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pastry's girl (papaya problems - part 2)

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continuation of papaya problems (part 1).

Lando x reader, Oscar x reader (4.3k words)

summary: dating lando is not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. until it is. oscar’s there to pick up the pieces.

warnings: cheating (not by reader), just the teensiest bit of smut (lol finally did it, nothing too explicit), angst, mild violence, colorful language, evil lando (i promise i love him irl)

pastry’s girl

There is, mercifully, a two-week break between Monaco and Canada. Several times, George invited the entire gaming squad over to his place (probably to show off how nice it was—and sometimes his cooking skills, which Oscar had to admit lived up to the hype). One night, they played a heated round of Call of Duty which resulted in a drunken Alex locking Lando inside of a massive pantry…and Lando drinking a fifty-year-old bottle of Cabernet in the wine cooler within. George had kicked Lando out for the night, rolling his eyes as he called his driver and asked him to please remove this miscreant from my residence. The rest of them fell asleep in various empty rooms around his massive house.

Oscar rubbed his eyes the next morning as he made his way to the kitchen, following the scent of pancakes that George was undoubtedly conjuring up.

“Well, don’t you look pretty today,” he heard George say.

“Thanks!” she chirped.

Oscar stopped dead in his tracks.

Wow. Her hair had been freed from its normal messy bun; soft, shiny waves cascaded down her back. She was wearing—not a dress, exactly, but a dusty blue top with scalloped sleeves and a neckline that plunged so deeply he felt a little like hyperventilating, flowing seamlessly into shorts that had the same lacy hem.

Oscar decided in that moment that dusty blue was his favorite color.

She turned to face him, and he saw her eyes, fringed with coal black lashes, widen. Her pink, glossy lips parted in a smile. As devastating as ever.

Oscar swallowed hard. “You look—” he forbade himself from glancing at her long, tanned legs, or that illegal neckline, “—really nice. What’s the occasion?”

“I have a date later,” she announced proudly.

“Oh,” he squeaked.

George’s eyes burned a hole in the back of Oscar’s neck.

“Lucky bloke,” Alex jumped in, casually raising a mug to his lips.

“More like,” George said, “who’s the lucky bloke?”

She blushed. Oscar stared at the ground. “Lando.”

Alex choked, spraying coffee everywhere. “Lando? Like, our Lando? McLaren Lando?” he spluttered.

“What are you gonna say next, McLaren Racing, thirteen-time podium holder, British Formula One driver Lando Norris?” George mocked, making all of them laugh.

“That is so weird,” Alex complained. Then he noticed the hurt look on her face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he quickly backpedaled. “Just more that Lando would never just ask someone out. He’s more of the type to just drunkenly hit on a girl in a bar, you know?”

“It’s okay,” she said with a shrug. “You’re right, he doesn’t seem like the most…romantic type.”

“Well,” George said, “I say good for you. You’re killing it.” He flipped the last of the pancakes on top of a neat stack, slid the plate smoothly towards Oscar, and patted her on the head as he left the kitchen. Alex trotted after him, the filthy traitor, leaving Oscar alone with her.

Last season, Oscar had been engaged in a rather physical match of football against Logan, Alex, and Lando, when Logan had kicked the ball way too aggressively, and it had shot out and hit Oscar right below his ribcage. Naturally, it had knocked the wind out of him, and a few of his ribs were bruised for ages.

He felt a lot like that right now.

Her eyes roamed his face. “You okay?” she asked uncertainly.

No. I’m really not okay. Even though I knew this was coming.

“Yeah,” he said, forcing a smile. “I’m excited for you.”

She twirled a piece of hair around her pointer finger. Anxiously, Oscar thought. He watched her thin gold ring with a tiny jeweled flower set into it, flashing as she spun her finger around and around. “You know what Alex said?” she asked, frowning a little. “Do…do you think it’s true?”

Oscar sighed. Part of him wanted to tell her, Yes, it’s true. That’s just how Lando Norris operates. He doesn’t know how to commit, he’s always just looking for a good time, and he could think you’re hot even if you have absolutely nothing in common. But he knew he’d be a pretty shitty person if he said that, a terrible friend to the only person he truly had in McLaren—his own teammate. And as much as he hated to admit it, part of it would be out of selfishness.

So he tried to keep his face as impassive as possible as he responded, “What I can tell you is that Lando does really like you. And he knows you better than any girl he’d just meet in a bar.” He took a deep breath. “And if he means it in the slightest, he better treat you like it.”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks, Oscar.”

~

You had suggested to Lando something chill, something low-key, for your first date, but he would have none of it. He takes you to dinner, a fancy French bistro where you definitely used the wrong fork at least a few times. He compliments your outfit, tells you that you look gorgeous and sexy and how-could-he-be-so-lucky. Then he takes you in his Spider—it’s custom, he says with a grin—to Jimmy’z, a luxurious nightclub illuminated by neon circles in the ceiling, moving strobes encircling a massive disco ball smack in the center. He brings you whatever drink you ask for, twirls you around on the dance floor, even whispers to the DJ to request your favorite song. He doesn’t get drunk, not in the way you were scared he might.

At the end of the night, he kisses you, tasting faintly of Jack Daniels, and you think his lips feel a little sloppy, but nice. You watch him drive away in the Spider, wondering if Oscar ever did finish watching Killing Eve, wrapped up in his blanket like a burrito.

~

Juggling being both a pit crew member and a driver’s girlfriend is...interesting, to say the least. You beg Lando to keep it quiet, at least for a little, and he agrees reluctantly. Alex and George are a tougher sell, requiring several thinly veiled threats and a few pointed glares during close calls. You know inside, for some reason, that Oscar would never gossip about you two.

Lando does tell Andrea, the team principal, who you know absolutely dotes on Lando like a son. Like the golden boy of McLaren that he is. Andrea looks surprised when he meets you, tells you he’s glad Lando finally has what appears to be a “smart, levelheaded girlfriend.”

Lando takes you to more fancy dinners, more bars, clubs where he occasionally DJs. Once, he takes you golfing, laughs at how inept your swing is, guides your arms with his. You ask Lando if he’s seen Killing Eve; he’s never heard of it. He’s not the biggest TV guy, prefers to spend his time streaming on his Twitch. The dates are fun, you suppose, but some nights end in you quite literally dragging yourself into bed, totally spent after an entire evening trying to match Lando’s energy. You know Lando’s face wears a look of disappointment on those nights.

You still game with Alex, George, Lando, and Oscar, and things are…well, mostly normal. Alex and George bicker like they always used to; if anything, they gleefully snatch any opportunity to poke fun at the two of you, liberally making kissy faces and rude noises. You don’t mind that. Lando is touchy as hell, perpetually leaning against you or putting his head in your lap or kissing you on the cheek. You don’t mind that too much, either.

But Oscar is different. Oscar is not normal. He stops laughing at Lando’s jokes, stops laughing at George and Alex taunting you two. And eventually, something you dreaded the most: Oscar stops coming to game altogether.

On the third night in a row without any sign of him, you wait until Lando makes a mad dash for the bathroom before confronting George and Alex about Oscar’s absence.

Alex looks uncharacteristically grim. “I mean, what did you expect?” he asks. “He doesn’t want to see you two making eyes at each other over Rocket League.”

“He's not blaming you,” George cuts in quickly.

“I blame Lando Norris,” mutters Alex under his breath.

“Tell him to come back,” you plead. “If we’re being annoying and couple-y, we can—we will—stop.”

Alex smirks. “Tell that to Norris. You’re not the one being annoying and couple-y.”

“Listen,” George says, suddenly serious. “I know we were giving you a hard time about Oscar earlier this season, and to be totally fair, he’s not exactly the most forthcoming guy about his feelings. But it felt pretty obvious to us that he was into you, and Norris just snatched you up out of nowhere.”

Alex nods in agreement. “Oscar never talks about girls. Or at least never talked about them, until you came around. Norris on the other hand…I mean, by now I’m sure you know his reputation. So can you really blame us for feeling bad for the guy?”

Your heart sinks. It can’t be. You open your mouth to protest, but Lando comes barging back into the room right then, and plants a big kiss on your forehead as Alex makes gagging noises in the background.

~

There was no winning. Not for Oscar. He could sit there and watch Lando manhandle her on a weekly basis, or he could spend Tuesday nights wondering about what stupid joke of Alex’s she was laughing at, what new show she was raving about that Oscar would promptly Google (and sometimes binge) over the following race weekend. To the great credit of George and Alex, they still made the time to game with him, separate from the happy couple.

So when he crashed out at Silverstone on Lap 45, having taken a hit to his rear left from Esteban, even he was surprised at the string of swearwords that he spit into the team radio. (He was pretty sure that fucking-10-second-penalty-for-fucking-Ocon was among them.) The silence from his engineers told him that they were just as shocked by the normally mild-mannered driver. Oscar instantly regretted it; angry radios were a one-way ticket to Memeville. He didn’t know how Yuki and Max cursed with such abandon.

Lando finished P3, narrowly snatching a podium over a soulless Charles Leclerc, whose team robbed him of a crucial pit stop. Oscar watched him shake Lando’s hand, eyes devoid of any emotion, and privately felt a bitter kinship with the tortured Monégasque.

She had sprinted over to his car as soon as he had driven it into the pit lane, fretted over whether he was okay. Helped him out of the car. As the drivers milled around the paddock after the race, she slipped a bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk—his favorite—into his hand, and asked him to tell Lando that she had a bad headache and that she’d try to get to the hotel. Oscar nodded silently, handing her the keys to his driver’s room so she could at least take a nap in the meantime, watched her eyes light up in gratitude.

He begrudgingly relayed the information to Lando, who didn’t seem to register a word of what Oscar said as he raised his trophy victoriously, greeting his adoring British fans.

“Did you hear me?” Oscar growled. “She’ll be in my driver’s room. I told her you’d come see her as soon as you could.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lando waved him away.

George and Alex walked over after the race and clapped Oscar on the back in sympathy; they’d both had their fair share of crashes on Silverstone. Sensing that Oscar was in no mood to celebrate, the three of them decided just to go get dinner post-race instead. They followed George down to the Mercedes motorhome to grab a set of keys when, almost simultaneously, the three of them all noticed a flash of papaya among the black-and-teal-clad Mercedes crew.

Oscar froze. The papaya was Lando. And he was pressing up against some Mercedes girl, her smiling, him caressing her teal collar. Oscar knew George and Alex were both gaping next to him. He turned away in disgust as Lando leaned down to press his lips onto the girl’s.

So he had been listening, after all.

~

“Oscar, wait,” Alex’s voice floated behind him as he stalked out of the Mercedes motorhome and towards his own.

“I’m not going to dinner,” he snapped.

“I know, mate,” said Alex sympathetically. “This whole thing is such shit, and Norris is a little bastard.”

George caught up. “Someone’s got to tell her, don’t you think?”

A wave of nausea hit Oscar. He could already picture the look on her face, see the disbelief and betrayal and heartbreak.

“Let me do it,” Alex said gently. “If she wants to shoot the messenger, way better me than you.”

Oscar swallowed. “She’s in my driver’s room,” he told Alex. “She probably will want to go back to the hotel, though, if you don’t mind—”

“Yeah, mate,” said Alex definitively. “I’ll take her where she wants to go. And I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Thanks, man.” He closed his eyes, rubbed his throbbing temples. He felt Alex touch his shoulder briefly, then disappear. When he finally opened his eyes again, George was looking at him, face lined with concern.

“We should go on a walk,” he said quietly, and stood up.

Oscar numbly followed his lead.

“Or not,” George muttered, as Lando and his entourage of McLaren staff—including Andrea—sauntered into the motorhome.

Lando’s face wore a look of gleeful triumph as he made his way towards the two of them. But Oscar saw a flicker of something else—smugness. I always win, it seemed to say. And better yet—I can get away with anything.

And it was that tiny, tiny flicker that compelled Oscar to step forward, raise his right arm, and smoothly drive his fist straight into Lando’s nose in one fluid motion.

The entire room went silent.

“What the FUCK, man?!” Lando screeched. He covered his nose with his hands. Blood seeped out from between this fingers.

“You had no right,” Oscar snarled viciously.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Lando hissed back.

“We saw you kiss her, you piece of shit. In broad fucking daylight. In the fucking Mercedes motorhome, of all places.”

Oscar expected Lando’s face to crumple, whether in genuine or feigned shame, but not to glare defiantly back.

“Yeah, that’s rich, coming from you,” Lando snapped.

“What?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know she was obsessed with you,” he sneered. “You’re just as much of an asshole to her as I am.”

“I’m not,” Oscar said, stunned. What did Lando mean, obsessed? After that night—he winced at the memory—it looked like she was doing everything she could to avoid Oscar. And then, Lando told him that he wanted to ask her out. So he’d kept his distance. Didn’t Lando see that?

“Oscar and Lando,” Andrea said sternly. “I’ll be seeing you two in the office. Now.”

Oscar stared back at Lando unflinchingly.

“I did it for you,” he spat, before following Andrea to the back of the motorhome.

~

“MY drivers,” Andrea fumed. “MY FORMULA ONE drivers, punching each other out in MY motorhome! Would somebody care to explain what the hell happened out there?”

Both Lando and Oscar stared at the floor.

“Yeah, about that,” said George, somehow having invited himself into the meeting. “Sooooo….Lando here decided to suck face with one of the staff over at Mercedes while his girlfriend is dying of a headache back in the driver’s room.”

Andrea’s nostrils flared.

“Did I mention his girlfriend?” George added, clearly trying to get a point across.

Andrea stalked around his desk and leaned in, face close to Oscar’s. He’d never seen Andrea this mad before, and he had to admit, he was a tad afraid of what the principal might do to him.

He squinted. “Did you put your weight behind it?”

“Excuse me?” Oscar said, not sure if he heard correctly.

“Did you put your weight behind it, Piastri?” Andrea repeated impatiently.

“Uh, yes, sir.”

Andrea gave a singular heaving sigh, rubbing his hands together. “Well. Alright then.” And he gestured for the three of them to leave his office with a flourish.

~

In your hotel room, the only source of light comes from your laptop, which is playing The Art of Racing in the Rain. Despite it being a tearjerker of a movie, you always felt compelled to reach for it whenever your own life felt like it was crumbling into dust.

Denny is taking Enzo for a run in the rain when your phone lights up with a text.

Oscar Hey Alex told me he brought you back to the hotel Me yeah he did

Alex had been incredibly kind as he broke the news to you, wiping your tears with the sleeve of his undersuit, borrowing a Williams staff car to drive you back to your hotel instead of calling you an Uber, buying you a little pack of extremely overpriced hotel Advil for your headache. He asked you if you wanted to be with anyone. You briefly considered the people you knew on staff, the drivers, thought about whether any of them could make you feel…if not better, at least comfortable.

But really, there was only one answer.

Oscar Can I come in?

And for only the second time ever, you open your door to Oscar standing there. As soon as you see him, gazing at you with the most heartbreaking sadness in his eyes, you start to cry.

“Shhh,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. “Let’s sit down.”

You nod, sniffling, and Oscar eases the door closed behind him, joins you on the bed.

“Art of Racing,” he notes quietly. “It’s a good movie.”

You admit that it’s your go-to sad film. Oscar offers up an arm, and you slide in next to him, letting him wrap it around your shoulders.

“Thanks for coming.” Your voice is shaky.

Oscar gives you a light squeeze. “I’ll always come,” he whispers.

You sit there, side by side, watching Enzo’s golden ears flap in the wind of Denny’s racecar. Oscar orders food, and as you pull a slice of Hawaiian-without-the-pineapple from the box, watching the cheese stretch into thin strings, you wonder how things could have changed so much since the last time you ate pizza together. Before everything went so terribly, horribly wrong.

~

“Are you tired?” Oscar asks you a few hours later. Killing Eve is playing on the TV, even though you’ve both watched the whole show now. Just background noise. It's what you need. You’re lying on his arm, face nestled between his neck and chest. Not unlike the morning you woke up to him.

“I don’t know if I can sleep tonight,” you admit. “So feel free to go back if you want to go to bed.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Oscar says, gently but insistently. Warmth fills your body at his words, which gives way to longing. You want closer. You want him. You press yourself against his chest, angle your jaw upwards, closer to his lips…

And Oscar pulls away, his body suddenly rigid.

An icy chill pours into your stomach, supplanting the warmth that had filled your body just a moment earlier.

“It’s my fault,” mumbles Oscar, barely comprehensible.

What? “What are you talking about?” you eke out.

“George’s kitchen,” he says.

You shiver, feeling like you’re in a dark cave, and Oscar’s holding the sole flashlight between the two of you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Oscar.”

“In Monaco. I told you that Lando likes you. I told you that you should go out with Lando.”

Your heart twists. “Oscar,” you say fiercely, “you can’t blame yourself for that.”

He just shakes his head.

“It’s only Lando’s fault,” you insist. “And honestly…I shouldn’t have gone out with him in the first place. I didn’t feel it...for him.”

“Lando came up to me one day,” Oscar says slowly. “He asked me about you, about that night I slept over. He asked how I’d feel about him asking you out…”

The ice climbs up your arms, down to your fingers that are still touching Oscar’s jawline. You wrench them away, knowing what's coming.

“And you told him you’re okay with it,” you whisper dejectedly. You understand now.

You need to tell him.

“Oscar…all this time, you’ve been so sweet and kind and caring…” You furiously blink back the fresh tears gathering in the crevices of your eyes. “And since basically day one, I’ve just been letting myself read into it, letting myself think that you weren’t just being nice. I let myself think that you wanted me…because I wanted you.”

Oscar’s eyes widen. He looks almost fearful, you think.

“And when Lando asked me out, I said yes thinking that dating him…would help me get over you,” you continue. The tears have long since started streaming down your face; it’s all you can do to stop your voice from shaking. “To get over how badly I wanted you, but you never wanted me—”

You gasp as Oscar grabs you roughly by the waist, a stark contrast to the gentle arm around the shoulders earlier. He presses his body right up against yours, and what you feel on him—on his body—may well be lighting you on fire.

“Look at me,” he says. A shiver runs down your spine. “I said, look at me,” he repeats, more forcefully.

You obey, looking into his eyes, and are met with something so raw and ferocious, so unlike the Oscar that you've known, that you’re afraid you’re going to faint.

“Still think I don’t want you?” Oscar asks in a low voice.

A small choke escapes your throat. Wordlessly, you bring your hand back up to his jaw, tracing the bottom edge of his lips.

Oscar needs no more invitation. He seals the chasm between you.

His mouth explores yours, tentatively at first, then hungrily. Your lips part as a breath hitches in your throat, and Oscar uses the opportunity to slip his tongue in between them. His hand slides up your back from your waist, around your neck, then dances around your jaw. You play with that perfect, smooth wave of hair near his temples with one hand, feel the tension in the muscles of his shoulders, his back, his abs with the other. Playing with the hem of his white t-shirt.

As soon as he feels your fingers graze his stomach, Oscar breaks the kiss, looking at you imploringly with those beautiful brown eyes.

“If you’re okay with it,” you whisper.

Oscar answers by tugging the shirt over his head, letting it dangle from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the floor. He leans in again, but his lips are now everywhere besides your lips—your neck, tracing your collarbone, moving up your jaw. An involuntary hiss escapes you as he takes your earlobe between them. The sound seems to energize Oscar, his own breathing growing ragged as he slips the silky straps of your top down your shoulders and kisses you dangerously low on your chest, thumbs brushing little circles on them, making you whimper.

“Tell me when you want me to stop,” he murmurs into the fabric.

You never want him to stop. You need all of him, need him like a wilting plant needs water, like a blazing fire needs oxygen.

You have no idea…

You shake your head, and all restraint is gone. Oscar makes up for all the ground he’d been holding back on, with his hands, with his lips.

…how long I’ve been waiting…

You pull off his shorts, sigh as he reciprocates. There’s not a stitch of clothing left in between your bodies.

…for you to be here.

One more pleading look, one more fervent nod, and Oscar, so tender even in the middle of an aching, desperate storm, finally closes the gap.

~

Freckles. Three of them. But there’s no t-shirt this time.

“Wake up, sleepy,” you whisper.

Oscar stirs. “You must have mistaken me for your pillow,” he says, smiling at you. Your stomach flutters.

“I hope you didn’t mind,” you tell him. He laughs, pulls you fully into a hug, kisses you gently on the top of your head.

“So, I got an interesting text from George yesterday…” you trail off.

“Uh oh,” Oscar says.

You show him your phone, where George had outlined the events that took place in the motorhome in great detail.

“I can’t believe you socked him,” you say, a little incredulously.

Oscar rolls his eyes. “I’m not proud of it, doesn't mean he didn't deserve it.”

Then he sees something on your screen, and grabs your phone. “Wait a sec.”

Me i asked alex to ask oscar to come to the hotel is that bad George Russell Nah. You’re Pastry’s girl. Always have been, always will be. 😏

“I didn’t come up with that nickname,” you protest, blushing. “In fact, I told George to stop calling me that ages ago.”

“Pastry’s girl,” Oscar muses. “Pastry’s girl…I gotta say, I like the sound of that.”

And the sound of his laughter as he scoops you into his arms is, really, as sweet as pastries.

notes:

just realized how real of homies george and alex are…like they also totally get involved with charles in jealousy jealousy 😭 i’m highkey procrastinating on the george x alex fic bc i will not settle for anything less than stellar w those two…

the scene where andrea starts to chew them out? fully stolen from grey’s anatomy, of all places 😂

10 second penalty for ocon

chuck leclerc is soulless fr

yuki and max raging on team radio

part 1 here! more fics here!

[licollisa]

Im so so so so sorry for the dm but I gotta do, how did you do the lighting for these two??

https://twitter.com/Licollis_a/status/1657703869068234754 https://twitter.com/Licollis_a/status/1657631596198125569

(dm wouldnt send on twitter so I'll send it here!)

Be not afraid, for I will reveal my secrets in rendering step by step.

1. After I'm finished with lineart, I added the base color. It's faint, but putting in gradient will make it pop.

2. In order for the whole thing to look harmonious with each other, on top of the base color I added a multiply and overlay layer. The color I use for multiply is usually desaturated, kinda pastel-y. The overlay one is more saturated (see alternative colors below).

3. The result should be kind of dark. Which is what I'm after, because what you're seeing is already shadowed. So instead of adding the shadow to the base color, I'm adding the light.

On top of the multiply layer, I added an overlay layer. I keep in mind where the light source is coming from (see the blue arrows). The color of the overlay can be whatever -- it depends on the vibe you're trying to make (e.g if they're in waterfall, I'd use light cyan).

Also, see that normal layer clipped onto my overlay? It's how I added my "fringe" (aka subsurface scattering). I often use pink. Just line it on the edges of the light.

4. Now I added a multiply layer again, just to give the piece more depth and details (like the skin)

5. Now I'm adding what's called reflective light (google to see examples irl). Basically, I covered the darkest parts of the drawing with something lighter. For this one I just added pastel purple in the normal layer, but there are other layer types to lighten it up!

6. Now, I colored the lineart through clipping. I usually just matched the surrounding colors by adding a darker one (e.g dark red for skin).

Optional: I like to make 2 copies of the lineart, make one red and another cyan, and respectively slide it to left and to right. Sometimes it doesn't even look good tho....

7. Highlights time! To do this I disable the background so it's transparent, click right and choose 'merge visible to new layer'. Which flattens the visible image onto a new layer. Now I can add in these white lights by clipping on top of it!

(It's a lil tricky to do this right with a brush, so I used the lasso fill tool.)

To top it off, I add some sparkes. My simp art is done <33

Edit: I forgot!! By the end of it all you can add a texture by setting said texture into overlay with low opacity (on top of the finished art). In CSP you can add a perlin noise, one of these:

You can use other kinds of textures for ur artwork, like watercolor etc.

[niki-phoria]

pairing: sunoo x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 614

includes: established relationship, reader is implied to be taller than sunoo (??), birthday fic, my condolences to mint chocolate haters

a/n: happy birthday sunoo !! i'm wishing you all the love and happiness in the world <33

feedback is appreciated <33

sunoo stirs slightly when you quietly open your bedroom door, allowing a small stream of sunlight to enter the room. you softly smile at his tired blinks and disheveled hair as you kneel down beside him at the foot of your bed. “happy birthday jagi,” you smile, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. 

“thank you,” sunoo whispers as he rolls over onto his back. he lets out a small hum as he stretches before he sits up on your shared bed. he sleepily rubs the tiredness from his eyes as you push his fringe back just enough to press a kiss against his forehead. 

“come on,” you smile, taking his hands into yours. you carefully coax him out of bed despite his mild protesting before leading him into your kitchen. 

your dining table has been fully set with a variety of sunoo’s favourite food items. in the center of the table sits a large ice cream cake complete with extra mint chocolate ice cream. your hand rests gingerly against his back as you stand behind him, eager to see his reaction.

“wow!” sunoo gasps at the sight. you stifle a small chuckle as his jaw drops open. he steps closer, leaning over to see the variety of dishes. “you made all of this?”

“i did.”

sunoo glances back at the spread before he all but tackles you into a hug. you stumble backwards slightly as his arms tightly wrap around your shoulders; his legs fall to around your waist. you laugh as he leans down to pepper fleeting kisses against the exposed skin of your neck and face anywhere he can reach. 

“thank you! i love you so much!” he smiles. 

you rest a hand against his cheek when he pulls away; your lips quirk into a small smile of your own. you brush your hand against the soft skin of his cheek before you pull him into a sweet, deep kiss. your lips mold together in sync of a perfect dance - one that you’ve become an expert in. 

sunoo is nearly panting by the time you pull away. his cheeks are flushed a light pink as you carefully set him back down on the ground, though his arms remain wrapped around your shoulders. “thank you,” he smiles before he presses a final peck against your lips.

“anything for you, jagi.” 

the smiles never leave your faces as sunoo eagerly pulls you over to sit down at the table. he hands you a fork before taking one for himself. “will you cut the cake?” he asks. 

“sure.” you take a knife to cut out two slices as evenly as you can. you set the bigger piece on a plate that you hand to sunoo before returning to your seat at your table beside him. 

he uses his fork to grab a small piece before holding it up between you. you softly shake your head in disbelief but follow his lead nonetheless; carefully bumping your own fork against his. “cheers,” sunoo says. 

you reach over to grab the polaroid camera you had left on the table in preparation, quickly snapping a quick picture of sunoo eating the cake. he flinches at the sudden flash before bringing a hand up to cover his face in surprise. “hey!”

you chuckle as you shake the picture before setting it down on the table to finish developing. you wrap your arms around sunoo, pulling him into a hug as you both watch the picture finally come to life. you smile as you shift just enough to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “happy birthday, ddeonu. i love you.”

“i love you too,” he hums.

[hstylesmermaid]

A Spectacular Fashion Voyage with Taylor Swift's Eras Tour!

As the final notes of the American leg of Taylor Swift's Eras Tour echo in our hearts, let's revel in the extraordinary fashion journey she's gifted us with! From the mesmerizing Lover era to the captivating depths of Reputation, each phase unveiled a distinct style, outfits that spoke volumes, and an aesthetic that transcended time.

She starts the show in her Lover Era with “Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince” followed by the first bridge of the night form “cruel summer”. For this era she has worn three custom bodysuits from Versace, all of them full of rain stones in shades os pink, blue, gold and purple, inspired byDuring this set in “The Man”, over the bodysuit, she wears a sparkly blazer as a dress, also from versace.

Fearless is next, Roberto Cavalli was in charge of creating these dresses that Swift rocked while dancing in a storm. The gold fringe dress was reminiscent of a similar look the designer created for her Speak Now Tour in 2011, the three dresses rememore the ones she wore back them, golden fringe and tassels that belong to her more than ever.

Long story short, while performing various songs from her album Evermore she took the stage in a yellow Etro dress that featured a corset top and beading detail down the front. For her magical performance of “Willow” she added a matching Etro cape. Playing into the woodsy nature of the Evermore album with a darker burgundy color and ruffles throughout Marco de Vincenzo, creative director of Etro, designed another dress for this set.

One of her most dramatic looks was the Roberto Cavalli one-legged jumpsuit. The design features a black sheer sleeve, glittering material and a three-dimensional embroidered snake motif winding from the bottom of her leg to the top of her neck. The ruby red snake contrasts with the black bezels of the design, it was reminiscent of the many bodysuits Swift wore during Reputation Tour as it was covered in black sequins scales.

For the end of a decade and the start of an age, she wore a custom-made Zuhair Murad Couture tulle ballgown – featuring beautiful beading, sequins, pearls and crystal embellishments all over the voluminous skirt and bodice. The impressive dress required 50 metres of tulle, while the elaborate design took more than 350 hours of handwork to create in the brand's atelier. In addition to the shimmering Zuhair Murad gown, after the release of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) she wore a beautiful lilac Nicole + Felicia ballgown, featuring a tiered tulle skirt that captured the light beautifully, thanks to its crystal-embellished finish. Another gown Swift fought dragons is was a Elie Saab one covered in flower apliqué and shimmery beading.

She was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, and she know it too well because she wore a sequinned Ashish t-shirt embroidered with quotes such as “Who’s Taylor Swift any wat? Ew”, “A lot going on at the moment” and “we are never getting back together like ever” with a Gladys Tamez Millinery hat that she gave to different fans every night.

So far we had a marvelous time leading to Folklore where the singer performed in a more delicate look in the form of a floaty, layered lilac dress by Alberta Ferretti. "Thinking about these stage dresses for her also pushed me to reflect on my career milestones," explained Ferretti. "I think what we have created reflects this journey where the key elements of my style stand out: lightness, femininity, romance, attention to detail and a delicate, gentle seduction." She wore a green chiffon gown with a deep neckline, flowing sleeves and embroidered leaf detailing, designed by Alberta Ferretti too. Swift added to her repertoire of beautifully designed dresses in a custom-made orange Etro gown, with an embroidered ruffled bodice.

Darling, she’s nightmare dressed like a daydream in three shimmering two-pieces by Roberto Cavalli. Its beautiful design gave the illusion of crystal water droplets, which moved effortlessly as she performed onstage. She wore the outfit with her go-to sequin Christian Louboutin boots. For the surprise song, Taylor topped this cavalli matching sets with Jessica Jones ruffled dresses in matching colours.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, the last part of the show started with a midnight blue bodysuit full of sequins and rainstones with a matching garter by Oscar de la Renta. In a lighter shade of blue, Zuhair Murrad designed another beaded bodysuit. In the lasts shows in LA, she also wore a bodysuit similar to the one she wore in the 1989 tour, with cut-outs and fringe bottom. Every time, everybody agrees that Taylor Swift wears the best looks on stage, and for Anti-Hero Taylor wears her second Oscar de la Renta look consisted of a sequinned 'aurora borealis' T-shirt dress with a co-ordinating lavender faux fur coat, which also featured delicate crystal droplets. For Karma she vibes like that with a tassel coat just to say see you later to the swifties.

An epic wardrobe, just like her music, just like @taylorswift

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[jaeminlore]

home | mark lee

[fluff fluff fluff. room descriptions. cozycore. cross posed on ao3]

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There was something about your apartment that always made him sleep better. Mark never could put his finger on it.

Perhaps it’s the jade colored sheets that are always soft to the touch. Or the way your place always smelled suspiciously like vanilla, even without a candle in sight (he had found out later about things called wax warmers.) Maybe it’s the pile of books sitting on your nightstand, dog-eared in the middle of the foreword because you never could pay much attention when reading new genres.

Mark thinks about the way you decorate your walls. There are no vintage faces to leer at him. No contemporary faces either. You’ve got a calendar hung up by a magnetic board. Mark can make out his own handwriting: a note he left you not long after your five month anniversary. He marvels at the fact that you still have it there, untouched by your eraser like it’s something sacred, and not just a silly note to make you laugh.

There’s a picture of him taped to your bed frame, and it’s the sweetest idea in the world, Mark thinks, that you keep him so close to you. Along the walls you play with different textures, like embroidered quotes, hanging beads and fringe, photos he’s gifted you, and photos you’ve taken when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He thinks about the drawer in your dresser: his drawer, with his own dividers and his own deodorant, and his own clothes that smell like your laundry detergent. He thinks of the bright pink toothbrush settled beside your red one. He thinks of his shampoo sitting beside yours in the shower. Even though he doesn’t live here, you still make it home.

Thoughts like this overwhelm him when he fits his key into the lock. You gave it to him awhile back, almost too nonchalantly. Mark keeps it as safe as he can, unwilling to lose something so significant to him. Something that feels like a part of you.

And he never knows how to thank you enough. Even now, as he pushes the door open, grabs your mail on the way in and sets it on your table, he feels a little lost. The grocery bags feel almost pointless when he sets them on the counter.

He’s not a good cook — and he doesn’t pretend he is. So he got a kit prepared at the store, one you just stick in the oven and kind of hope for the best. He got wine that one of the workers told him would pair well with it, though he can’t be certain they knew what they were talking about. And for dessert, he got your favorite pastry from a bakery that’s always too far away for you to just drop in whenever you have a craving.

He wants to spoil you. He wants you to come home to something warm and good and safe.

Mark knows your schedule. He knows you like to shower as soon as you come home, because it soothes your bones and helps you prepare for the evening. So when you do come home, with the sweetest smile on your face, he ushers you into your bathroom and tells you to take your time.

When you return, soft in your sweatpants and old t-shirt, he can smell his body wash on you, like maybe you ran out of yours, or simply decided to wear his, but it fills him with pride. Like you’re a part of him. Like you want to be closer to him.

Mark is kissing you before he can stop himself. Just a soft peck on your head, and then your cheeks, and then your eyelids, chin, and nose for good measure. “You’re so lovely.”

You preen under his gaze, and Mark wonders why his opinion means anything at all to you. How he ended up with someone so gentle, he can’t begin to fathom.

You eat and sip the wine, and Mark tries not to be obvious in watching your reactions, ready to dial for pizza the moment you seem displeased. But you finish your plate and ask him where you can buy another kit just like it, because you liked the flavor he picked.

When he reveals the pastry, your squeal of excitement warrants a beam of joy to shoot through him. Making your day makes his, and watching you tear the pastry into two equal pieces to share with him makes him love you even more.

He washes the dishes, refuses to let you help. So you sit on the counter and tell him about your day. His hands are still wet with grape-scented suds when he wraps them around your waist and pulls you into him.

You’re sweet. You’re so sweet, so good. Your arms and legs wrap around him like you know he’d never do a thing to hurt you. Like you trust him to carry you.

Mark squeezes you until you begin to laugh. Then he’s carrying you to bed, dropping you on the blankets and smothering you with as many kisses as he can before you’re pushing him off, telling him to wash up so the two of you can cuddle.

Sometimes he holds you. Sometimes you hold him. Sometimes, like tonight, the two of you face each other, legs tangled and pinkies linked together. Mark nudges your nose with his. “I love you,” he says, even if it’s not even half of what he feels. Even if he could write essays expanding on and explaining why. The thing is, you know. You know, but you’re tired, and Mark knows when to rest in silence with you.

“I love you too,” your voice is soft with slumber, like you’re already falling, and Mark squeezes your pinky just a little tighter, a wordless promise between the two of you to keep this love, and home, forever.

[jewellery-box]

Day Dress, circa 1870. Brighton Historical Society.

The skirt of the dress ensemble secures at the waist on the left hand side. At the front it has two pleats (that may have been repositioned during repair), and is fully gathered at the back. At the front the dress falls to the floor whilst at the back it is longer to accommodate the bustle and possibly a small train.                

A hand sewn white purple, pink, green, blue and yellow floral silk chiffon dress from circa 1870. The dress consists of two pieces worn together as a dress.

This dress has received a great deal of mending and alteration and so it is difficult to be sure of what constitutes its original state. The following description is of its current state.

The bodice has a high neck with a simple shallow band collar, an olive braid and a press stud closure. The bodice fastens down the centre front with ten hook and eyes closures and two sets of ribbon ties . The bodice has three darts providing shaping into the waistline. The bodice finishes at the waist and gently tapers towards the front creating a 'V' line. Down the centre front from the neck to the waist concealing the bodice opening is a pressed pleated ruffle of the dress fabric and a line of olive braid. The dress features pagoda sleeves finished at the hem with pressed pleated ruffle of the dress fabric, a line of olive braid and a silk fringe of 4 cm pale pink and white.

The skirt part of the bodice section attaches to the front of the dress with two hooks and eyes on the left hand side of the waist. The fabric drops down to approximately the knees at the front, curving up and splitting on either side over the hip. The edge of this piece is also trimmed with a pressed pleated ruffle of the dress fabric and a line of olive braid. Just below the hip on either side is a large bow of pink, cream, purple and green taffeta.

The bodice at the back is shaped with four panels into the waistline. Where it joins the bodice skirt the skirt is pleated, creating fullness.

[age-of-greta]

The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting

Author’s note: hi!! as always this fic will contain two time jumps, then and today. I proofread, but typos happen! Still planning on posting weekly! Enjoy!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, adult content, minors DNI

Word count: 6.8k

PART 3:

THEN:

Monday was a long day. You had a morning torts class, followed up by yoga, then you were showered and in the office by noon. You didn’t have set hours since you were basically on call 24/7. Your uncle never made you work on weekends or breaks that your colleges had. He wanted you to be a kid as long as you could. It’s not like you didn’t know what you were doing, you had been working there since your freshman year of college. You knew the law, you just had to have a certificate and take an exam to prove it. Your office attire was a bodycon calf-length grey dress with black open-toed heels. However this would not suffice for the concert so in your car you brought one of your favorite outfits. It was a pleather two-piece set. The top looked like a cropped corset and the pants were skin tight with cutouts in the side. You knew it looked amazing on you, but you were nervous about dressing so scandalous hoping it wouldn’t send the wrong message. At around 5 you ordered soup and salad to your desk from Panera for dinner, and at 5:30 everyone had left the office but you. You told your uncle you would lock up because you wanted to study there for a while. When he left you lept up from your desk and headed straight to your car. You grabbed your makeup bag, curling iron, and your outfit plus jewelry. You sat at your desk and began to apply a brown black smokey eye, heavier bronzer, more blush, and a glossy pink lip. Next was your hair, which you put some beachy waves in and sprayed them into place. It was 6:50 at this point and the concert started at 8, you were perfect on time. At 7:10 you walked out of the firm with your outfit and gold jewelry on. You clicked down the street in the same black heels you had been wearing all day just down the block to the theater. You were giddy and excited to see how they performed. When you rounded the corner you were surprised to see a good bit of a line of people outside. You walked up to the box office and told them your name. You were then given a VIP pass and taken in through the side entrance and led to the boy’s dressing room.

“I don’t want to cover The Beatles. That seems cliche.” You hear Josh say as you walk in the door.

Immediately all eyes are on you, and it’s not hard to figure out why.

“Hello everyone.” You say awkwardly.

Sam coughs really loud. “Sorority girl! You made it and you look uh-wow incredible.” He says as he leans in for a hug.

Then you notice their outfits. Josh is in low rise jeans and a vest with hordes of necklaces. Danny is in black jeans and a white fringe top. Sam is wearing just black dress pants and necklaces, Jake is sitting on the couch with black dress pants with white details on the side with a matching blazer and necklaces. You can feel he’s staring straight into your soul. They all look so good, but Jake has you feeling some type of way.

“Me? You all look incredible. I love the style.” You say as your face flushes a bit when you make eye contact with Jake.

“You’re too kind mama.” Josh says with a smile. “Now back to the setlist for tonight.”

“Let’s grab you a drink.” Sam says as he lightly grabs your wrist and leads you across the room to the bar.

“Wait, are you really still making a setlist when the show starts in thirty minutes?” You say to Sam with a laugh.

He grabs a glass and starts making you a tequila sunrise. “Yes. We like to wait until the last minute to form setlists. Josh says it gets the creative juices flowing, but mostly it just ends in arguments.” He says with a laugh. “Here you are madame. How was your day?”

You take the glass from him. “Thanks Sam. It was okay, pretty typical, nothing really special.”

He smiles at that. “Well now it is.”

**

You sat with your drink while the boys battled over their setlist. It was amusing to watch Josh, Jake, and Sam bicker while Danny just nodded his head. Eventually they got their 10 minute curtain call so they all headed to side stage for final checks.

“They’re going to take you to your spot, but we’ll see you after the show?” Sam asks as he heads towards the door.

“Absolutely. Break a leg.” You say to him with a smile and he makes a heart with his hands.

Josh and Danny shuffle out the door leaving Jake lingering behind.

“I really like your outfit.” Jake says walking towards you. “Pay attention to the encore.” He says touching your arm and waltzing out the door.

**

The show had been absolutely electrifying. You knew they would probably be good, but they absolutely exceeded every expectation then some. You were in the VIP pit portion which was essentially you and press. The boys had just finished up “Black Smoke Rising” and they walked off stage. During the concert there had been a few times you made eye contact with Jake. He looked so hot shredding that guitar. Some of the faces he made were obscene, and had your mind long lost in the gutter. You smiled at Sam every time he would look at you, trying to be cool and calm. But seeing Jake in his element like this absolutely fascinated you. He didn’t make you nervous, more like curious. It’s like you were both trying to figure each other out. After a few minutes of chanting, the boys made their way back to the stage. It was time for the encore and you were excited to see what Jake had up his sleeve.

“Shall we do one more?” Josh beamed into the microphone throwing his hands up with flare.

You had to admit Josh had incredible stage presence and knew how to command a room. The crowd cheered and then you heard the first chords of Highway Tune come from Jake’s Les Paul. The energy in the venue went up to a 10 as Josh started belting out the first verse. The song continued and the climax had turned into a jam session. Danny was beating the drums, Sam was plucking at his bass, Josh was smashing his tambourine into his hand, and Jake was playing his guitar… behind his head. You were convinced this was possibly one of the best sights you had ever seen. When the jam session started to calm down a little Jake walked towards the edge of the stage and looked at you. He put his pick in his mouth, cracked a smile, and started strumming the intro chords of “Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream. You felt your heart swell a little, but tried not to feel too sentimental about it. You flashed him a huge smile and slightly swayed to his continuation of the song. You glanced over at Sam who had a confused look on his face. Josh shot him a “just go with it” and soon enough Sam joined in and so did Danny. They played the instrumentals of the song for a few minutes-leading to Jake playing the guitar solo before shifting it back to Highway Tune. They closed out the song and were met with cheers from the audience. They said their goodbyes before exiting the stage. The lights came on and security guards had come to escort you backstage.

**

When you got backstage everyone was in a great mood.

“That was such a great fucking show!” Danny exclaimed as you walked in the door.

“Indeed. The crowd was great, although Jake you all threw us for a loop with the Cream cover. But it’s good to keep us on our toes I suppose.” Josh said while pouring a drink at the bar cart.

“Sorority girl! How did you like the show?” Sam said, as he came over and embraced you in a tight hug.

You smiled at him. “It was great! You guys are so good, and I really liked the encore.” You looked for Jake’s eyes but he was at the bar making a drink.

“You will have to come to more shows. I think you’re our good luck charm. We haven’t felt this good after a performance in a while.” Sam said, nudging your arm.

You laughed and threw your arms up. “Hey, I’m there. You can call me a fan now.”

You see Jake approaching you with glasses in hand.

“Here. You said you make the best martinis, well I make the best old-fashions.” Jake says, handing you a cocktail.

“Oh thank you.” You say and you take the glass to your lips and drink. “Shit. This is so good Jake. Were you a bartender in your past life?” You say with a laugh.

Jake chuckles at you. “Bartender might be a stretch, but definitely a drunkard.” You laugh at that.

“Well thanks for getting me a drink brother. I’ll be right back.” Sam says to you as he heads for the bar cart.

Jake smirks at you.

“You know you’re a really good guitarist Mr. Kiszka. I enjoyed watching you all play tonight.” You say to Jake playfully as you take another drink.

“What can I say? I’m good with my hands.” Jake jokes back with you also sipping his drink.

You laugh at that. “Is that so? Well I do have a shelf I need hung in my apartment.”

Jake laughs. “I could be of assistance.” He says and stares into your eyes still smiling at you.

“Damn they need some better tequila.” Sam says, walking back over to the two of you. “I have tried to make a decent margarita, but the tequila is all wrong. Do you guys wanna get out of here and stumble to a real bar?” Sam asks.

“I’m game, but I do have class at eleven so I won’t be out too long.” You say tipping back the rest of your old-fashioned.

“What a studious girl you are. Let’s go!” Sam says grabbing your wrist and dragging you. You glance back at Jake and he’s frowning a little bit, but starts to follow Sam towards the door.

**

The boys had changed out of their stage attire and opted for a little more casual look. You had ended up at a little bar that you suggested right across from your office as you didn’t anticipate it being crowded. It wasn't busy at all, just a few men in suits with pints of beer sat at the bar. You and the boys took a corner booth in the back and you were wedged in between Sam and Jake. Josh insisted on ordering salty dogs for everyone and Danny had ordered pretzel bites for the table. You weren’t necessarily buzzed, but you could feel it coming. When the drinks arrived everyone toasted their glasses to a great show. After the first round of drinks Jake decided to switch to water. This threw you for a loop, but you chalked it up to general tiredness. Sam had ordered tequila sunrises and margaritas for the both of you. When Danny’s pretzel bites arrived you were feeling warm and buzzed.

“Y/n do you want some?” Danny asked, pushing the basket towards you.

“Actually soft pretzels are my absolute weakness, so yes I would like one. Thank you. ” You say back to him after taking a pretzel from the basket.

Danny nods to you and throws up his pretzel stick silently asking to “cheers” it with yours. You oblige and clink your pretzels together giggling.

“Can we get another two margaritas over here?” Sam asks the waitress motioning towards you two.

You finish chewing your pretzel and then look at him. “Fuck Sam I have class and work tomorrow. Are you trying to do me in?” You say to him.

Sam huffs out a laugh. “I feel like it would take a lot more to do you in sorority girl.” Sam says with confidence and throws his arm around you.

“Jake, why have you not had a drink in over an hour? Are you feeling okay?” Josh asks, side-eying him.

“No, I'm good. Just not in a drinking mood tonight I guess.” Jake says nonchalantly.

Josh snickers at this. “That’s a damn first.”

When your margarita arrives you know you have had too much and couldn’t possibly drive yourself home.

“Okay Sam last drink and then I’m calling an Uber.” You say while sipping your margarita.

“Oh shit I forgot your car was still here. That’s your office right across the block isn’t it?” Sam asks you.

“Yes, but there is no way I am driving in this state. I’ll just Uber here early in the morning to get my car.” You say with a laugh.

“Mama I’m not a fan of you Ubering by yourself, especially at this hour.” Josh looks at you with a concerned look.

“Yeah me either.” Sam adds.

Before you can respond you feel a hand on your thigh.

“I can drive you home.” Jake says very casually, and squeezes your thigh a little.

“That’s a good idea. He has only been drinking water for the past hour and then he can just Uber back to the hotel.” Danny says still eating pretzels.

Josh eyes Jake for a moment before clearing his throat and nodding his head.

“That would actually be a huge help. Thank you Jake.” You say looking at him.

He doesn’t return the eye contact, but he hums at your response.

**

You had finished your margarita, and excused yourself to the bathroom to pee. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You were definitely buzzed, but you were thankful you still looked good. You applied some extra lipstick and blotted your face before returning back outside. Jake stood at the booth waiting for you.

“This was really fun, guys. Thanks for letting me tag along.” You said to the group flashing them a smile.

Sam gets up and hugs you. “It’s our pleasure sorority girl. Get home safe and text me when you make it back okay?” Sam says with a smile.

You salute him. “Will do Sammy.” You say.

He beams a little at the new nickname and salutes you back. You say your goodbyes to Josh and Danny, then hand your keys over to Jake. You two walk out of the bar and you lead him to your car. You drove a white Toyota Rav 4 Hybrid, luxury edition. It was a graduation present. Jake opens your door for you and carefully helps you inside. You smile at him. “Thanks.” He nods his head and walks over to the driver's side.

“This is a nice car.” Jake says as he gets inside and puts his seatbelt on. He motions towards your radio. “May I?”

You nod your head and hand him the aux cord. He scrolls through his phone for a minute before Jimi Hendrix is lowly playing through your car.

You smile at this. “You know I have a cat named Hendrix. He lives back at home with my parents.” You say.

“That’s a pretty badass name for a cat.” Jake says, huffing a laugh. “Did you have fun tonight?” He asks you.

“I did. Maybe even a little too much. I’m going to pay for this in the morning, but nothing a vanilla sweet cream cold brew with almond milk can’t solve.” You say back.

“Is that your coffee order?” Jake asks with his eyes on the road.

“Yes it is. My go-to everytime. Please don’t tell me you’re a coffee snob and you think anyone who drinks anything but black coffee are weenies.”

Jake laughs at you. “First of all, I have never heard a grown adult say the word weenies. Secondly, I am not a coffee snob. In fact I enjoy a pumpkin spice latte just as much as the next guy.”

**

The rest of the ride back to your apartment consisted of a lot of comfortable conversations. You debated the over-ratedness of pumpkin spice and came to the conclusion that you both loved it too much to hate it. Despite the fact that you both enjoyed liking things that were “different.” You found out Jake was a fall lover just like you and also shared a love for poetry. You had never met anyone like Jake. He was so fascinating to you. He was ridiculously smart, kind, witty, talented, and beyond attractive. He parked your car and walked you up to your apartment. When you got to the door you asked him to come inside while he was waiting on his Uber, and he agreed.

“How long until your Uber is here?” You asked him setting down your bag.

“It says 20 minutes.” Jake says looking down at his phone.

“Okay I’m going to change. Just make yourself at home.” You say to him while walking into your bedroom. You immediately strip out of your concert outfit and pull out your black silk slip gown. You knew it was a little sexy, but you wanted Jake to see it. Then you speed walked into your bathroom and fixed your face, put on deodorant, added body spray, and gargled mouthwash. When you came out Jake was sitting on the couch, but The Zombies were playing on your record player quietly. When he saw you he shifted around in his seat a bit. “You know you look really good in black.” Jake says with his eyes fixated on you.

You grin at him. “Yeah, so do you.” You say sitting down next to him. There wasn’t an inch of space between his legs and yours. You crossed your legs and leaned over to him. “I’m actually pretty sad that you guys are leaving me so soon.” You say, twirling your hair.

“I’ve got to say I didn’t think I would like Atlanta as much as I do. But I know I’ll be back incredibly soon to visit.” Jake says with his eyes flickering from your mouth to your eyes.

“Oh yeah? What do you like so much about Atlanta?” You say to him with a flirty tone.

“I think you know.” He says leaning in closer to you. You can’t help yourself now. You lean in just as close and then his lips are connected to yours. You feel like a million fireworks are going off in your chest. The kiss is soft and sweet, but it continues. You start to deepen the kiss and Jake’s hand finds your hair. He laces his fingers in your hair and gives it a little tug. You moan ever so slightly at this and you can tell that turned Jake on. You put your left hand on his thigh and start rubbing it, you can tell he’s hard. His right hand finds your soft thighs and he runs his hand up under your slip, just lightly massaging your thigh. You can feel how wet you are. You lightly bite his lower lip and Jake lets out a deep breath.

“Jake, cancel your Uber.” You say through kisses.

Jake hums and pulls away. “As much as I would love that, and I know you can feel how much I love that.” He says obviously talking about his hard on. “You have class in the morning and I don’t want to be the reason you miss it or are tired.” He says tucking your hair behind your ear. “And trust me love, if I stayed here tonight you would be exhausted in the morning.” He says giving you a smirk.

You look back at him with lust still full in your eyes and nod your head. “Yeah yeah Mr. responsible I suppose you’re right.” You say trying not to sound disappointed.

He leans over and kisses you softly one more time. “My Uber is five minutes away. I’m going to head down. But just know I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, and I’ll finish thinking of you tonight.” He says with a smirk while getting up.

You giggle at him and walk him towards the door. He kisses you once more before leaving, and your brain feels like scrambled eggs. You take a few Tylenol, wipe off your makeup, and down a glass of water before climbing into bed. Your head is swarming with thoughts but you’re so tired that your eyes get too heavy and sleep wins.

**

The next morning your alarm goes off at 9 and you groggily climb out of bed and take a long hot shower. When you get out you start to feel like a human again. You wrap your hair in a towel and put on your robe while brushing your teeth. You hear a knock at your door. You glance over with confusion. Who could that be? You look at your phone. It’s 9:30. What the hell? You rinse your mouth out quickly and head for the door, but when you open it no one is there. Then you glance down. In front of your door is a venti vanilla cream cold brew with almond milk and a breakfast sandwich. You pick up the bag and see it says:

“Mobile order: delivery for Jake”

**

TODAY:

You had woken up from the late night around 9 and frowned when you reached over and Jake was gone. All you wanted to do was cuddle up to him this morning, well and maybe kiss him again. You decided it was time to get up and make yourself presentable. You headed to Jake’s bathroom and brushed your teeth with the toothbrush that was kept there for you. You know the implications in a relationship when one person has things at the other’s home. Jake had a toothbrush in your bathroom cabinet too. You then washed your face, did some basic skincare, pushed up on your lash extensions, and loosely ran a brush through your hair. Next was deodorant and a spritz of perfume that Jake had sent you one time while he was in Paris on tour. You decided to unpack your clothes a bit, hanging up your dresses that you planned on wearing this weekend. When you finished you realized you were in only one of Jake’s button downs and decided that you should probably wear a little more clothes before going downstairs to greet everyone. You decided on a distressed Black Sabbath t-shirt with some black bike shorts. You knew you would be heading to the venue later so you would have to change eventually. You threw on your black furry slippers and headed downstairs. Josh and Danny were in the kitchen cooking breakfast and Sam was sitting at the island cutting up fruit.

“She’s awake!” Josh yells through the house giving you a smile.

“Yeah good morning princess. Bacon or sausage?” Danny asks you while flipping over sausage patties.

Sam makes a fake gagging noise and you laugh.

“Good morning everyone. I’ll take bacon please Danny.” You say taking a seat next to Sam. Danny nods at you and continues back to cooking. Josh is setting everything out. There are eggs, pancakes (which you can tell are vegan by the way they look), bacon, sausage, and the fruit that Sam is cutting. You look around for a minute before asking, “Where is Jake?”

“Ah lover boy will be back soon. He is out getting coffee for everyone.” Josh says while getting out the syrup.

“How did you sleep last night?” Sam asks while raking his strawberries in a bowl.

“I slept pretty great actually.” You smile to yourself thinking of last night. “How did you sleep Sammy?”

“Oh like a kid on Christmas. I couldn’t wait to get up at 8 and start slaving away on breakfast. Jake’s itinerary is going to kill me.” Sam says back to you with a sigh.

“Wait, this mega breakfast is part of Jake’s itinerary?” You say giggling.

Just then Jake comes through the door with a carrier of coffee in one hand that he’s balancing under his chin and another coffee in his other hand. He locks eyes with you and smiles before walking towards you. He sits down the coffee carrier and hands you the iced coffee in his hand. It’s your favorite from a local Nashville shop with extra cold foam. Jake knows exactly what you like.

“Good morning love.” Jake says kissing your forehead. You notice that Sam looks away fast. He’s probably just tired, he has never been a morning person.

“Good morning Jake. Thank you for the coffee.” You say shooting him a sweet look.

“Of course. I’ll make your plate.” Jake says, then hands everyone their coffees.

You smile into your drink. Jake could be tooth-rottingly sweet. Jake makes your plate; putting a pancake with syrup, a small amount of eggs because he knows you aren’t a huge fan, two pieces of bacon, and a few scoops of fruit before ushering you into the sitting room close to the studio. It was rare that you all ate at the table when the boys cooked. Jake sat your food down on the table and then plopped down next to you on the couch. You placed both of your coffees down on the table. Sam took a seat next to you with Josh next to him and Danny next to Josh.

“I would like to make a toast dear friends.” Josh stated holding his coffee in the air. “To a good weekend. May our days be merry and our drinks overflow. May brother Jake also not have an aneurysm if the itinerary goes awry.”

“Cheers to that, but the itinerary will be followed.” Jake said, holding his coffee in the air.

Everyone laughed and you, Sam, and Danny held your coffee in the air to join the twins. You all started eating your breakfast and the boys started talking about a new song they were working on. You finished your breakfast and were content listening to them talk. They were all musical geniuses as far as you were concerned. Jake had finished his coffee and his hand found his way to your thigh. You and Jake were so complicated. You acted like a couple and to an outsider you looked as if you were in a relationship. You had gotten comfortable with PDA around the boys, which was something you had to get used to. But you have become increasingly paranoid about it in public. The boys don’t get recognized often when you’re with them, but you’re worried one day they will and then questions about you and Jake will start buzzing amongst the fans. It was nearly impossible to explain your situation to anyone. Then god forbid you start seeing leaks of other girls Jake has been with. It would ruin you, so you would rather remain like this. Ignorance is bliss.

“Enough album talk. Are we ready to get on with our day?” Jake says snapping you out of your thoughts. You force back your worries and smile at him.

“What exactly are we doing today?” You say.

“Well” Jake starts, “since we have to go to the venue in a few hours I figured we could go by the farmers market and look around.”

You were a sucker for the farmers market, especially the ones they had in Nashville.

“Sounds good to me. But I think I need to change shoes” you say motioning to your slippers.

**

After the boys cleaned up breakfast you were all ready to go. You ditched the slippers and threw on your black platform converse and added jewelry and sunglasses. You all piled up in Josh’s jeep. Josh drove, Danny road shotgun as he insisted he was taller than Sam and needed more leg room, you sat in the middle with Jake and Sam on both sides.

“Comfortable Sammy?” You asked Sam playfully as you tried to buckle your seatbelt.

“Oh yeah I’m living the dream back here.” He replied. “Daniel scoot your seat up before my knees break off.”

**

When you arrived at the farmers market you all sort of split up. You and Jake had gone to look at the soaps and candles, your favorite. Danny and Sam went to try the homemade hot sauces and Josh went straight to the local honey cart. Jake held your hand and the bag of beautiful smelling soaps and candles he had bought for you. Then he dragged you over to the flower cart. There was an assortment of beautiful bouquets wrapped in brown paper. You absolutely loved fresh flowers.

“Will you pick a bouquet to put in the vase on our island?” Jake asked you.

You nodded at him and smiled. You started studying all of the flowers, but eventually ended on white roses. It just fits them.

Jake pulled out his card to pay for the roses and then said, “I’ll also take the largest bouquet of peonies that you have.”

Peonies were your favorite flower. Jake knew how to make you swoon.

“Here you are. Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl.” He says handing you the two bouquets.

“I love today, so much. I can’t wait for tonight.” You say kissing his cheek.

This is not normal for you to do in public, but the flowers and candles have put you in a great mood. Jake kisses your cheek back, twice, and agrees about how excited he is for you to see them perform again.

**

When you got back to the house you were a little bummed because you knew the boys would be leaving soon. They had all come back and started taking showers, which was the first step in their show prep. You were in the kitchen putting your flowers in vases, making sure to cut the stems so they all fit correctly. Sam was the first person out and ready. He came out in just a pair of short shorts and wet hair.

“Look at you Martha Stuart.” Sam says as he plopped down in a stool.

“Sammy, will you accept this rose?” You say dramatically handing a white rose towards him.

He clutches his heart and plays along with your antics. “Always and forever my green thumbed goddess. Speaking of green” he starts, “I may or may not have stocked up on the devil’s lettuce for tomorrow night.”

You look at him with delight. “Sammy, you're my hero.” You say hugging his neck.

You and Sam were definitely the stoners of the group. At one time your favorite thing in the world was getting Josh higher than a kite and asking him his thoughts on space and time. Jake walks down the steps while you're mid-hug with Sam. Then Josh and Danny come out of their rooms.

“Are we ready? The driver is here.” Jake says.

“Yes, let's do this! The time is upon us. We will see you there later mama.” Josh says walking by you and patting your shoulder.

Sam gets up to run and grab his shoes and sweatshirt. You walk over to Jake and wrap your arms around him and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Good luck tonight Jakey. I’ll see you later.” You say looking into his eyes.

“My luck will be there watching from VIP, and I know my luck will look damn good.” Jake replies while rubbing your back.

He leans in for a kiss like he does before every time he leaves for a show, but this kiss isn’t soft and sweet like usual. Jake kisses you hard and holds you tight. It takes the breath away from you and now you don’t give a shit about the show, you just want Jake to take you upstairs to continue this.

Josh coughs really loudly and your moment is cut short. “The driver is here, we shouldn't keep him waiting any longer.” Josh says walking to the door. Sam is behind him and he doesn’t look up at you when he walks by. Strange. You give Jake a final kiss and release him to head to the door. They pull out and it’s just you there. You decide to go upstairs to take a nap before getting ready for the show and the after party.

**

When you wake up you have about two hours before you need to leave to head to the venue to see the boys backstage before the show. You climb out of bed and straighten up the blankets and pillows. You head straight for the shower, tonight is a full glam night and you can’t wait to see what Jake thinks of your outfit. You shower and shave/exfoliate your whole body. You put on some oil before getting out and your skin feels the softest it has in a while. You towel dry your hair before lightly blow drying it. Once it’s dry you throw in some texture spray and put your big rollers in. Now it’s time for skincare and makeup. You tone and moisturize, brush your teeth again, then throw on some teeth whitening strips. You shuffle your music and start feeling yourself when Depeche Mode comes on. For makeup you have done a full glam face. Very dewy skin, heavy contour and blush, subtle highlight, a fox eye look made with black eyeshadow, a big mauve glossy lip, and you even added some extra half lashes on top of your extensions. You then put on lotion and luminous skin tint on your whole body. You walked to Jake’s closet and pulled out the dress you would be wearing tonight. It was a small black silk dress. The neckline plunged incredibly low and there was a keyhole cutout just under the cleavage. Jake loved you in black, and you knew tonight would make it hard for him to look anywhere else but you. You smiled at this thought, Jake always made you feel so hot and confident. You slid into your dress and it was skin tight. It hugged your curves so well and your breasts set perfectly in it. You grabbed your black strappy heels that tie around your ankle and put them on. Then you went back to the bathroom and took out your rollers, fluffed your hair, and sprayed a ton of product in it. You finished off by drowning yourself in perfume, taking off your whitening strips, and spraying on extra deodorant. You decided to do gold chunky jewelry putting on large gold bangles on each wrist and thick gold hoops. You were so happy with how you look and found yourself so excited for tonight, even if you did have to see your high school friends. You grabbed your small black YSL purse and stuffed in lip gloss, blotting paper, deodorant, and gum before heading down. You checked your phone and Jake had texted you saying your driver would be pulling up any minute. You walked outside, locked the house up, and waited for your ride.

**

You arrived at the venue and the driver had dropped you off in the back entrance that would lead to where the boys were. You walked to the door and told them your name before being handed your VIP lanyard pass. You tucked it in your purse hanging half out so it was visible. You walked excitedly to the dressing room so ready to see Jake. You open the door and immediately see… Cole? What the fuck was he doing back here. You then see his brother and their friend. Fuck. Josh must have given them VIP passes, he thought he was a comedian. This meant you would all be sitting in the VIP area together, great.

“Holy shit hey mama! Damn, look at you.” Josh shouts from across the room while walking up to you already in his stage attire.

You survey the whole room. Sam and Danny are on the loveseat scribbling down what you presume is a setlist. Your high school friends are standing around at the bar area which is where Josh just came from, and Jake has his back turned to you sitting on the couch with guitar in hand. When he hears Josh he turns his neck and looks at you with wide eyes.

Josh hugs you and whispers “Before you kill me I genuinely did not intend on giving them backstage passes. That was a venue fuck up.” He says half laughing. You shoot him a glare and then fake a smile at him. He steps away and Jake is right behind him. He wraps you into a tight squeeze with his hands hovering on your hips. “Goddamn angel are you trying to kill me? I mean fuck. You look unbelievable.”

You giggle at him and breath in at the pet name that Jake uses when he’s turned on. “Do you like it? Or is it too much?” You say innocently, rubbing your hands on your dress.

Jake smirks at you and pulls you in closer, peppering kisses on your neck. “Like it? I have half the mind to cancel this goddamn show to take you home just to show you how much I like it.”

You laugh at him and he takes your hand and leads you to the couch. You pass the bar on the way there and wave and say hello at your high school friends who are still talking to Josh. At least he is keeping them entertained, you thought.

“Oh wow you look great!” Danny says as you sit down next to Jake and cross your legs.

“Yeah, you do.” Sam says looking up at you sweetly.

You thank them and then Jake throws his hand over your legs while they finish planning the jam session encore together. Josh takes his seat next to you and your friends from high school trickle in standing around the table sipping whatever cocktails Josh had made for them. Twenty minutes go by and the boys have to head to sound check and final call. Jake kisses your head and grabs his guitar before heading out with the other three. Then security escorts you and the others to your VIP seats. It’s a small section side stage on Jake’s side. On the walk there you make small talk with Cole and he gives you a few compliments.

When you take your seat Cole sits next to you and says, “Soooooo are you and the guitarist dating or something?”

There it was. That question that you hated so much. You decided to play it cool and shook your head and smiled.

“No.” Is all you say and leave it at that. He looks at you curiously but doesn’t press any further. One of the security officers brings you a High Noon and you knew it was compliments of Jake. The lights begin to go down and the show starts.

**

After an enthralling show, which entailed a moment where Jake walked over to the very edge of the stage and played the solo of “When the Curtain Falls” looking straight at you, you were being escorted backstage again. Of course this meant the high school friends were right behind you. You were irritated at this, but it wasn’t security’s fault, they didn’t know. You were greeted by boys in a great mood still sweaty from the stage.

“That was a hell of a show guys!” Cole says.

“Oh yeah thanks man.” Danny says, looking at you curiously. You nod towards Josh and Danny cracks a smile. Jake hugs you and you giggle and shove him away. “Jake, you're so sweaty oh my god get changed so we can get to the bar.” You say.

He looks down at you and curls his lip. Then you realize what had just happened. You had just announced your plans with your high school friends in the room. Fuck.

“Yes, that's a great idea. Let’s all get changed and get out of here I’m ready to drink!” Josh declares.

“Where are you guys going?” Cole asks.

“Oh yeah we have this little hole in the wall where we go and drink and play pool. It’s very lowkey.” Danny says.

“Feel free to join us if you want.” Josh says to them and you shoot him a glance. You know he is just trying to be nice. Josh would hate for anyone to feel left out. They all three oblige and after the boys change you’re leaving the venue and headed towards the bar for what you know is going to be an eventful night.

* thank you for reading!!!! also I’m seeing Greta today in Knoxville :)

[foundationhq]

all the skeletons as aesthetics?

oooh, fun! obviously, don't feel beholden to these as you prepare your app - these aesthetics are just what came to us as we pondered our open skeletons!

[𝐶𝑂𝑊𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐺𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺]

the  soft  reverberation  of  an  acoustic  guitar  in  an  empty  room;  the  tingling  in  the  fringes  of  your  mind  knowing  you’ve  forgotten  something  important  but  not  being  able  to  remember,  no  matter  how  hard  you  try;  a  tea  kettle  whistling  shrilly  on  the  other  side  of  the  house.

[𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻 𝐹𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌]

giddy,  breathless  laughter  escaping  the  confines  of  a  hand  clasped  over  lips;  over-sugared  coffee  sloshing  over  the  edges  of  a  cracked  porcelain  mug;  a kaleidoscope spinning lazily, its patterns esoteric and mesmerizing, meanings locked beyond conscious reality.

[𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺'𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑀𝐵𝐼𝑇]

a  bright  flash  of  light  bouncing  off  the  gleaming  edge  of  a  dagger  hidden;  a  shattered  glass,  a blood-red  drop of wine  clinging  on  a sharp piece,  crimson  pool  growing  on  a  pristine,  white  rug;  the  tarnished  surface  of  a  well-worn  silver  ring.

[№2 𝑃𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐿]

handwritten notes  crammed  into  every  corner  of  a  far  too  small  desk  cabinet;  the  scratch  of  a  fountain  pen,  leaving  behind  mathematical  notations on graph paper  in  crisp  loops;  the  rhythmic,  rapid-fire  typing  on  a  mechanical  keyboard  with  sculpted  caps.

[𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝐸𝐶𝑇 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅]

the  first  golden rays  of  sunlight  piercing  through  the  veil  of  night, stirring scuttling creatures into renewed action ;  a  delicate, downy  feather  somersaulting  in  the powerful current of a summer zephyr;  the  light popping of fizzy  carbonation  frothing  over  the  lip  of  a  soda can.

[𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅]

ink-stained  fingers flipping through a set  of  index  cards, painting ghostly blue-black marks on stiff, lined card stock;  the  soft, worn  edges  of  a  beloved  book,  its  once stiff cover now curved after countless re-readings;  an  antique  cabinet  filled  with cherished  photo  albums  and  vintage  tchotchkes.

[𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐻𝑈𝐺𝐺𝐸𝑅]

dried  flowers  pressed  in  every  page  of  a  scientific  tome, their fragile preserved  petals, breathing new life into the  dense text in  pinks  and  golds;  the captivating flash of a sparkler clutched between two fingers, it's scintillating lit end slowly making it's way closer and closer to the digits;  the intermittent tings of a  wind  chime  choir singing and dancing  in  a  springtime gale.

[𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑉𝐸𝑇 𝐺𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸]

a  painstakingly  tailored  wardrobe,  every  single  item  free  of  wrinkles;  the  homey,  lingering  sweetness  of  clover  honey;  the  perfect  release  of  a  wax  stamp  on  an  envelope,  its  copper  monogrammed  seal  enclosing  personal  matters  of  the  heart.

below, you'll find aesthetics for the admin characters (marked with an asterisk) and our reserved skeletons, from their players!

[52 𝑃𝐼𝐶𝐾𝑈𝑃]

the  fiery  end  of  a  matchstick  carrying  a  white  plume  of  smoke  through  a  starless  night;  a  heart  calcified  from  rage;  a  stack  of  documents  fastened  and  meticulously  arranged  to  conceal  any  vestige  of  sin;  a  false  smile  that  does  not  quite  reach  one's  eyes.

[𝐷𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐸𝐷]*

the soft and sharp of an owl, tousled feathers so fringed they’re silent, talons and beak that tear like meathooks; a can of so-sweet tinned peaches, eaten slowly, savoured to the last sip of syrup; windblown, cowlicked hair pulled through carefully darned sweaters, smelling of carbolic soap and Camel cigarettes; laugh lines that most people never see used and tattoos patched by scars with untold stories; the comfort of a woodfire - even as the glow of it pools in dozens of eyes, all so close, all so hungry.

[𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝐶]

steady  hands  glistening  with  life;  kind,  intelligent,  whiskey  brown  eyes  that  so  often  look  far  away;  faith,  maddening  and  undying,  to  one  who  runs  from  her;  a  fawn  hiding  beneath  an  evergreen  branch,  waiting  in  the  snow  and  pine  needles.

[𝐹𝐿𝐼𝑀𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑀]

plump  peaches  freshly  picked  off  the  tree;  delectable  French  pastries  on  a  white  porcelain  plate;  the  daybreak  that  allows  light  to  creep  in  through  the  night  sky.

[𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑅𝐸]

a frayed trail of poorly-managed bandaging that leaks red; the frozen beads of condensation clinging to bare branches in an early winter morning; crows bearing gifts; stretched out cuffs on sleeves too long bunched in hands that have always been clenched; dust motes catching the light through a window; when the appliances click off their idle humming to leave absolute silence in a house that is not a home.

[𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇]*

the first page of a new notebook, unblemished, unassuming, unknown; the end credits on a film reel, little names passing across the screen, recognition in microseconds; white noise blending in and out, the background bleeding into the fore, the oscillating hum of a mechanical cicada — coil whine, the excitation of invisible electromagnetic forces, audile magnetic noises — piezoelectric boogaloo.

[𝑆𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅]*

the sharp tang of smoke from an extinguished match; the blend of cool and warm hues in a still healing bruise; the slight static buzz of a voice coming through a payphone speaker; a well-loved traveler’s journal — its pages tattered and warped — held together by a taut rubber band.

[sigridhawke]

Six Sentence Sunday

but on a TUESDAY 8D

Tagged by @ink-flavored​ thankyou!! I love reading your WIPs and having an excuse to share my own heh heh.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to share from A Piece of You or Crimson so why not both. Double feature!

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A Piece of You

The duo watched in silent rapture as the feline stretched his paws in a way that showed off all of his beans and gave an almighty yawn before curling right back up to continue his nap.

Whatever comment hung upon Yugi’s lips promptly died with a knocking at their door.  

It was with great reluctance he set Tora beside him. While given the chance he would have never moved from the spot again, it was for Tora’s sake he did, he would never forgive himself for dropping greasy food on their roommate. 

To some, Burger World snack boxes, milkshakes, and tiny desserts may not have been the most romantic White Day dinner of choice, but persuading Yugi to order whatever his heart desired was the least he could do.

The burger was good but, Gods, the fries were perfect.

Crimson

"We fae can take on any form we please with enough glamour and skill," the creature explained, stalking its prey in a large circle, "I simply choose this form because dreamers think I'm cute," it cooed, cupping its feline face in hand, fluffing up their cheeks adorably with a slight blep of a pink tongue, "it worked on the two of you just fine."

Then those pink eyes sharpened in a glare. All softness vanishing in a blink of an eye.

The fae feline tilted its head in mockery, a third eye blinked beneath the spiked fur fringe.

"Dragons are forbidden in the lair of Endri."

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Tagging:

[munsonsdungeon]

Valley girl

Premise: You love Valley Girl, and Eddie has something to say about it.

warnings: underage drinking, angst, swearing! I think I might be forgetting, but no smut yet! 16+

a/n: This has a lot to do with the movie Valley Girl. If you haven't seen it, basically the punk guy outcast, falling for the popular girl.

All you wanted was love, someone to call your own. To watch movies with late at night, hold hands in the halls with, someone you could call your person.

You'd never been in a serious relationship, never had a boyfriend. You'd messed around with some of the basketball players, but none of them ever saw you as a serious suitor. Always just someone to relieve some tension.

You weren't ugly, quite literally far from it. Being popular and all, people naturally assumed you were just independent. It was shocking to the student body, that you had remained single. It was shocking to yourself, and it hurt. The more you thought about it, the more you believed you weren't worthy of a relationship.

You were on your second beer, tears streaming down your face as you watched Valley Girl. You had rewound this tape, every night this week. "even the outcast found love" you sobbed. Your parents were out of town for the week, a normal week in your household.

You couldn't control your sobs, as your heart sunk deeper, and deeper into your chest. Nicholas Cages character wasn't even like able, he was a punk and dirty and a loser. Yet, he swindled the pretty girl.

Your phone started to ring, and you thought about ignoring. You knew it was probably just one of the girls calling to gossip, or talk about love. You were so at your wits end, putting on a beautiful performance that you were fine everyday. You were breaking, every second.

"Yeah?" you answered the phone, holding it i between your ear and shoulder. Your hand grabbed the remote, to pause the movie. Shifting the phone to your other ear, Chrissy. She was one of your friends who actually didn't really call to gossip, or complain about her boyfriend. She was so sweet, and cared about your friendship deeply.

"Come to Jason's tonight! We didn't see you at the game, but they won!" She cheered, you could hear her smile through the phone.

"I think i'm gonna stay in tonight Chris" you hummed. A party did kind of sound nice. Get you out of your sobby puddle mess. Your 200th time watching Valley Girl. "I don't know after what happened the other day, I don't know if a party setting is ya know, i'm just not ready i don't think"

"Y/n he's just a dumb boy, he doesn't even know what you're worth!" she assured. You had been stood up, again. Which was fine, you made a day out of it for yourself. Did you go home and cry about it to Billy Idol, blasting loudly through the speakers as you drank your sadness away? Yeah, but that's besides the point. "It can be a you and me party night" she promised.

You huffed and sat up from your bed. "Fine, i'll be there. Give me like 30 minutes" Hanging up the phone before Chrissy could get another word in.

You always dressed up, to the nines. Even for school, it made you feel good. Your parents came from great wealth, and never argued when you asked to borrow their card to trip down to the mall. To say you had the most extravagant wardrobe, was an understatement.

You grabbed your two piece, hot pink. The blazer was over sized, but the skirt was short and tight. You tucked the blazer in, only a white lacey madonna esq bra underneath. Adding a large white leather belt to sinch it all together, you threw on some white fringe style boots and ruffled through your hair.

"You are so sexy, you are a god" you fought back tears as you pointed towards yourself in the mirror. You stared for a moment and let a deep sigh cast over your, freaking painted pink lips. " You'll get your Valley Girl moment"

Fanning your eyes, you grabbed your bag hoisting it over your shoulder. You locked up your home, and drove down to Jason's house. You knew it was there, because Chrissys caller ID was at Jason's. She frequently called from there.

You smacked your face slightly, anxiety setting in. There were so. many. people here. You gawked at the scene, you'd never seen so many people here. It was like all of Hawkins High was here.

Stepping from your small car, you noticed the group of giggling freshman boys you always noticed, accompanied by, you assumed, their leader. His name was Eddie Munson. Everyone really was here.

"Hi y/n" The younger kid said, you turned. It was Dustin Henderson.

Despite the reputation you upheld, you were quite cool with everyone. You knew Nancy, she graduated a year before you, but Nancy basically made you cool. You'd met the kids through her. "Hi Dustin" you half smiled and waved. You couldn't help but take an extra glance at Eddie.

Were you going crazy or was he actually kind of handsome? No, Valley Girl was just fresh in your mind. You and Eddie would be exactly that, the character love troupe. "y/n"

Dustin was waving a hand in front of your face. You really couldn't focus. Eddie, then Dustin, then Eddie. You could hear Hungry Eyes playing inside, your favorite. You knew Chrissy was looking for you. You got so overwhelmed so fast, your vision was spinning. Your heart close to combustion.

"Can i just sit with you guys for a second?" You asked, disregarding whatever it was Dustin had just said. Not on purpose. You felt like your brain turned to liquid, like it was seeping through your eyes and ears.

You walked over to the group or boys, sitting on the step next to, Mike. Nancys younger brother. "Hi Mike" you sighed.

"Hey y/n" These boys were all, so, so nice to you. Your friends weren't even the kind to, each, say hello to you. You didn't even like being a popular girl. You wanted to do whatever you wanted, without potential judgement. To wear your Billy Idol shirt to school, without having a stare down with the other girls. To wear Denim jeans on a monday, that was cheer uniform day.

Eddie hadn't spoken a word to you, yet you had a new curiosity towards him. It had to have been the Valley Girl, constant loop, destroying your thoughts. "Have you guys seen Valley Girl?"

It was so out of nowhere, your brain wasn't your own at the moment. The group of boys smiled. She wanted to converse with them, and they loved that!

"Nancy made me watch it one time, romance is not my thing. Gross" Mike pretended to gag, before Dustin giggled.

"That's not how you feel when El- Jane writes you letters. You kick your feet and blush like a-" Mike whacked dustin in the shoulder before he could even finish.

"I watched that with my mom, and I thought it was great. You never really see a pair of people like that fall for each other" Dustin smiled, before continuing. "that would be like if you and Eddie started to fall in love" He pointed back at Eddie and laughed, a little to hard.

That's another thing you hated about being popular, how if, in some lifetime you DID fall for someone like Eddie. You'd be sure to lose your friends and be shunned from them. It was so stupid, because what if a guy like Eddie was the key to it all.

"No way man" Eddie smirks, "it would be like dismantling me from dungeon master. It will never happen"

The words hurt, if you were going to be honest. Not even someone like Eddie, wanted you. What was so wrong with you, that nobody wanted to be sweet with you?

"I was just wondering if you'd all seen the movie- i've got to go" You stood up. Maybe you should just leave. Go home and cry some more. Mope about stupid love.

Some INXS song was playing when you walked in, and everyone seemed excited that you showed up. Chrissy ran to engulf you kn a tight hug "i'm so happy you came" she mumbled. She pulled away, her hands on your shoulders. "You look like you could use a drink"

She pulled you into the kitchen, when you saw Brad. Brad was the one who stood you up, not once, not twice, three whole times. You never understood why you always showed up, why you always believed his lies. You were just hopeless, and wanted to believe that love would come to you. Chrissy made you a drink before wandering on, bringing Brad with her. Once drunk wasn't enough, you had thrown back a few shots before making yourself another full drink. A heavy poured one, at best.

The music felt so loud, and you felt so out of place for once. You couldn't get what Eddie said out of your mind. What a jerk. Maybe everyone was right, and he was just a freak.

You stumbled through the crowd, Brad making his way towards you, and fast.

"You look so hot tonight" He says, as he grabs your arm, pulling you into the hallway. "I'm sorry about everything- basketball has just been-"

you completely zoned out as he spoke. You couldn't stop thinking about what Eddie said and why it bothered you so much, you felt like you were going crazy. You muttered a few "uh huh" and "yeahs" towards Brad. You seriously couldn't focus.

You started to walk away, you knew Brad was just talking about himself anyways. His jaw dropped as he called for you. You ignored his calls, and roamed the house. Looking for Eddie. When you got to the front, where the previously were. Eddie was no longer with them, you noticed it had started to rain.

You were stumbling, alcohol heavy in your system at this point. "Have you guys seen Eddie?" You asked the kids. They seemed shocked.

"He went to use the bathroom i think, or to the backyard for a deal" Mike piped up. You didn't even listen to whatever else they had before stomping to the bathroom, a loud knock against the door. No reply, but you could faintly hear moaning. You left to the back yard, your feet mean on the ground. You were so upset, stupid Eddie making that stupid comment, stupid Brad taking about himself, stupid Chrissy for lying saying she'd spend the whole night by your side.

You had tears in your eyes, anger and sadness fighting for which emotion was stronger. You faintly saw Eddie tucked into the furthest corner of the backyard, he was taking to some girl. You couldn't put a face to her, as she walked away from him. He shifted some cash into that stupid tin lunchbox he always carried around. "Munson" you called.

He whipped around, a smirk on his face. A stupid, stupid, charming smirk on his face. It washed away when he noticed you were crying.

"what's wrong with you?" you asked as you took your hand to shove his shoulder back.

He looked so confused, he naturally assumed maybe you'd wanted to buy some drugs as well. "what?"

"I said what's wrong with you? Don't you know words hurt you asshole"

He was genuinely so confused, and a little to high to deal with this. "I don't know what-"

You shoved his shoulder back more, "would it really be so shocking if we dated. Oh Eddie the FREAK, with me" you laughed, a pure pity laugh. "yeah I bet that's so funny to you, huh that I can't even get one guy to follow through with a date?"

He was dumbfounded. He didn't know what he really said to you, that made you feel this way. Eddie wasn't an asshole, and anyone who knew him, knew that he had a heart of gold. He put his hands on your shoulder and whispered to you to breathe, so he could understand what you were going on about.

"It’s just like, Valley Girl is like basically saving my life right now." you started, mentally smacking yourself for how stupid that was. Eddie smiled at you, before taking a seat in the grass. He patted the seat next to you, and you sighed, utterly defeated from this night, before joining him in the grass. You sat cross legged, and Eddies eyes naturally looked down at your legs, he got a glance at your cotton undies, a red rash surfacing across his face, before he adverted his eyes back to your face. He woundnt lie, the sight of your pure white undies made his cock twitch. He chose to ignore his thoughts, and focus on your crying face.

"I just got so upset with what you had said you know. I've never even been on a real date, or had a boyfriend. God I don't even know why i'm telling you this. I've only been a late night hookup, once or twice" you started. "Like what if I did like you, would that be so wrong? Maybe it's Valley Girl getting into my head. Or maybe I always just assume people like me, and that's why I got upset at what you'd said earlier."

Then he remembered what he said. He apologized, before sucking in a breath. "I don't really know you" He mentioned, "and i think you're beautiful, you're actually really fucking hot- that's not the point, I just, shit, i'm high like 90% of the time. I didn't even think about it" He said. You could hear and feel the honesty in his voice.

Your heart fluttered, no guy had called you beautiful. Quite literally ever. It was like you were purely viewed as an item to these guys.

"My dad like Dio ya know" you pointed to his jacket. "He's a pretty strict business guy, ever since he started dating my step mom. He's really cool though, he loves metal. You'd like him" you chucked, you're blushing. You're drunk, you can't stop talking. Out of nowhere, your conversation felt so natural. You and Eddie laughed, and talked about really serious things. How you'd never been on a date, his situation with his uncle, both your parents divorce. Hours had passed at best, as the people in the party started to leave.

You checked your watch, mid conversation. "4:30 in the morning" you laughed, looking back up at Eddie. He smiled, then it faded. He had this feeling that after taking a new liking to you, and getting so close within the span of a few hours, that come tomorrow morning, everything would go back to normal. You two wouldn't even make eye contact, or you'd forget his name.

You couldn't though, you'd also taken a new liking towards Eddie. He listened, and laughed with you. He made you feel normal.

"Can I get your phone number?" you asked. You were so shy all of a sudden. "I know it's silly, I really love talking with you, and i thought maybe it would be nice to call you sometime. I assume we're friends now?"

She loved talking to him? He genuinely couldn't believe this was how his night played out. He grabbed a pen from his tun lunchbox and pieced together his number on to her forearm.

Chrissy went home with you, as you drive she noticed a number on your arm. She let out an excited squeal. "a boys number!"

You blushed. Yeah, a boys number. Eddies number. It made you feel so strange. Yet, so incredibly good.

Eddie rushed home, breaking multiple traffic laws. All so he could pull up a chair, and wait in front of the phone. He had some sort of feeling she'd call, so soon. was that pathetic of him to think that?

The phone rang, and it was music to his ears. Better than any Sabbath song, and Dio song. He was quick to answer it, "calling so soon m'lady?"

She blushed, unbelievably hard. Where were these feelings coming from, and so strong?

"I just wanted to let you know I got home safe" She smiled.

They talked till it was time for school. It was unreal, how much they could talk without any form of silence.

"Yeah, I'll see you at school? in like an hour?" He asked. Hopeful that this wasn't a secret, he did want to see her again. Part of him, wanted to hold her hand, kiss her face. Eddie wasn't soft, he didn't like dating. He was the hook up kind. Why was he excited about possibly holding her hand?

"I'll see you then Munson" and with that she hung up. She yelled, an excited little girl scream and she changed out of her clothes. She had an idea.

[doll-collecting-aerialist]

Theoretical Mix and Match Time!!- 50’s Diner Inspired Set

In this here post, I will continue to make a case as to why AG SHOULD HIRE ME. I mean- I like making theoretical mix and matches. Last time I made a neutral coloured autumn set. This set is way different however, as its main colours are pink and black with a bit of brown and baby blue.

These would be the main “statement” pieces. We have…

Cutie-mobile Skater Dress

Chic Black Sailor Dress

Lots of Ruffles Midi Skirt

Dots to Hearts Jeans

These would be the shirts (plus two more coming up). There’s a lot- I know- but the black shirts would be sold together, as would the two pink shirts. The blouse and red sweater would be sold together.

Floral Fun Short Sleeve Blouse

Beforever-Inspired Long Sleeve Tee

Berry Red Argyle Sweater

Black to Basics Tee and Tank

Cute in Houndstooth Sweater Vest

Creamy Frosting Blouse

Now we’re getting to accessories!!

Don’t be Blue! Collared Tank

Pretty Plaid Shirt

Essential Leggings and Socks Set

Melty Icecream Bag

Pink and Blue Checked Neck Tie

Locket and Icecream Necklace Set

And of course, we aren’t about that tetanus life, so our dolls have to have shoes!!

Pink Patent Fringe Loafers

Reach for Gold Ballet Flats

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Foundation Life is a Beach

343, being a concerned surrogate grandfather, decides his favorite grandkids need a little sun and fun. Dr. Gears and Dr. Clef tag along as "responsible supervision", although Clef seems to be more prone to shirking responsibilities. And 053 tries a snow cone for the first time with 999.

I wake up to my darling gently snoring and my cell ringing. Huh. Bit early for Iris to be calling, but it's my baby sis, of course I answer.

"Morning, sleepy head! Come down to 053's room, 343 has a nice surprise for us."

"Can I at least have breakfast first?"

"No time, breakfast will be provided. Well, brunch. It's 10ish. Oh, grab your swimsuit."

"Fine, give me fifteen minutes to get ready. Any other clues, or am I just meant to guess the test?"

"Sorry, 343 made me swear to keep it a surprise." I hang up, gently kiss my sweetheart, and get on with the day. A stop at my place, fluff and feed Liam, grab beach stuff, struggle into modest one piece with light dress over, add sandals and sun hat, off I go.

I reach 053's place, to see 343, 999, Iris, Dr. Gears, and Dr. Clef, all ready for surf and shore. Instead of his usual cowboy hat, Clef dons a straw version. Dr. Gears is in shorts and an MIT college shirt, with his lab coat on top. 999 has on floaties, which made me giggle. 343 is even in swim trunks and a light polo shirt. Iris opted for a light blue sundress, also with sun hat. 343 is handing out sunscreen, making Clef groan.

"Alto, skin cancer is not a joke. Just put on the suncream." Grumbling compliance. We head in after.

"Hi Evie! Ready for some fun?"

"Iris! And 343, and Auntie Rabbit, and 999... but who are the grownups?"

"I can explain, Evie. Remember our snow day? Even though we all kept our word, Doctor Clef found out, and asked if he could come on our next trip. Doctor Gears is here to keep Doctor Clef out of trouble." 343 knelt down, picked up Evie. "How does a trip to the ocean sound?"

"I dunno. What's it like?"

"Warm and sunny where we're going. The water is clear and clean, the sand is a pretty pink, and there's lots of room to play. Sound good?"

"Can 682 come?"

"Not sure that's such a good idea, Evie. He'd get sand in all his bits. Plus... not sure he can swim." Thank 343 Clef lies as naturally as he breathes, last thing we need is a big cranky lizard on the rampage.

"Oh. Okay. Can we send him some ice cream after?"

"That we can do, Evie." Dr. Gears replies. "Does he still like rocky road?" Evie nods. That settled, 343 waves his hands, and we're on the most stunning pink sand beach. It looks right out of a brochure. Evie looks out to the water.

"Is that the ocean? It looks pretty. Can I see it?" Iris walks her to the shoreline. Evie giggles as the waves wash over her toes. Meanwhile I help 343 with brunch set up. By the time everything is ready, 999 is helping Evie build a sand castle, mostly by gurgling and pushing wet piles of sand to her. Dr. Gears is nibbling a croissant and reading some files. Dr. Clef... is trying to surf with moderate success. Somehow even after a wipeout or two, his hat says on. Iris is sipping iced tea and watching Evie play with 999. By the time 2 pm hits my watch, it's hot. But... 343 as always thought ahead with a snowcone bar. Iris calls Evie up.

"Snowcone time, Evie! What flavor you want?"

"Cherry for me, and blue raspberry for 999." Iris hands out the frozen goodness.

"Snowcones? Haven't had one since I was a kid. Mind if I join you?" Clef goes for mango. Before long, we're all enjoying them. Gotta love the fringe benefits of this job, literally anything can happen.

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

Can we talk about the silhouettes from the tour costumes? I don’t know enough about fashion to say exactly, but it seemed like there were some themes that were new for her- lots of triangles and ruffles. The necklines were maybe lower than I’m used to seeing them on her leotards/bodysuits and even dresses. Something always felt Off to me about the 1989 two piece fringe sets, but the pink beaded two piece felt like it suited her much better, though I’m not sure why. I’m curious to hear your perspective on the cuts, silhouettes, and construction lines from the costumes - and if you’ve noticed them changing over the years? Thanks!!

In terms of construction and silhouettes, a lot of these lines are very familiar territory for Taylor. We had a whole discussion re: leg openings so I'd say these bodysuits are in line with standard for Taylor. And she's been no stranger to bodysuits over the years, either.

In terms of necklines, I'd argue that the Zuhair Murad "Style" bodysuit from the 1989 Tour had a lower neckline than what we're seeing on the Eras Tour. There's nothing really plunging about these pieces. Fringe, tassels, ruffles, sparkles are all go-to's for her.

I will say that I do think the construction of these pieces are hitting different in a way that was immediately discernible for me when I was watching those first livestreams from past tours. Whether that's the designer/couture element coming into play is certainly a possibility. Often one can just feel before they can really see or know that a garment is well made. The intricacies of the embellishments are (to my eye) very noticeable.

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the nuances of high school musical

i don't want to hear you saying you know more about high school musical than me if you don't know the songs "i can't take my eyes off of you" or "just getting started." do you have the HSM All Access interactive book? didn't think so!

yes, that does mean i have a sharpay evans ID card and twinkle town program booklet.

sharpay and zeke. in a perfect world, we would all like to believe these underrated love birds ended up together. but due to the half-arsed spin-off that is sharpay's fabulous adventure, the last person we saw her with was peyton. sharpay stayed in the realm of her family's network, which isn't surprising whatsoever, just disheartening. zeke was the most loyal crush sharpay had even from the beginning of hsm1 when he gave her a tupperware of his pastries at the end of the movie. the two are also shown sending the lanterns off together at the end of hsm2 in the couples' finale, and also go to prom together. i'm glad kenny ortega saw them as an endgame from the start, but the hsm fan in me wishes for some sort of closure beyond their 30 seconds of screentime together in each movie.

darbus sending in a julliard application for troy. i don't even know if this is legal. i went through the college application not that long ago, and i'm wondering if his "application" was just a referral? how did she obtain all the forms required for the common app to send it as an application because this kid DID get accepted just based on the application darbus sent. did darbus submit a fasfa for troy while she was at it?

ryan and kelsi. we don't see their relationship until hsm3. i'm guessing that with developing the spring musical, they naturally got closer. but their interactions in the first two movies are reduced to piano interactions and team events. do ryan and kelsi end up together in the end? or were they just a cute prom date? i bring up this point primarily due to the topic of ryan and chad. if you are heavily involved in hsm discourse, you know many speculate a relationship between ryan and chad in the second movie after the scene "i don't dance." however, chad was still dating taylor. unless the two were sneaky linking during shifts...

the plot of twinkle towne. the songs in twinkle town from what we can see in hsm1 include "what i've been looking for," "bop to the top," and "breaking free." characters seen from the callback paper are arnold, minnie, mr. schain, and johnny deni. jen abidor pieced together her own hypothesis of what this hodgepodge of a musical could be by honing in on the set pieces troy and chad were called to work on, songs, cast, and more in her article, " I Pieced Together The Plot Of "Twinkle Towne" From "High School Musical" Based On What We Know." i recommend reading her theory, but in short, it's a rendition on an old hollywood love story of two actors and their movie.

the costuming in sharpay's fabulous adventure. tom mckinley and caroline b. marx led the costume design for hsm 2 and 3. plenty still look up to sharpay's iconic looks from both of these movies to this day. bedazzled golf dresses and tankinis, pink leather mini skirts, fringe boots, feather robes, the list goes on. however, we shift to sharpay's wardrobe in her own movie, and it looks like a kohl's preteen ad. i understand that in this movie, she is supposed to be "broke," even though she is in a studio apartment near nyu that is probably $2,000 a month. but we all know sharpay would never sacrifice her drip. her outfits in sfa can be summed up to hot pink sequins trench coats, cupcake freshman year homecoming dresses, and women's fit button-up vest combos. natalie bronfman was the costume designer for this film and she has also worked on the handmaid's tale. let's just say, bronfman found her niche. i want justice for sharpay.

gabriella at the end of hsm3. did she get exempt from her finals at east high to go to stanford's freshman honors program? also why is the program in the middle of the school year. we see during "walk away," that gabriella's mom sold their house and moved everything out. so when she came back for the show and graduation, where did she stay? i'm guessing she either stayed at a hotel, taylor's house, but the fact we got little explanation on how gabriella went about all of this is accurate to how everyone else felt.

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