#I’m currently watching midnight club

[noturmuse]

I love the hill house, midnight mass, midnight club universe

[scuderiasundays]

better together

summary: airline lounges, box box widgets, and a cheesy greeting card 💌

words: 1,045

a/n: the romcom girlie in me has always wanted to write a meet-cute and i've been listening to too much lizzy mcalpine! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @ssainzz, @diorleclerc, and @userlando just because. let me know if you'd want a part two! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

Love comes when you least expect it. Those same old words had fallen from the lips of every person you knew, so much so that they now felt weightless. On this particular evening, you found yourself at your best friend’s wedding reception, zoning out at the open bar. You nodded along as some man who’d had one too many G&T’s rambled on about his meet-cute on the Paris metro. Seeing two people you adored make a lifelong commitment only reaffirmed the fact that you craved the same.

It was no secret you weren’t exactly the MVP of the single scene. On any given night out, you’d leave the club before midnight to get a full eight-hour snooze. Dating apps were a no-no, as reruns of Catfish had made you skeptical about “finding the one” online. At work, you kept a low profile, socializing just enough to have a tight circle of work friends. It was as if you were coasting on autopilot, wanting love but hesitant to steer towards it.

Not to say that being single was all bad. Every hard-earned dollar was invested right back into the things you loved: trips, clothes, and your dog Cannoli. You silently weighed the pros and cons of your lifestyle as you stepped into the airline lounge.

Setting down your latest read to save your seat, you made your way to the breakfast buffet and grabbed a plate of avocado toast, poached eggs, and a glass of orange juice. On your way back, you spotted someone in a hoodie and cap making themselves at home in the armchair opposite yours.

The whole lounge was virtually empty, and this just had to be his seat of choice? You slowly approached from behind and let out a quiet gasp as you noticed them flipping through your book. “Love languages, huh?” The man pointed at the cover and smiled.

Your pupils dilated twice their size as you registered just who it was. The fan-made bracelets, the Leica, and, most of all, the signature McLaren cap—it all fell into place. “My manager and I just got into a huge argument, and honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but with him right now. Do you mind if I-" He gestured towards the seat beside you, his eyes radiating a silent plea.

“No problem. Let me give you your space,” you responded, hastily gathering your things. Just as you were about to step away, his hand gently clasped your wrist. “I could use the company. I’m Bob, by the way,” he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his cover was blown.

As in, you knew he was currently seventh place in the driver’s championship and slowly but surely climbing up the standings. The last thing he needed was for you to bring any of that up, so you did as he said, trying to give him a sense of normalcy he so deserved.

He headed to the breakfast buffet and returned with the very items you had selected. "Copying me?" you teased. “First step in getting to know you,” he grinned. Curious about your life, he asked about your job in the emergency room. You told him the hours were grueling but watching extremely sick patients leave healthy made it all worthwhile. "Hope I never end up being your patient," he joked.

His interest didn't stop there; he inquired about siblings (only child), your dream vacation destination (Antibes), and whether you were a dog or cat person (not even a question). You, being a proud dog mom, wanted to show your furry guy off and handed Lando your phone.

As he squinted at your phone, you heard him say, "7 days to go. United States Grand Prix." A wave of panic washed over you as you remembered the Box Box widget that also occupied your screen. The silence was deafening as you wished the ground would swallow you up. 

“Let me see the app,” He said. You normally wouldn’t have acquiesced so quickly, but you crumbled and unlocked your phone. He appeared to scroll and click a few things before he handed it back. “Widget Preferences. Constructor: McLaren? Driver: Lando Norris?” You asked as you noticed he’d made some selections.

“You hadn’t bothered with the preferences, so I took the liberty of choosing.” He blushed as the awkwardness of it all hung in the air. “That doesn’t feel fair. I’ve had all this time to get to know you, and I can’t say the same for the other drivers.” You teasingly retorted.

“I'll let the guys know they're in a tight race for your heart." He snickered. The man was on the verge of tears when his manager came by to remind him of his impending flight. “Flight’s in an hour, Lando,” snapped him right back to reality.

He entrusted you with his bags as he ran out to run a quick pre-flight errand. You couldn’t help but squeal the second Lando had vanished from view. What kind of magic was in the air at this airport and could it be bottled?

You tapped through your best friend’s Instagram stories as you awaited his return. The nearly empty lounge echoed as Lando asked a nearby gentleman for a pen and jotted something down. Breathless, he handed you a card, urging you to read it later.

"Your shoelace is untied," he mentioned, and as he bent down to tie it, his blue-green eyes met yours. 

The British racing driver left your life in the abrupt way he had entered it. You took in the card, decked out with drawings of mac and cheese, milk and cereal, and avocado and toast, captioned "Better Together" at the bottom.

It was the only card in the store, but it felt just right. You highlighted “words of affirmation” as your love language, so I thought I’d give this a go. Thanks for keeping me company. Talk soon? - LN 

His number was scribbled at the end. You quickly changed your lock screen widget to showcase his stats and took a screenshot to send his way.

New look. I might be biased, but I think you just became my favorite driver. Let's see if you can keep it up.

He replied right away.

I like the sound of that. When can I see you again?

[diamond-champagne]

7. Do You Miss Me?

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Warnings: None that I know of but please let me know!

a/n: We're kind of approaching the end so please give me requests on what I should write next! Thanks for the love, besties <3 It means more than yous know!

New Years Eve

The balloons and confetti fill the air while bottles of booze litter the table. The UConn Womens’ Basketball team; along with the rest of the UConn athletes, have taken their New Year's festivities to a club. It’s loud and packed. It makes the perfect distraction which is what Azzi needs. 

After her nauseating conversation with Caroline, the curly-haired girl was left to face the truth about her relationship with Paige. It’s fragile but teetering. Every interaction pushes it closer to being destroyed; yet it sits on edge, slightly wobbly, but intact. Azzi knows she’s to blame for the current state of their friendship. Though they’ve had rough patches, she never thought it would get this bad. The pair haven’t had a real conversation in weeks; both doing everything they could to avoid the other. In the three conversations they have had, they argue. It’s exhausting, but Azzi is grateful for the disagreements. It means that there’s still some fight left in Paige. Some fight left for them.

Despite how happy she is to be fighting with the blonde, she wishes that they were making up more. The brown-eyed girl has missed her counterpart over the last month. The two don’t have designated time to spend together anymore, don’t go out of their way to borrow the other’s clothes, or simply just cuddle. Azzi misses Paige. It’s not a new concept as their entire friendship is based on missing each other but Azzi is desperate to have the blue-eyed girl near her. She misses the presence of her best friend more than anything. 

She wonders if Paige misses her too. 

Though she imagines that the blonde-haired girl doesn’t because across the club, Paige is making her way to Cameron. Azzi watches as the football player notices the blonde making her way to him. Azzi watches as she slips into the space next to him; pressing her side into his as his arm snakes around her shoulders protectively.

It’s a nauseating sight that results in Azzi throwing back her shot and quickly ordering another one. And another one. And another one. 

“You should slow down,” Caroline says as she sits down next to Azzi.​​ The sentiment, while appreciated, does nothing to deter the curly-haired girl from ordering another shot. She’s being irresponsible, this much she knows, but she needs to forget. She needs to not feel. “It’s New Years Eve. I’m allowed to get drunk.” the girl grumbles out. It’s hard over the music but her teammate hears every word. “You are,” Caroline agrees, “But New Years isn’t why you’re sitting at the bar, drinking alone.”

Azzi turns to face the couple on the other side of the club. She watches as they talk to one of the football player’s teammates. Paige laughs at something and throws her head back. Azzi wonders if Cam loves that sound the way she does. Or does he prefer her giggle that she probably lets out when they engage in banter? 

These thoughts and more occupy the curly-haired girl’s mind more than she’d care to admit. The thoughts alone are suffocating but to watch is like dying a thousand deaths. So Azzi doesn’t bother with a response. Instead, she downs her shot before heading to the floor to dance. The younger girl isn’t sure how long. All she knows is that Waka Flocka turned into Pitbull which turned into Lady Gaga. It doesn’t matter though, because Paige is still connected at the hip to Cam, and Azzi still wishes that was her instead. 

-

Azzi is drunk. The younger girl is standing in the club bathroom with 30 minutes to midnight trying to get herself together. She came in to use the bathroom but that proved to be difficult when she couldn’t even stand straight. The basketball player eventually got that much figured out but couldn’t really do much else besides hold onto the sink for balance. 

The brown-haired girl had just about gotten a hold on herself when a group of girls walk in. Two immediately head towards the big mirror by the sink Azzi is currently occupying. The other two girls head into the stalls but the conversation between the group never falters; which is the only reason Azzi is able identify one the girls as Riley. In fact, the volleyball player is looking at her through the mirror. 

Azzi is drunk but she isn’t drunk enough for this. She supposes she can’t be surprised. Riley is a volleyball player and most of the UConn athletes are at this club tonight. Still, seeing your ex that broke up with you because of your feelings for your best friend who you still aren’t with is very uncomfortable. Talking to them even more so.

“Hi, Az-”

“Hey, Rile-”

They both start but before laughing. The tensitiy in the air lessens and the athletes watch as the other’s body relaxes. Suddenly, talking to each other isn’t that bad but then again, it could be the alcohol. 

“How are you?” Azzi asks.

“I’m good. How are you? How’s Paige?” Riley replies. The answer must reveal itself on Azzi’s face though, because the volleyball player’s eyes widen before she snaps her head in the direction of the taller girl. “You aren’t together?”

The basketball player shakes her head no and Riley’s eyes widen even more. “Listen, I know I said a lot of things that night but I never would have imagined that you two didn’t figure it out.” Azzi laughs in response. “Well, it doesn’t help that she asked if I have feelings for her and I walked out of her apartment.” The statement earns her a slap on the arm and a scolding from the shorter athlete next to her. 

“Why would you do that? It’s obvious that you do!”

“I’m scared,” Azzi starts. Perhaps it’s the alcohol that allows her to be this open because her next words have never been spoken. “I’m fucking terrifed of loving her. I’m terrified of her loving me. Every single time I look into her eyes, she’s got these intense emotions pooling in them and I don’t know how to handle that. Paige looks at me like I’m her forever. She looks at melike I can hang the stars and the moon. Fuck, she’s just so intense and sometimes I worry about it being too much. Sometimes I worry about being too little.” 

“You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief.” Riley states. She says it even toned and softly as if all three of those words were not insults of some kind. 

“Excuse me?” Azzi exclaims. The insult clearly catching her off guard. 

“It’s the truth,” Riley shrugs. “You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief. Until you begin to work on that, allowing yourself to be happy will be hard. You’re self sabotaging and you don’t even know it.”

The basketball player isn’t exactly sure how to respond. She watches as her ex moves toward the bathroom door before turning around.

“Once you figure it out, I hope you get everything you want.” and then she’s out the door. Azzi shakes her head and checks her phone for the time. She tries not to give what Riley said another thought, at least not while she’s this intoxicated. 

There’s five minutes until midnight. 

Azzi walks out of the bathroom and heads towards the section occupied by her teammates, and Cam. A bitter feeling creeps up Azzi’s throat and invades her senses. Would Paige kiss him at midnight? It’s a thought that produces sickening images in the younger girls’ mind. Though as she reaches the section, all she can hear is her ex’s voice in the back of her mind.

I hope you get everything you want.

While she isn’t sober enough to work out whatever Riley thinks she needs to, Azzi can accept that she should after whatever she wants. It is a new year afterall. 

The words repeat themselves as the girls flood the floor along with the other athletes to start the countdown. Azzi can feel the tequila and adrenaline pumping through her veins as she watches Paige separate herself from the football player to be with their friends. 

10

Should she do it? Azzi thinks she passes through the club to get to Paige.

9

Maybe she shouldn’t. She continues walking anyway.

8

Coward. Azzi gets closer.

7

Liar. And closer.

6

I hope you get everything you want this year. 

5

They’re standing face to face.

4

Azzi pulls Paige closer.

3

“What are you doing?” Paige exclaimed

2

“Getting everything I want” 

1

Happy New Year!

Azzi crashes her lips onto Paige.

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[zhounauts]

CHASING ──── pairing f1 driver!lhs x fmr warnings breakup, cursing, x proofread wc 1.3k currently listening to lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı.

the first time you meet lee heeseung he’s 21, fast, on his third year with red bull, and chasing.

and you’re just you, looking for a job with college coming to a close, wanting to settle down, and here at this fancy monaco club by chance.

the dim, flashing lights, and the pounding bass of the music fill your senses as you sip slowly on your drink that’s far too expensive for someone like you. “could i get another?” you turn to the voice that appears from next to you.

he’s handsome, his hair slicked up, with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. you rip your eyes off of him stranger, drinking what little remains of your drink. “could i also get another of what she’s got?” you snap your head towards him. he smiles. “you’re here alone?”

“yeah,” you answer. he grins, as the bartender slides over the two drinks. he grabs his before sliding over the second one to you.

“oh you didn’t—“

“take it, i wanted to,” he echoes. red rushes up your already rosy cheeks, and you’re insanely glad for the dim lights that previously hurt your head.

“thanks,” you mumble.

“i’m lee heeseung, and you?”

with that night, your life changes.

you go from boring college student, to traveling the world, grand prix after grand prix, sitting in the red bull garage to watch heeseung.

it’s thrilling, every single time you arrive at the bustling paddock with heeseung by your side. you feel on top of the world when heeseung pulls you in for a quick kiss before hopping into his car, the goofy smile on your face seemingly lasting till the the checkered flag.

your heart bursts with pride when he finishes on the podium, cheering in the crowd with his team and when he pulls you in for a hug even thought he’s sweaty and tired.

heeseung is the definition of high speed and you become apart of it.

but just as quickly it all happens, it all can quickly fall apart.

heeseung is chasing.

chasing to be the fastest, chasing to be on the podium, chasing for that world champion title, chasing to be the best, the top of formula 1.

he isn’t chasing to settle down, not even in the near future, because then he’ll be chasing for his second world championship,his third, fourth, and whatever else he can get his hands on.

he’s reaching for things thousands of miles ahead of you, and where he wants go simply doesn’t fit you.

you know the initial thrill of your relationship is fading, heeseung is training, he is always training.

even during the longer breaks between race weeks, he’s out, chasing things that don’t include you. but you don’t want to let go, so you keep trying to keep up.

but he’s too fast, and you’re running out of fuel.

you don’t even flinch anymore when heeseung sends you a message, cancelling a date again because he’s held up at the sims training again. you simply close your phone, setting it down and order when the waitress comes up to you again for the third time.

her face is sympathetic and she’s kind to you, but despite that you wish you could slap that look off her face. you’re angrier than ever this time, all these missed dates, and the lack communication finally catching up. when the food comes, you barely touch it, furiously sending it to heeseung’s tab before storming out of the restaurant.

“yn?”

it’s twelve at midnight when heeseung reaches your hotel room. you put your phone down, and stare at him. “i’m really sorry i—”

”shut it heeseung,” you snap, “i don’t want to hear the same shit coming out of your mouth again,”

“no yn this time i’m—”

“save it, you were busy training or whatever you do, i don’t care,” this time, heeseung narrows his eyes.

“seriously?” heeseung demands, “are you joking?”

“i get you’re training! i get you want to win the world championship because the last race is this weekend and you and Jake are tied for points, but don’t you ever think about us? do you ever think about me? cause it really seems to me, that i’m just—”

“well then you clearly don’t understand,” heeseung snaps, and you inhale sharply. “listen, we’re both tired right now, let’s just go to bed alright? i don’t want to fight with you,” you watch as he hangs his jacket up, and goes to the bathroom. “we can talk when we’re both not yelling,” he slams the door. he shuts you out.

but for some reason, you still don’t want to let go.

you wake up the next morning to the rustling of bed sheets from heeseung’s side.

you groggily watch as he shuffles around the room, going to the bathroom to get ready to leave already. it stings, as you sit up yourself and rub your tired eyes, that this is happening. when he comes out of the bathroom, his eyes meet with yours.

“are you coming to watch qualifying?” he asks, breaking the silence. you look away from him. “okay,” he inhales sharply, “take your time. we’ll talk another time,” and he leaves, shutting the door, shutting you out for the second time again.

the sheer volume of the red bull garage is enough to make anyone go deaf, but despite your anger at him you're still jumping for joy up and down with the members in the garage as heeseung passes the finish line, in first place, as champion of the world.

an engineer grabs your wrist, pulling you out to run with the team so that they can greet heeseung and you laugh, following.

when heeseung jumps out of his car, he sprints, throwing himself over the gate and into the team, where he’s met with slaps on his helmet and screams of pure joy. he makes his rounds around the team, and when he gets to you he stops.

the adrenaline you previously had from his win comes to a slow, as you stare at him. you can’t see what he’s thinking, with the helmet covering his eyes, but you still give him a small smile. that’s enough for him apparently, because he pulls you in for a hug, but you know it's different from the usual ones you two share.

the next time you see heeseung, is at the afterparty, in another one of those fancy clubs that you had grown used to, but had never grown to truly love. afterall, the drinks were still much too expensive for someone like you.

now heeseung is 22, faster than ever, world champion, and still restless for more.

and you’re 22 now as well, slowing down, and settling. when you look over at the center of the club, heeseung’s surrounded by his team, who are still parading him around and cheering. from your spot at the bar, you watch, observe, and when you see heeseung’s face you let go of all your anger, because it all just clicks.

his eyes meet yours, and you watch as he stops. you sip on your drink, turning away from him. you feel someone approach from behind, “could i get a refill? and one for her to,” the familiar scene sends shivers down your back, as heeseung slides into the seat next to you just like he did on that one unforgettable monaco night.

“you did great,” heeseung laughs.

“thank you," he grins, "i feel on top of the world,"

“plotting for your second championship already?”

“you bet,” he smiles, his eyes sparkling. you sip on your drink silently.

“i think we should end things here,” you say quietly. you watch as he falters slightly.

“i’m sorry,”

“no, don’t be,” you tell him, “i’m sorry to. i knew this whole time,”

“it wasn’t you,”

“i know,” you tell him, slinging your purse onto your shoulder. “we're at different points in life,"

"thank you," heeseung whispers.

"no heeseung," you smile, "thank you for giving me an unforgettable year, i'll be cheering for your second world championship,"

and for the first time in a while, you leave the club with your side empty.

© zhounauts 2024

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[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Midnights duality (part 2): Meet me at midnight

So, we’ve established that Midnights is the era where Taylor makes it known that there are two versions of her story, and that the prevailing narrative can’t be trusted and she’s letting a second (conflicting) narrative exist alongside it. This brings me back to the sentence that concluded the album announcement and opened the first track: Meet me at midnight.

Sounds so simple, right? But who are we meeting at midnight? It’s not the public Taylor, because we’ve known her for a while. So it must be the private one, the one that wears trainers and a T-shirt and bleeds purple glitter. Let’s meet her.

Where, other than in the mv, do we see this private Taylor? On the big screen during the Eras tour performance of Anti Hero. And what is she doing? Screaming and waving at us before she walks off in a huff. Guess no one was there to meet her…

She is also the one taking notes when performance Taylor is doing the teaching. I find it noteworthy that the public Taylor here is dressed in 1989 outfit and is holding the pointer stick in the same way she used to swing and hold the golf club in the Blank Space performance on the 1989 tour. She is also the one slut-shaming and bullying Taylor about her weight in the bathroom scene, two things we know were very prominent during the 1989 era so this ‘Anti Hero’ villain is her 1989 self, the height of her fame and perfectly crafted public persona. So this private Taylor that we are meeting is taking notes from her 1989 self. Interesting… And even more interesting that we are now getting a vault track on 1989tv called SLUT!. And I have just learned today that we are quite possibly getting a mv for this song… so would this be the place to meet our new Taylor? I think it’s a contender.

I have said in my post about the burning Lover house, that I take from the blue flames that 1989tv will move the narrative of this new Taylor forward quite a bit and as we are nearing the release (5 days to go as I’m writing this) I get that feeling more and more. Yes, I am not blind or deaf, I am very well aware that Taylor is currently doing her very best performance of NFL player’s gf, but I actually think that furthers my duality in public narrative and performance art point from part 1. Because, while I’m sure I don’t need to give you any examples of the excessive articles and media coverage of Taylor’s outings with either MH or TK, I just want to remind you of what other articles and media coverage has emerged in recent months, and this is not a story that would have made the NY Times or Cosmopolitan even a year ago.

Yep, Gaylor has entered the mainstream media. Not something that was on my 2023 bingo card, if I’m honest. Not even during the spring and summer of 2019, during Taylor’s soft launch phase, was her queerness this openly discussed in mainstream media. And not just as a general idea, some of the articles are linking her to very specific women in the past and, as if that wasn’t enough, the women in question have promptly appeared in public, either non-denying a relationship with her (looking at you DA), or showing up at her concert after a supposed years-long feud, adding fuel to the fire. And didn’t Taylor make a spectacle of looking lovingly up at Karlie in the stands at the last LA show, a show that she hyped up enough with 1989 announcement easter eggs that she could be sure everyone was watching. She wants to give this new narrative a platform. Yes, the straight girl pap walks are happening, but so is this. Pick your narrative. Especially the inclusion of Taylor in posts from official LGBTQ charities like Stonewall and Glaad seems significant to me, because they are non-profit organisations that are dedicated exclusively to preserving and telling queer people’s stories and would never risk their reputation or seriousness of their cause by participating in clout chasing or name dropping. And I know that these two things going on simultaneously seem super confusing, but I’m starting to think the confusion is part of the act. This is the tale of the two Taylors and it’s our job to work out which is which. The Stonewall Archive specifically tagged Taylor in their post about an exhibit on media coverage and public perception… they know something we don’t.

The re-emergence of pap walks alone is something I wasn’t expecting. Over the last 7 years we have known Taylor as a private person after her turbulent 1989 era. She was mostly quiet, stayed out of the headlines, no pap walks or public appearances outside of award shows and select performances. After all, reputation Taylor told us that the old Taylor died and the new version didn’t explain anything or show her face in public much. But 2023 Taylor has felt a lot like that old Taylor, right?? The pap walks, the girl squad, the high publicity romances… So, hasn’t Taylor learned her lesson from her 1989 self after all?

I think she has, but she wants the rest of the world to eat their words and see how ridiculous this is. Will this all be part of a Slut! mv? Maybe. Or it could be a way to distract the fanbase from something else that’s going on. One very notable difference in the pap walks now is how confidently herself she is when she’s photographed with her friends or going to the studio. Back in 2014 she would leave the gym looking like she was walking the runway with not a hair out of place, and now she is walking the streets of NYC looking queer as ever. (I swear she googled ‘How to look like a lesbian’ before picking that second outfit…) And I’ve seen how much it confuses the swifties. And I’m here for it 😋 Question though, if she’s going into the studio looking this gay, is the music coming out of these sessions going to be equally💅 ?

Something is brewing and 1989tv is the next thing on the horizon, so let’s look at that.

Midnight and Sunrise

Having been introduced to our new Taylor at the beginning of Midnights, she’s taken us through the main album, then the 3am bonus tracks, to the til dawn edition. With every new midnights edition we have worked our way through the night from midnight, to 3am, to dawn. So, next would be sunrise, right? And there have actually been a few mentions of sunrise and daylight in both the 1989tv marketing and other media coverage. I’ve spoken about the midnights to daylight theory before, as it’s one that many Gaylors have speculated on, but I think there has been quite a bit of movement on this recently.

Firstly, there is the yellow 1989tv vinyl that is conveniently named the ‘Sunrise Boulevard edition’. Not only does it have the word sunrise in it, it is also a direct reference to the Stonewall National Museum & Archive, which is located on this road in Fort Lauderdale, FL. And with the emergence of all the other variations of the 1989tv vinyl, it is easy to spot that they all have a sunlit beach theme (a big change from the OG 1989 city theme!) and with the recent leak of a purple version on the website of a record shop, we now have a full rainbow of 1989tv vinyls. Sunrise and rainbows… I think I have an idea where this may be going. But hang on, there is more.

Remember when I said that the Stonewall National Archive knows something we don’t? A few days ago, they posted this on their Instagram with lyrics from Taylor’s happiness, highlighting and italicising the word sunrise and pointing everybody’s nose in the caption to their address at 1300 E Sunrise Boulevard:

This feels VERY intentional. And I’ve never really looked at the happiness lyrics in that way, having taken the song to be about Scott B and her old label, but when Stonewall is using these exact lines in that context, with a strong suggestion that they have insider knowledge, it seems worth looking at them again.

In the caption, SNMAL say that they ‘celebrate the glorious sunrise of LGBTQ+ history’ with the pride flag and sunshine emoji. So, could it be that the Sunrise Blvd vinyl and accompanying rainbow variations of 1989tv are going to bring some kind of moment in history for LGBTQ people? It certainly sounds like this is about more than just Taylor. Perhaps furthering the theory that there may be a double album on the horizon with the second one being all collaborations. Stonewall also liked a comment on this post that said that something is in the air 🌈

They also included the line about flickers of light from the dress I wore at midnight. Flickers of light, as in glimpses of her queerness? The ones we are seeing now in all those articles are social posts? The mention of a dress immediately throws my mind back to the rainbow dress that Billy Porter ended up wearing at World Pride 2019, but that was almost certainly meant for Taylor. And out of all the photos of Taylor from the VMAs this year, which one did GLAAD choose to post on their Instagram in September? Yep, the one with Billy Porter. Takes me back to 2019… and something else does too, actually: The Cruel Summer live single release.

Cruel Summer was released as a single this June, 4 years after its initial release. And almost made it to No.1. It was certainly on the radio A LOT. The Lover set is also the opening act of the Eras tour, so this summer has certainly had some 2019 throwbacks. And remember how the Lover era started? With ME! Out now! on Lesbian Visibility Day, followed by the sunshine and rainbows parade that was the mv and (as we later learned from the documentary) 'Cats, unicorns and gay pride... things that make me ME.' And now, in October 2023, Taylor released a live version of Cruel Summer and used the very photo from the 2019 shoot as a cover for the single. And not only was that a 2019 photo shoot, it was the last photo she posted on her instagram in June 2019 before she was meant to wear the dress at NYC Pride. I think she captioned it something like 'calm before the storm'. And now that photo has made a comeback. If I were a betting woman...(and I've learned better than to ever make predictions when it comes to Miss Taylor Swift these days) but if I were I'd say it looks like she's taking another run at this. Meet ME at midnight...and then follow me into the daylight. ☀

And one more thing before I conclude this monstrosity of an essay, I found Taylornation's post for the midnights anniversary last week a bit mysterious:

It says 'Tonight we celebrate an album written by the one that could make us stay. After all the sleepless nights and friendship bracelets we've shared, we hope you know you're never really on your own, kid.' Sounds a bit like a pep talk (and a plea at the same time) to me. Why do the fans need reminding of the good times and be asked to stay? Where would they go and why?? And the first picture in the carousel is our girl 'home Taylor' from the Anti Hero mv, looking contemplative, maybe waiting for someone to come and finally let her out of that house. And the photo immediately after it is Taylor as we know her, smiling for photos with her fans at the movie premier. The two Taylors again...but one is in black and white and the other is in screaming colour 😉iykyk.

[mystinkylefttoe26]

Night at the club-Ghost/Simon Riley

cw: bodyguard!simon, dub con, mention of alcohol consumption, p in v unprotected, drunk sex, fingering, squirting, car sex, slight dumbification

summary : you drag your bodyguard Simon to the club and end up having to suffer the consequences…

It was currently midnight and you were quickly making you way downstairs with the hope off not waking your bodyguard.

Your right in front of the door and so far nobody has caught you yet ,ok pff I got this‘ you think to yourself.

Just as your about to reach for the doorknob, a dark husky voice sounds behind you „what do you think your doing ?“ 

You turn around and of course there’s your mountain of a bodyguard ghost standing with an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.

„I uhm…I’m just going for an…evening walk“ you respond, internally slapping yourself for the stupid excuse. 

„Uh huh and your doing that dressed like a fucking hooker ?“ Ghost asks sarcastically.

„Come on quit the lyin‘ what were you really planning“ 

„Wanna go to the club…“ you say smiling sheepishly.

„You know your not allowed to do that.“ Ghost say’s sternly.

„But I’m going with my friends I’ll be fine, come on pleaseee just this once“ you plead. 

„Nuh uh“ Ghost says shaking his head „sorry doll“ 

„Ok, fine“ you reply grumpily, but quickly get an idea that could save your night and mood „what about you come with me ?“ you ask 

„No that’s not part of my job“ -„come on please with you there I’d be safe and have a fun night“ you whine giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

„Ok, you know what fine“ ghost says seemingly affected by your cute expression.

„Omg thank you, thank you, thank you“ you cheer running up to him and giving him a quick hug.

20 minutes later and you have arrived at the club.

You walk in and immediately spot your group of friends quickly rushing over to them …ghost following behind you. 

“Hi guys sorry I’m late” your friends quickly greet you before quietly asking who the giant of a man behind you is.

“Oh no he’s not my boyfriend, just my bodyguard” you explain.

You get involved in a conversation with your friends, while ghost just stands beside you clearly not interested in the conversation or your friends. 

In the corner of your eye you spot a cute guy seemingly without a companion or a girl clinging to his arms.

Your friends follow your eye line and immediately hype you up saying you should go to talk to him and that you desperately needed some ,dick’.

you turn to ghost „hey im gonna go to that guy over there” you say. 

ghost nods and immediately stands up wanting to follow you.

"no can you like stay here” you ask. Ghost grumbles out a quiet “fine”.

you walk over to the guy and tap him on the shoulder. 

he turns around hungrily eyeing you up and down. “ what’s up pretty girl ?” 

the whole time you were talking to him you felt like someone was watching you the entire time.

15 minutes later of talking and flirting things were getting more…heated.

you currently making out with the boy,until suddenly someone completely rips you off him.

„i uh what” you shriek looking up at simon confused.

“were going home.”he says sternly not leaving room for the discussion, before hes already lifted you up over his shoulder and was carrying you out of the club. 

"what what are you doing” you ask still kind off confused, the frew drinks you’ve had definitely not helping your comprehension. 

“what you want or need…” ghost grumbles.

He quickly opens his car’s door and shoving you to the backseat,before climbing in himself.

The way he’s looking at you makes you feel way smaller than you already are compared to him.

he’s looking like a predator catching it’s prey…

he quickly pulls you toward him and onto his lap holding you secure with his big hands on your hips. 

“hmm baby this what you wanted ?” he asks rhetorically. While his eager hands are already squishing and groping at your butt.

your so confused this is all happening to fast and your earlier alcohol consumption was not helpful.

“said ya needed some dick” ghost says while already punching up your dress at your hips. 

“don’t worry baby i’ll give ya som’” ghost looks down at your body with hooded eyes “no panties baby, damn you want it bad…”

ghost makes quick work off undoing his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers.

you look down and to say you were shocked was an understatement…

“si, no th-thats never going to fit..” you shriek out.

“dont worry baby i’ll make it fit” ghost says while giving his cock a few strokes “mhmm fill ya up nice wont it ?” 

ghost quickly takes two off his fingers before spitting on them and rubbing them trough your folds and tapping them at your entrance.

“fuck baby, your so wet” ghost chuckles.

to be fair you had always found ghost attractive so you weren’t surprised.

ghost pushes his fingers inside while you let out an almost pornograpic moan.

“fuck so t-tight-wonder how you gonna react to my cock” ghost mutters 

ghost presses his thumb to your clit rubbing it in circles.

“g-ghost mmm gonna c-cum” you say through whimpers 

“yeah baby ya close ?” 

a loud moan is your only response before your climax is already coming.

ghost slowly pulls out his fingers while you whimper softly and lean your head on his shoulder.

“think ya ready for my cock now ?” “mhm” you mumble softly.

ghost quickly flips you onto ur back “press ur knees to ur shoulders” he commands 

you quickly obey and are now laying in a mating press.

ghost teasingly rubs his tip up and down ur folds.

before slowly pushing his needy tip inside ur little hole.

“fuck baby gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts.

you just mewl and stir under him already overstimulated at the feeling of his fat tip dragging against your walls.

“gonna go futher now,ok ?” 

a simple nod is all that comes from you but thats enough conformation simon needs to push his dick fully in.

“god baby so tight” “not gonna last long this way” he groans while making quick work with his fingers at your clit hoping to get your more relaxed and open for him.

fuck, you feel so full and the occasional twitching of his cock inside you just makes it all better. 

“mhm gonna move now kay ?” 

“mhmm please si” you moan out wanting him to hurry up and finally start fucking you.

and Simon does exactly that pulling out till only his tip is left inside you and then snapping his hips back against you.

your both moaning now trough ghosts thrusting but ghost makes a quick work at shutting you up by capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. 

“fuck baby was so jealous earlier” ghost grunts “that frat dude didnt deserve ya need a real man” 

ghost gives his words more meaning by accentuating each of them with a hard thrust deep inside you.

“f-faster si-i” you moan out.

“yea you want it faster” ghost ask teasingly while increasing his pace almost machine like 

you cant even think anymore all you feel his..so,so deep inside you. 

“fuck baby cant even think no more can ya” ghost chuckles 

all you can do is weakly nod drool running out your mouth and everything while you helplessly moan and whine. 

“look baby” ghost says pointing at your stomach.

you tiredly look down and there right under your belly button is a little bump that moves with each of ghosts thrusts.

simon presses on the pump and thats it for you.

with a long high pitch moan your squirting, wetting the car seats and also simons torso.

“oh god baby” simon groans seemingly also close himself

with a few more thrusts ghost empties himself coating your insides in his sticky white sperm.

ghost collapses on top of you “did so good princess” “so proud of ya took it like a champ”

“mhm” you mumble still exhausted lazily dragging your nails across his back in a comforting manor.

“should flirt with random boys more often” you giggle 

“don’t ya think bout it baby” ghost mumbles softly in your ear before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

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[plusultraetc]

what do u think of traitor!mic 🫶 i honestly was confused abt it when i realized how popular it was relatively speaking … there was a lot of it from like? 2020-2021?!?! i wanted to know ur take on him ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

BESTIE YOU ARE ALWAYS ASKING THE DIFFICULT QUESTIONS. OKAY LET'S TALK ABOUT TRAITOR MIC.

The long & short of it is that I SEE the vision but unfortunately, he's just not for me 😭 That isn’t to say I’m not interested in other people’s takes on him (and am super open to post/fic/art recs if anyone has any; I recently saw this piece and had a full-body flinch reaction when I Realized. Like. OMG). I just have like. Zero thoughts of my own lol, because traitor!Mic is conceptually so opposed to my understanding of the character that I can’t quite au about it.

(Before I get into my longwinded nonsense, let me just add that we should have known Mic wasn't the traitor from the very start because if he had been the League of Villains would have been way more successful lmao)

So full disclosure, when I watched the first few seasons of MHA a couple years ago, I heard there was a traitor at UA and the first thing I blurted out was 'IT'S PRESENT MIC.' I honestly am not sure why I thought so at the time, other than the fact that he seemed like an incredibly unlikely candidate, and therefore was Very Suspicious to me lol. Like, I don't even think I knew he was the one who proposed the traitor theory--if I had, it would have been so over for him. I would have been convinced he was the traitor & trying to throw people off his scent maybe for the rest of my life. In reality I probably just thought he was too loud and goofy and therefore must be hiding something (what he was hiding was a tragic backstory, whoops!) But anyway I was actually really surprised when I learned traitor!Mic had become such a prevalent theory!

In many ways, I can totally see why. Mic makes a good candidate for a traitor! He's smart, he has reasons to be dissatisfied with the pro hero status quo, and as we learn, he has very distinct public and private personas--one of which is radio DJ Present Mic, and the other is really, really angry.

THAT BEING SAID. Looking back on it, I feel like the more we learned about Mic, the more the traitor theory kind of... falls apart. I almost feel like he's Too Angry under all that leather and hairspray to be a spy for the League. For example, if I was trying to stay under the radar as a villain spy, I wouldn't turn to the guy next to me and be like ‘HEY let's beat these civilian reporters up for trespassing ♥’

Mic has every reason to be angry. He lost a close friend in a villain attack at a young age, watched the toll his death took on his friends and family even while processing (or failing to process) his own grief, and later had to confront the reality of what really happened to Shirakumo--how intentional and therefore avoidable it was--as the world was falling apart around him. I’ve talked a little bit on this blog about my many Big Sad Feelings about the ‘middle generation’ of pro heroes between All Might and the up-and-coming UA students, but more than anyone else, I think the UA teachers are a very conflicted group. It’s like… not quite ‘former child soldiers raising current child soldiers,’ but a similar concept, especially for characters like Mic, Aizawa, and Midnight, who had such a traumatic experience during their own years at UA. Now they are very much responsible for the children they are going to *checks notes* send into the same, and in some cases even more, dangerous situations that chewed them up and spat them out as teenagers. Very healthy, very mindful.

So Mic does have reasons to be disillusioned, but the thing is, he very actively participates in an often-hypocritical pro hero society. (This is not a criticism of him btw; many characters in the series do, and it’s often what makes them interesting!) Something that’s come up in book club is the fact that Present Mic is a public figure with a platform of his own and absolutely no problem loudly critiquing other heroes and even students, but he like. Really Hates the media. It’s almost funny how much he dislikes them. This is as good a reason as any that traitor!Mic should have been a hard sell, because his feelings about the media are directly opposed to those of the early League of Villains--ie, the iteration of the League when the traitor’s intel would have been at its most valuable. The early League loves the media; they want to use them to sensationalize and legitimize their message. Present Mic, meanwhile, uses his incredibly limited screentime to quite literally get in their way. He could have 100% made better use of his platform & connection to the press to aid the League.

I did try to approach this question from a non-erasermic lens, but I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about Aizawa at all for two reasons: 1) unfortunately, Mic is a side character. He doesn’t have THAT many appearances throughout the series, and most of the time, he appears with or somehow-relating-to Aizawa, and 2) you can’t talk about a traitor without talking about who they’re betraying. And honestly, I just can't see him betraying Aizawa--not after everything they've been through together, not after weathering Aizawa's darkest years, and not now, when All Might's imminent retirement (that the UA faculty is aware of in advance) means that big changes are looming on the horizon for all pro heroes. Mic himself acknowledges that the age of All Might has made them complacent--he knows that the end of the Symbol of Peace spells trouble, and that current pros are largely unequipped for a world without All Might. He has a tendency to prioritize others, especially Aizawa and those he cares about, above himself, and right now would be the very worst time to sell All Might/UA/etc out to the League.

And then of course there's the obvious: he really is just. Very kind. We don't get nearly enough Present Mic throughout the series, but what we do get tells us that he's supportive, protective, somewhat-sassy and Doing His Best. Like yeah, he roasts the other characters literally every chance he gets, and he can def be judgmental, but when it counts (when Uraraka was feeling guilty that Midoriya stayed behind to rescue her during the Entrance Exam, when Bakugou and Todoroki needed someone to supervise their remedial training, when Ms. Ikoma became overwhelmed by her students' admittedly poor behavior), he steps up for the people around him. Idk he's just a really solid hero. This is my formal apology to Present Mic for suspecting him in like 2018 or whenever it was.

THANK YOU FOR OPENING UP THIS CAN OF WORMS, do you have any thoughts on traitor!Mic? Any recommendations? Does anyone? 👀

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Some midnights, you’re out and you’re buzzing with electric current — an adventurer in pursuit of rapturous thrill. Music blaring from speakers and the reckless intimacy of dancing with strangers. Something in this shadowy room to make you feel shiny again. On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.

It’s giving, “Best believe I’m still bejeweled, when I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer, and when I meet the band they ask ‘do you have a man’ and I can still say ‘I don’t remember.’” It also gives, “I bent the truth too far tonight, I was dancing around it.” It’s, “Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?”

But. BUT. BUT!!!!!

it also gives: “I washed my hands of us at the club, you made a mess of me. I pictured you with other girls in love and threw up on the street.” It’s “I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car, I stopped receiving invitations.”

it’s “don’t you ignore me, I’m the best thing at this party.”

On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.

this part is reaaaaaaaaaaally sitting with me right now. It’s now part of you is desperate to shine but only when no one is watching. Or dimming it when everyone is watching.

it’s… a lot.

[taeyongers]

Creature Comforts

pairing: eric x reader genre: fluff... protective best friend eric who is fake boyfriend for 1 night... college au... friends secretly in love summary: best friend Eric protects you at a party then makes you feel better warnings: harassment, alcohol word count: 1.3k

“I don’t want to go,” you whine. “What’s so good about being stuck in a confined space with like a hundred sweaty strangers who you don't know if they're good people?”

Eric is currently drinking alcohol out of a red cup because he claims you have to already be tipsy before you get to the club, which you don’t understand. “Because it’s fun.”

You sigh, glaring at your own cup he filled for you. “You know what’s more fun?”

He gives you a look, as if telling you not to start, but you start anyway. 

“Reading textbook glossaries. Watching snails. Buying food from a convenience store and eating it by the curb in front of an empty parking lot at midnight.”

“That’s awfully specific,” he remarks absent-mindedly.

“It is,” you nod. “Awfully specific things such as these are much more entertaining.”

“Come onnn don’t be a wuss. Now drink up and let’s go.” he taps your cup. You grumble, following his orders.

Once you’re there, it takes you all but five minutes to start feeling tired and uncomfortable. Too many bodies, mostly scantily clad, pressed together. The stink of alcohol on everyone’s breath. And the music, by god, the music is loud, way too loud. Do they know they’ll suffer from hearing damage after just five minutes of listening to anything this loud? You figure your entire generation will suffer an epidemic of hearing loss by middle age. 

To make things better, Eric runs into an old friend and they decide to catch up. Alone for now, you decide that the bar is the least exciting thing in the entire place and of course, it becomes your doom.

A man, much much older than you, finds you there. His smile is creepy, his eyes leering. You’re nice to him at first, but he takes it as interest. He slides into the seat beside you, grinning, leaning too close and now you’re looking for Eric, who is still speaking to his friend while talking animatedly and laughing.

You text him help several times so that he can feel the buzzing of his phone. You watch as he slides the phone out from his pocket to check it, before looking over at you in confusion. Then, his face is twisting in slight shock, processing the scene before him as you plead with your eyes.

The stranger leans in too close, his breath fanning your face. You lean away in disgust. “What are you looking for?”

“I think I’ll spend the rest of the night with my friend if you don’t mind.”

The man frowns. “Why?”

You shrug. “I just don’t know you that well.”

“Well, you can get to know me.” He comes closer. You stand up from the seat.

“It’s alright, have a good night,” you wave at him.

He grabs your wrist in a vice grip. Sheer anxiety and dread well up inside you. Eric’s voice suddenly erupts from behind you.

“What’s going on?” His voice is sharp, sharper than you’ve ever heard before. His eyes are hard. The man immediately frowns and he deflates, having lost his chance to prey on another young woman.

“Nothing. We were just talking.”

Eric eyes the man’s hand clamped around your wrist. “Then let her go.” He drags your wrist towards him, forcing the man to release.

Eric tucks you in towards him and a little protectively away from the stranger, his hands on your shoulders.

Unbelievably, the man still persists. “I just wanted to-”

“The lady said no.” Eric bites out, cold and devoid of empathy. It nearly makes you shiver. You barely recognize him.

The man stands to approach and Eric steps in front of you, shielding with his body. His entire frame is tense, arms taut, fists clenched.

“Who do you think you are? She said you’re just her friend.”

“I’m her boyfriend, now get the fuck away from her.” Eric leans in a bit in the man’s space. With a final glare, he backs off, mumbling some misogynistic curse words. 

Eric doesn’t relax or stop glaring until the man retreats completely from view. Then, he’s turning around to face you.

You sigh shakily, tears in your eyes. “Thank-”

He pulls you into his chest without a word. You melt against his soft hoodie, grateful for the comfort. His arms hug you tightly to him, hand pressing your head to his chest, his chin resting on top. You sigh, all the stress and tension draining out of you. It’s a few moments before he lets go, but you don’t. Your arms hold onto him, face buried in his chest, relishing in the rare feeling of safety. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, arms coming back around to hug you. You sigh again, the feelings of relief and safety giving way to frustration.

“I’m tired. I can’t go anywhere without this happening.”

He makes a soft noise in sympathy, stroking your hair gently. It’s a few moments of silence filled with the party’s noise, the music, the talking, everything around you before you hear his comforting voice again.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You glance up at him. He’s smiling softly. Then, he presses a single, soft kiss to your forehead that has your stomach doing flips. He takes your hand and guides you through the crowded bodies to the sweet, cool air outside. 

“Where are we going?”

He only gives you a smile and tugs your hand towards the convenience store across the street. 

At the store, he rummages through the aisles before picking up some hot dogs from the food stands nearby. His hand never leaves yours. He can tell you’re still jittery and makes sure you’re always pressed to his side in some way. It calms you. It’s only at the cash register when he lets go and steps away that you panic.

You clutch onto him, tugging him back towards you a little. His eyes widen in surprise. He observes you for a moment, but you don’t say anything, the jitteriness still evident.

“I’m just going to pay, okay? It will only take a second.” His eyes roam your face with concern, his hand squeezing yours that’s still clutching his hoodie.

You release a breath. “Okay.”

He gazes at you with knit eyebrows before taking your hand in his and approaching the cash register. He makes sure you’re close to him when he lets go of your hand to pay. Then, he takes your hand again and steps out the door.

“Come on,” he brings you to the curb in front of the nearly empty parking lot and sits down.

You blink down at him. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what you said,” he unwraps the hot dog from the wrapper while imitating a high voice. “ ‘You know what’s more fun? Buying food from a convenience store and eating it by the curb in front of an empty parking lot at midnight.’ ”

You stare at him, slightly stunned that he remembered, and slightly annoyed that he mocked you. “I don’t sound like that.”

You plop down next to him and he hands you your food.

“You do a little,” he chuckles fondly. You shake your head, unwrapping the aluminum. It's a few moments of silence before he's speaking again.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle, shoulder brushing yours.

“I.. don’t know,” you mumble.

He grits his teeth. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that. Especially since you didn’t want to come.”

“It’s alright," you wave him off.

He gazes at you. “You know I'll always be here for you, right?”

You glance at him and note the endearing sincerity in his eyes. Something warm swells in your chest. “Yes, I know. Thank you, Eric,” you smile. “And thank you for being my boyfriend tonight.”

He smiles a little, eyes alight as if he’s about to say something. If you were to guess, it's probably along the lines of I could be your boyfriend every night, teasingly. But he seems to decide against it.

Taking another bite, you both watch over the empty parking lot, quiet, spacious, safe, under the stars. 

He chuckles. “You were right. This is way more fun.”

[doryyaaa]

I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR JIN X READERS!! I’m currently hyperfixated on Tekken 6 Jin so here is the idea: Tekken 6 Jin x female girlfriend reader who is a model!!!

It’s been a busy day for you with a jam-packed schedule. Photo shoots, magazine interviews, video features, and in-person events. There’s been more than a few hiccups too, technical mishaps, shooting delays and wardrobe mix-ups, but you’re eager to end the day and spend the evening hanging out with your boyfriend. A sudden downpour causes a traffic jam and before you know it, the clock strikes at midnight and you’ve kept your date waiting for three whole hours.

“You’re late.”

Jin Kazama sits alone in the exclusive club located a hundred floors up on a tower. Dressed in his designer coat and suit, he exudes the aura of a proud king with his legs crossed and elbows propped lazily over the armrest. Behind him, the city skyline glows through the huge windows.

“Sorry, sorry! We had some trouble with a few shoots. Working as a model is harder than it looks, you know!”

Jin keeps his gaze pointed down to the fashion magazine in his hands, and cheekily pretends to ignore you. The magazine is a recent release. It also happens to have your gorgeous face on the cover.

“Aww, are you sulking?”

Jin flips a page.

“C’mon, I said I was sorry.” You take the seat next to him and press close to his side. You watch him stare at a spread of photos you did for a lingerie brand, his eyes raking over your sculpted frame and perfect curves.

Unable to deny you for long, Jin tosses the magazine aside. He slings an arm around you and presses a searing kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, nothing beats the real thing,” Jin says, pressing his forehead to yours. He twirls your hair, losing himself in your heated gaze. “You better make it up to me for being so late.”

And lucky for him, you’ve been planning to do just that.

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: A grocery store parking lot / The Keep PARTIES: Mack @realmackross and Daiyu @bountyhaunter SUMMARY: There's a hit out on Mack. Daiyu is the one to capture her. CONTENT WARNINGS: Head trauma ACCOMPANIED LISTENING: Trouble - Cage the Elephant

Mackenzie had hated the feeling of being watched. It was one of her biggest fears, and unfortunately, being dead had only made that worse. Now, people had even more reasons to watch and follow her; especially if they knew what she was…or what she had done. So when Jade had slipped up on her, it had nearly jump-started her heart back to beating again. But that little threat had been taken care of, and that looming feeling of watching eyes had disappeared allowing her to breathe a little easier. Though she was pretty sure the limp she had from her regrown leg was going to be around for a while.

“Trouble on my left; trouble on my right. I’ve been facing trouble almost all my life.” Mack sang out loud as she walked back to her car from running to the grocery store to grab a few things she had decided to pick up on her way home from her shift at Dance Macabre. The parking lot was empty, except for the lone cashier’s car.

As she continued to sing, she popped open the hatchback of the Mini Cooper to put her groceries in, but suddenly stopped singing when she realized she had forgotten something that she had needed, “Crap. Looks like I’m headed back inside, Midnight. I’ll be back out in a minute, and we can blast Cage the Elephants on the way home.” Sidenote: The author would like to mention that Mack was indeed talking to her car.

Shutting the back, she rounded the corner of the small car headed back towards the entrance of the store. Thank goodness for stores that stayed open 24 hours in Wicked’s Rest.

—

Mack Ross had moved up the priority list of the Good Neighbors. Mack fucking Ross. Mack Ross, whom Daiyu had seen in plenty of movies and TV shows, who had disappeared after the death of her fiance, who apparently liked gorging on brains and being very messy and merciless about it. Mack Ross! Who went on killing sprees!

Miracles and strange phenomenon were not out of this world just yet. Maybe next week, they’d be asking her to take out Robert Pattinson because he ironically was a werewolf in reality. (She really hoped not. She’d hate to do that to him.)

Multiple of the hunters in the Good Neighbors inner circle had been assigned to the task. Not only was Ross an acute risk (as she’d been reported to have recently killed again), but also a high-profile supernatural. Daiyu was also put to the task and she took to it with mixed feelings, like she did with all things in her new circle of hunters. She wasn’t sure about the organization’s goodness any more, after all. Keeping a town safe was one thing, but doing so by locking shifting supernatural away was not sitting right with her. Especially not whenever she visited the Keep.

She could abandon post, of course. She could have told Winnifred to go fuck her crochety self and all the others to choke on a bit of popcorn. But she hadn’t, as she was waiting in the wings along with Emilio and whatever allies they could scrounge up. So she was tracking Mack Ross. If she was going to land in the Neighbor’s clutches anyway (and she would, as she had found the organization pretty effective at what they did), then it might be for the best if she was the one to do it. 

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t a bit starstruck, even if all Mack Ross was going was groceries. (Celebrities! They’re just like us!) She was even singing while loading them away, which would be grating in any individual but was something Daiyu suddenly appreciated. What she didn’t appreciate was the blonde moving away from her car. She’d hoped to tail her to what was to hopefully be home, but she could make do with a parking lot. She got out of her car, snatching her club from the passenger seat. It was a weapon meant for blunt force, enforced with studs. She followed Mack as she crossed the lot to the store and had half a mind to go in with her and get a snack (and autograph), but she had gotten distracted enough. And so Daiyu walked quietly but with a pace that ensured she’d catch up with her before she reached the lights of the store.

—

Mackenzie’s hearing was shit. Her eyes were shit. And so to have someone tailing behind her, yet again, and her not realize it was no surprise, especially since it seemed like everything was back to normal in her life. So, like the unsuspecting little dipshit that she was, the actress continued forward as she belted lyrics out into the warm night air, “Trouble on my left; trouble on my right. I’ve been facing trouble almost all my life! My sweet love, won't you pull me through? Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you. I said it was love and I did it for life. I didn't do it for youuuuu!!!” 

God, if only her music career had panned out before all of this bullshit zombie stuff had happened, but in the moment, her need to sing out was only fueling the flames to want to go home and write some more songs. The journal she had was starting to get full, and with that reminder, she figured she might as well pickout a notebook while she was in here to go with the thing she had forgotten.

As Mack continued to sing, and move towards the door, she caught sight of something laying on the ground, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was, and with all the time in the world at the 24 hour grocery store, she definitely had time to pick it up. So, without much thought and the fact that someone had in-deed been sneaking up behind her, the zombie leaned over to grab it, wincing slightly at the tightness in her leg, where Jade had severed it at her thigh, “Fucking Jade. This regrown foot is going so far up your ass the next time I see you…”

—

Daiyu preferred stalking her prey in woods. It seemed more natural that way, more sensible. It felt less like she was chasing creatures that were also human when surrounded by nothing but pure nature — it felt more like the kind of hunt people did in fairy tales and movies, rather than stalking someone in a parking lot like a … well, stalker. But Daiyu made do. Daiyu didn’t think too deeply about these things, because to make these kinds of distinctions was to think too far and deep about her role in this world, and that was something she’d prefer not to.

It was good that Mack was singing. She wasn’t too informed about zombies (except for those in The Last of Us and The Walking Dead, of course) and so wasn’t sure how good their hearing was, but it was a nice way for the famous actress-turned zombie to muffle the sounds of her not-stalker. Daiyu continued straining her short legs to catch up with the other all the while acutely aware of all their surroundings.

And then Mack Ross did something perfect. She bent over. Slowly and with a movement that suggested a level of strain. The timing was like a gift from heaven. (Note: Daiyu was a devout atheist.) She moved forward, swinging her club backwards and aiming it right at Mack Ross’ blond head like she was a ball on a baseball pitch. There was a wooshing sound in the air and she wasn’t as quiet now as she intended to knock the zombie out in one go.

—

Mack had managed to snag the piece of paper that she had spotted awkwardly with her bad leg sticking out at a weird angle, but before she could even straighten back up, she heard a whoosh next to her head just as something hard connected with her temple. With everything going dark really fast, the zombie fell to the ground and crumpled up into a blonde heap.

Everything was spinning when Mackenzie finally started to come too. But something had seriously felt off.

Moaning, the zombie blinked heavily as she tried to clear out the blurriness from her vision, “Wha…” Grunting, she looked around and her mind easily went back to the day Elora had found her after her rampage through town, “Elora…” The name was a weak whisper as she continued to try and find her bearings, but when she realized the redhead wasn’t anywhere to be found, Mackenzie started to panic.

“W-Where am I? Why…why are you doing this?” A dark ooze ran from the side of her head, and she whimpered in pain as her eyes scanned the small cell she had found herself in. All she had wanted was answers, but there currently weren’t any and the longer she went in silence with no return in the conversation, the more she could feel herself starting to grow angry.

—

Wood enforced with metal studs met skull and the blonde went down so easily that Daiyu wondered for a moment if a mistake had been made. She did not wait any moment longer, though, tucking the club underneath her armpit and picking the actress up, slinging her over her shoulder. These were crucial moments — she had to be quick, lest curious Resters started calling her out for carrying around an unconscious Mack Ross.

And so the famous zombie was deposited in the back of her truck and she drove as she often did — wildly and with abandon. Daiyu wasn’t sure how to go about zombie hunting, especially when it came to knocking them out. Killing them was doable (most things died when you chopped off their head), but kidnapping them? Another thing. She tried not to think about it too much, about how it might be kinder to kill her now rather than to lock her up — but maybe Mack Ross would not have to be locked up for too long. Plans were brewing.

She did her job, deposited Mack into one of the empty cages that whispered to all the supernatural fiends out there like a promise. It was hard to look at her now and think her a vicious killer, but Daiyu forced herself to think of the bodies that had been connected to the actress. (It would be — it would be kinder to kill her.) Her jaw was set as she waited for the actress to wake up. This was perhaps the ugliest part of the job and she cursed Winnifred for not being in, as she did such a good job at telling the prisoners what they were imprisoned for. 

Mack Ross awoke and she felt uncomfortable standing there. “Hey — hi,” she said, plopping down criss-cross applesauce in front of the bars. The cell was fitted with some standard needs — a chair, a tap with running water and a sole bar of soap, a toilet. There was no bed, as the undead didn’t need sleep, but there was some flickering light and a bookshelf with tacky, yellowed romance novels and shiny self-improvement books. Mack was gifted a book that blasted a title in red: HOW TO EAT CLEAN AND STOP FEELING DIRTY. Maybe Winnifred thought it would make her stop eating brains. “Welcome to –” Nope. Where was Alistair? He was tall and menacing. Or Winnifred? She was convincing and somehow pretty welcoming. “You’re somewhere safe. Sorry about your head. Tranqs don’t work on …” She shrugged. “Well, you get it.”

Daiyu reached for her bag, pulling out a smaller, ziplock bag with a hellhound brain in it. She pushed it to the edge of the bars, then pulled her hand back. That wasn’t protocol. It had been pretty gross to get the brain out, in all truth, but it was done now. “Oh, right — why. You, um. Killed a bunch of civilians. It’s not safe. So, you know! Now you are somewhere safe.” For the humans. The humans of a town who had no certainty of a normal life. Daiyu tried to think of them as she tried not to ask Mack for her signature.

—

The cell didn’t offer much in the way of comfort and as Mackenzie’s vision cleared, she noticed the book with the red title screaming in her face. This was it. She was locked away in a cell never to see the light of day again. But if she was in a cell, did that mean they knew about Brody? Was she finally imprisoned for his murder? If so, if that was the reason, then she couldn’t really blame the people who had put her here, but an odd wave of relief seemed to come when she heard the explanation, and then it all made sense. The rampage on Wicked’s Rest. A legit reason for her being here at least, and not one that would make national headlines. At least she had hoped, considering this definitely didn’t look government official, and though she was angry, the anger had somewhat ceased knowing she had deserved to be locked away for the monster she had become.

“Right. Yeah. But I think you mean safe for the citizens of Wicked’s Rest right?” The anger had dissipated and turned into something of defeat as she lowered her head. Not paying much attention to the hellhound brain that lay at the edge of the bars. And when she did finally see it, all she could think was how it had solidified how much of a monster she really was. Mack immediately felt like a feral dog being locked in a pound fed only scraps until Death, himself, really came knocking.

Reluctantly reaching out towards the smaller brain, she pulled it through the bars and up to her mouth. Her head was throbbing from the bat she had taken to it, and she knew if she didn’t eat things would get a lot worse, so instead of waiting any longer, Mack stuck the soft matter into her mouth and began to chew, refusing to look at Daiyu.

—

The concept of safety was novel to Daiyu. It was spoken of often in hunter circles, though never as something they experienced themself, but rather something they were made to protect and defend. And though safety was probably a novel concept for the people of Wicked’s Rest as well, it was a thing worth defending. So Mackenzie Ross was right — this was for the safety of the citizens of Wicked’s Rest, of which Daiyu was now a protector. Or, at least, that was how it was supposed to be on paper. In practice, it was too complicated to think about.

She lifted her shoulders, “Yup, guess so.” It was hard to believe the other was a serial killer (or mass murderer – the distinction was always lost on her) but Daiyu knew very well how looks could deceive. “Killed quite a few of them. Citizens, I mean. Not cool.” Because if there was one of the golden hunter rules she followed, it was that she did not kill humans. 

The entire scene in front of her was ridiculous — a famous actress behind bars and at her mercy, chewing on hellhound brain to sate her needs. It should feel awesome, this power that Daiyu held over the celebrity, but she felt rather icky about it all. “Anyway, um — you’re safe here, too. From other things, like the leg and slayers.” That was the whole catch, wasn’t it? The whole purpose of the Keep — to keep the dangerous supernatural away, but to not put them to the blade. She wasn’t sure if she’d feel better if she’d cut off Mack Ross’ head. Probably not, but such was the hunter’s life. Concepts like safety and feeling good were novelties. “Cool. You – wow, real weird. I totally saw you in movies and stuff before. Life can really take a turn, yeah?” Maybe it would for her too, one day.

—

Mackenzie swallowed the brain matter, and without looking up, decided to slide back into the shadows of the cell. She didn’t really want to look at Daiyu anymore or even hear what she had to say. She just wanted to be left alone. It was what was best considering she was either going to die here or spend eternity here, which she prayed didn’t happen if the brains eventually stopped coming.

Her back against the wall now, Mackenzie pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on them. With sad eyes, she kept them on the floor trying not to cry. She knew there was going to be quite a lot of time to think, but just like anybody in her situation, she was going to have to have her time to adjust and get as comfortable as she could, “I don’t really want to talk to you anymore. Thanks for the brain, I guess. Now, please just leave me alone.” It was all she could muster out before turning her body to face away from the hunter and lean the side of her head against the wall.

—

Maybe if she had been in a more petulant mood, she would have stayed around to talk Mack Ross’ ears off — just because she’d asked her to leave her alone. In any other situation, that was Daiyu’s M.O., to go against someone’s wishes when she felt rejected. But this was not any other situation. She’d just kidnapped a former A-list celebrity, put her in a medieval looking cell and offered her a bit of brain in the name of supposed goodness.

This goodness did not feel very good, though. The woman across from her was defeated, hiding her face from her, folded into herself. Though she was by all definitions a serial killer, there was no satisfaction to be found in seeing her behind bars. No glee found in the knowledge that she had succeeded in this all by herself, even though multiple members of the inner circle had been on Mack’s trail. Daiyu had won, but there was no victory be found here. There was nothing good about this. It was something, that was certain — it was a form of cruel justice, a way of safe-keeping the humans that might become the blonde’s meal, but it was not good.

She pushed herself to her feet. “Cool.” A filler word, used when things were far from cool. But what was she supposed to say? She came from a line of people who were good with words, who knew how to twist the proverbial knife into anyone — but in that, Daiyu had always fallen short. She could quip and snap and joke, but she could not manipulate. “See … you around.” It wasn’t a threat, though it might seem as one. It wasn’t a kindness either. It was a statement of fact, and with that spoken, she turned to leave Mack Ross by herself.

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“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.” with stina blackstenius

New Years Eve is one of those celebrations where real life never quite matched up with the movies. Sure the big party happened and you were the life and soul of it every year but come midnight you always found yourself alone.

It wasn't that you didn't have anyone to kiss, no this wasn't the issue at all. The issue is that you didn’t like meaningless acts of affection. It is the reason why you didn't ask someone out of February 14th just so you wouldn't be alone on Valentine's day and you refused to kiss anyone under Mistletoe around Christmas time. Kisses were intimate and you wanted to make sure they stayed that way which is why you wouldn’t kiss a stranger just for the sake of it.

Stina Blackstenius wasn’t a stranger though. The blonde kept you up at night and not in the way you desired. You are known as the captain of Arsenal, confident and calm under pressure. Every opponent tried and fail to make you crack yet whenever you are around Stina it’s as if your brain fails to function. Viv likes to tell you that she makes you human.

“You’re nervous. I’ve never seen you nervous” Beth says as you begin pacing her and Viv’s home.

It was a last minute thing. The newly injured couple didn’t feel comfortable going out to celebrate New Year’s Eve so they offered to host a party at their place. A text was sent to the group chat and in the end only the UK born players replied saying they will come, them and a certain blond swede.

“I don’t get nervous, i’m just energetic” you didn’t believe what you were saying and when you see the look on your team mates faces it was clear they didn’t either.

“Just ask her to dance. I, as the DJ for the night, will play a slow sexy song just for you” Katie says finding it very easy to tease you in your current state.

“And I will put you together when we play games. You can impress her with you competitive nature” Jen suggests.

“Right because if seeing me compete every single week when we play football isn’t enough, seeing me play Jenga will” you point to the box on the table.

“It’s strip jenga” Beth corrects you making you eyes widen in shock.

“No it’s not” Viv comes to your rescue.

You don’t get to discuss your plans further because there is a knock on the door. Due to you being frozen in your spot, Katie answers the door revealing Stina and Lina.

As the night goes on more people arrive, some you know from the club and some you have never seen before but even when you are surrounded by people your gaze remains on Stina. Every so often she would catch you staring, only you turn away before seeing her blush.

You finish a conversation with one of Beth’s friends when you try to find the blonde forward. At first you cannot see her but then you hear her Swedish accent.

“Looking for me?” Stina asks from behind you making you jump.

“I, ermm, well” you panic slightly. Her question lets you know that she knows you have been watching her.

“I have seen looking at me but you haven’t spoken to me all night” you can tell that she is disappointed by your lack of interaction but you couldn’t help it.

Once again you are at a loss for words. The affect this woman had on you was terrifying.

“Close you eyes” Stina rests her hands on your shoulders smiling happily when you do as you are told “Take a deep breath and say what you want to say”

“I like you. More than I thought I would and more than I should” you don’t take breath in fear that if you did you wouldn’t finish your sentence. 

When you open you eyes you see Stina smiling ear to ear. 

“I like you too” She says no more as she walks away only she doesn’t get far as you pull her back towards you.

The rash action gains the attention of those around you but you don’t care.

“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” It wasn’t quite what you wanted to say but the point was the same.

Stina looks around when she feels eyes of her.

“Ask me properly and I might consider it.” 

It might not have been a yes but it certainly wasn’t a no.

A couple of hours later and everyone gathers in the garden as the countdown begins only you cannot find Stina.

Midnight is only seconds away when you finally find the woman you planned on ringing the new year in with.

“Kiss me” Stina wraps her arms around your neck.

You don’t have to be told twice. When you feel her warms lips on your own it’s as if everyone else disappears leaving only the two of you. Much to your surprise but also your enjoyment, Stina deepens the kiss and when you feel her tongue against your lips you allow entry. When you pull away you cannot help but laugh, there are literal fireworks going off mirroring what you felt when you kissed her.

“Happy New Year Stina” you pull her into your arms.

When you hear the cheers of your team mates Stina buries her face in the crook of your neck. You on the other hand couldn’t care less, the teasing that you are bound to receive will be worth it because you finally got to kiss your girl.

[taiyaki-translations]

A Gift to Spring Breeze - 3

Season: Winter Characters: Subaru, Mao, Mika, Aira Translator: taiyaki-translations

Mao: Whew… Today I managed to get a really good workout for the first time in a while. 

Well, recently, I’ve been in the student council room handling work after school. Without realizing it, I’d end up staying in the same posture for a long time when going through those  documents and signing things. I feel like my joints have gotten stiffer~

Subaru: Why is Sally~ talking like an old man~? If you keep sighing like that, you’ll get wrinkles, y’know~? Poke poke ☆

Mao: Uwah!? How did you suddenly hit my pressure point with such precision!? Could it be you learned about acupuncture locations that can wake people up from the producer!? 

Anyway, Shiratori, why are you standing there in a daze? Basketball club activities are over for the day. You can leave after you’ve changed into your uniform?

Aira: Ah, i-it’s nothing! Please don’t pay me any mind, senpai, and continue your super rabuii teammate interactions. Ehehe…♪

Mao: Super rabuii…?

Subaru: Oh, oh, I know! It must be because Sally~ and I put on a sparkling performance on the basketball court, right? Don’t be shy, don’t be shy, go ahead and praise me ☆

Aira: O…Okay! The image of Isara-senpai playing ball with Akehoshi-senpai was really dazzling and cool. I couldn’t even bear to look away. I really wanted to record it on my phone~!

Mao: Ahaha… You flatter me, Shiratori-kun. Though it does make me happy to hear my junior’s praise and being told I look cool ♪

But this is a chance to do team training in the basketball club. So that you don’t waste this opportunity, isn’t it better to focus on basketball and work hard to improve your skills~?  

Aira: Yeah! From the bottom of my heart, I feel like it was a great idea to participate in club activities! Just being able to watch my seniors’ daily lives at school up close is the ultimate happiness for me ♪

Well, I'm probably mistaken, but I feel like Akehoshi-senpai is not as “sparkling” as much today. Of course, it’s just a very, very small difference from usual!

Subaru: Eh~? Even though I’ve tried my best to hide it, you were still able to tell~? 

It’s nothing major. When I was doing “Sports Survivors” activities yesterday, I picked up a bunch of sparkly, shiny buttons near Starmony Dorms, so I posted them as lost and found items on HoldHands. 

Because of that, as soon as I arrived at school this morning, Mikki came to see me so he could claim them. It turns out that his coat pocket got a hole at some point, and all of the buttons he just bought fell out.  

Although it’s a good thing to see them returned to their rightful owner, I really liked those buttons so it was hard to part with them~...

Mao: Hey now, Subaru. Didn’t Kagehira also give you one of the buttons as a thank you? So shouldn’t you consider this a happy ending~?

Aira: …Wait, wait, Kagehira-senpai’s business can’t be considered a happy ending yet!

It looks like when I saw Kagehira-senpai at Starmony Dorms yesterday afternoon, he was probably looking for those lost buttons and that’s why he seemed to be in such a hurry…

But that still doesn’t explain why Kagehira-senpai has been returning to the dorms after midnight for a week in a row… Mm, I’m so worried!

Mao: …Hm? Is Kagehira experiencing other problems? 

<After school the next day, outside the handicrafts club room of Yumenosaki Academy>

Mao: (After hearing what Shiratori said yesterday, I couldn’t help but be concerned…) 

(Ritsu also sent me a message that Tenshouin-senpai has his eye on Kagehira for some reason, so it’s best if I also paid more attention to Kagehira’s current situation.)

(I feel like things are not so simple~ Regardless, as the current student council president, it’s my responsibility to look after every student.) 

(One of the valuable lessons I learned from participating in the Shuffle project is that instead of wasting time trying to make random guesses with nothing to go off of, the best method is to directly ask the person involved.)  

(According to the secret investigation report I commissioned from Sengoku, aside from when he’s attending classes, Kagehira has just been in the handicrafts club room. So it’s possible that he’s there too today.) 

(Huh? The door to the handicrafts club room seems to be unlocked… But let’s still knock first.) 

Mao: Hello, excuse me~ Is Kagehira here?

Mika: ……

Mao: —Wah!? W-Why are you just lying on the table all motionless with your eyes closed!? Are you still alive!? 

Ok good, he’s still breathing… Kagehira, are you okay? Please answer me!

Mika: Hmm… Hmm~? What’s that sound? It’s so noisy~......

Huh…? When did I fall asleep…? And why is Ikkun suddenly here? Am I still dreamin’…?

Mao: Oh, so you just fell asleep? That’s a relief~ You gave me a big fright just now. 

(It’s the same as that time when Shiratori and I visited Tenshouin-senpai at the hospital… Though in that case, he was pretending to be dead…)

Kagehira, you don’t look like you’re doing so well. Do you need me to take you to the infirmary? 

Mika: Nnah, no need~! I’m just a little sleep deprived. I’ll be okay after a little rest. Ikkun, is there somethin’ ya want?

Mao: I actually wanted to know the specific reason for why you’re not getting enough sleep. Shiratori and the others have noticed you’ve been returning to Starmony Dorms very late every day recently, and they are worried about your condition. 

For example, could it be that the vice president of CosPro arranged a job for you that’s difficult to refuse? Or is there some other reason? 

In short, as student council president, I can’t just stand idly by and ignore this situation. If possible, I would like you to speak candidly with me.

Mika: Nnah… Alright. As I thought, I still ain’t that good at lyin’ and I can’t hide it from everyone at Pretty 5. 

I received a letter from the kids from my hometown last week. They said they hadn’t seen their Mika-nii fer a while ‘n they missed me. 

It just so happened that I was plannin’ on goin’ back to meet them fer the New Year. As I was replyin’ to the letter, I couldn’t help but think o’ the fraud incident that happened at the orphanage this year… 

Although the process of raisin’ funds has been a lil’ difficult, thanks t’ the help of many kind people, all the loans have been paid off and the orphanage is slowly gettin’ back on track. 

An’ I thought about what else I could do fer the kids so they won’t feel lonely no more and be able t’ welcome the new year with a smile? 

After thinkin’ it over fer a bit, I realized I’m best at needlework, so I bought a ton of sewing supplies so I could make some cute toys as New Years gifts fer the kids. 

Though I’m naturally an absent minded person ‘n I accidentally lost those buttons two days ago… Akehoshi-kun was thankfully able t’ pick ‘em up and return them, otherwise I would've had t’ buy them again. 

Mao: ……..

Mika: Around the end of the year, the number of idol jobs I had t’ take on suddenly increased. So that I wouldn’t be holdin’ back both sides, I spent my spare time sewin’ as much as I could, ‘n I ended up staying up late without realizin’. 

By the time I would return t’ the dorms, Ritsu-kun would already be asleep. That way I could work on my plan without disturbin’ anyone~♪

No, wait, there were a few times when my secret was almost exposed… When Oshi-san called me from overseas, he noticed that I sounded tired, so he asked me to take on less jobs ♪

In short, this is completely my own matter and has got nothin’ t’ do with the vice president or anyone else. I hope you didn’t  misunderstand him~?

Mao: Hm… You don’t want to rely on others for this, and it’s not like I don’t understand. However, this is too much work for just one person. 

If you continue like this, it’s likely that you won’t be able to accomplish your goal because your body has given out.

Mika: No wonder I’ve been feelin’ a little out of it these past two days, and the speed I’ve been makin’ those toys has slowed down… Ahaha. I’ve always been slow ‘bout my own condition.

Mao: You’re preparing New Year’s gifts for the kids at the orphanage, right….? I just came up with a rough idea, but I would appreciate it if you could listen to it. 

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marlee/ziggy/carmilla . -> fourteen , bi , any pronouns , david bowies favourite bitch , rose tylers pretty girl , @lunarluvbot my platonic soulmate <3 liz, jas, dal and courf i love u sm. jack harkness’ hot girlfriend (real)

characters i relate to a lot . -> christine daae, victor frankenstein, the monster (frankenstein), justine moritz, sherlock holmes, hastie lanyon, renfield, mina harker, ricky potts, noel gruber, ponyboy curtis, lucy pevensie, peter pan, dorothy gale, jo march, beth march, angelica schuyler, roger rabbit, jackson jekyll, knives chau, sheldon cooper

i see you as you see yourself through all the books you read . -> phantom of the opera, frankenstein, dracula, carmilla, dr jekyll and mr hyde, the picture of dorian grey, sherlock holmes, the outsiders, the haunting of hill house, the outsiders, keeper of the lost cities, i have no mouth and i must scream, miss peregrines home for peculiar children, the invisible man

🎶 -> david bowie <3, tina turner, britney spears, ayesha erotica, nirvana, the beatles, the ronettes, fleetwood mac, billy idol, frank sinatra, queen, bruno mars, lady gaga, dolly parton, ella fitzgerald, lana del rey, siouxsie, london after midnight, echo and the bunnymen, dean martin, paul anka, solya, the last dinner party, diva destruction, bauhaus, the smiths, billie piper

🎥 -> pearl, jennifer’s body, the shining, the outsiders, dracula (1931), frankenstein (1994), the wolfman, the bride of frankenstein, night of the living dead, the breakfast club, hairspray, labyrinth, a hard days night, the craft, the sandlot, the mighty ducks, lisa frankenstein, the wizard of oz, peter pan, rocky horror picture show, fried green tomatoes, the lost boys, calamity jane (1953), romeo and juliet (1968), doctor who bbc, star trek

🎮 -> the last of us, i have no mouth and i must scream, minecraft, roblox, mazm jekyll and hyde, mario kart (i’m just getting into video games leave me alone)

current hyperfixations . -> classic literature, murder mysteries, history, ballet, david bowie, the beatles, horror movies, mythology, old movies, vampires, human anatomy, psychological effects of cannibalism, the wizard of oz, harlan ellison, doctor who, miss peregrines home for peculiar children

currently reading . -> sherlock holmes

currently watching . -> doctor who season 4

[thethickerside]

Something slight :) - A/N

Pop star main character x Shuri

Note: Shuri is not the black panther in this short story. This short story is based off of the song “Portuguese Love” by Teena Marie.

Also, I wrote this at about 2-3 am when I had a burst of creativity. Pardon me if there is any spelling or grammar errors. - A/N.

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Portuguese Love.

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The late 1970’s were a time where Diana felt glorious. She had it all. She had the looks, the talent, and the perfect life.

Well, for the most part.

The cold air rushed past her as she began to hug herself outside of a popular nightclub. It was currently midnight, and her friends had convinced her to come. Once she walked in, she was greeted by colorful disco lights and bodies touching one another. The funky music made her want to jump out of her own skin and dance the night away…but she couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit misplaced.

One of her friends, Leaane, grabbed her hand and led her to the bar. “You need to relax and have some fun.” Leaane looked at Diana and smiled while handing her a martini. Diana looked at the drink, and then back at the dance floor. “Fine.”

She quickly downed the drink before asking for 2 more. After 3 whole martinis; she felt looser, sexier, and a bit more adventurous. She took Leanne’s hand and took her to the dance floor. A slow and sultry beat began to flow out of the sound system. Diana recognized the song to be “A Love of Your Own”.

“You’re never to far behind, a love of your own.” Diana sang out while savoring the music with her body.

The music was slowly turned down as a sultry voice spooke into a mic. “Hey…wait, is that Diana?” Diana looked up at the mention of her name, and found a seductive woman at the dj booth, surrounded by many people. “I’m so sorry, but I gotta have a dance with you. You’re so gorgeous.” Diana giggled and nodded her head, signaling the women to come over.

The crowd cheered and the music came back on. Diana watched as the slender women made her way over. Once she was close enough, Diana could make out her facial features. Her hair was cut on the sides, and her curly hair fell right above her eyes. She made Diana’s heart beat faster with just a stare.

“Cmon mama…let’s dance.” The woman spoke. She grabbed Diana’s hand and stepped behind her, placing her hands on Diana’s hips. They both began to dance to Marvin Gaye’s “I want you”. The sultry beats made Diana’s hormones go insane, coupled with the tender touch of the other woman. “You’re so beautiful…” The other woman spoke into her ear.

Diana soon felt tender kisses planted along her neck as a hand slid down her cleavage. Diana grabbed the hand and turned around facing the mysterious music. “What’s your name..?” Diana fiddled with the gold necklace that was placed around her neck while looking up at her.

“Shuri.” The woman responded. Diana recognized the name of the woman as being the owner of the club. “You own this place?” Diana asked with a slight smirk on her face. “Yes, I do.” Shuri replied. Shuri eyes scanned Diana’s face. Diana could feel Shuri’s hands get closer and closer to her backside.

Shuri’s entire aura made Diana feel weak in the knees. Shuri felt forbidden to Diana…but she wanted to much more of her. “Is there any where else we can go? For privacy reasons.” Diana asked. Shuri let out a chuckle. Diana could see gold on her bottom teeth. Shuri took Diana’s hand and began to walk to her office.

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I honestly don’t know if I should continue on with this…but if do…it’ll be the freakiest shit ever. I hope you all liked this 🫶🏽— A/N.

[praecurokat]

Ted Lasso Finale Thoughts- So Long, Farewell... (I do not know what to think!)

this episode being an hour and 15 minutes..after being released at midnight... that's just cruel.. my brain cannot operate properly under such conditions..

congrats Tedbecca shippers! oop watched more.. sorry Tedbecca shippers...

most normal Beard and Jane appearance in the series at Rebecca’s house in the beginning

writers were bringing the dramatic flair in this episode! first that thing with Isaac dressed as a judge in the beginning, and then a musical number! idk how i feel about that..

speaking of the musical number, i must regretfully inform the masses that idk what the song is from.. pls lmk in the comments.. i see that it relates to the episode title

ah yes Jane acting totally normal by shredding Beard's passport.. total ✨ marriage material ✨

Trent's shirt says sat 17 may.. could this be significant?? everything in this show is..

"You know, that might be a tasty little treat for the diamond dogs.” “No. No. No. No!”-Roy, soon to become a Diamond Dog in a moment of desperation

wait did Trent name his manuscript the lasso way awww

“I only got into this to ruin Rupert's life, and he seems to be doing a pretty good job of that himself.”- Rebecca

So. Many. Throwbacks. Keeley saying “Is everybody decent?”, Jamie using lots of axe body spray like S1, the cleaner walking in on everyone, and way more i can’t think of

the complicated web that is royjamiekeeley is still being spun.. in the last episode..

“Must be awful for them, lying awake at night, haunted by how fucking easy they’ve had it!”- Mae, to Rebecca’s mom

Trent watching Ted read his book.. heart eyes emoji

the way Ted looks at him.. i meannn is this even subtext anymore?

“So you do laugh, but you don't do it until page.. 43?! And it wasn't even a big laugh!”- Trent, while Ted is reading his manuscript

"Whatever happens on Sunday, I want you to know I’m proud of you. All the work you’ve put in this year."- Roy to Jamie, before proceeding to fistfight with him later

Both Roy and Jamie seem very contemplative this ep. What are they thinking??

i am so concerned about the current royjamie feud over Keeley... what is gonna happen here???

“Would you please stay?” and “I know, I just had to try.”- Rebecca, about Ted

lmao Keeley kicking both Roy and Jamie out after they asked her to choose

“You stay put, Trenthouse magazine. You’re part of the squad now.”- Ted, to Trent

“Yeah. Someone better. Can people change?”- Roy, also this is a central tenet of this damn show

“I don’t think we change per se, as much as we just learn to accept who we’ve always been, you know?” -Trent’s most beautiful quote thus far

aww Nate finally got his diamond dogs reaction to Jade

George being Rupert’s coach sent me.. like you Really couldn’t find anyone else?

I hate Rupert but I love his dramatic slay coat swish moments.. again reminds me of Uther’s drama queen antics

“I prefer rugby, there’s just more grown men throwing other grown men into the air like children. And blood. Which is nice." - Barbara

Bloodthirsty and mysterious? Barbara is a serial killer or vampire confirmed.

“Never forget, I am always inside you.” -Zava’s note, which also came with a giant avocado

Zorro has truly entered his superhero arc and Dani Rojas is his genius creator

the fourth thing has to be 'Believe'.. aand it was? Right?

AFC Richmond Women’s club.. i sense a spinoff show opportunity…. or they could just do a show about Trent

George has begun a redemption arc!! (Telling Rupert to fuck off)

Rupert's desperation and misery at the end is not entirely unreminiscent of Rebecca at the start of S1

yesss Colin got his kiss on the pitch!!

haha the same? person from S1E1 taking pics w Ted in the airport

damn so Beard’s going home too, thought Jane would've locked him away in a safe or smth… nvm

omg Amsterdam man has a child.. hmmm Rebecca’s prophecy may still be fulfilled

Roy becoming manager feels natural

Ofc Trent renamed his book ‘The Richmond Way’… never let them know your next move

that montage at the end…so much to process....

beardjane wedding marking the end of the series.. good or bad omen for the future? i think bad

seems very fitting the series ending the opposite of how it began.. Rupert's life ruined, Rebecca in love and not owner of the club, Roy and Jamie healing and bonding w others around them, and Ted back in America with family.