He rarely bothered you in this case for this exact reason, although he couldn’t help the occasional tease, just to see your squirm.

┃ “Y/N, dear, are you alright? You seem to be struggling a little bit with this embroidery pattern.”

┃ “Sorry, Professor! I’ll get the hang of it quickly, I’m sure, just a small obstacle!” You reassured him, giving him the warm smile Mitsuya mourned losing and wished he could see from the receiving end just once more.

Unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had eavesdropped on the entire conversation table next to yours. You had attempted to choose a seat that was far away from him, but he picked up on that quite quickly and decided, just out of spite, to sit the table directly horizontal from you. Desperately yearning for a small scrap of your attention, he quickly stepped besides the Professor but composed himself before saying

┃ “Professor, if I may… since Y/N seems to be having a rough time, I can help them out. If that’s with your permission, of course, sir.” He said with that bastardly shit-eating smile that made your stomach turn inside out while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It was the smile that captivated teachers with it’s innocence and purity-- if only they knew that it was the mischievous smile that you were accustomed to seeing after he was done with you.

Before you could offer a rebuttal, your professor smiled genuinely and nodded, thanking Mitsuya before walking off and mumbling how he was such a good kid. As soon as your Professor had made it to the other side of the enormous classroom, Mitsuya turned to you, shit-eating grin beginning to form into a devious smirk as he finally had some alone-time with you.

┃ “Hey baby~” His voice came out smoothly like butter, words falling out of his mouth as if this was the entire script planned out in his head. Little did you know, it was.

┃ “You’re only helping me figure this embroidery pattern out, that’s it, no rebuttals, nothing more. Got it?” You spat harshly, making that smirk on his face quickly turn into a scowl as you once more rejected any flirtatious opportunity he threw at you.

He scoffed, not acknowledging your question with a nod or even the common courtesy of a reply, but he moved off to the other side of the table to grab the needle that was engraved in the cloth you were attempting to sew on. Even though he moved on pretty quickly, your words had stung him deeply, as it made it clear to him any romantic opportunity he had with you had been reduced and diminished into nothing. He placed it in front of you, motioning his hand for you to continue what you were doing before folding them over his chest. You growled, assuming that this was him punishing you for not reciprocating his flirts. However, it ended up being the exact opposite, as he intently observed your stitch, attempting to pinpoint where you were going wrong. Your accuracy was fine, your hands enwrapped the needle firmly but gently as you intertwined it within the cloth and there, he had picked up on what you were doing wrong. He carefully set himself behind you, having his chest press against your back as he wrapped his arms around you to hold your hands. The surprise caught your breath and made it hitch, feeling his ice-cold hands gently coddle your warm ones, balancing out the heat. Catching on to your growing flustered state, he smirked but his voice disguised it perfectly as he explained your mistake to you while beginning to guide your fingers through the cloth.

┃ “Your accuracy, your grip, all of that is perfect, sweetheart. Your mistake is you pull the needle out too early before allowing it to catch proper depth within the cloth. That’s why the final design comes out messy.” He explains, his words sounding almost like a textbook, professional, informative, while also comforting your tensed shoulders with his velvety voice and pet names as he continued to guide your hands until you reached the end of the segment.

Subconsciously, you had begun to relax in his grip, leaning your back into his chest as you finally perfected the technique with little help from his assistance as he withdrew his hands and allowed you to continue without him, setting his hands on the table and caging you in. He took the moments of silence to indulge in the warmth of your back pressing against him, a moment that came so rarely yet drove him insane every time your skin happened to graze him. You, on the other hand-- your mind was far from relaxed. You questioned why he was being so tender with you when he was so rough with you earlier, unprovokingly shoving you to the ground and humiliating you in front of your classmates. You opened your mouth to question him, but reluctantly closed it once you realized you wouldn’t get a real answer if you questioned him. After all, after being so kind the next day he’d return to normal as if nothing happened-- as if there was no spark between you both. He awoke you from your thoughts by placing his fingers below your chin, softly lifting your face to meet his own.

┃ “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe I will, soon~” he giggled to himself, grinning down at you, this time a genuine smile that expressed pure delight.

┃ “What happened to us, Mitsuya?” You bluntly asked, causing him to tense, his smile forming into a poker face as he contemplated your question carefully.

Months-- months ago, you were standing there after school after one of their club meetings next to the campus entrance, waiting for someone as she told him. He offered to wait with you but you told him it was okay-- no, you shooed him off, giving him some excuse as to why he couldn’t wait with her. A little arrow pierced through his lovestruck heart but he nodded and walked away, however he did not leave. He remained across the street hiding in the corner, far enough for her to not notice he still remained on campus grounds but close enough to still see her patiently waiting. He insisted his duty as her club president was to watch over her and ensure her safety, of course, there was nothing special about that. Any club member would do a little spying just to ensure their kohai’s well-being. She was pushing him away, that wasn’t normal, so surely something must be wrong. That was when that little shit Takemichi came along and his mouth fell open, in shock she knew a loser like him. Hanagaki Takemichi did not attend their university, however, he was a part of Toman, which was still growing in power. Takemichi had only joined recently but he had quickly won the hearts of Mikey and Draken, therefore anyone would think Mitsuya liked him too. How far from the truth that statement was-- Mitsuya despised Takemichi. His dumbass couldn’t fight for shit-- no brains nor brawn. During the fight with Valhalla, he was tasked with saving Baji and couldn’t even do so. Thankfully, Baji had survived his stab wounds, although the doctors informed Mitsuya and the others he was very lucky to have lived. On lesser issues, Takemichi also shows no signs of respect-- going as far as to punch the recently appointed 3rd division captain, Kisaki Tetta. What the fuck were you doing with someone like him? He watched your interaction so diligently, taking every note of laughter, smiles, and nods you gave Takemichi until Mitsuya began to feel himself clutching his knuckles so tight they looked like they were about to pop right out of his fists. Was everything you had gone through for the past few months nothing more than a game? Had he misunderstood your feelings-- was there really no spark between you both? The thought of this made his stomach drop, hitting him like a truck. No no, that was clearly the case, there was no other reason why you'd giggle so much around Takemichi, smile at him so fondly, or gaze at him as your eyes began to sparkle whenever he got enthusiastic about whatever the fuck it was he was talking about.

The next thing he knew, he was yelling at you after club hours the next day, shouting about how much of a dumbass you were, and how you failed to pick up on social cues around you. Many other insults came flying out his mouth, hitting you like bricks, piling up and causing the tears to build up. Truthfully, the entire situation was an entire blur to him. All he could remember was the close proximity of your faces as he yanked your chain when you attempted to talk back, which is when he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall if provoked any further. You were released from his grip instantly and in a calm voice, he allowed you to exit, a loud sniffle accidentally slipping out of your lips as you ran out of the room before he could see you cry. He stared at you blankly, reminiscing before releasing your chin from his gentle fingers and backing away from you as he replied:

┃ “I could ask you the same.”

You remained looking at him for a few moments, before deciding it wasn’t worth engaging with him. He watched as you carried your project back to your designated locker, locked it, and put on your backpack before asking the professor if you could leave since it was time to go. Glancing at his watch, he announced class was dismissed and you quickly rushed out before bumping into Hakkai directly outside the door to the left, who was waiting for Mitsuya. You apologized to him instantly, to which he smiled and patted your head. A conversation ensued between the two of you and as Mitusya walked out, he saw the two of you engaging and laughing. It almost identically mimicked the way you acted with Takemichi, innocently smiling and staring at him so adoringly. He envied the comfortability you both shared in your relationship, the air bubbling with chemistry. He doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring until one of his club members taps his shoulder, greeting him and complimenting his outfit.

┃ “Hey, Kashi! Love your jacket, is it new?”

Now he’s here, back at his place with one of his kohai’s as he pushes her into the wall, roughly kissing her and quickly unbuttoning her shirt as she unzips his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and soon the rest of their clothes follow. Moans and groans fill the room, although most of them are hers. He’s painfully silent throughout their session, too frustrated to really focus on her-- however, she’s too accentuated on her own pleasure to notice he’s simply using her as a stress reliever and nothing more. There’s nothing wrong with her, she’s beautiful, she’s skilled, talented, kind, but she’s simply not you. She looks nothing like you but her voice, oh god her voice, it sounded almost just like yours. Her moans made his skin heat up, imagining it was your warm silky hands embracing him, you begging him to love you more. It was enough to satisfy him for now, just enough to pretend the woman he was pleasuring so much was you. She moaned his name and he bit his lip, using all of his might to fight the instinct to moan out your name instead. His slams grew harsher and tougher, releasing all of that pent up desire and anger in single strokes. The rest of the night was a blur, as soon as he pulled off the condom he went to sleep, bored of her.

┃ “Kashi~”

He sighed, remembering his idiocy of yesterday evening and how he’d now have to gently reject this girl without letting her know he simply used her as a distraction. He spent a good minute contemplating her name before she spoke to him again.

┃ “Kashi? You alright?”

┃ “Mmh, sorry... just tired.”

┃ “Ah, it’s fine sleepyhead~ you know, yesterday was really fun, we should do it more often. How about a date tonight?.”

┃ “Awh...dear… that’s awfully sweet of you… I’m just not looking for something serious right now. I’m just into one-night stands at the moment.”

┃ “Oh… oh! Maybe we could be sex partners then?”

┃ “Ah, Sure… sure.” He privileged her with a smile of pure pity, relaxing his head back on the pillow, hoping to drift back to sleep so once he awoke she’d be long gone. The plan was if she ever reached out for sex again, he’d just come up with some excuse on how he was busy finishing a project. His mind drifted off, thinking about seeing you in class, only to remember it was a Saturday and that meant he didn’t have class with you-- in fact, Saturday’s were a relatively free day for him. He booked himself with classes every other day and decided he should have at least one day off. You know what that meant? He’d have to fucking dread it with this chick until she took the hint and left. The faster he fell asleep, the sooner this day would be over. He didn’t bother to listen to the woman as she continued speaking to him, closing his eyes as he censored her out and slowly drifted back to sleep.

tags: @haiq-trash, @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron

a/n: f in the chat for anyone who thought bully! Mitsuya had healthy coping mechanisms, also you should check out @darenimo if you already haven't because she helped me proofread this chapter and gave me all of her commentary while reading it and I sobbed for a good 10 minutes straight. I love she.

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sambergscott · 4 years ago

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notes from the palm springs commentary !! 🏝

i know not everyone has access to hulu and i know i'd be gutted if i couldn’t watch it too so bc i'm lucky enough to have an american friend who let me use her hulu account i thought i'd share the commentary with you all on here <3

- their first bit of commentary is “there’s a title” (cristin) and “there’s a goat” (andy)... 10/10 anaylsis thanks guys

- andy joked that they talked about waiting for an earthquake but decided they didn’t have the budget to wait that long (he said the glowing lights at the end were real tho 🙄)

- andy: “we’re gonna start off pretty racy” djfdjfkdjgh

- “for all those kids out there, the b99 fans, you probably don’t wanna watch this”.... but andy,, we absolutely Do

- andy was cristin’s least favourite person in the movie

- nyles spread eagle on the bed was in the script not an acting choice

- according to andy there were 700,000 bugs just hatched where they filmed the wedding scenes that they had to edit out in post (also it was suuuuuper cold and cristin was shivering)

- ANDY CALLED HIMSELF A BUTT UGLY WEIRDO. NO SIR. U ARE THE FURTHEST THING FROM THAT.

- the dance move when he clapped his hands over his head “lightly hurt his schlong”

- they had 20-30 options for orchid explosion by fournier, cristin pitched some too that she “does not remember!” (she said that very cute)

- they talk about how great june squibb is and how andy is impressed that she wasn’t complaining about the cold/shooting at 5am/the fact that they improved a lil bit. “she doesn’t not give a what”

- during the make out scene on the rock cristin goes “ohhh ~spicy~”

- they also had to have a snake wrangler come out before they shot that scene and he was like “uhh i think it’s good?”

- andy was excited about having to get shot by an arrow when he was reading the script (it was also the moment they realised this movie was zanier than first thought)

- the cave was the same place they shot the old batman movies

- they started working on palm springs on november 9th 2016…. hence the wedding date

- cristin said they did about 30 takes (at least) of her opening her eyes/sitting up.. basically the entire first half of the first day shooting she spent doing the same thing

- “i just think you’re the coolest cristin, way to go man!” “you too andy!”

- the beer is fictional and has a meaning behind it.. the tortoise is to do with a myth about the universe or smth

- andy wants someone to make the beer fr

- “so here is cristin in the desert pretending to be hot” “he means physically” “TEMPERATURE HOT… i have no opinions on her appearance”

- they wanted to skip past the set-up-y parts to avoid it being too groundhog day and add diff dynamics and comedic elements that come from that

- according to andy, nyles has been in the loop an “insanely long time” (cristin and andy like that you don’t know the exact number of years bc however many years it’s been nothing has changed for nyles)

- cristin’s fondest memories were spending days in that dusty ass car together (i too would like to be that girl in his car)

- “i like your hat” “of course you do” was improved by andy and jk

- andy said jk is a “national treash”

- andy loved shooting the montage w jk (and he thinks that montage + the scene at the end is why jk signed up to do ps)

- “i went full butt” - andy samberg, 2021

- HE HAS A STUNT DOUBLE CALLED SETH WHO HAS A SIGNIFICANTLY BETTER BUTT THAN HIM (but andy’s butt was funnier so they went with his)

- the very last shot of the movie was nyles getting the handjob in the car

- max or other andy i can’t remember who talked for a while about how talented our andy is. can’t wait for that oscar nom!!!!!

- if andy were in a time loop he’d try to catch up on shows for a few years (and then try and leave)

- cristin is horrified that he’d choose to watch all of MASH to get him through a time loop

- cristin LOVED filming all the deaths

- andy said that their dance scene in the denim jacket replaces every iconic dance scene ever like fame/dirty dancing/etc etc and he’s right

- he dropped her in that scene bc his arms are “weak and floppy like a baby calf”

- the tattoo moment was the only fully improved scene

- they REALLY wanted it in the movie

- cristin insisted on the hook hand and eye patch and they obliged and she said she kept the hook hand and put it on her mantle and andy was like “prove it prove it prove it prove it prooooooove it”

- she did Indeed prove it

- orange in the movie significies intimacy and that whole montage is coloured orange to show them falling in love

- they loved shooting the tent scene

- the first night they filmed it there was a sandstorm and rain and they had to hide under a tarp and they came back the next night and they were able to get looser with it bc it was the last day of shooting and they’d basically done the whole thing the night before

- the dinosaurs bit was a “symbolic moment between the characters - they are 2 people who don’t believe they can be loved so they’re feeling something impossible and therefore they should see something impossible”

- the wake-ups were like an acting exercise in a way bc each wake up was diff emotionally based on where they were in the loop

- nyles finally cares about something (her) for the first time in maybe hundreds of years and he immediately gets slapped down :(((

- “suck my dick officer bitch” was cristin’s ad lib!!! (if anyone makes a montage of her life’s work she would like it to either begin or end w suck my dick officer bitch, andy said why not both)

- “for some reason i rolled up one of my sleeves [after nyles woke up after their fight] and then we couldn’t get out of it so that was a lesson! it was a terrible choice”

- andy loves the overhead pool shot

- everytime andy watches the confrontation at the wedding he feels terrible for tala, we love an empathetic king

- re: roy’s arc andy talks about how important it is to relish what you’ve got and it was v v v v sweet

- everyone laughed so hard in the arrow/garbage bin scene

- apparently tyler’s shirtlessness in the shower was distracting for people in early tests and they had to tone it back w colour correction 💀

- cristin was like “did that happen when i had to take my shirt off?” and andy was like “uh huh yeah”

- the goat was on set for a couple of days + apparently cristin would talk to it in between takes 🥺🥺🥺 can she get any cuter

- max talked about how they lucky they were to get andy and cristin and how the movie wouldn’t have worked without them, they were so on the same wavelength and there was an early meeting where nobody else could get a word in bc they were talking so much

- nobody was in it for the paycheck, “it was for the love, and dare i say it, for the art” <3

- they took 3-4 nights to shoot the entire wedding, andy can Not stress enough how much they were rushing

- they haven’t busted out any bloopers yet bc they used pretty much every frame they could/reused them in different places

- cristin doesn’t want to know if nana knows bc the mystery of it is what makes the movie so great!

- andy said there’s no definitive answer to a lot of stuff bc a lot of the people working on the movie had diff opinions

- the french song w the slo mo bit of sarah in the bar was cristin’s choice

- andy is v confused why people think spuds is nyles’ dad,, he’s just tricking him into getting a ride and andy’s sorry to everyone who thought it was real

- cristin liked that the payoff at the end felt like payoff while still staying true to who nyles and sarah are and not just super romantic bc “it’s a romcom!” [andy said throwing his arms in the air]

- cloudbursting was andy’s idea from the very first meeting about the movie but we been knew

- andy: “here’s the ending! nobody knows what it means!”

- the family at the end was the producer’s family, they drove a very long way to do that 2 second scene lol

- andy and cristin were swaying to when the morning comes at the end 🥺

- andy clapped and shouted “WELL PRODUCED” when his/tli’s credit came up hahaha

#palm springs #andy samberg #cristin milioti #shoutout to caroline honestly #what an icon

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tyongpoetry · 4 years ago

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can u write about prompt "do i look like a bad guy to you?" with donghyuck hehe ;-; and make it angst mix with a fluff. Thank you very much! :)

Afraid of losing you // Haechan

Summary: It scared Haechan you’ll leave him because of his job, but you rescued his thoughts.

words count: I lost it, sorry

angst with a little bit of fluff :) hope you like it! and thankyou so much for the request! ♡

tw: mentions of blood (just once)

He was up in his head again as he opened the door. He sighed, seeing that every light was off; you went to sleep after waiting for hours for him once again; he knows.

As sorry as he felt, he knew there isn't much he can do. That's his job, after all.

But how can he not feel bad whenever he comes home to your notes on the refrigerator 'hit up the food a little before eating? i love you' with a small heart and your initials beside it. He didn't come at a time for dinner once again and you had to eat alone.

He felt so bad whenever he had to leave because he knew you will worry; he knew you will fall asleep late because it's hard for you to fall asleep without him.

And despite that, you always say that 'It's okay Hyuckie, I don't mind waiting for you as long as you make it home safe.'

He felt terrible thinking that one day he could not make it home to you. He was always extra careful just for you. But it still scared him you will choose to leave on your own one day.

What if you wake up and decide you don't want to live like this anymore? Having to wait for him or always fearing him not coming home. Maybe you will tire of seeing him come home with blood on his clothes or with bruising on his face. Maybe you will decide he's not a good person anymore because of what he does.

He was so scared of you seeing him the same way he sees himself. He was so scared of losing you. You were his only escape from the life he lived, the thought of losing you drove him insane.

After taking his shoes off he tiptoed up the stairs to your guys' bedroom, he needed to make sure you are still there. That you haven't left yet. And there you were, with the blanket up to your neck to provide you with the warmth Haechan's body usually does. He sighed and walked to your side of the bed. He sits on the floor. Slowly he raised his hand to move the hairs that fall down on your cheeks.

And as if touched by fire you wake up alarmed, panicking. But he pulls you in his chest and you hear his voice slowly calming you down.

'Shh, it's okay, I'm here. I'm here now.' He speaks in a whisper, afraid of scaring you. But you soon calm down, now, being here in his arms. And with a shaky voice, you make yourself heard in the darkroom and to your lover's ears.

'I was so scared, there was someone in the house.' Haechan doesn't stop you from talking or push you to do so, he knows you will talk if you want to.

'And you came in time, you... you....' You sighed and breathe in and out for a moment, following Haechan's heartbeat and his taps on your back as he held you close to him.

'You killed him.' Haechan's blood got colder for a moment inside his veins. But what he failed to notice was that you got closer to him after finishing telling your nightmare. As if he was a safety blanket you wanted to hide under.

He sighed and put his hands on your shoulders; he pushed you away enough to see your face lighted by the light bulb from outside the window.

'Do I look like a bad guy to you? Were you ever scared of me? Are you scared of me? I promise to keep you safe and far away from stuff like that.' his questions come one after another and you cannot hear them all as you can tell he's freaking out. His hands shake and you swear you could see tears in his eyes, but he doesn't let them fall. He needs to be strong for you. But he can't help the thoughts and insecurities that have been occupying his mind lately.

Now it was your time to hold him close and tap his back. So you put yourself in bed and hold Haechan's hand to make him come closer to you. His arms wrapped themselves around your body like a child does to its mother, but his arms are way stronger than a child so they look protective around your torso. He rests his head in between your shoulder blade and your neck, your hands in his hair and on his back, slowly tapping like he did to your panicked-self a minute earlier.

'You aren't a bad guy, Hyuck. And you clearly do not look like one to me. You are the sweetest and funniest guy I have ever met. What do you mean?' You feel him trying to get, if possible, even closer to you.

'I'm scared sometimes.' he whispered, probably wanting you not to hear him, but you do.

'Hyuck.'

'Hm?''

I'll never leave you, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. And I love you the way you are, with your job, with your annoyingly beautiful face, and I even love your teasing. And I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of losing you, yes, so I'll never leave. Get that in your head.'

He smiles even though he knows you can't see him. But you feel his smile on your neck. Your words will make him stop overthinking for a little while, at least.

For now, all that mattered was being in each other arms.

#nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct haechan #nct dream #nct drabbles #nct x gender neutral reader #nct #wayv #nct 127 #nctisthecity ♡#asks 🦋

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queervibesmydude · 5 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet

this took me forever to write but I have no regrets.

Nick Scratch x Reader

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Nick absolutely adores your eyes and your smile. He’d do just about anything to make you smile; whenever he sees it, he lights up on the inside and falls for you just a little bit harder. As for your eyes, he could lose himself staring into them. He believes that eyes are the windows to the soul and he loves the connection and intimacy that comes with making eye contact with you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

All of it. He can’t choose just one part, when he’s in love with every single part of you. That said, he loves wrapping his hands around your waist and tracing patterns on your back.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

When you’re just talking, about anything and everything, he likes to keep his distance while still being close to you. He’d lay on his side, focusing all his attention on you, with your feet and hands overlapping, so there’s always some contact.

Otherwise, especially when you’re falling asleep, he loves to keep you as close as possible, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you safe as you drift off to sleep. He’s personally a fan of you resting your head on his chest and moving close to him; that way, he can feel your heartbeat against his body and he can play with your hair and run his finger up and down your spine.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

You could go literally anywhere and do literally anything, but as long as he got to do it with you, he’d be happy. He always loved to take you out on elaborate dates, dressing up as nicely as he could, bringing you to dances and showing you off. He has to admit, though, he really does love it whenever you grab him to sneak off on whatever spontaneous adventure of sorts you felt like going on at the moment.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s certainly much more expressive around you than he is around everyone else. The facade of being suave and charming but otherwise expressionless that he normally keeps disappears entirely around you, especially when you’re both alone. He’s more open and vulnerable around you, and expresses how passionate he is about the things he cares about when he’s around you.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He would love to have a family with you in the future, as much as the concept does scare him sometimes, but he’s in no rush to make it happen. For now, and for the next couple of centuries at least, you and his friends are all the family he needs.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He never hesitates to spoil you with the most precious and elaborate gifts he can find. That said, the gifts that matter the most to you are the small ones, the ones that tend to be quite simple in nature, but remind you of some of the best memories you’ve had together. Your favorite gift, to this day, is a simple bracelet he created just for you, made with some dried sunflower petals from your first date.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Nicholas Scratch loves to hold your hand. He loves taking it and moving his thumb across your knuckles. He loves interlacing his fingers with yours, squeezing it to remind you that he loves you. He loves being by your side, no matter the situation, and holding your hand, just to remind you that he’s there for you, he loves you, and he’ll support you with whatever you need. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth and back, as long as he gets to hold your hand.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

It goes without saying that Nicholas Scratch is incredibly protective over you. Not that he doesn’t think you can handle your own - you most certainly can and he knows it - he just loves you so much he can’t bear to lose you. If you got hurt he’d rush to your side immediately and teleport you somewhere you’d be safe before getting help if he needed to. He’d stay with you until you were okay enough to defend yourself on your own, making sure nothing else would hurt you until then. And of course Nick Scratch is an adorably attentive boyfriend, making sure you’d have everything you needed.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Absolutely, yes. Teasing and joking around with each other has always been a part of your relationship that you both love so much, even when it escalates into a prank war that almost got the two of you banned from Dr. Cerberus’s, much to Sabrina’s dismay.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves to lavish you with kisses. He loves grabbing your face with both hands and pressing his lips to your forehead. He loves kissing your cheek and wrapping his arm around your waist in public, just to show everyone that you’re with him and he loves you. He loves kissing you on the lips any chance he gets, either to comfort you, show you how passionate he is about you, promise you he’ll be there and he’ll be okay, or to seek out love and comfort for you. He loves the feeling of your lips on his and would drink you in forever if he could.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He shows you he loves you by supporting you in your endeavors, always standing by your side. By listening intently whenever you had something to say, always being your shoulder to cry on. He always shows up for you in so many ways, making sure you know that you will be loved and supported, no matter how difficult or challenging things get.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Undoubtedly the time you beat him, hard (not physically), in a competition of sorts. On a day off at the Academy, a bunch of the students had decided to make an amateur competition of who could best the other witch/warlock in a game of combative spells. Everyone made a bracket and the miniature battles ensued, until you and Nick were the last ones left, both pit against each other. You were newer to the Academy and had seemed to have started growing a soft spot for Nicholas Scratch, so everyone assumed he’d beat you. They couldn’t have been more wrong. After quite an intense fight, you cast a spell no one else knew how to do that threw Nick across the room and rendered him momentarily powerless, beating him and winning the competition. Your rebellious power and ability to overcome all expectations without a care about what anyone else thought of you pushed Nick over the edge and made him fall even harder for you than he thought he could. Even though you weren’t dating at the time, that is, without a doubt, his favorite memory of you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. More specifically, losing you or you getting badly hurt because he wasn’t there to help or protect you. He’s something he gets nightmares about somewhat frequently; thankfully, you’re always there to hold and reassure him whenever he needs it.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Nick seems to be living in the world of his own thoughts quite frequently. You’ll often catch him thinking hard about things, or simply exploring things in his own head, taking a few seconds to respond to you calling him at times. You absolutely adore it; he’s brilliant and you love to watch him think and hear all about it whenever he’s willing to share.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Darling and Sweetheart when he’s being flirtatious, he calls you Babe casually, and Baby when he’s being really soft and sweet.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He loves to get all the time alone with you he can get. Whether it’s going on walks in the woods together, lying under the stars and talking about anything and everything, or falling asleep together in his room, he just loves being by your side and feeling your presence next to him.

R = Rhythm (can they dance? are they a good dancer?)

He can dance quite well when it comes to parties and the like. When you first met him, he wasn’t as knowledgeable about more formal or complicated dances, but you have to admit, once he knew you were interested in it, he learned pretty quickly.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

It took him a while to open up to you. Not that he wasn’t trying to, but after having to rely on only himself for so long, it became incredibly difficult for him to open up to someone and allow himself to be vulnerable. He made the effort to trust you though, and while he’s still hesitant to tell you about things sometimes, he’s much better at it. However, under no circumstances does he keep any secrets from you, not unless it would be necessary to keep you from getting hurt, but even then, he’d do it reluctantly.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took you forever to get together. Forever. It drove everyone insane, watching you two build up enormous amounts of romantic and sexual tension over time without ever actually doing anything about it. One day, when you were sitting underneath the night sky together after a raging party, you couldn’t take it anymore and you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him. You spent the rest of the night together, molding your lips together and whispering confessions of the feelings you’ve both had for each other for far too long.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Depends on what you’re upset about. If you’re angry at some sort of injustice, he’ll listen to you attentively and help you create some sort of plan for action to change things and make sure they don’t happen again. If you’re stressed, he’ll help you take a break and relax for a bit, and then he’ll help you finish whatever you need to so it won’t be causing you stress anymore. If you’re sad, he’ll offer a shoulder to cry on and give you all the comfort and love you need until you start to feel okay again.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Nick Scratch is certainly a confident individual, and it shows in the way he acts and carries himself. What Nick is more than proud of, is you. Not only is he proud of you as an individual, he’s so proud of the fact that he gets to be with you, and never hesitates to boast about you or show you off whenever the occasion calls for it.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He’s never been one for the whole damsel in distress trope, no matter what gender the so-called “damsel” was. He prefers to fight beside you, both of you empowering and protecting each other, being the iconic power couple he’s always dreamed of. That said, if you were ever unable to fight, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight for you and do whatever he needed to do to protect you.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He has to admit, learning how to read you had been a challenge when he was first getting to know you. You’re pretty good at keeping your emotions checked and only expressing whatever you chose to at any given time, which can make it hard for people to know how you’re really feeling if you’re not telling them. You’d catch him studying you from time to time, trying to figure you out. By this point, he can read you like a book. He can sense how you’re feeling and know when something’s off, just by noticing a few mannerisms.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Let’s be honest, he was never one for the whole turtle dove hearts thing; he always adored how mortals gave a ring to the other when they wanted to get married. You were never a fan of rings, though. Always found them way too easy to lose. You casually mentioned one day that you always found a necklace to be the most fitting, since it’s the closest to your heart and it’s much harder to lose, and Nick took that to heart.

He made an enchanted pendant that had gold, black, and red wire woven in a circle with the sigil you two created to represent your relationship in the center, adorned with the tiniest crystals that shone in the light. He took you on a walk to the spot where you normally sit and watch the sunset, took your hand, and told you everything he loved about you and how he couldn’t imagine living his life without you. He then pulled out the necklace and showed it to you, asking if you’d be his partner for life.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Being around you. He certainly does enjoy spending time on his own to recollect his thoughts and take care of himself, but being next to you, taking a break from the world to simply enjoy one another’s existence? It makes everything that’s constantly moving at such a rapid pace inside him settle down, even for just a moment, so he finally feels… still.

#caos #nick scratch x reader #nicholas scratch x reader #nick scratch #nicholas scratch #nick scratch imagine #fluff alphabet #nicholas scratch imagine #caos imagine #chilling adventures of sabrina

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ihatecoconut · 4 years ago

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Misunderstood

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“Race, c’mon.” Jack called, “I don’t have time to stand outside here and yell at you until you come out, but I will.”

There was a muffled response from the other side of the door, which Jack chose to interpret as an affirmative, but was more likely a repetition of the ‘fuck off’- the only thing he had heard from Race since he had locked himself in the bathroom. He still didn’t know why.

Race had come home almost half an hour ago, slammed the front door and locked himself in the bathroom. Jack, who had stuck his head out of the kitchen at the door slam had just had enough time to watch Race borderline sprint to the bathroom and lock the door. He had been in their since, had only started responding to Jack after twenty minutes, and Jack was pretty certain he had been crying.

“Race please.”

“Fuck off, Jack!” Yeah, definitely crying, Jack could hear the crack in his voice.

He sighed and slid down the wall until he was sitting in their tiny corridor opposite the bathroom door. “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Who said I want your help?” Race retorted.

That, Jack decided, was progress. It was something out of him other than ‘fuck off’ and it was also kind of an acknowledgement that something was wrong.

“Alright, how about Davey’s help?”

Race didn’t respond to that, choosing instead to throw something at his side of the door- or that was what Jack assumed he did, considering all he heard was a thump and he couldn’t actually see Race. Either way, he took it as an affirmative.

Cowboy: hey can u come over smthns up w race

DaveyBaby: Yeah, of course, do you know what it is?

Cowboy: nope hes looked himself in the bathroom & wont say anyth or come out

DaveyBaby: I’m on my way, I’ll be about ten minutes

Cowboy: thanks.

Davey didn’t respond, and Jack took that to mean that he had put his phone away in order to drive. Ten minutes- he could deal with ten minutes of unresponsive Race; he’d been dealing with Race since they both moved in to Medda’s nearly eight years ago.

“Are you gonna talk to me yet?”

“Fuck off, Jack.”

Apparently not.

Davey arrived exactly ten minutes later, as expected because he never drove over the speed limit, no matter the emergency (‘I won’t be able to help in an emergency if I’ve been pulled over by the police, Jack!’) and he always perfectly calculated the amount of time it would take him to drive said speed limit. The only indicator that Davey was as worried about this as he was, was the fact that he opened the front door and let himself in, rather than knocking and waiting for Jack.

“Where is he?”

Jack waved his hand listlessly at the door, “Still in there.”

“Alright,” he raised his voice slightly, “Race?”

A pause. A thump. “What?”

“Are you gonna come out?”

“No.”

Any other time, Race would have jumped at the opportunity to make a joke about being gay and coming out, but instead of throwing out the ‘I’m gay’- even miserably- he didn’t make it at all. Jack watched as the crease in Davey’s brow deepened.

“How long has he been in there?”

“About forty minutes now.”

He nodded, and Jack could almost see him breaking down the problem in his head, “Race?”

“What?”

“Have you eaten today?”

There was a small, broken sob and Davey’s eyes widened, panicked.

“Yeah,” Race said, “I ate.”

The two of them exchanged a confused glance,

Davey turned back to the door. “Uh, have you got a drink?”

There was a quiet sniff that they only picked up on because they were listening out for any more sobs, “No.”

“Will you open the door enough to take a water bottle?”

Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Davey’s unconscious mothering.

“Yeah,” Race sighed, “I guess.”

Davey smiled, looking slightly relieved, “Thank you. I’ve got one here.”

A hand stuck itself out of the crack that appeared, and Davey placed a water bottle- that he had apparently just brought with him in his satchel? - in it. The hand disappeared quite quickly after that and there was the sound of Race re-locking the door. Jack looked up at Davey.

“What now?” he mouthed

Davey held up a hand- the universal sign for ‘hold on’- “Race? We’re gonna go into the kitchen now. Shout or come out if you need anything, ok?”

“Yeah.”

Davey nodded and bit his lip, the worried look was back in his eyes and Jack wasn’t feeling any better than he had been ten minutes ago, the only positive he could see was that he- the most emotionally stilted person he knew- was not dealing with this alone. Carefully, the two of them moved into the kitchen. “Where was he?” Davey asked quietly, glancing back at the corridor before looking Jack straight in the eyes.

“I don’t know,” Jack replied, keeping his voice to the same volume, “he said he was going out, I asked him if he was meeting someone and he said yeah and then left so…”

“You don’t know who he met?”

Jack shook his head apologetically.

“Ok, ok. Let’s go down the list.”

“Huh?”

“Our friends. You know, people he could have been with.”

“Right, ok, go ahead.”

Davey nodded and pulled out a pen, “Paper?”

When Jack finally found a blank piece of paper, Davey spilt it into two columns- ‘Not’ and ‘Possible’. Down the ‘Not’ column, he wrote ‘Davey, Jack, Sarah, Katherine, Albert.’

“Albert?”

“Sarah was helping him with his math class.”

“Ah, ok.” Jack took the pen and added to the column, ‘Elmer, Smalls, Sniper, Crutchie’

“Were they with you?”

“Yeah. Except Crutchie, he was at Medda’s today.”

“Alright, and now the possible column.”

Together they managed to collect the rest of their friends’ names in the other column- ‘Tommy, Mike, Ike, Blink, Mush, Spot, Finch, Henry, JoJo, Buttons, Specs, Romeo.’

“That’s a much longer list.” Jack pointed out, unhelpfully, “What are we gonna do, text everyone and ask if they were with Racer?”

“Unless you have any other ideas, yeah.”

“I’ll take the top six then.”

Davey nodded reluctantly- it wasn’t the best way they could do this, and it was a little bit of an invasion of Race’s privacy, but Race never cried and he wasn’t offering anything they could do- so they both sat down, ready to text a bunch of their friends and offer no explanation for their question. As people slowly responded, they crossed names off the list. Ten minutes later, Race emerged from the bathroom, just as they had got it down to the twins and Spot.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked quietly, a massive difference from Race’s normal demeanour.

“Trying to work out who you were with.” Davey told him, oblivious to Jack wincing at his honesty, thinking that Race wasn’t going to be happy about that, “Because it might help us work out how to help you.”

“Oh.” Race responded, listless and emotionless, “Who do you have?”

“The twins, Mike and Ike.” Davey watched Race for a reaction, “And Spot.” The reaction to that was immediate, Race’s face crumpled, and he curled his knees up to his chest.

“Spot, then.” Jack muttered, and then louder, “Ok, what did he do and how much should I hurt him?”

“Please don’t hurt him,” Race whispered, barely audible through where his face was buried into his knees, “I think I love him.”

There was a long pause and Davey and Jack exchanged a bemused glance, “Ok,” Jack finally said, “I’m gonna need an explanation on that one.”

Race sat up again and rubbed his sleeves over his eyes, “I thought we were dating, we go out every week and we hooked up at Jack’s last party, so I thought we were dating, but apparently not because he asked me who I was dating, which must have been his way of trying to let me down gently, but I thought we had something and-“ he broke off with another sob.

Jack was choking slightly, “You had sex?” he demanded, “With Spot Conlon?”

“Yeah, and we kept dating after that, but apparently we weren’t.” Race managed to get out between sobs. Davey stood up and went to get a glass of water,

“Calm down, drink this and calm down, we can’t do anything while you’re like this.”

Race nodded, accepting the water, and breathing deeply after ever sip, the other two watched him until he had finished the glass and seemed a lot calmer.

“Ok,” Davey sighed, “I think I know what happened.”

The other two looked at him, Race with raised eyebrows that quite obviously asked him to go on.

“Ok,” Davey started, “so, before you had sex- “

“Please just say hooked up,” Jack interrupted.

“Before that happened,” he continued, shooting an irritated glance in Jack’s direction, “the two of you were already going out for meals together, spending time together- doing what you classed as going on dates?”

Race hesitated, obviously unsure of where Davey was going, “Yes?”

“Alright,” he nodded like this made sense, “and then you… ‘hooked up’ and neither of you spoke about it, you didn’t acknowledge it at all.”

“Well, you know Spot, he doesn’t like to talk about things.”

“And then you continued to go on what you classed as dates?”

Davey could see some of the clarity he had dawning in Jack’s eyes, unfortunately Race still looked confused, and it was Race he was trying to explain the situation to.

“Yeah, Mouth I don’t get where you’re going with this.”

“Did Spot know they were dates?”

“Uh…” the horrified realisation was finally rising across Race’s face like the sun across the ocean, “I mean, he must have, right?” He looked at both them desperately, “Right?!”

“He is a little dense.” Jack offered, almost immediately wincing from the sharp kick Davey delivered to his ankle- apparently growing up with a twin taught you to do an insane amount of things unnoticed.

“This cannot be happening.” Race whispered, “Oh God.”

“You could talk to him.” Davey pointed out, “Tell him what you meant, apologise for not talking to him clearly, et cetera.”

“I’ve never heard someone say that out loud.” Race informed him, still in the same distant, horrified tone as before, “Et cetera. Who says that?”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“I know.”

Hotshot was in an incredibly similar position to the one Jack had been around 20 minutes previous; the only difference was that Spot, rather than locking himself in the bathroom, had chosen to pace the length of their apartment, muttering under his breathe and waving his hands angrily. He had been doing that for about 15 minutes and she was starting to get sick of it.

“Are you gonna snap out of it, or what?”

He paused, blinking at her as if he hadn’t noticed she was there, “What?”

“Snap out of it, Spot!”

“Yeah, sorry.”

He immediately resumed his pacing, and she resisted the urge to bang her head against a hard surface,

“Spot,” she groaned, “why are you doing this?”

“Me and Racer went to Jacobi’s for lunch.”

The urge to bang her head against a hard surface and not stop until everything stopped, “You do that every week.”

“Yeah, yeah I know that.”

Hotshot gritted her teeth- this was her best friend, and he was obviously struggling with something, so she was going to help him through this and not yell at him. She let out a calming breathe. “Then what’s the fucking problem?”

“He told me he had a boyfriend.”

“If you keep only telling me half pieces of information, I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Alright, alright! He told me he liked having a boyfriend, and I was upset because I’m a little bit in love with him and we hooked up at Jack’s last party and I thought that might mean something, but I’m a good friend and I wanted to be supportive, so I asked him who he was seeing and he just left and I couldn’t go after him because neither of us had paid, so I paid and then I was gonna go after him, but he and Jack moved in together and I don’t have his new address yet so I can’t and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Jesus Christ.” She muttered, slightly overwhelmed with information. “When I said stop giving me half bits, I didn’t mean dump all of it out.”

“I don’t know what to do, Niamh.”

“Alright, ok, we, uh, we should probably deal with that slowly.”

He was looking at her the way he had used to when they were still two kids in an abusive foster home, and she had taken on the role of his older sister. “Ok.”

“What do you mean you hooked up at Jack’s last party.”

His face went red, “I didn’t mean to say that bit.”

“Yeah, I guessed. Explain.”

“Explain what, Niamh? You know how it works.”

“Don’t get snappy with me, Sean.”

He leaned back into the couch, “Sorry.”

She ran a hand over her face, running back over his little info-dump in her head, “You’re in love with him?”

“Yeah…”

“Why?”

She hadn’t meant to ask that; she had just never even understood how the two of them had become friends- they had almost nothing in common from what she had seen- and was therefore utterly thrown by his deceleration of love. “I don’t know, Sean.”

“He’s so kind.” Spot whispered, “he’s so nice to everyone, and he smiles at people on the streets, and the kids at his dance studio all adore him, and he always makes time to talk to them if we see them in public. He always makes sure that Davey has time to chill at Jack’s parties ‘cos otherwise he would spend the whole time worrying, and he dances so prettily.”

“Huh.”

He sunk further into the couch- anyone else would think he was ashamed of his deceleration, of the fact that he liked another boy, but Niamh had known him long enough to know he was waiting for her validation, he wanted to know that she thought it was ok. Often, she had cursed the people who had made him crave validation for every response, but it was more important in that moment to give him the validation than to tell him he didn’t need it.

“I’m glad you found someone.”

Spot smiled up at her, just a small thing, but it was there, and then it was gone, “It doesn’t matter, though, he’s got a boyfriend.”

“Yeah…”

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, which was Spot’s general attention span in the quiet, “I don’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me who it was.”

“What do you mean?” Niamh asked, running back over that part of his monologue in her head- so I asked him who he was seeing and he just left and I couldn’t go after him because neither of us had paid, so I paid and then I was gonna go after him, but he and Jack moved in together and I don’t have his new address yet so I can’t and I don’t know what to do about it.

“I mean he just left!”

“And how did he seem?” She asked slowly, carefully making her way towards the same conclusion Davey had reached with Race.

“Uh, upset, I guess? But I don’t know what he was upset about because I would never abandon him or be mad about who he’s dating so…” Spot trailed off and looked up at her again, and the expression was back.

“You asked who he was dating, and he seemed upset?”

“Yes. Are you listening?”

“And you hooked up at a party?”

“Yes.”

“And you go out to eat with Race, and just Race, every week, no matter what?”

“Yes, Niamh, what’s your point?”

“I think it’s you.”

“You think what’s me?” Spot demanded, and his ‘King of Brooklyn’ façade was up, concerningly since he had never felt the need to be emotionless around her.

“I think…” Hotshot explained carefully, “that Race thinks the two of you are dating.”

“What?”

“Yeah…”

“But he told me he had a boyfriend.”

“No…” Niamh corrected, “he told you he liked having a boyfriend. He said that. To you.”

Spot’s eyes had gone wide, “Oh no.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“It’s so bad, Niamh! He probably thinks I was rejecting him or something!”

Niamh didn’t know Race that well, but if he was a true match for Spot, he probably did jump to a conclusion that stupid. She neglected to point that out, instead grimacing sympathetically, and watching him as he jumped back up and resumed the pacing he had been doing previously- she couldn’t even bring herself to criticise him this time. “You could talk to him?”

“I don’t know where he lives, Niamh! How am I supposed to do that?” Spot was waving his hands frantically, “He probably hates me!”

“Spot! You have a phone!”

He froze, halfway through another step, hands up in the air where they had been when he suddenly stopped. She was half tempted to pretend to reset him, but that would probably be insensitive considering his panic.

“My phone.” He finally whispered and dove across the room to grab it. “What do I sa- hey!”

Niamh snatched the phone out of his hands, helpfully already unlocked and pulled up Race’s contact- the only contact in his phone with an emoji after it.

“What are you gonna say?”

“Hey, I think I might have misunderstood you earlier, can we talk please?” she spoke as she typed it out, “That ok?”

“I-uh yeah.”

“Good.” She hit send and they both stared at the screen. “Maybe we should do something else for a while?”

“Yeah…”

Back at Jack and Race’s, the three of them were trying to come up with some sort of plan. Davey kept shooting down most of what they came up with- most notably ‘kill him.’ ‘avoid him.’ ‘seduce him.’- and was starting to look slightly done.

“Oh my God!” Race suddenly shouted, holding his phone out at arm’s length, “He texted me!”

Jack and Race politely ignored Davey’s “Thank God,” instead choosing to read the text several times,

“Huh,” Jack said, “I think Davey was right.”

The boy in question leaned over the shoulder that Jack was not reading over and glanced over the message. “Yeah. I think Spot might be on the same page as us now.”

“So, what do I do?” Race asked, looking up at him hopefully.

“…Text him back?”

“Yeah, yeah, uh I’ll ask him to come here? Or should we go somewhere else?”

“The park.” Davey suggested, “It’s kind of neutral ground.”

“You’re a genius!” Race informed him, typing fast enough that his fingers were almost a blur, “If you didn’t like Jack and I didn’t like Spot I would absolutely date you!”

“Thanks…”

“He responded! He said yes! I’m leaving!”

“Please put on shoes and a coat!” Davey cried as he made a break for the door with neither of those things.

“Yeah, yeah, ok.” Shoes and coat in place, Race gave them a cursory wave and sprinted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“I am so glad that crisis is over.” Davey sighed, sinking back down on the couch, “And I am now going to sleep for three years.”

Jack laughed and ran a gentle hand through his boyfriend’s hair, “You do that.”

Nobody ever actually found out how the conversation between Race and Spot in the park went, but they did announce that they were officially dating- and kinda had been for three months- in the groupchat later that day. Hotshot and Davey also received some nice socks a few days later, supposedly from an anonymous donator, but the ‘thanks for your help with Race/Spot’ respectively did kind of make the lack of signature pointless.

#newsies fanfiction #newsies #the newsboys #newsies fandom #racetrack higgins #race newsies #Sprace #spot conlon #writing #writer #writers #my work #my writing #fluff

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lesbianzhane · 5 years ago

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Hi may i have some 30C crygi thank u love u 💖

hi!! i hope you enjoy this! i had a bunch of fun writing this, and i think the idea is super cute!

“I can’t imagine life without you.” Fake dating AU

It started off simple enough. Gigi’s ex girlfriend, Nicky, started dating someone new and she just had to get back at her. They were only broken up for two weeks at most, and Gigi was still suffering through the romantic withdrawal she was experiencing. So, when she desperately posted a stupid Craigslist ad about wanting someone to pretend to be her girlfriend to piss off her ex, she wasn’t really expecting a reply.

When she opened her email the next day, one at the top of her list caught her eye. It was from someone named Crystal, who had contacted her about her ad. Gigi sat there, mouth hanging open as she stared at the email in front of her. How could someone actually agree to something so ludacris? This Crystal person must be insane. Still, the curiosity was killing her, so she sent a quick email back and the two of them exchanged numbers.

That was how Gigi found herself sitting outside a small cafe, gently tapping her long nails against the table as she waited. She had gotten there ten minutes early, just in case, and ordered her own coffee by now. She was sipping on the warm liquid when she saw someone scrambling up to the table. She quirked an eyebrow at the creative looking person standing in front of her.

The person in question was wearing a paint stained white t-shirt, tucked into a pair of baggy mom jeans. The jeans were covered in patches and small drops of paint as well. Around her neck were at least three too many necklaces, and her wrists were decorated with an abundance of bracelets as well. Whoever this was sure was a character.

“Gigi?” The mystery person spoke up, pointing a calloused finger her way. Gigi was shocked, surely this couldn’t be who she thought it was. She stood, holding a hand out.

“You must be Crystal.” She tried her best not to judge based off of Crystal’s outward appearance. The girl seemed sweet enough over text, a bit quirky, but Gigi could easily get used to that. It wasn’t like she was expecting a supermodel from Craigslist. Crystal nodded her head quickly, taking the hand in front of her and giving a powerful squeeze. The pair sat back down, and got to work.

They made plans to show off their fake relationship on Gigi’s social media, which she was sure Nicky still frequented. At the end of the week their shared friend, Jackie, was throwing a small party. The two of them would show up, make their grand entrance and announce that they were dating, and that’s all Crystal had to do. Gigi would make some excuse up the week later for why they broke up, and then everything would be done with.

Crystal easily agreed to the plan. She was a fun spirit, and helping someone out who she had barely known for more than two days seemed to be right in her ball park. The two concluded their meeting, and before Gigi could leave, the other girl wrapped her up in a hug. Gigi had to ignore the way her heart leapt into her throat at the contact, and waved goodbye to Crystal as they parted ways.

Gigi pushed whatever odd admiration she had for Crystal down, and hoped that it would fade into nothingness.

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Gigi hit post on her latest picture of her and Crystal. The two of them were laying down in Crystal’s backyard, and the way that Gigi was looking at Crystal was something she didn’t need to fake anymore. Her feelings for the other girl were getting harder to ignore, especially with how easy Crystal fell into her position as the perfect girlfriend. The two of them often spent hours just talking with each other, easily getting to know more about the other.

Gigi learned that Crystal was, in fact, an artist. The paint staining most of her clothes was a given, but when Gigi actually got to see her work, she was blown away. Crystal was insanely talented, much more than she gave herself credit for. Gigi promised herself that one day, she would be able to get Crystal to view herself the way she viewed her. The other girl just laughed her off, telling her they really only had a few days left until the party, and then they would go their separate ways. It made Gigi want to cry on the spot.

The days passed far quicker than Gigi would have liked, and she spent as much time with Crystal as she could. She shared things she’d never told anyone before, not even Nicky. She opened up about her insecurities, about how she worried that she wasn’t good enough. The two of them fell asleep that night wrapped up in each other, and it was the best sleep she had gotten since her and Nicky broke up.

The day of the party, Gigi stood in front of her mirror debating one which dress to wear. One of a tight, black one that her mother had custom made to fit her perfectly. It was sexy, and she surely wanted to prove to Nicky that she still was enough. The other was more modest, it reached to just above her knees and had a black halter top that faded down into a white skirt. She had made it herself, and she thought she looked cute in it. The debate was between cute or sexy, and she really couldn’t choose.

She had long finished doing her hair and makeup, going with a simple black smokey eye and a light coating of lip gloss over her lips. Her hair was curled, and cascaded down her back wistfully. Gigi heard a knock on the door, still being clad in only her bra and a pair of black shorts. There was only one person who could be ringing her doorbell, and she didn’t care if Crystal saw her half naked.

Pulling the door open, Gigi thought she might faint on the spot. Crystal was wearing a short pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her waist defined by the structure of the dress. It poofed out on the ends, making Crystal look like the perfect mix of cute and sexy that Gigi was just debating over. The girl twirled, laughing quietly at Gigi’s expression.

“You like it? I borrowed it from my friend Heidi. She said it would look good.” Crystal spoke up, stepping into Gigi’s small apartment. Gigi nodded stiffly, turning around and rushing back to her room. She decided that yes, the black dress would be perfect. Gigi didn’t know how much longer she could look at Crystal while they were alone without saying something she might regret. She got dressed quickly, adjusting her hair briefly before the two of them set off.

It was a short drive to Jackie’s, and Gigi’s knee bounced the entire time she drove. She was much more nervous than she should be, less about her friends meeting Crystal, and more from the fact that this would be the last night she got to spend with her. Gigi didn’t want the two of them to drift apart, she had grown to actually like Crystal. Fake dating surely wasn’t something she was good at.

The two arrived, and of course, Crystal hit it off with everyone swimmingly. She talked with Jackie and Jan about music, arguing that yes it was valid that she still listened to One Direction as an adult. Jan just laughed, shaking her head and letting the topic drop. Gigi watched as Crystal introduced herself to Nicky, and the way that Nicky’s mouth fell into a frown. The plan was working perfectly, so why was Gigi so unhappy?

As the night progressed, Gigi found herself pulling away from the party to sit on Jackie’s back porch. It was much more quiet outside, and she had the chance to think more on her feelings than she would if she stayed inside. Crystal was someone who found it easy to socialize, she made friends fast and it made Gigi incredibly happy that they were all getting along with her. Her heart would race every time she made eye contact across the room with Crystal, and it was getting harder and harder to hide her feelings.

Dropping her head into her hands, Gigi let out a quiet groan. Just as the noise left her throat, she heard the door behind her opening, and then a body sitting down next to her. The telltale smell of Crystal’s perfume wafted into her nose, and she lifted her head to meet Crystal’s smiling gaze.

“You alright?” Crystal tilted her head to the side, eyeing Gigi up carefully. Gigi wanted to lean forward, to press her lips to Crystal’s and forget all about this fake dating fiasco. Instead, she turned her head away and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about, Crys.” Gigi waved her hand, though she wouldn’t look directly at her.

“Are you mad at me or something? I mean, if you are it’s okay because we won’t see each other after this.” Crystal tried her best to laugh it off, resting her chin in her hand.

Gigi stood abruptly, rubbing her hands together and pacing back and forth as she spoke. “Crystal, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“It’s the last day..” Crystal was thoroughly confused by the way that Gigi was acting. She didn’t think she had screwed up that badly.

“I can’t imagine life without you.” Gigi turns, finally facing the other girl again. “These weeks have been so much fun, and I really like you, Crystal. I like you so much more than I should, and I know it was all supposed to be fake, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

Crystal’s mouth hung open at the confession, and she stood up. Making her way slowly to Gigi, she reached her hands out to take the other girls. Crystal gave Gigi’s hands a squeeze, slightly trembling as she spoke. “G… I like you too. I’ve been dreading this week, it’s been so hard for me to think that you’re gonna stop talking to me after this.”

Gigi didn’t need to say anything further, she leaned forward to press her lips onto Crystal. She poured her emotions into the kiss, closing her eyes and leaning into the other girl. Gigi moved her hands onto Crystal’s waist, pulling her closer as the kiss came to an end. The two of them caught their breath, laughing quietly at how silly they both were. Their feelings were right there in front of them this entire time, and neither did anything about it.

They returned to the party, hands interlocked and bright smiles on their faces. This time, when they told everyone about their relationship, it was completely real.

Gigi didn’t know that a Craigslist ad could change her life so greatly.

#rupauls drag race #rupauls drag race 12 #rpdr #rpdr12 #rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #nicky doll #jackie cox #jan sport #crystal x gigi #crygi #goodemethyd

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baroquebucky · 5 years ago

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Hey, I read that you do Walter fics. I have a request. Can you one where the reader is a new tech investor and Walter falls for her but (of course) is too scared so Lance tries to play match maker and uses is pigeon form to get them both to meet. And it kind falls apart a little but they meet later when they are both working late in the lab and just have a nice conversation together and a friendship blooms.

A/N: im so sorry for taking this long !!! I hope you can forgive me and i hope u like this <3

You were relatively new to the game, putting in a ridiculously large amount of money into technology that could fail. But like most of the investors, you had way too much money anyway.

Everyone was gathered, hearing pitches that no one really cared about, you especially didn’t care about them. Most of the things people offered were for weapons, gadgets that could help some but not all.

You wanted to invest in someone good, someone who really cared and you could trust in. Then your eyes landed on him. A boy your age who looked much to shy to approach any big shots, but as soon as you saw him you just knew that he was good.

You approached him quickly and with a smile, quickly seeing his many gadgets and seemed to cause no harm.

“hello” you smiled at him and he immediately froze up, he felt himself blushing and his mind turned to mush. For as smart as he was he couldn’t wrap his mind around how it was possible to be as pretty as you were.

“are you okay?” You spoke up before he started stuttering.

“i-yea- i am that- okay i mean- im fine sorry i just yeah” he smiled shyly and you returned it, chuckling softly.

“so explain to me what this is” you motioned to his gadget and he quickly nodded, going on to explain how it worked and what it’s used were. You were very interested, the weapon wouldn’t hurt anyone and I’m a way you would be helping everyone.

“okay, how much do you want?” You spoke, looking at him as he tried to hide his emotions.

“wait like really? like actually?” He spoke smiling at you as you nodded.

“I don’t know i didn’t think I’d get this far” he spoke, scratching his neck and smiling. You ripped a small piece of paper off a notebook on the desk beside you and write your number down haphazardly.

“text me or call me so we can meet to discuss finanaces, or anything else you want” you winked at him before turning on your heel, blushing furiously and smiling like a little girl. Walter on the other hand was stunned and wanted to jump around im excitement.

As Walter got home he texted Lance, asking what you had said meant, did that mean text you only for business or does that mean text you to flirt? Did you think he was cute?

Walter shot these questions at Lance who knew exactly what to do. Being the most amazing spy, Lance found out you loved animals, so finding out that Walter has helped create something to turn you into an animal would surely cause you to fall for him if you hadn’t already.

So the next day you woke up to a knock on your door. You opened it in your pjs and looked around, no one was there. When you closed the door you heard another knock, you opened it and heard a “down here” your eyes went wide when they landed on the small pigeon on your front porch.

“oh my goodness hey little guy are you okay?” You asked slowly approaching the bird. You screamed as it turned into Lance Sterling, your heart racing as your pet dog came bounding to the door to help protect you.

“Lance Sterling? How the hell did you just transform out of a pigeon? That’s insane” you smiled, petting your dog to signal to him that you were fine.

“Walter beckett is how” he smiled and you felt your heart beat pick up.

“Do you wanna come inside? I’m making some breakfast” you smiled and he nodded, taking a seat at your table.

“You know Walter?” You asked, pouring some coffee and setting it out for Lance to pour in his milk and sugar as he pleased.

“yeah he works with me, he’s the guy that developed all the harmless gadgets we have at the spy facility.” He spoke, you smiled, you knew he was good from the beginning.

“if we works with you why does he need investments from other people?” You asked him and he smiled softly.

“Well the new gadget isn’t exactly spy work, it’s more of community helping so it doesn’t fall under what the facility can invest in.” You nodded as he spoke, serving some food on two plates before sitting down next to Lance and talking about the tall, sweet boy you both knew.

“well let him know that I’m still waiting on his text, business related or not” you smiled and Lance smirked, he knew this would turn out amazing.

“I’ll let him know, have a good day y/n”

“You too Lance” you smiled and waved as he drove off. Closing the door behind you and sat on your couch, bored out of your mind. The only thing you could think of was Walter Beckett. And as if clockwork you phone chimed.

Unknown number:

hi it’s walter

beckett

the one with the tech you wanted to invest in :-)

You smiled at the small bursts of messages, quickly typing back.

hi walter of course i remember you

did you finally decide on a price ?

oh i forgot about that

give me a couple days and I’ll have something concrete :-)

we could talk about it over lunch today if you want, maybe 12:30 at this really cool cafe i know

You felt your face flush, you weren’t usually bold, mainly because every man you came in contact with was annoying. Walter was different though.

You saw the typing bubble appear and disappear a couple times before he finally replied.

yeah sounds perfect :~)

You smiled at his response and rolled over on your couch, nearly falling off before catching yourself with your arm and making yourself comfortable. You checked the clock. 10:34 am.

You rushed up to your room and grabbed some nice clothes and rushed into your restroom. You had to look presentable at least.

You showered quickly and got ready. By the time you had finished it was already 11:45 and you smiled as you saw yourself in your mirror. You sent the address to Walter and he quickly replied with a “on my way :-)”

You drove calmly as you finally got to your destination, choosing a booth near a window where you could see the bustling city outside.

Walter walked into the shop looking for you, AirPods in and curls looking somewhat tame. You gave him a small wave and he quickly took his AirPods out and smiled brightly at you.

“hey y/n!” He spoke and you smiled at him.

“hi walt how have you been?” You beamed at him as he took a seat across from you looking at the small menu infront of him.

“I’m good actually and you?” He replied glancing up at you while he skimmed the menu.

“I’m good too” you spoke before looking at him for a second as a smile settled onto your face.

The waitress came to take both your orders and quickly smiled at the two of you while stating that it should only take a couple of minutes to get the orders out. Until then you both had time to talk to each other, and you hoped it wasn’t business related.

“So Lance tells me you have a pet pigeon?” You smiled at the boy and he blushed, smiling and laughing nervously.

“yeah, hey names Lovey she’s so sweet” he spoke, looking at you as if he was waiting for you to make fun of him.

“that’s kind of cool, do you think she would like me?” You asked, leaning in towards him a little more. His smile grew and he nodded his head.

“oh yeah, Lovey would love you so much” he smiled and you leaned back into your seat.

You continued the small talk until the food came out and you both scarfed it down quickly.

“holy cow this food is so good!” Walter Mohamed between bites and you nodded your head.

“best place i know for lunch my guy” you smiled as he continued to eat his heart out.

When you both finished eating you continued to get to know each other. You found out that he is very competitive at arcade games just like you and once played just dance for five hours straight without realizing it until he almost passed out (he had too much coffee).

“I won’t lie to you Y/N i would definitely destroy you at air hockey” he smirked and you laughed, shaking your head at the now confident curly haired brunette infront of you.

“give me a time and place and it’s on Beckett” you raised your eyebrows and smiled as he thought of an arcade nearby. His face lit up as an idea came to mind.

“How about we have a game night? I have just dance and wii sports and Mario games and we could just have some fun!” He smiled and you nodded.

“That’s probably the best idea you’ve had walt!” You jokes as he blushed. You smiled at him as he sent you his address so you had it when you needed it.

“How about next week? Friday?” He offered and you nodded. You both paid and waved goodbye to each other. It was only when you got home that you realized, not once had you mentioned the investment. You smiled as you thought back to the small jokes he had made and how quickly you both had warmed up to each other.

Your phone dinged and you saw the message from walter, a final amount for the tech. You smiled and replied quickly before changing into more comfortable clothing and lying in your bed.

Game night came and you were both immensely competitive, windows were almost broken and you had many rounds of Mario kart because he claimed you were cheating. Lovey fell utterly in love with you and even wanted you to stay the night.

Game night became a weekly thing and some times even Lance would join in. It was the start of something you knew would last.

#walter beckett #walter beckett imagine #walter beckett fluff #walter beckett x reader #spies in disguise imagine

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yntcdtyler · 5 years ago

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so here’s my lover secret session’s story... 02/08/2019 london 🏹🇬🇧

i got my dm on twitter on july 16th at 5:15pm and i looked at it thinking someone was trying to boo boo the fool me and it was really gonna say something like “stream ME!” so i opened it not thinking much of it and my heart literally SANK when i saw it was actually REAL. i got the phone call 4 days after from a girl called sara who was from Taylor Nation, she told me everything and i was literally in the storage room in work crying.

so it’s finally august 2nd.. i got up at 5am cause i literally had 4 different trains and 2 ubers to catch, when i finally got to my hotel it was around 11am, i checked in and got ready and went to the meeting point. i was literally the first one there so i panicked thinking i was at the wrong place but more people started to show up and immediately everyone formed little friendship groups who they seemed to have stayed with the whole day which was insane. i met lisa and emma which i’d recognised from twitter because we’d been following each other for so long and then georgia, evie & shiv all came over and we all just bonded and instantly became friends and realised we we’re the brits of the group, there were SO many international fans and it was amazing seeing people come from all over the world! our group was first on the bus and i’m not sure why but we were literally all crying like wtf was going on?? we drove past a few ambulances thinking ‘that’s gonna be our ride home after tonight’ cause at this point i’m like dying and then we finally got to THE HOUSE.

we all go inside, the ME! playlist was on, there was a huge moose head on the wall which we all became really intrigued by, a huge mirror to see ourselves ugly crying, there was food & drinks and little m&m’s with ‘lover’ and hearts on them and i have no idea what was going on in my mind at this point, like i didn’t know what to expect.

so then we all go to the living room we’re there was a bunch of cushions on the floor and a chair and speakers in front of us and i KNEW what was about to go down lads, it’s about to happen, we’re about to hear lover and i just wasn’t ready and i was sat THERE in front of the chair and a few minutes later... SHE COMES OUT FROM BEHIND THIS DOOR LOOKING LIKE LIKE AN ACTUAL GODDESS THAT JUST STEPPED OUT OF HEAVEN AND I DEAD ASS DIED RIGHT THERE THINKING ABOUT THAT AMBULANCE I SAW EARLIER ON CAUSE SHE JUST WASNT REAL. so she’s like “welcome to the lover secret sessions” and the noise that came out me was actually not human at all. she played half the album the first and kept apologising for ranting and going off topic which was so funny, she’s so adorable i was literally in awe. then was like “we’re gonna take a break so you can all go the bathroom, have a drink and stretch your legs” and then mentions she’s made us treats and everyone’s like OMG and she’s literally like “it’s just rice crispy treats i dyed in heart shapes” and it was just the funniest thing bc she’s just so sarcastic but they were the cutest things and just knowing she spent time making them was honestly insane. like i ate a rice crispy heart treat..made by taylor swift? sounds fake. so then as she’s passing them around, she’s goes into the garden and starts talking to everyone and thanking people’s parents and let everyone on her trampoline and just shouts “THESE ARE MY KIDS” with a glass of wine in her hand and it was such a taylor swift moment. it was just surreal like wtf? imagine bouncing on taylor swifts trampoline? i would’ve went on it but i wasn’t about to break my neck before listening to the rest of the album x

okay so we go back in to listen to the rest of the album and throughout the whole album listening part, i just kept crying and she kept looking at me and smiling and singing and i was just bloody in shock. there was one point during a song we’re me and georgia we’re holding onto each other crying and she just looks at us and tilts her head and gives us the most warming smile. right there we both died together it was unreal. but the album HOLY SHIT every song was INSANE. i found it so hard to pick a favourite so i have 3, this album is literally her BEST, and this coming from a speak now stan🤝 i was just the happiest i’ve ever been, it just seemed like a dream. seeing her sat there in front of me so happy and in such a good place, feeling so proud of this album and these songs just made my heart feel so full. what i was feeling in that moment is unexplainable. just pure happiness like i knew life doesn’t get any better than this... right it’s time for the meet and greets and everyone goes back in to the other room whilst they got ready and people started queuing then to go in and meet her, she spent so much time with every single person and seeing everyone’s faces coming out that room was so magical. the event was supposed to be over at 11pm and it’s literally 1:30am when it was my time to meet her. she’d literally been meeting people for HOURS and is 2 and half hours past the end time and she didn’t even mind. everyone was so eager to go inside that me and the girls decided to wait till the end.

so evie had just come out and now it’s my turn. i almost fainted, i was so dizzy and nervous and WHEN I TELL U I WAS PETRIFIED TO GO INSIDE, I ACTUALLY MEAN IT BECAUSE I WAS STOOD OUTSIDE THE DOOR REFUSING TO GO IN FOR ABOUT A MINUTE CAUSE I COULD JUST SEE HER STOOD THERE AND I WASN’T READY BECAUSE LIKE I’VE DREAMT ABOUT THIS MOMENT SINCE FOREVER. emma and lisa we’re stood there laughing trying to force me inside as well as a girl from TN. took me a good minute but i finally walked in, i walk over to her trying not to cry AGAIN and she’s stood there smiling at me and she says to me “it’s tyler isn’t it?” and i was like JDJSKDJD “yeah 😭😭😭😭” cause i didn’t think she knew who i was and i was just randomly picked by TN??? she then pulled me in for the biggest hug and i just felt like this is it, i’m gonna bloody pass out. I TOLD HER THAT WAITING IN THAT QUEUE TO MEET HER WAS LIKE WAITING FOR THE ELECTRIC CHAIR and i was like why tf did i just say that omg but she laughed and was like “omg hahaha it’s like waiting for the electric chair that’s so funny” then i gave her the lover necklace i’d gotten made for her so we had matching and she kept saying how much she loved and how beautiful it was. then said “i love your necklace” with a little smirk because i was wearing her ‘TS’ initial necklace and my heart just went HDAJHDJDDH. then she asked did i enjoy the day and i was like of course??? it was so amazing i couldn’t stop crying and she was like “aw i had so much fun, i love doing these” and then she asked how i’d gotten here and i told her that i had to take 4 trains and she looked so shocked and thanked me for doing that and asked if i was travelling afterwards and i told her i had a hotel and she goes “omg good, PLEASE don’t talk to any strangers” and i’m just like YEAH OF COURSE ANYTHING FOR U MISS SWIFT :’)))) i hugged her about 3 more times and i asked her about tour, and how she found me and she said she’d found me on tumblr and literally said “its tylovestaylor right?” and i was just like WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. IM SCARED. cause i barely use tumblr because i’m the only one who reblogs myself??? and i’d gotten my dm on twitter so my mind was like wtf is going on right now?? i told her i changed my url and she said she’d follow me 🥺 then says “so do you wanna like... take a picture together or something?” YEAH OF COURSE, IM A BIT OF A MESS RN BUT ABSOLUTELY. she asks what i wanted to do for the photo like stand, sit, go near the piano? and i told her to choose because my mind was just all over the place and she says to me “i think one sitting down with our legs crossed over acting all (then does some pose) and stuff” i just couldn’t believe what was actually happening. we sit down next to each other and she grabs my hand and i’m just holding her and the photographer takes the photo and she tells me to have a look to see if i like it and i said i looked so bad and she goes “ITS SO CUTE, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND PHOTOGENIC” then the photographer told me i was really photogenic and tay goes “SEE SHE EVEN SAID IT” did taylor swift..who invented photos and beauty... just call me beautiful and photogenic? surely not. so we took one more pic and she said she loved it so i loved it😭😭😭 we got up and hugged again and i just kept saying i love you and she told me i was beautiful and i was like SO ARE U???? and then i told her that i still don’t believe she’s real and she laughed. we hugged again i told her i loved her as i was walking out she shouts “please get home safely” and i said “have a safe flight wherever you’re going next” at the same time and she laughed and was like “OMG THANKYOU?” and i walked out and the emotions i was going through oh my god. i’d just met my favourite person in the entire world? like never in a million years did i think i’d ever meet her let alone get handpicked for secret sessions. i was in so much shock like it wasn’t real. that never happened? i’m still in shock now and literally crying writing this. she was so lovely and welcoming and spoke to me like she’d known me forever.

AND AFTER ALL THAT, SHE DECIDES SHE WANTS ME LITERALLY DEAD AND LIKES MY POST ON HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. RIGHT AFTER I’D MET HER.

i couldn’t get over how beautiful she is, inside and out like i already knew that but seeing her in real life is so different, she’s literally flawless and so cute and delicate and i’ll literally die for this woman. thankyou so much, from the bottom of my heart @taylorswift for choosing me out of 100m+ fans, i’ll never understand why i was chosen but i can’t explain how grateful i am. it was by far the best day i’ve ever had in my 18 years of being alive, nothing will ever come close to that moment. i cant wait for everyone else to hear this album, i miss you and your hugs already and i forgot to tell you because my mind was blank but i’m insanely proud of you and will support you forever. promise.

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jj-lynn21 · 5 years ago

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Party At Greenwald’s ch 3

Warnings, sex, drugs, angst, possessive relationship

Images courtesy of @dearcardan on twitter, @billofourtime,imdb, mood board my creation

ch 1 ch 2 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7

{flash back continued}

Minutes after you pull his arm around you for comfort and warmth he is up. He seems to roll over you to stumble to the bathroom to be sick.

You get up to go take care of him. As he purges the night before concoctions you put a warm damp wash cloth on his neck and rub his back.

“I didn’t think you were going to be here,” Mark is on his kneed hugging the toilet as his stomach lurches and he spews more.

“Flight was cancelled,” You take the cloth off his neck, warm it and put it back on him. “I’ll have to rent a car and drive.”

“Bullshit,” He starts dry heaving.

“I’m going to get you some ginger ale.” You head downstairs to the kitchen for the drink to settle his stomach and yours.

Mark is sitting on the edge of toilet with his head in his hands. He looks up as you walk in with two cans of ginger ale. “Damn, that was an insane night. Now what’s going on with your flight, babe? I didn’t hear you because I was puking my guts out.”

“They cancelled my flight and closed the airport for at least a week.” You sipped at the ginger ale. “Like I said while your head was in the bowl, I’ll rent a car and drive home.”

“Oh yeah, that’s why I called bullshit.” He sipped his ginger ale. “I don’t like that plan. I’m going to shower. We can pack our shit in my car. And your going to be quarantined with me.” He grins.

“Oh, they will love that,” you roll your eyes.

“My parents fucking love you.” He strips. “They love you more than they love me, I think. Besides we barely need to see them. We can stay in the guest house.” He gets into the shower.

“I’ll talk to my parents to see what they think.” You head out the door.

You are completely surprised they like Mark’s idea. You haven’t told them much about your boyfriend, but they trust you made a good choose. It is too dangerous to drive eighteen hours. The hotels and motels are closed due to the virus. You would have no where to stop to rest. You just have to promise to video chat them daily. You agree.

You join Mark in the Shower. He is just rinsing off. He smirks, “Good idea. Get dirty where we can get clean.”

You giggle, “my parents think its best I stay with you. Well, with your parents and you.”

“Fuck, that’s the best news I’ve heard all week.” He pushes you to the back wall of the shower.

He kisses down your neck. Nothing on the mouth since neither has brushed your teeth yet. Last nights party, this mornings toilet trash does not make for a please breath. And you both know this. The smell of whatever and everything in your gut still permeates the air, yet that does nothing to slow Mark’s or your libido.

Mark has you crying out his name softly in minutes. The shower water cascading over you both. His hips slapping into yours as your bodies connected deeply.

Mark groans, “Its going to be fucking paradise to have you 24/7 with me. Ffff u c k i n g p a r a d I S E” He pulls out and comes on your stomach. Leans his forehead against yours. He reaches down to make sure you finish so you don’t withhold sex. He is practically terrified you will withhold sex if he doesn’t finish you off. You were already really close to the edge. So sensitive to his touch. You get what you need from him. He gets all he needs from you.

He steps out of the shower so you can actually take one since you are now partially covered in his seed. He brushes his teeth and messes with his hair before going to get dressed. You enjoy the hot water beating over your body. You power the shower nozzle over your body before even taking your favorite soapy bath sponge to all your part. Brushing your teeth is a must when you get out.

Mark has made some toast for you both by the time you get downstairs with bags packed. “Its only an hour drive to my home. We’ll probably just chill tonight. May order in something unless my mom cooks.”

“I don’t want to even think about eating anything other than this toast for hours.” You eat and drink some ginger ale.

“Glad you didn’t want anything else,” Mark shakes his head. “I think I told everyone to raid the food supply since we all had to leave. I got so fucked up from that stuff Brian dropped in our drinks. I don’t even remember what it was.”

“Let’s not take anything from him again,” you smirk. “We don’t need to be so sick in the morning. And I like to at least partly remember the party.”

“Yeah, to fucked up,” He shakes his head. “I’m with you babe.”

This is a recurring conversation. When you get to that point where the hangover is worse than the high. You always make a deal to never do that again. It’s a deal you both easily break for a good time.

When you get to Mark’s hometown of Salem, it has the vibe of suburbia in a Steven King novel. There are joggers. People are walking their dogs. Little kids ride on bikes. They are all staying away from each other. At least six feet. And there is an almost burned down home surrounded by caution tape in the middle of the street on one side.

“That’s Greenwald’s,” Mark points to the monstrosity. “I guess no one bought it to fix it up yet. His Father and him both got blown away. His Mother left town the next day. Its like this eye sore they keep intact from that night to remind people of the evils of social media.” His voice catches a little in sorrow. “Stupid Greenwald’s”

You didn’t really know how to react. Mark seemed so emotional about the place which usually wasn’t his thingl. You could swear there were tears in his eyes. He looked straight ahead blinking the tears away or maybe some bad memories away as he drove. You moved over as much as the seatbelt would let you, to lay on his shoulder hoping to comfort him. He took one hand off the wheel to wrap around your back. You were both quiet as he drove to his childhood home.

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