#so i was like okay whatever and went straight to march

[koddlet]

also reposting the march music zine that was dedicated to the mind electric, because i didn't do it justice either!!!! some sketches under the cut 👇

[theostrophywife]

shut up kiss me.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

song inspiration: shut up kiss me by angel olsen.

author's note: everyone say thank you to my love @writingsbychlo for fueling my delusions. constantly spamming her with my ideas because i have no self control when it comes to this man. there’s just something about theo fighting that makes me absolutely feral but i’ll hush now before i spoil it 🤭

Theodore. Fucking. Nott. 

Those three words fueled your rampage as you marched across the quidditch pitch. The audacity of that cocky, arrogant, silver tongued Slytherin knew no bounds. For years, you tolerated the pompous prick and the rivalry between you, but today he had finally gone too far. 

You cleared the field in less than a minute, passing by confused players as you angrily seethed. You spotted a shock of familiar platinum blonde hair and walked right up to Draco Malfoy. 

“Where the hell is he?”

He chuckled, perfectly aware of your longstanding enmity with his closest friend. “What’s he done this time?”

“Where. Is. He?” you repeated through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me ask again, Malfoy.” 

The blonde paled several shades when he saw the fire burning in your gaze. “Locker rooms. I wouldn’t go in there, Y/N. They’re still shower—“ Draco sighed as you brushed past him. “Whatever, it’s your funeral.”

The locker rooms were steamy, the heat and humidity clinging to your school uniform as you stalked through the aisles. The Slytherin players startled when they spotted you amongst their midst. 

“Well, well, well,” Mattheo drawled as he leaned against the wall. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips and he smirked when your eyes flickered over his body. “What do we have here? A sweet little Hufflepuff marching straight into the viper’s den.”

“Where the fuck is he, Riddle?”

Mattheo grinned lazily. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, sweetheart.” 

“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Your arrogant prick of a friend who sent my fucking date to the hospital wing!” 

Before you went to sleep last night, you had done so with a grin on your face after a wonderful date with Alec Stone at the Three Broomsticks, but then you arrived at breakfast this morning with no Alec in sight and the rumor mill rampant with talks of Theo pummeling some poor Ravenclaw in the courtyard. 

You were going to kill him. 

“Sorry, love. Doesn’t ring a bell.” 

You frowned, purposely bumping against Mattheo as you walked further down the dimly lit aisle. In your trail for vengeance, you ran into a very flustered looking Enzo who yelped as he sought to cover his very naked torso. 

“Y/N,” Enzo said, hastily wrapping a towel around his waist. “What are you doing in the locker rooms?”

Behind him, the sound of the shower running echoed against the marble tiles. “Is he in there?”

Berkshire’s face fell. “You heard about the fight?” 

“It wasn’t a fight,” you said angrily. “He pummeled Alec so badly that he’s currently in the hospital wing with a concussion and several broken bones.”

“Just hear him out, okay?” 

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Hear him out? Your precious Theodore beat the absolute shit out of my date and you want me to hear him out? For what? What reason could Theo possibly have for doing what he did to Alec? He couldn’t stand to see me have fun for two fucking seconds? This is low even for him and you know it, Enzo.”

“You don’t know the whole story, Y/N.” 

“Well then please point me in the right direction so I can hear from the arsehole himself.” 

“He’s in there,” Enzo said, pointing to the shower stalls. “But I’m warning you, Y/N. He’s in a proper foul mood.” 

You huffed. “That makes two of us.” 

The steam from the showers rose up like a malevolent fog, curling around your feet as you stormed through the stalls. You found him in the farthest corner, water trickling down his back as he faced the tiled wall. His body language was tense, like a serpent preparing to strike. A crimson trail swirled against the marble as blood dripped from Theo’s bruised knuckles. The sight of it incensed you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” 

Theo whipped his head towards your direction, his dark curls plastered against his cheek. Those watercolor eyes were stormy, the blues and greens flickering with anger as he met your gaze. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said dismissively. 

“Bullshit!” You countered, stepping further into the stall. The steam barely covered Theo’s naked form, but you weren’t about to let that deter you from demanding answers. “You owe me a fucking explanation.”

“For what?” 

“For what?” you repeated incredulously. “You beat Alec within an inch of his life and that’s all you have to say for yourself? Honestly Theodore, have you gone absolutely mental?” 

“He deserved it.” 

“Why? Because he took me out on a date? Because you couldn’t stand to let me have this one thing? You absolutely loathe the idea of me being even remotely happy, don’t you?” 

Theo clenched his fists as his jaw twitched in anger. “No. I loathe the idea of that miserable excuse of a human being breathing the same air as you.” 

“So you beat him to a bloody pulp?” 

His voice was cold and icy, cutting through you like glass. “He’s lucky I didn’t do worse.”

“What do you have against Alec?” You moved closer to Theo, closing the gap as you poked his chest. The shower streamed over the both of you, blurring your vision. The water was hot against your skin, but it paled against the heat of your own anger. “What did he ever do to you, Theo?” 

Theo gripped your wrist. You were vaguely aware of his nakedness, but he made no move to hide it and you were too furious to even care. “Don’t say his name. I can’t bear to hear you say it after what he said about you this morning.” 

You stepped backward, flinching. “What—what are you talking about?” 

When you met his gaze, you startled. You’d never seen Theo this angry before. His eyes, which were usually dead and expressionless, burned with a cold sort of fury. 

“I heard him in the courtyard, bragging to his stupid friends. I thought he was just chatting shit, so I kept back. I only came down for a smoke, but then he said your name.” 

The pit in your stomach grew. “What did he say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure you wanted to know. Not if he was this angry over it.

“The stupid fucking prick was talking about your date. The dress you wore. The smiles you gave him. The hand holding through Hogsmeade. Then one of his gormless mates asked if he got lucky.” 

You froze at his words as a horrible feeling washed over you. Theo loosened his grip on your wrist, but didn’t let go. 

“Do you know what that sodding idiot said? I will, soon enough. I can tell she’s raring to go.” 

Tears pricked at your eyes. You felt like you were going to be violently sick. 

“And his friends—those miserable fucking wankers started betting on how long it would take. Two dates. Three. A month.” Theo’s hands were shaking, violence spilling over into his veins. “That smug tosser smirked and said he could’ve had you out in the hallway. That’s how eager you were.”

“I barely even touched him!” you said angrily. “I kissed his cheek good night and that was it.” 

“I know,” Theo said, his voice low and rough. “I know you. I knew he was lying, so I fucking lost it. I walked over there and just punched and punched until my knuckles were bloody and bruised and all I could see was red. I wanted to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his mouth.” 

You could picture Theo putting out his cigarette ever so calmly before walking over to throw the first punch. You’d seen him fight before. He was relentless. Where Mattheo was pure fire and rage, Theo was as cold as ice. There was nothing but lethal calm in those dead eyes as he delivered blow after blow in absolute silence. 

“Eventually, Blaise and Enzo pulled me off of that prick.” He averted his gaze as if remembering the moment. “When his idiot friends finally peeled him off the floor, I spit on the fucker. I told him to consider it a warning. That I’d do a lot worse if I ever heard your name come out of his mouth again. I promised him that a concussion would be the least of his worries if he didn’t stay the fuck away from you.”

The tears fell down your cheeks despite your efforts to keep them in. The anger all but faded from Theo’s eyes as soon as he realized that you were crying. You were so, so stupid. For thinking Alec was a nice guy. For being so giddy after your date only for him to turn around and spit vile lies about you. 

For crying in front of your worst enemy.

The color drained from Theo’s face as you cried into your hands. You felt him shift beside you, debating whether or not to come closer. 

“Don’t,” you said through a broken sob. “Don’t come near me.” 

Theo flinched at your words, looking visibly pained. His voice was soft and soothing when he spoke again. “Tell me how to fix it. Do you want to yell at me? Punch me? Go ahead, love. I can take it.” He sounded desperate. “Just please, please don’t cry.” 

You hugged your arms around your waist and glared at him. “Why do you even care?” 

He paused, fingers flexing at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and comfort you. 

“Because I care about you!” The exasperation in his voice made your chest tighten. “I care that you let that stupid idiot take you on a date to the Three Broomsticks. I care that you fucking smiled at him when he gave you roses even though I know you prefer sunflowers. I care that you kissed him on the cheek when he dropped you off at your dorm.”

You sniffled, utterly perplexed at his words. “I don’t understand. We hate each other!” 

Theo visibly softened, the tension leaving his body. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” He reached for your hand. Your first instinct was to pull away, but you let him trace soothing circles on your skin. “I may tease you. Prank you. Annoy you. But I’ve never hated you.” 

Theo wiped the dried up tears from your cheeks. No fresh tears, which he took as a good sign. “I don’t even think you remember this, but I tried asking you to the Yule Ball in fourth year.” 

The memory surfaced. You were reading by the Black Lake and Theo had asked if you had a date. You said no, to which he promptly asked if he could take you. You left in a huff, thinking that it was just another way to rile you up. 

“I thought you were just trying to get a rise out of me. If I would’ve known…” 

Theo paused. “How could you not know? How could you not see?” 

The rage crashed against you like an errant wave. You didn’t know if you were angry at Theo or yourself, but you exploded either way, unable to keep your emotions under control. 

“Because you never told me, you idiot!”

“I never told you, but I showed you.” He smiled crookedly. “I'm not good with words, obviously. Every time I open my mouth it’s like I say the perfect combination of words to piss you off. So I learned to tell you how I felt through my actions.” 

“Haven’t you ever wondered why your favorite study spot in the library is always free? That’s because I threatened anyone who came near it. Or how you never seem to run out of quills despite the fact that you manage to break one every day from how hard you write? I always replaced them when you weren’t looking.” Your heart clenched at his words. “I even bribed first years to bring you hot chocolate when I knew you were pulling all nighters.” 

You stood there, staring at him. This wasn’t the cocky, arrogant Theo that you knew. He was looking at you so earnestly that it physically hurt how endearing it all was. 

“Why would you let me think that you were an inconsiderate jerk this whole time?” 

Those hypnotizing eyes pierced right through you, filled with a sadness so heavy that you felt it weighing on your chest. 

“Because at least you were thinking of me.”

You swayed gently. The water had long seeped into your bones, making you shiver as all of your clothes stuck to your skin like paper. You were convinced that your body had gone into shock. The range of emotions you were currently experiencing was turbulent to say the least. You stood in stunned silence, just taking it all in. Then the impact of his words hit you all at once. 

Theo watched as your bottom lip trembled. Panic seized him as you began crying again, this time not bothering to hide it from him. “Fuck I’m sorry, Y/N. Please don’t cry.” 

He didn’t know what to do. Should he comfort you? Should he keep his distance? Theo felt like he was doing a rather exceptional job of mucking things up. 

“Why are you saying sorry?” You said between hiccups. “I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Theo caressed your cheek. So gently. Like he half-expected you to recoil. That only set a fresh wave of tears to spill onto your cheeks. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, love.” 

“Of course I do!” you nearly wailed. “I’ve been horrible to you. I’ve thought the worst of you, but all this time you were doing all these sweet, considerate things and I never even noticed. You should’ve told me, Theo.” 

“I—I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way,” Theo said softly. “It was better to have you hate me and still be part of my life than risking not having you in it at all.” 

Because at least you were thinking of me. 

It was the saddest thing that you’ve ever heard. For years, Theo settled for being your enemy because he’d rather have your hatred and loathing than indifference. He sustained himself on the bare minimum because he thought that was all he deserved. 

“I’m sorry, Theo. I’m so so fucking sorry.” 

Theo was absolutely distressed. “Fuck, look Y/N. Let me just finish up here and get my towel and when I’m dry and slightly less naked then we can talk, okay?” 

You sniffled, wiping your tears away. There was no way you could wait. Not after everything Theo had just told you. Not after everything that he’s been telling you all these years. Theo had literally and figuratively laid himself bare before you. The least you could do was to even the playing field. 

So you unlaced the gold and black tie around your neck. Unbuttoned your blouse and threw it somewhere behind you. Stepped out of your skirt and stared at Theo head on. 

“Oh—Merlin’s beard, what in the hell are you doing, Y/N? Are you trying to send me into cardiac arrest?” 

You shook your head, smiling slightly. Theo was determined to look everywhere but at your very exposed body. You were still in your bra and panties, but the black lace really didn’t leave much to the imagination. Especially when the water clung to every inch of your skin. 

“You were vulnerable with me,” you said simply. “So I’m returning the favor.” 

Theo felt like he was definitely headed for an early grave. He tried to think of something—anything—other than the girl he’s been head over heels for since third year standing naked in front of him.

“Theo,” you said softly. His name had never sounded half as good coming out of anyone else’s mouth. He wanted to bottle the sound. “Can I—can I hug you?” 

He could’ve sworn that his heart had stopped beating. The air had all but left his lungs, deflating his entire body as though he’d fallen off his broom and plummeted through the sky at breakneck speed. 

Theo didn’t recognize his own voice as he said, “Of course you can, Y/N.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you dashed into his arms, nearly toppling him over from the force of it. You were a tiny little thing, but you were stronger than you looked. He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes as you hugged him. For a minute you and Theo just stood there under the trickling water, holding each other as though you were the only two people alive. 

If this was all the affection you were willing to give him, Theo would’ve been content to hold onto you until you grew tired of him. His slender fingers traced down your spine, drawing soothing circles against your skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt safe. Like nothing bad could ever happen as long as you were with him.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt like this. There was just this spark between you. Perhaps that was part of the reason why you had been so angry this morning. 

It hadn’t just been because Theo sent Alec to the hospital wing, which you were now thankful for after hearing all the disgusting things he said about you. It was also because you thought that he had ruined your chance of feeling that rush with someone else. The same rush you got when the two of you were arguing. The same rush that was noticeably missing when you kissed Alec last night. 

Things with Theo had always been electric. You attributed it to mutual loathing, but that wasn’t the full story. Sure he made your blood boil sometimes, but he also made you feel alive. You were terrified to admit it to yourself, which is probably why you said yes to Alec in the first place. 

You sighed as Theo’s fingers tangled through your hair. He gently pulled your head back and looked at you in the most heartbreaking way. 

“Y/N,” he said hoarsely. Theo’s gaze dipped to your mouth as his arm snaked around your waist. “I think I might die if I go one more second without kissing you. Will you please put me out of my misery, love?” 

You couldn’t help but smile. “Gladly.”

Theo held his breath as you pulled him down to you, lips brushing shyly at first. Then you leaned in and kissed him. And he truly and honestly thought that he had died. 

Your lips were soft against his, tasting of strawberries and mint toothpaste. He cupped the back of your head and tilted your chin to deepen the kiss. Before, Theo thought he could’ve sustained himself from a simple hug, but right now, he couldn’t even control himself as he gorged himself on your taste. 

He chuckled when you tried and failed to get on your tiptoes to offset the height difference between you. Theo caressed your cheek and smiled against your mouth. 

“Need some help, love?” 

You nodded before pulling him back down again. This time, the tender kisses turned more heated as he locked your legs around his waist and pressed your back against the wall. You gasped as the cold tile made contact with your bare skin and Theo took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. 

Merlin’s beard. Theo kissed with his entire body. There wasn’t an inch of you that wasn’t touching him and the skin to skin contact set your body on fire. You’d kissed other boys before, but they paled in comparison. You couldn’t get enough of Theo. You ran your fingers through his hair. Wrapped your legs more tightly around his waist. Trailed kisses along his jaw and neck and throat. 

Then he fucking moaned. 

It was a low, rumbling sound that sent tremors over your body and shook every fiber of your being like a devastating earthquake. You wanted to hear him make that sound over and over again. 

“Y/N,” Theo said, his forehead dropping to yours. “Before I lose all sense of self, I want to—no—I need to tell you—”

“What is it, Theo?”

“If we do this, then you have to understand what it means to me,” Theo whispered. “I may be terrible with words, but it’s important for me that you hear me when I say this. I want you. Not just physically, but in every sense of the word. I wanted you in third year when you first told me off for being a dick to the first years and I want you now even though you came in here to defend a prick that definitely doesn’t deserve it.” 

“What are you saying, Theo?” 

“I want you to be mine, Y/N.” 

You beamed. “Like, your girlfriend?”

“I don’t think girlfriend is a strong enough word to express how I feel for you, but it’s a start.” He moved the hair out of your face and cradled your cheek. “So yes, I suppose I do want you to be my girlfriend. I want to hold hands with you in the hallways. I want to look up at the stands during my games and see you cheering me on. I want to take you up to the Astronomy Tower and kiss you under the stars.” 

“And you say you’re bad with words,” you teased. “I want to do all those things and more with you, Theodore Nott. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

“Good, cause you’re mine.” Theo said matter-of-factly, those adorable dimples making an appearance on each cheek. “You were mine even before you knew it.” 

He kissed you again, but this time it was soft and sweet and it filled your stomach with butterflies. Theo no longer felt the need to hoard as much of your affection as he could because you had just given him the ultimate reassurance that he would have plenty of you in the future. 

You sighed contently against him, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. He shifted, pressing kisses against your neck. Your fingers froze when you felt him stir underneath you. 

“Theo,” you said slowly, biting back a smirk. “Is that what I think it is pressing against my leg?” 

He groaned. “We’re half naked, in the shower, heavily making out, and you just agreed to be my girlfriend. Of course I’m hard.” 

You stifled a laugh. “Theodore Nott, is emotional intimacy turning you on?” 

“Everything about you turns me on.” 

“That’s helpful to know,” you said with a little smirk. “Especially when we're dueling and I’m losing.” 

“Merlin’s beard. My girlfriend’s downright evil.” 

You grinned so hard that your cheeks ached. Theo peppered kisses all over your face before setting you down. 

“I suppose we should head to dinner soon. My teammates watched you march in here in a fit of rage. They might think you’ve murdered me.” 

“There’s only one problem,” you said as you finally turned off the shower. “I’m soaking wet.” 

“I bet you are, darling.” 

You rolled your eyes. “From the shower, you wanker.” 

He grinned and kissed the top of your head. “It’s alright. I’ve got some extra clothes in my locker.”

Ten minutes later, the two of you walked out in the quidditch pitch hand in hand. Theo’s sweater completely enveloped you and he smiled a little at the sight. You received a few interesting stares as you made your way through the castle halls, but one look from Theo and they all quickly found something else to gawk at. Having a scary boyfriend was already paying off. 

On the way to dinner, you ran into Enzo. The git had the biggest smile on his face when he saw that you and Theo were holding hands. “So you heard him out after all, huh?” 

“Yeah, we sorted out our differences,” you said with a smile. “Coincidentally, I gained a boyfriend out of the whole ordeal. Happy now, Berkshire?” 

“Absolutely chuffed,” Enzo said with a grin. “See you lovebirds at dinner.” 

Theo rolled his eyes as his friend disappeared into the Great Hall. He turned, squeezing your fingers. “I should warn you. My friends can be a bit…much.” 

“Don’t worry, I think we all got fairly acquainted in the locker rooms. If they tease us, well I’ve got a perfectly scary boyfriend to fend them off.” 

He chuckled. “A scary boyfriend with an even more terrifying girlfriend.” 

You winked, kissing his bruised knuckles. “This school won’t know what hit them.” 

“Neither did Alec,” he said with a satisfied smirk. You gave him a reprimanding glare, but it was half-hearted. You didn’t actually feel sorry for the prick. “Sorry. Too soon?” 

“You know you can’t punch everyone that says anything bad about me, right?”

“Of course not. I’m perfectly capable of kicking them too.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Shut up and kiss me, Theo.” 

“Yes ma'am.” 

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Keep On Rolling

Chapter Eleven

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

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So, once again, Y/N was pissed with Lando. But not the ignoring him kind of pissed. No, after Y/N went to Charles, she went straight to Lando.

Charles tried to talk her down, of course, but he wasn’t very successful.

“How fucking dare he,” spat Y/N as she paced around in Charles hotel room. “I mean, it’s like he thinks he’s got some sort of ownership over me! And I’m sick of it!”

Charles knew this wasn’t the case. Y/N knew this wasn’t the case, too. But she was angry, ready to burst into Lando’s room with all gun’s blazing. Charles shook his head. “You’ll only make things worse if you go in ready to kill him,” he said.

Still pacing, Y/N glared at him. “Not helping,” she said. “Okay, I’m going to go in there, I’m going to lose my shit at him and then I’m going to come back in here and cry on your shoulder, okay?”

Somewhat reluctantly, Charles nodded. He couldn’t stop her as she marched out of his room and made her way to Lando’s.

And that was where Y/N currently was, waiting outside of Lando’s room. She had knocked, foot tapping against the carpeted hallway floor as she waited for him to open the door.

When Lando did pull open the door, he wasn’t ready for what was coming.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” Y/N almost shouted as she stormed into the room, pushing her finger against his chest.

For a full second, Lando stared at her. And then he held out his hand, what was meant to be a charming smile on his face. “Lando Norris, formula one driver.”

Y/N wanted to hit him. She really wanted to hit him. But she held back. “I spoke to Max,” she began as Lando sat on his bed. “And he told me everything, including how you told him to back off or to leave me alone or whatever. Lan, why the fuck did you do that? You knew I liked Max, yet you went and did this! What if he liked me too?”

Lando scoffed. “Did you ever consider that I was doing what I did for you?”

“What do you mean, doing it for me?”

“He’s not good enough for you, Y/N! You’re my best friend and I just want what’s best for you!”

They were shouting now, Lando on his feet.

“You can’t make that decision for me, Lando!”

“I know him a lot better than you do!”

“Don’t I deserve the chance to get to know him?”

“No!”

Y/N stopped. She so desperately wanted to tell him to fuck off, to leave her alone, but this was his room. So, she did the one thing she could think of, and stormed out of the room.

No, she didn’t go back to Charles’ hotel room to cry on her shoulder. She marched past his room and into the elevator, heading down to the lobby. Her breath was shaky as she leaned against the mirror in the elevator. The moment it opened, Y/N ran out. She ran past the front desk and out through the front doors.

It was raining. Within seconds Y/N was drenched. She had no jacket or coat, not even a jumper on as she walked through the streets. This was what she needed, though. This was good. In her mind she was letting the rain water wash away her anger but, really, it just hid her tears.

***

Charles gave it a good half an hour before he went to call Y/N. She was probably still in Lando’s room, having already shouted at him and now trying to work through things with him. But Y/N’s phone vibrated on the table in Charles room. He let out a sigh and went to call Lando instead.

“Is Y/N in your room?” Lando asked the moment he picked up the phone.

That wasn’t right. “No, she’s with you, isn’t she?” Charles asked, somewhat sceptically.

“She ran out of here twenty minutes ago.” Lando cursed under his breath. “I thought she ran straight to your room!” He cried.

“Calm down, she’ll only be in the hotel,” Charles said quickly, being the voice of reason. “You go and knock on her door and I’ll call Max.”

“Why are you calling Max?”

“Lando!”

No, Charles was right. Lando muttered something else and hung up the phone. The Monégasque had to just assume that Lando was going to check Y/N’s room as he called Max.

Max picked up rather quickly. “Charlie,” he said in a somewhat singsong voice. “How can I help you.”

“Have you seen Y/N?” Charles asked.

Max stopped with the singsong voice. “She left mine maybe an hour ago,” he answered. “Why?”

Charles sucked in a deep breath. “She went to go and confront Lando and now nobody can find her,” he said. “Lando’s gone to check her room, but I don’t know what to do if she’s not there.”

As you, dear reader, can probably work out, Y/N was not in her room. Several messages were sent to the driver groupchat, asking if anybody had seen her. There was an almost unanimous no, but then Esteban said he had seen her from his bedroom window as she walked down the street.

That was how Max, Charles and Lando found themselves running about the streets of the Netherlands, shouting Y/N’s name. They’d split up, trying their absolute best to find her.

It was dark, it was cold and the three of them were worried. “Y/N!” Lando shouted at the top of his lungs, cupping his hands around his mouth. But he got no response, nothing. Those lining up outside of the nightclub he was by stared at him. So, Lando pulled up a picture of Y/N on his phone and asked if anybody had seen her.

“Y/N! Where are you!” Charles yelled as he ran down the street. This area was not very well lit, which was filling him with dread. There were a couple of neon lights from bars, making the area feel a little bit dodgy. “Please don’t be here,” he muttered under his breath as he kept going.

Max wasn’t running about and shouting. He was desperately trying to find her, but he wasn’t shouting her name or calling attention to her disappearance. Max was terrified. She’d run off in an unfamiliar city. Anything could have happened to her.

Sitting against an empty building, with her knees pulled up to her chest, was a girl. A girl with no coat, no jacket, who was soaking wet.

Max approached somewhat cautiously. “Y/N?” He asked and the girl looked up.

Yep, that was his Y/N. He crouched down in front of her and took in her appearance, the hair she had stuck to her face, the goose pimples all over her skin. She must have been frozen. Max himself was only in a cardigan, which was already soaked through. If he offered it to Y/N, it only would have made her colder.

Y/N wiped at her face, wiping away tears. She watched as Max held out his hand, offering it to her. “I’m an idiot,” she said over the sound of the rain.

“So am I,” Max answered.

Finally, Y/N placed her hands in his and allowed Max to pull her to her feet. They stood close, incredibly close, practically chest to chest. “I don’t want to be friends,” Y/N shouted over the sound of the rain. “I was stupid to even suggest it.”

“Yeah, you were,” Max answered, his fingers running through her wet hair.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Max placed hers on his waist. “You’re really cold,” he said, his fingers grazing the skin beneath her shirt.

“I know,” Y/N replied, still leaning closer.

This kiss wasn’t like the one in the hotel room. Max was ready for it this time, his hands gripping her hips as she pressed her lips to her. Things were moving slowly, sweetly, her lips soft against his own. But part of Max wanted to push her up against the wall behind her, show her what he could really do. But he didn’t. She was already having a fragile night, and he didn’t want to make things worse.

When Max’s phone buzzed in his pocket, Y/N pulled away, giving him the opportunity to check it. It was the drivers groupchat, everybody worried about Y/N. “What is it?” She asked, leaning against Max with his arm around her shoulders.

“Everybody panicked when you disappeared,” Max answered as he quickly typed out a response, telling the groupchat that he had her.

The response he got wasn’t what he was expecting. It should have been, he shouldn’t have been surprised by it. Fernando Alonso, the oldest man on the grid, sent a fucking gif of Taylor Swift winking. Well, whatever he was trying to say, he wasn’t wrong.

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[accio-victuuri]

Lacoste & BJYX. 💚

i’m seeing some posts about this so it’s time to share here and archive. since i love wardrobe and brand similarities, it only seems natural to add this too. tho lacoste is more on the common/popular side compared to the other brands we talked about. i’m v happy about wyb having this partnership with the brand because it aligns with his love for certain sports so it’s a perfect cooperation.

in 2019, lacoste really be fulfilling our BJYX dreams by sharing the fact that both of them wore their clothes 💪🏼 at the time they were very popular and it was okay to post about them together ; imagine if this was done now. lol.

the caption was lovely too:

In the story, they are Lan Wangji, who looks cold but is sincere, and Wei Wuxian, who is extremely intelligent and casual. Off-screen, they picked up the same POLO shirt by chance, handsomely interpreting elegance and unruliness. Fairy friendship, like-minded people!

yep, what a friendship! 😏😏😏

another same wardrobe example:

yes, these ones are for professional magazine shoots which i would think are chosen by the team overseeing the project and not them personally. not to say they can’t choose and suggest, but that is less likely. wyb’s is vogue me april 2019 issue and zz’s is bella magazine march 2019.

very very close. dude. this is what makes it sus, how close it is. and you have zz posting about it, 3 photos of him wearing that matching lacoste pair. he wore other clothes in that shoot so why did he decide to take photos and share ones with him in lacoste? is he showing off? was it a clue? remember the date, CQL was not yet released. we already know they are gonna be lwj and wwx but the chaos was not that big yet. i’m here thinking that zz was being his usual cheeky self, showing off his clothes that they probably already talked about to be something that they will use. some may also say that this is PR on their side, to sprinkle in some cp flavor for the upcoming drama.

some other instances both of them were mentioned by the brand. i would imagine as soon as wyb is formally announced, their weibo will be filled with mentions of him.

there is also an additional cpn with what wyb wore at the airport, lacoste-paris. because he is going to lacoste for paris. he is pretty smart with what he wears in public especially if he knows what he will be photographed.

so does that mean some of our cpns and interpretations of his clothes are true?

p3, p8 and p11 are not really cpn. only that his shirt says cherry LA when he went to LA. p8 and p11 are more on his love for skateboarding and motorcyles. the rest have a cpn attached to it 😂😂😂

cpn explanations as follows: p2 here. p4 here. p5 he wore a chanel necklace with 31 which is zz’s age and his bday was close. p6 is wyb wearing a mask that says smoking kills, right when bxgs were using the emoji 🚬🚬🚬 when explaining cpns. p7 wyb wearing a helmet with 29 when it was GG’s 29th bday.

p9 the infamous don’t bother me anymore hoodie & gg’s mistranslated/translation error hoodie both spotted on 10/8/2019. i won’t go into detail but that time was disastrous for them. yxh and antis spreading rumors and so wyb was straight up saying to not bother him, and xz was saying whatever it was, it was misunderstood.

p10, i miss you cap. lol this time tho wyb’s cap is still on point cause it says sporty and rich lol. which describes him. where is the lie? he is sporty and rich.

see? this is how we process cpn. with concrete examples. and why, a good number of us keep an eye out for what they wear.

whatever it is, we still win cause we finally get some yibo content! and two pfw shoes! 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

-END.

sources: one / two / three

[tubatwo]

haircuts - huening kai

summary: kai comes back with a haircut and you think he looks cuter than ever

pairing: gn reader x huening kai

genre: fluff; 0.9k words

a/n: guys feel free to leave concepts in my ask box! extra inspo would be nice :) or if you want to chat or gush about a member i’m here!!

it’s been a while since you’ve seen kai, and saying that you feel nervous would simply be an understatement. he went out of town to spend time with family for the summer, and it was your first time experiencing weeks without him. you were happy that he was having a nice time, but being away from him for so long felt like the worst possible torture.

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after checking yourself in the mirror for probably the fifth time, you hear a pattern of knocks and immediately run to open the door. “hi, babe!” kai looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. his usual hoodie switched for a soft cardigan, a cap on his head, and in one hand he’s holding a bouquet of flowers. “hi, baby! here, come inside.” you plant a kiss on his cheek and open the door wider to let him in. “I missed you so much.” you hug each other for a while before eventually letting go. “I missed you too, ning.”

“are the flowers okay?” he asks while fidgeting slightly. “beomgyu told me I should’ve hired a marching band, but that’s a bit um…” you giggle and shake your head while searching the kitchen for a vase, “no, they’re perfect baby, thank you.”

after the flowers were put up, you turn around to see kai sitting patiently on the couch. that’s when you noticed that he had taken his cap off and something was different about him. you gasp and cover your mouth, “did you cut your hair?!” kai nods sheepishly as you walk over to him. his arms wrap around your waist and he looks up at you with anxious eyes. “d-do you like it?” he asks. you immediately coo and caress his head softly. “the question is, do you like it?” you ask in return. he blinks at you a couple of times before you continue, “because I think you look absolutely adorable.”

since your relationship is still fresh, you’ve only seen kai with a few styles of hair. it wasn’t the first time seeing it straight, but the shorter length was definitely a surprise. you didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more cuter, and it was a bonus that you knew he had been desperately wanting to cut it for a while.

kai whines and buries his head into you before looking up at you again. “I really like it, and it makes me feel relieved that you like it too.” he admits.

“I like whatever makes you the happiest, ning.” you tell him with a smile. he smiles at this, but after a few seconds he asks, “what would be your favorite haircut on me, though?” you think for a second, trying to come up with an answer besides the cliche how could I choose? you knew that he wanted a genuine answer this time. after all, it was your first time seeing him after such a huge change. however, you also tried to come up with a gentle response that wouldn’t make him feel bad in any way. “well, I do love your usual fluffy hair,” you begin, “especially when you had the mullet that one time!”

he nods and nibbles slightly on his lip. “but… this is my first time seeing you with short hair and…” you trail off. you hold his face in your hands and place sweet kisses on his lips between each word.

“you,” kiss “look,” kiss “so,” kiss “handsome.” you finish with a mwah.

inside, kai is dying. he’s absolutely losing his mind. he spent the entire walk over there worried about what you would think, and now your compliments are making him melt. he feels happy and relieved, but also extremely shy.

his arms are still wrapped around you, and he buries his face into you again, letting out another soft whine. “what’s gotten into you?” he mumbles. “you’re killing me over here, y’know…” you giggle and lean down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “we finally have time to ourselves,” you explain, “so, that means I’m going to be as mushy as possible.”

kai laughs at this and a mischievous look fills his eyes, aegyo mode suddenly activating. “sooo… does this mean I can finally call you my jellybean?” a look of playful disgust takes over your face as he does his signature wiggle, and you both burst into laughter. “we can work on the whole nickname thing in the future, okay?” you say while still trying to catch your breath.

after you both quiet down, you give kai a more serious look. “no but i’m serious, even though I love you in everything, I think this is my favorite style on you now,” you explain, “I can already see the happiness radiating from you.” kai looks down at this and starts to fiddle with his fingers. “you noticed?” he asks. you nod, “of course, I noticed.” you take a seat next to him on the couch to wrap your hands around his hands. “we all have our moments, kai. if there’s anything you need to do to feel comfortable then I fully support you doing it.”

“ever since I got my hair cut, my confidence has been really high!” he tells you with wide, enthusiastic eyes, making you smile. you place a hand on the side of his cheek and kiss him softly. “and that makes me really happy.” you softly boop his nose. “all I want is for you to see yourself the way I see you.” kai brings you in for another kiss, giving his thanks in the form of his love.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, ning.”

[viktheviking1]

"Husky!!!!!!" Angel shouted as he stormed into the lobby of the hotel.

Spitting his drink in surprise, Husk wiped his mouth and turned around to see an angry spider marching towards him, a little piglet trotting just behind. Husk had been guzzling down more alcohol, sitting on a couch as he read a newspaper, a part of his routine in life that he had kept doing now that he was in hell, but the quiet was broken and his paper was drenched.

"The f**k do you want? I swear, I can't do anything in peace with you around." He grumbled back as he put the sopping wet mess on the coffee table.

Angel ignored the jab and shoved something colorful in the cat's face, "The f**k is this?"

It took a moment to register in Husk's brain what Angel was holding, ". . . It's a pan pride flag?"

"So, you do know what it is! I was half-hoping maybe you were just so old timey that you had it not knowing what it meant." Angel said in a strangely accusatory tone.

"Wait, did you get this from my room? What the hell were you doing in there?" Husk snatched the flag from his hands.

"Don't change the subject! Are you pansexual or aintcha?" Angel crossed one set of arms, and placed one hand on his hip as he dramatically pointed at him with the other.

Husk blushed a little; his sexuality wasn't exactly something he went around shouting to the world. He hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and he wasn't planning on entering one any time soon, so it really was no one's business. Honestly, he forgot he even had the flag. It was just something marked down in July, after pride month had passed, and he grabbed it as just a little something for himself. He was the only one he planned to let see it, just as a reminder that he was okay to be whoever he was and like whomever he wanted; something he was never allowed in life.

" . . . I don't gotta answer that. What's it to ya anyway? I didn't exactly take you to be a 'super straight'?" He mumbled as he used air quotes.

"That's exactly the problem!!!" Angel slumped over exasperated.

Husk didn't really get it, but he was absolutely done with whatever it was, so he stood up and jabbed a finger at the spider, "Look, I don't know what the f**k you're freaking out about Legs, it's got nothin' to do with you!"

Angel shifted his weight where he stood, "Well, you're right but I still wanna know!"

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" Husk stood up, glaring.

"I-I'm just curious is all. . ." Angel blushed a bit.

"Yeah, well, you can shove your curiosity up your *ss." He pushed.

"Why, you don't trust me or somethin?" Angel stood his ground.

"No, why the f**k would I?!" Husk raised his voice.

"Hey, what is your problem?!" Angel raised his back.

"I don't need to be judged by a drug addict pole dancer." He shoved.

"Oh wow, real mature. I'll have you know that pole dancing is an under-appreciated art." Angel defended.

"Well, I'm sure it's very appreciated by those freaks out there who drool all over you." He rolled his eyes.

"All this over a little flag and a simple yes or no question. Acting out like a scared little boy." Angel leaned down to glare at back at him.

Husk expected Angel to be happy. He expected a smug look on his face and maybe a 'see was that so hard?'. And Angel was happy for a moment, but then he looked sad. Then his face soured, and suddenly he was angry again all over again.

"Fine! I'm pan! I'm pansexual! I hate the stupid gender binary and I like people based on their personality. Ya happy now?!" He shouted.

"YOU MEAN I HAD A CHANCE THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!" Angel looked actually furious now.

". . . The f**k. . .?" Husk was very, very confused.

Angel took a few steps towards him and he took a couple steps back, "You mean to tell me that I've been throwing myself at you, half-jokingly, for so long . . ."

"Half-?" Husk started.

"I've teased you, I've pranked you, and strutted around you like a fool . . ." Angel pushed him down onto the couch, and blocked him in with all his arms, "And you weren't f**king straight?!?!"

". . . Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but-" Husk started.

"And you've just stared at me, like unflinching! So I figured, 'aw well, guess he's straight, may as well flirt with him, and see if I can't make him uncomfortable'. I've straight up told you how I pride myself on having great f**king gaydar! But then I get it wrong with you of all people?!" Angel turned around, covering his face with his top arms, "Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?!"

Angel was still covering his face, honestly unsure of what he had said in all of his rambling. He just wanted to crawl into his bed and die. Gentle hands curled around his wrists, and he didn't resist as they pulled his hands from his face.

Husk sat with his jaw agape for a moment, processing. He sighed, grabbing one of Angel's lower arms,"Sit your tall *ss down." and pulled him onto the couch, turning in his seat to face him.

" . . . Angel, would you open your eyes please?" Husk's voice was a quiet, sarcastic, but soothing tone.

"No, I feel humiliated enough. I don't need you to mock me right now." Angel said, covering his face again.

Husk chuckled and moved Angel's hands away again, "I'm not going to mock you, Legs."

"You're not going to wear your dumb, smug face, and tell me how you, a person who is attracted to people based on personality, could never like me, a self-absorbed idiot?" Angel rambled.

Husk snickered, "No, never that. Come on, Legs. Please?"

Angel slowly opened his eyes to see a warmest smile from Hell's grumpiest cat, "See? There you are."

Angel blushed and looked away, but Husk turned his chin back to him, "You think you can say all that and not face the consequences."

"C-consequences?" Angel stammered, blushing harder.

Husk blushed, "I mean, we have drinks together all the time, so I guess that's kind of stupid, but uh-"

Husk leaned back and sighed, scratching the back of his head, "Listen, I haven't - . . . I mean I don't- . . . Well, you know how- . . ." He sighed again, "I'm not very good at telling people how I feel, but uh. . . If you wanted to ever . . . We could have a drink sometime . . .?"

He was suddenly clobbered by a massive spider and fell backwards, "Yes! Yes, of course! That sounds great!"

They both laughed there for a moment, Angel on top of him, "What a f**kin' dumb*ss way to figure out we were crushin' on each other, huh?"

Husk chuckled at that, "I feel like it's mostly my fault. You were flirting with me constantly."

"Wellllll, I will admit I do flirt with lots of men. I guess," Angel sighed into his fur, "I just really meant it with you."

Again, they giggled together like little middle school lovers; giddy and drunk on reciprocated feelings, high on finally being understood.

Husk smiled as his face flushed, "Aren't we a pair?"

Angel started to get up when he realized that he was currently on top of a man who just asked him out.

He grinned a mischievous grin, "You know~" he held himself up with his lower hands adjusted his hair and loosened Husk's tie with the others, "We could-"

"Absolutely not." Husk said flatly.

Angel sat up, letting Husk do the same, but still pouted, "But why not? We like each other and . . ." He leaned in, resting his hands on Husk's legs, "I'm sure you're dying to know what you've been missing out on."

Husk was still just staring blankly, but now Angel started noticing things he hadn't noticed before, because he was so sure it was impossible. The slight flush of his cheeks, the dry swallow of his throat, the sweatiness of his palms as he gently pushed Angel away from him.

"I may be pan, but I'm still old fashioned." Husk stood up, picking up his wet newspaper to throw away, "Another time, babe."

Angel watched him leave, and it wasn't until he was sure he was fully out of range that he whispered to nugs, "Did he just say, another time? Did he just call me 'babe'?!"

Nifty would had run over and scolded him for it, but she was still kneeling behind the couch with her broom and dustpan frozen in place as she had been the entire time, accidentally stuck there eavesdropping.

Husk, once he was sure he was out of ear shot, grumbled to himself, "Babe. Babe?! Could I have said anything more lame?" He kicked over a trash bin.

Thanks for reading some HuskerDust. Sorry, it was self-edited / self-betad. If it's bad, you can blame that, or that I'm not used to writing these characters, or that I'm publishing it from my phone, or that the stars weren't aligned or whatever. Thanks for always supporting me and my writing!

". . .The f**k was that?"

[devilat-thedoor]

What Is and What Should Never Be Ch. 1

A/N: The parts in this fic are going to be on the shorter side compared to my other one, but that allows me to get them out quicker. This first chapter is really just laying the foundation for the story. I hope you enjoy, babes! and as always, feedback is appreciated🤍 P.S. This is all fictional, straight from my imagination. Please don't take it too seriously💖

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(none yet, but for future reference), Mentions of alcoholism/addiction, Mentions of death. Reader Discretion Advised.

So if you wake up with the sunrise and all your dreams are still as new // And happiness is what you need so bad, well girl, the answer lies with you

“Bell, are we really doing this?” Your grin was beaming as you twisted the key in the ignition, hearing the engine rumble. You rolled the windows down, letting the late March wind breeze through the car.

Your best friend, Bellamy, turned to you from her spot in the passenger seat, “I mean, unless you want to carry all of our stuff back into that shithole…” She jutted her thumb out the window, towards the shabby apartment building that, up until 15 minutes ago, you had called home. “Then we are absolutely doing this!” You laughed, pulling away from the curb as she hung half of her body out the car to shout a goodbye to your hometown. “We’re fucking out of here! See you later, Phil!” Bellamy had her middle fingers in the air as the wind swept through her jet black hair.

Reaching over, you grabbed her shirt to yank her back in the window, “Bellamy, the groundhog can’t hear you!” Your hand went back to the steering wheel as she settled back into her seat and kicked her feet up on the dashboard. “Don’t get too comfortable, you’re not gonna fall asleep on me 20 minutes into the drive.”

She rolled her eyes and gave you a lazy smile, “Fall asleep on you, sweet pea? Never.” She grabbed the aux cord, plugging it into her phone. “Why did we decide to drive again? We could’ve left everything to the moving company and just booked a flight… This is gonna take for-ev-er.” She flicked her sunglasses down over her eyes with a whine.

“Bell, how often are we gonna get to road trip across the country? Think of all the places we’ll get to see!” You tried to sound as positive as you could but, truth be told, you weren’t very excited about the drive either. The speakers came to life when she finally decided on a playlist, opening with House of the Rising Sun by The Animals. “Once we’re on I-80, the drive will go so fast, babe.”

She dropped her feet back to the floor, turning to face you again, “Whatever you say, Y/N.” Digging into the grocery bag full of snacks below her, she grabbed a pack of gummy bears and ripped them open, “God, I just can’t wait to be out of here and in the sun… And our new apartment?” Bellamy curled her legs up into her seat, turning to face you, “Are you okay with me taking the Master bedroom? I really want the en suite bathroom.”

You glanced over to see her pouting her lip at you, “You can have whatever room you want.” Looking back to the road, you turned the music down a bit, “If you told me I had to sleep in a tent on the balcony, I would do it.” It sounded like a joke, but you were partially serious.

“You know you’d be sharing my bed if there was no other place for you, Y/N.” She gave you a pointed look and slouched back into her seat. “We would just need a kind of ‘sock on the door’ signal, yanno?”

Craning your neck to look behind you, you slowly merged onto the interstate, “When has a signal ever worked before, Bellamy?” It was early enough in the morning that traffic was mostly clear, allowing you to set the cruise control to an even 70mph. “Remember Seth? The guy I met at sophomore year IUPatty’s? I left the shamrock beads on the doorknob and that didn’t stop you from barging into the dorm!”

She held her hands up, “In my defense, there were beads scattered through the hallway. How was I supposed to know you put them there intentionally?” Her shoulders raised in a shrug as she remembered back, “And I saved you! Your fake moans weren’t even believable, you weren’t getting off!”

You broke out into a cackle, “Oh my god, Bell! Fuck, you’re actually right.” She stuck her tongue out at you, “He was so hot, but had no rhythm at all… it was just anticlimactic. No pun intended.” You were both in a fit of laughter when your friend popped up in her seat.

“Babe, turn it up!” Bellamy yelled over the wind whipping through the windows as Rocky Mountain Way by Joe Walsh began playing. “It’s our song!”

You reached for the volume dial with a grin, cranking it up as you both started singing along. “…Out to pasture, think it’s safe to say, time to open fiiiire…” You held your closed fist to your mouth, using it as a makeshift microphone, “And we don’t need the ladies crying cause the story’s sad…” 

Holding your invisible microphone out to your friend, she sang the next few lines into it “‘Cause the rocky mountain way is better than the way we had…” The two of you went back and forth, singing loudly through your giggling. You listened as Bellamy vocalized the entire solo at the end of the song, finishing with a deep inhale to catch her breath.

The next song came on as you both settled down and you just drove in a comfortable silence for a while. You stopped for food and gas while passing through Toledo and continued on, only stopping again once you were right outside of Chicago. “I’m sick of driving, Bellamy. It’s your turn.” You whined at her as you pulled the car into a gas station.

“I’ve got maybe five or six hours in me.” She pushed her door open, grabbing her wallet from her bag to head into the gas station, “I do not want to be in the car anymore, so let’s plan on stopping in Des Moines… If traffic stays clear, we should make it by at least eleven. Midnight at the latest.” You followed her into the convenience store, listening to her lay out the plans. “When we get back in the car, look for a motel or something cheap we can stay in for tonight and then we’ll get back on the road early tomorrow.”

You both headed to the restroom to relieve yourselves before grabbing a few energy drinks and bottles of water and paying for your gas. “Sounds good, babe.” After filling the tank, you climbed into the passenger seat while your friend got behind the wheel and began browsing for a place to rest.

“Hey, Bell…” You’d been back on the road for another two hours, going back between music and podcasts, when you turned to her.

She glanced at you with a soft smile, “Yes, sweet pea?”

You were toying with your fingers in your lap, “I haven’t actually said it yet, but thank you.” She gave you a questioning look, prompting you to elaborate, “For bringing me along with you… to San Francisco. I will never be able to make this up to you.” You wanted to make sure she knew how genuinely grateful you were. All you’ve dreamed of, since you were 15, was getting out of your hometown and escaping the living hell that was your life. You thought that the day you turned 18, you’d pack up and leave to head for the west coast, get as far away as you could to avoid the chance of ending up like your mother. But after graduation and without money, your only option to get out of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania was going to college. Bellamy made you apply to IUP with her and when you both got in, it seemed like things wouldn’t be so bad anymore. Even though the university was only about 40 minutes from your hometown, it was far enough away that you didn’t have to deal with the stress of living with your parents anymore. Your dad was always amazing. He taught you everything you knew, from how to cook to how to change your own brakes and oil. All he ever wanted was to make sure you were capable of taking care of yourself when the time came for you to be on your own and that time came a lot sooner than either of you could have anticipated.

It was your junior year in college and you were so close to getting your Bachelor’s in Anthropology. Your classes kept you busy enough that you didn’t have time for partying or getting into trouble. All of your focus went into your school work in the hopes that once you finished, you would find a great job in doing something you loved and make enough money to go wherever you wanted. But the perfect bubble you’d put yourself in popped that November when you went home for Thanksgiving break.

Your mother’s alcohol addiction wasn’t anything new to you. You would come home from middle school to find her passed out on the sofa, empty bottle littering the coffee table. Some nights she would come into your room to crawl in bed with you, crying that she wanted to be better and that she was going to try to stop drinking. You would let her hold you and cry until your dad would come in and gently walk her back to their bedroom. The smell of her vodka soaked breath is something that would surely stick with you for the rest of your life. Dad would try his hardest to hide how bad her problem really was, but you knew. It started to get worse when you got into high school. She would get drunk and belligerent, screaming and breaking things. You’d gotten accustomed to staying at Bellamy’s. Her father and yours were best friends and that’s how you and Bell ended up as close as you were. On the nights your mother was particularly bad, Bell’s dad, Mr. Cole, would get a call from your dad and within minutes, you would be climbing into the backseat of his car with your best friend to stay with her family for a couple of nights. You begged your dad to leave her, to just let her drink herself rotten and move you and him some place far away where she couldn’t affect you anymore, but he refused. Always telling you that she needed the both of you to get her through it, that she didn’t have the strength to stop drinking on her own. Part of you knew that he didn’t even believe that himself, but you looked up to him more than anybody and trusted that he knew what was best. Still, you couldn’t stand to live in the same house as her, so when you got accepted to the same college as Bellamy, it was like life was finally giving you a break.

Then that Thanksgiving day came crashing down and everything else went with it. You and Bellamy made the short drive home the day before and you dropped her off at her house before heading to yours. Your dad was at the door, waiting to greet you as you pulled in and he rushed out to wrap you in a bear hug and help you with your belongings. You were dreading the kind of state you would find your mom in, but to your surprise, she seemed sober and completely normal. She pulled you into an embrace and you could still smell the faint hint of liquor on her, but her behavior had you fooled into thinking it was just your imagination. You were having a good time, helping her prep the apple pie so it would be ready to bake for the holiday while listening to music. She asked you how your classes were going and she seemed genuinely interested as you explained your course load to her. It was a welcome change to how conversations normally went with her.

 As the day dwindled to early evening, you started to see a change in her. She was getting sloppy and she stumbled through the house and you noticed her eyes starting to droop, but it wasn’t until she started throwing a fit about not having enough wine for the guests that you’d be having over for Thanksgiving that you realized she must have been sneaking drinks throughout the night. You watched as your dad tried to reason with her and calm her down, but she just kept yelling, throwing things around the kitchen until he finally gave in and offered to drive her to the store so they could pick up a few more bottles. You pleaded with him to stay, trying to convince him that he was only enabling her addiction by catering to her temper tantrums, but he brushed you off, wrapping you in hi arms and placing a firm kiss to the top of your head before grabbing his jacket and ushering your mother out the door. You didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time you would ever hug your father. After they started the drive into town, in a drunken fit of anger, your mom would lash out and begin hitting your dad, causing him to run off of the road and into the woods. He was pronounced DOA by the first responders and she would walk away from it without a scratch. Nobody knew that it was her fault, but after his funeral, when she was already half a bottle deep, she confessed it to you. You left her alone that night and never looked back and she ended up moving south to live with family. You couldn’t forgive her and if you never saw her another day in your life, it would still be too soon.

The depression you fell into forced you to drop out of college. You moved back to your hometown and got a job at the local diner, Punxsy Phil’s, to pay rent. Bellamy moved back with you and spent her last year and half commuting to school before graduating with her Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Now, two years later at 26, Bell was offered a job at a tech company. They were based out of Silicon Valley but they wanted her to head a team in their San Francisco office. When they offered to pay for her housing for a year until she got her footing, she sweet talked them into a two bedroom apartment and asked you to go with her. Of course you jumped at the opportunity and now here you were, driving across the country to start your new life and it was all thanks to your best and oldest friend.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t have even thought about taking this job if there wasn’t a chance that you could come with me.” She reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly, “I know how hard the past few years have been, but we’re starting a new chapter and it’s us, babe. It’s always been you and me.” A grin formed on her face as she put her hand back on the steering wheel, “We’re gonna fucking rule San Fransisco like Christina and Courtney in The Sweetest Thing.” She paused before adding, “But promise me you won’t fall in love with a guy you just met overnight!”

You leaned over the center console, hugging her tightly and planting a giant peck on her cheek, “I fucking love you, Bell.” You were both laughing as she pushed you away.

“I love you more, sweet pea.”

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It was early Sunday morning when you finally pulled into the parking lot or your new apartment building in the Mission Bay neighborhood. It stood maybe six stories high and each apartment had its own balcony. You and Bellamy were on the third floor, number 308, and she held the keys in her fist as you both stepped out of the car. The excitement couldn’t be contained as you made it up the elevator and she unlocked the door, pushing through it to see your new home in person for the first time. Stepping into the apartment, you both rushed around, exploring the living space. It was quaint and small, but it was perfect for the two of you. You each had your own bathroom and the bedrooms were a decent size. The sliding door that led out to the balcony caught your attention at the same time as her and you were running to slide it open and see the view of the city. “Bell, is this even real?” You gazed out in awe, seeing all the buildings and businesses that surrounded. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like at nighttime with the city lights. Just as your friend went to answer you, there was a knock on the apartment door that was left wide open and you turned to see the movers standing there. You both looked at one another with large smiles, “Let’s turn this place into home, B.”

“I think it’ll look better against that wall.” Bellamy placed her hand on the man’s arm, pointing to the opposite side of the living room. “Could you just move it one more time?” You bit your lips together, trying to stifle a laugh as she batted her lashes at him. The movers made it to your new home right after you had and your best friend was quick to put them to work. You stood back, allowing her to give directions with flirty giggles, directing the men where to put everything.

Finding it best to stay out of her way, you decided to occupy yourself with something else, “Hey, hun!” You called across the room to Bellamy, “I’m gonna start unpacking the kitchen.” She gave you a thumbs up without breaking concentration on the movers. Walking into the tiny kitchen, you pulled open the first box you saw to reveal all of your plates and bowls, wrapped in old newspapers. You decided on a cabinet and began stacking the dishes, one by one, discarding the papers into the empty box as you went. Next was the cups and mugs then tupperware and pots and pans. After a little over an hour, you had the kitchen completely unpacked with everything in its rightful place.

As you stood in the middle of the space breaking down all of the boxes, your friend came through the doorway, “Everything is officially moved in.” You watched as she padded to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water. She shook a bottle in the air, silently asking if you wanted one, and tossed it after you gave a nod, “And, courtesy of those three very sweet men, the living room is already assembled.” Bellamy gave a proud smile as she cracked open her bottle. “We just have to fill the bookshelf and hang some art on the walls or something.” She shrugged, taking a large gulp of water.

You took a few chugs of your own and checked the time on your phone, pausing the music that was playing. “It’s only 1 o’clock, we’re making pretty good time. You wanna go find lunch somewhere?” Bellamy’s phone began ringing as she nodded her head and you watched her walk back into the living to retrieve it. After a minute you left the kitchen as well, going into your bedroom to find a change of clothes in the mountain of boxes. The apartment already came with beds and bedroom furniture and you dug through one box, pulling out the new sheets and comforter that you’d purchased and tossed them on the mattress.

“Soooo…” Bellamy startled you as she popped her head in the door frame, “Don’t hate me…” She gave an apologetic look.

You dropped the clothes you were holding to the bed and let out a sigh, “We’re not getting lunch, are we?” 

She came into the room, cupping your face with a pout, “I’m sorry, Y/N! Please don’t be mad.” You pulled out of her hold, rolling your eyes, “That was my new boss that just called and he wants me to go down to headquarters to meet everyone.”

You weren’t mad, you knew how important this job was to her, “It’s fine, Bell. Take my keys, they’re on the kitchen counter.” You pointed out the door.

A high pitched squeal left her mouth and she wrapped you in an incredibly tight hug, “I’ll make this up to you, I swear!” She went to her own bedroom to change clothes and you decided you would still go out and get food, but you would also take the time to look at who may be hiring in the area. You pulled on a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a black baby tee that read ‘farm fresh peaches’ with two of the bright fruits printed over the chest. Once satisfied with your outfit, you dug through your laptop case to pull out a copy of your resumé and a separate sheet of paper with a solid list of references, and tucked them into your bag just as Bellamy came back to your doorway, “I love you and I’ll be back soon!”

“Leave me your keys, Bell!” You called as she disappeared back out into the apartment, “I’m gonna go explore the neighborhood a little bit and you’ll have my keys, so leave yours for me.” She nodded, digging her key ring from her purse and dropping them on the counter.

Ten minutes later, you were locking up and riding the elevator to the ground floor. You stepped out on the street, looking left and right to decide which direction you wanted to go in. Opting for the left, you started on your journey, unsure of where you might end up, with a goal of finding lunch in mind. You’d lost count of how many blocks you walked when you landed on Market Street. The entire length of it was lined with stores and bars and restaurants, it was unlike anything you’d see back home. Sure, Pittsburgh was a great city to visit, but it didn’t compare to this in your eyes. You scoped out a few different food spots as you walked along the sidewalk, Some with potential to eat at, others with potential for work, but you continued on, lost in the bustle of everything going on around you until something caught your eye. A bright, neon open sign shined bright in a storefront window and illuminated the ‘Now Hiring’ sign to its right. It was a piece of paper that looked like someone just scribbled the note on with thick, black sharpie, and taped it to the window as a joke. Your gaze traveled up to the hanging sign above the door, Highway Tunes Records, before dropping back to the windows and seeing the art and posters adorning the walls inside. Your eyes fell upon a psychedelic poster, made up of colorful and abstract swirls that came together to unmistakably make Jimi Hendrix. An audible gasp escaped and you found yourself pulling the door open and shuffling inside the store and straight over to the poster. You were entranced as you stared up at it, unable to tear your eyes away until a voice stole your attention.

“You a Hendrix fan?” Turning to find whoever the voice came from, you were met with a gleaming set of teeth, stretched into a mesmerizing grin, with the tiniest gap between the front two.

You returned his smile, murmuring a response once you realized you’d been staring at him, “Uh… Yeah. He was my dad’s favorite musician.” You glanced back up at the framed poster as he replied.

He was standing incredibly close, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, “Well, he is great… So!” His exclamation made you jump and he laughed, “Sorry, it’s been a slow day and you’re probably our fifth customer since opening at noon.” You looked down at your phone to check the time, 2:49pm, and gave him a sympathetic smile. You knew how boring a slow day at work could be. “Anyways… What brings you into HIghway Tunes? Looking for a specific album?”

 “Actually, that is what brought me in here.” You pointed up to the Jimi poster, “It felt like it was calling me in.” You shook your head, aware of how weird that sounded, but before you could try to reword it, the man was already talking.

“Oh. Well, unfortunately, I can’t sell you that specific piece.” He let out a huff, turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction. Your brow furrowed as you watched him go and he turned around, gesturing for you to follow him, “That one is part of Jake’s personal collection.” He started after you fell into step behind him, “He’d kill me if I sold it and then he’d hunt you down and kill you too… But these…” He stopped in front of a giant bin, filled with rolled up posters, and flipped open the binder above it, “These are all on the market.”

You watched as he thumbed the pages, looking over the inventory of music posters. You couldn’t help but stare at him. Full lips, bordered by a tasteful bit of facial hair. A wild mess of curls that covered his forehead and ears, only leaving the small, silver hoops piercing his lobes to stick out. He had a constant smile on his face and you almost didn’t want to open your mouth out of fear that it would go away, “I’m not… really looking to buy anything.” You watched the grin falter, but he quickly recovered it, “I’m sorry. I just don’t have the spare money right now to spend on things that aren’t necessities.” You scrunched your nose with a shrug.

He turned to face you, looking you up and down as if he was sizing you up, “You’re not from around here.” Suddenly feeling self conscious, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking away from him, “Hey, no. I didn’t mean any offense… Just that the only people who come in here are either regulars or tourists and you’re certainly not a regular.”

“How do you know I’m not a regular?” You gave him a pointed look as you pursed your lips. “Maybe you just always miss me when I come in?”

“Naah. Nobody comes in here without me or Jakey seeing them and I would not forget you.” He slapped his palm over his face whilst shaking his head, “Sorry, that… That sounded creepy. I just meant… never mind.” A bright blush started to overtake his cheeks.

He was so charming and handsome, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from your mouth and if Bellamy were there, she’d accuse you of flirting. “Okay, I did just move here, but tell you what… As soon as I get a job, I promise to become a regular.” You flashed him a sweet smile before turning around and heading for the door, “Don’t forget my face.”

“Woah, wait!” He called after you and you stopped to face him again, a questioning lift to your brows, as he jogged the short distance across the store, “You need a job? We’re hiring.” He sounded desperate as he continued, “The pay is good, I swear. You’ll get great hours and everyone here is chill!”

You looked around at the shop, really taking in the eccentric environment. His smile alone was enticing you to say yes and you couldn’t fight against it, “So… is this an official interview?” You joked and saw his shoulders visibly relax.

He looked around the store as though he was searching for something, “Actually, let me find Jake. We might be able to interview you right now.” He went in the opposite direction from you, giving you no time to decline before heading for the checkout counter, but he stopped, “I’m Josh, by the way!” He yelled from where he stood

You called out to him, still planted by the front door, “I’m Y/N!” His smile seemed to grow brighter as he repeated your name back to you.

Just as he was about to push through the door behind the counter, it flung open to reveal another man behind it, “What’s with all the fucking yelling?” From where you stood, it looked like he was gritting his teeth at Josh. His hair was long, landing past his shoulders, and he wore a pair of dark sunglasses. He peered over Josh’s shoulder to get a look at you and you saw his lips moving before the curly headed boy turned and waved you towards them.

You swallowed your nerves and began shuffling towards them. Your eyes drifted to the ceiling to see it plastered with vinyls, all painted over with intricate and colorful artwork. As you stepped up to the counter, your eyes fell on the men, “This place is a lot like Trax.” They both gave you strange looks, prompting you to clarify, “The record store from Pretty In Pink? With Molly Ringwald?” The confusion didn’t leave their faces as you stared at them, “Seriously? That’s like, my favorite movie. It’s an iconic John Hughes masterpiece! The scene when Duckie sings Otis Redding?” You continued to gush despite how clueless they clearly were.

Josh’s face lit up into a grin as he listened to you, but the other guy remained stoic, almost like he was bored, “Well it’s a good thing you don’t need to know movies to work in a music store.” You couldn’t help the look of shock on your face at his pompous tone.

But you were never one to let a man make you feel small, “No, you’re right, but… if I’m not mistaken, there’s an entire shelf over there,” You pointed to your left with a cocky smile, “that is loaded with movie soundtracks… And if you ask me, music and film go hand and hand.” Looking back at him, you gave an innocent shrug, “But you’re the boss, so who am I to argue?” He was taken aback by your quip but you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of a smirk on his lips as he eyed you. You directed your attention back to Josh, “Maybe I’m not a good fit… but I hope you find someone who will be.” You were about to turn and leave, but he stopped you.

“No, don’t leave!” He slapped the other man’s arm, “Jake, don’t be a jackass. We need the help and I think she’ll be great.” He was practically pleading.

“Ahh, you’re Jake…” You finally connected the dots, “The same Jake that would hunt me down and kill me if I made off with that Hendrix poster over there?” You nodded towards the frame that hung on the wall. “So maybe you don’t know classic movies, but you clearly have good taste in music.” It was an attempt at flattery and it seemed to work because he finally cracked a genuine smile.

His eyes flashed to the poster and came back to you, “What’s your favorite Jimi album? Song?” He was trying to quiz you as if he didn’t believe you were really a fan of the musician. “Answer carefully, peach.” 

Your gaze dropped to your shirt before you narrowed your eyes at him, “Axis: Bold As Love by the Experience and Red House… Specifically the Woodstock live recording.” You raised your eyebrow, waiting for a snide remark, “And I have a name…” You almost forgot that Josh was standing beside him until he cleared his throat.

He clapped his hands together with a laugh, “See, Jakey. You can’t tell me she wouldn’t fit in perfectly.”

Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, “Why is Red House your favorite song?” The question made you smile.

“It’s all very bluesy. The guitar riff and solo, his lyrics… The first time my dad played that song, I was completely enthralled.” You were speaking genuinely and judging by the way he was nodding, he knew it.

He turned to Josh, silently communicating to him with a look. You watched them, trying to decipher what was being discussed, but as you studied their expressions, you noticed how similar they looked. Josh’s eyes locked with yours and he answered your question before you could ask it, “Yeah, we’re twins, Y/N.” He chuckled softly, “It’s always the first thing people ask…” You mumbled an apology, casting your eyes to the floor, “Nothing to be sorry for. But good news! You’re hired!”

“What?” You looked at him in shock, “I- But- Don’t you have to…ask more questions?” How did they decide that with just a series of facial expressions to one another? “Do you need references or… I don’t know, it’s never been this easy to get a job, there’s gotta be a catch…”

Jake disappeared through the door behind him for a moment and reemerged holding a t-shirt, “The catch is, you gotta be here bright and early tomorrow to start training.” He tossed the tee at you and slid a piece of paper over the counter, “Take this home, fill it out, and bring it back with you. I’ll see you here at 9am, peach.” He turned around, going back through the door and closing it behind him.

“I promise, he’s not as unpleasant as he makes himself seem.” Josh came around the corner to stand beside you and pulled the paper from the counter, “We’ll start your wages at $20.25 per hour. I just need you to fill out this application with all your basic information. Yanno, name, number, address, social. Then we’ll be able to get you on payroll asap.” He handed you the page with his bright grin that you were growing to really enjoy.

“I’ll take your word for it.” You stuffed the t-shirt and application into your tote bag, “So he’s training me tomorrow?” The distaste was evident in the way you forced a frown, “Are you gonna be around to soften that blow?” You were begging the universe for a yes, but wound up disappointed.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, “Mondays are my days off…” He gave an apologetic smile, “Jake’s actually really cool, Y/N. And I’ll make sure he goes easy on you.” As if he could sense the anxiety radiating from you, he offered a compromise, “Alright, I have some shit to get done tomorrow, but I’ll stop in around lunch to see how everything’s going. Okay?” He flashed that damn smile and you were sold.

“Thank you, Josh.” Your phone began to ring in your back pocket and you pulled it out, muttering a sorry to him as you answered it, “Hey, Bell.” You listened to her speak for a few moments, “No, I haven’t… I’m fucking starving, though. You wanna come pick me up?...Uhhh, I’m not sure, it’s a record store on Market Street…Yeah, I’ll just drop a pin… Perfect. Love you too, babe.” You hung up, sending her your location, and stuffed the phone back into your pocket. “Sorry about that.”

“Was that your boyfriend?” The question caught you off guard, but the apprehension on his face threw you off even more.

You shook your head, partially to answer his question, but also to clear your mind enough to form a response, “Umm. No. No, that was Bell- Bellamy.” You paused before elaborating further, “She’s my best friend. We moved down here together…” 

He let out a breath that you didn’t realize he was holding in, “Oh! Cool.” The silence stretched between you and you weren’t sure if he felt as awkward as you did.

Your phone dinged, saving you from the tension, and you pulled it back out to see a text from your friend, “She’s here, so I’m gonna go…” You pointed towards the door before slowly turning away from him. Just as you reached the door, you looked back to see him watching you and tried to conceal the blush creeping onto your cheeks, “Any quick food recommendations? We haven’t eaten yet today… Oh! Preferably cheap?” 

“If you’re looking for something close, Super Duper Burgers is great. Definitely check their seasonal menu.” He ran his fingers over his mustache, drawing your attention to his lips, “If you're willing to go a little further up the Market, Taqueria Cancun has some solid, authentic Mexican tacos. There’s a ton of sushi joints.”

“How about pizza? I’m kind of craving a greasy slice.” You knew Bellamy was waiting for you, but for some reason, you didn’t want to leave.

“Ahh, a girl after my own heart.” Josh pulled his bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds, “Slice House. Hands down, best pizza. You gotta try the Drunken Italian.” He pinched his fingers together, giving an exaggerated chef’s kiss, “The vodka sauce is fucking revolutionary.” You held eye contact for longer than you cared to admit, but then the corner of his lip curled into a smirk, “You better get going, your friend is waiting.”

“Yeah, I guess I should… See you tomorrow?” He nodded his head, forcing his curls to sway as he waved goodbye. “Bye, Josh.” You pushed through the door and found Bellamy waiting in your car at the curb.

She pulled her purse from the passenger seat as you slid in and handed your phone off with the directions to the pizza place, “Why am I not surprised that you already managed to find a music store?” She shifted the car into drive, hitting the blinker to pull out.

“Bell, I literally just walked in there and they hired me. I start tomorrow.” You almost didn’t believe the words that poured out of your mouth. “It was the weirdest thing… I walked by and there was this Jimi Hendrix poster, and you remember how much my dad loved Jimi?” She nodded, waiting for you to continue, “When I saw it, it just drew me in. I don’t know how to explain it. But I was standing there and this guy came up to me, Josh, and-.”

“Mhmm…” Bellamy cut you off with a knowing smirk, “Josh, huh?”

You scoffed at her, “No. Don’t start, it’s not even like that.” You didn’t defend any further, just proceeded with your story, “Anyways… He offered me a job and he and his brother interviewed me right on the spot. I start tomorrow morning and get this, Twenty dollars an hour, Bell.”

She gawked at you, eyes wide, “Twenty? That’s over the minimum wage here. Did you suck his dick to get it?” She laughed at her own joke as you lightly hit her arm.

“You’re an asshole, yanno?” You sat back in your seat, laughing with her. “He is pretty cute, I can’t lie… He just seems like a really fun person and he’s always smiling. Like the brightest smile you’d ever see... But his brother, Jake, was sort of insufferable.” You were chewing on your lip as she glanced at you.

“Insufferable how?” She turned to you fully as the car stopped at a red light.

You thought back to the short exchange you’d had with him, “He was arrogant as hell, for starters.” Her eyes went back to the road as she let off the brake and you continued, “He didn’t even bother to learn my name, just kept calling me ‘peach.’ You wouldn’t even know they were twins if they didn’t look identical.” You stared out the window, looking at the buildings to find Slice House.

Bellamy spotted the restaurant at the same time you did, swinging the car into the first available spot she could find, “Twins? Oh, you’re fucking joking, Y/N. We haven’t even lived here a full day!” She cut the engine as she glared at you, “How old are they?”

“I don’t know? Our age, maybe a little older… Why does it matter?” You were toying with your fingers, something you did when you were nervous. “Don’t give me that damn look, Bellamy! It’s just a job. You’re not gonna find some hidden context in this.” Pushing the car door open, you stepped out to end the conversation.

She was popping out of her side right after you, “Okay, babe. Whatever you say…” You knew she had more to say but she dropped the topic for the time being as you both walked into the restaurant.

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You stood right outside of the door, looking at your reflection in the glass to straighten your shirt out. It was 8:48am and you were trying to work up the courage to go in, mentally preparing yourself to be trained by Jake. You were too focused on your reflection to see that he was coming across the store. The door pushed open and you jumped back with a yelp, “Did you plan on coming in for your shift or were you gonna spend another 15 minutes fixing your shirt?” He was holding the door, waiting for you to go inside.

You moved past him, rolling your eyes, “You know, you just make the atmosphere so inviting. How could I not want to be here?” You bit your tongue, aware of how much attitude you’d just given the man who is technically your boss. “Sorry, I-.” You turned back to face him but he was already breezing by you.

“You’re kind of a fucking brat…” You followed behind him, ready to argue his claim, but he was already moving on as though he’d said nothing at all, “Here. We got a long morning ahead of us and you’re gonna need to keep up with me.” He grabbed a cup from beside the register, handing it to you, and pointed to the door behind him, “There’s cream and sugar in the office if you need it, don’t take forever.” Taking the hot coffee without a word, you stepped around him to go into the office. When you came back, he was leaning against the counter, chin propped on his fist, “You fill that paper out, peach?”

Digging into your tote, you pulled the paper out and slapped it down in front of him, “That’s not my name, it’s-.”

“Y/N. I know” His lips curled into a conceited smirk and, had he not been walking away,  you might have slapped it right off of his face, “Peach feels more fitting.” He waved his hand, beckoning you to follow him.

You fell into step as he walked towards the front of the store, “You saw fruit on my shirt and ran with it. Very original idea, can’t believe I didn’t think of it.” The look he had when he whipped around to face you made you clamp your mouth shut, but you couldn’t help the tingle you felt through your body at his response.

Jake was glaring at you with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place, “You’ve got a mouth on you.” He was pointing a finger at you, “and I can think of a few different ways to shut it.” Your jaw practically hit the floor as you stared at him and he flashed a devilish smile, knowing that he’d left you speechless. He turned away again, leading you to a display near the front door, “Pay attention.” You nodded silently as he started mapping things out for you, “This rack is all new release vinyls. We change most of them out weekly, depending on what kind of album drops there are.” He started walking towards the middle of the store, walking between the rows of shelves, “Everything is sorted by genre first and then alphabetical order.” You listened intently as he sped through the rundown, “We keep bargain bins down here.” He pulled open a cabinet door below one of the tables, revealing crates full of vinyls with torn and worn sleeves, “These are all used and donated, we sell them for $3 a piece or we do 10 for $10. It’s hit or miss, some work, some don’t.” Closing the cabinet, he moved to a different part of the store. You trailed quietly alongside him, soaking up all of the information he was spewing. After about 20 minutes, he’d looped you both back to the front, “Let’s see if you’ve kept up…” He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting to see if you’d maintained any of the knowledge.

“Okay…” You took a deep breath, “Here we have new releases. They get updated weekly, unless there aren’t any good drops.” You continued throughout the space, pouring everything he’d given you back out to him, until you made it to the checkout counter, “Limited Edition vinyls are kept behind the counter, the new inventory delivery comes every Friday morning at 8am sharp, and I think that’s everything…?”

Jake was nodding his head, surprisingly impressed, “Not bad, peach.” He glanced at the clock on the wall, “We got a half hour before we open at 11.” He plucked your application from the counter where you’d left it, “I’m gonna get through some paperwork. You can-” He was cut off by the sound of footsteps coming from the back of the store. “Liv? I thought we wouldn’t see you until summer?” He greeted the short, blonde girl.

She had a stereotypical valley girl accent, “Finished my semester early, figured you guys needed me more than UCLA.” She gave him a smile that looked like she wanted to devour him. Her eyes flashed to you dismissively before flying back to Jake, “You here by yourself? I can clock in and help out.”

You shifted on your feet, feeling out of place, and Jake took notice, “Not alone today, I have peach, here, to help out.” He nodded towards you.

“Peach?” She finally took the time to really look you over, “Were your parents hippies or something?”

You opened your mouth and closed it again, not sure how to respond, “Uhh. No, that’s not… My name is Y/N.” You reach out for a handshake, out of respect, but she just stared at your extended hand.

“Cool. I’m Olivia.” And just like that, she directed her attention back to Jake, “Can you fit me on the schedule this week?” She pushed her bottom lip out, looking like a toddler begging for candy, “I know you guys miss me.”

He shook his head with a faint smile, “I’ll talk to Josh.” He left it at that, turning to you, “Take that box and start putting the shit where it goes.” He pointed at the box on the floor.

“Aye aye, captain.” You saluted him with a smile and picked the box up.

A chuckle escaped his mouth and until that moment, you thought he was incapable of feeling joy, “I’ll be in the office if you need anything.” He started to walk around the counter, “I’ll let you know about the schedule, Liv.” He slipped through the door and closed it behind him, leaving you with the girl.

To avoid conversation, you gripped the box in your arms and lifted it to counter to begin sorting through it. Pulling out a stack of vinyls, you carried them through the store, fitting them into their rightful places. You hadn’t realized Olivia was following you until her low, grating voice creeped into your ears, “So…How did you get a job here?” She was watching you carefully, almost like she was waiting for you to make a mistake, “Jake is suuuper picky about who he hires.”

You looked at the last vinyl in the stack you were carrying, “Uhm, I just came in here yesterday to look at something and Josh offered me the job.” Moving through the tables, you went to the Country section and tucked the album away, “Jake gave me a shirt and told me to be here at 9am, so here I am.”

She was standing so close to you that you almost ran into her as you turned around to retrieve more from the box, “Here you are…” She sounded annoyed, but you ignored it as you pushed past her.

You went about your business for the next several minutes, finishing the task that Jake had given you, as she lingered through the store, watching you work while she pretended to browse the music. You pulled the empty box from the counter, ready to ask your boss what he wanted you to do next, when the bell on the front door chimed. You turned around to see a man come in and go straight to the New Release rack. He perused for a few moments before moving to the tables to search through the records. You expected Jake to emerge from the office, but he never did. After a few minutes of the guy looking entirely lost in his search, you took a deep breath and made your way over to him. Your eyes flicked to Olivia to see her staring at you, a cocky grin on her face. “Hi, can I help you find something, hun?” You put on your best customer service smile as he turned to face you.

“Actually yeah…” He looked like he was maybe in his early twenties and he seemed nervous, “I’m looking for something for my dad. He just bought himself a record player, but he doesn’t have any records for it.” He gave a shrug, “I don’t really know where to start here.”

This wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be, “Okay, do you know what kind of music he likes? Any specific artist or band?” You waited patiently for him to answer.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen a few times, and held it up to show you, “This is a band right? I think he likes them.” It was a picture of a man, probably his father, wearing a Led Zeppelin tour t-shirt.

Your eyes went back to his face, giving him another sweet grin, “Yeah. Zeppelin’s a great band. Your dad has great taste.” You moved around him to walk him over to the appropriate shelves, “We should have a ton of their stuff… Do you want anything specific?” You had a feeling that he wouldn’t know what to choose.

“I- Well, what would you recommend?” He stood by while you flicked through the selection, “Which one is the best?”

“That’s a tricky question.” You pulled a few vinyls from the display, holding them up one by one, “So, Zep one is a safe choice. It’s their first studio album, really opened up the door for them, plus it’s got a couple really great blues covers.” You slid that one to the back of your stack to reveal the next, “ Two is also good. You get Whole Lotta Love, Ramble On, Heartbreaker.” He was nodding as you pulled your final option forward, “This one is my personal favorite.” You held up the album, showing him the cover with the peeling paint and the old man carrying a bundle of sticks, “I kind of skipped over three, but Zoso…This is their fourth studio album, and arguably the best.” You handed it to the boy to examine, “Going to California is probably my favorite song of all time. But it’s also got Stairway to Heaven and When the Levee Breaks. Black Dog. If your dad is a Led Zeppelin fan, then he’ll definitely appreciate this.”

“You know what, I’ll take this one and the first one you showed me.” You handed him the first album before turning to put the remaining one back on the shelf. He was smiling wide as he took it from you, “So are you like a music expert or something?”

You giggled at his question, “I wouldn’t say expert… Just really appreciative of what’s good.” You were staring at his light blue eyes, almost entranced in them when Jake barked your name from the counter. You jumped, whipping around to look at him with wide eyes. He held his hand up, waving for you to go to him, “Gimme one minute.” You called out to him and went to turn back to the man in front of you, but Jake’s voice rang out louder.

“No. Right now, Y/N.” He was leaning his hands on the countertop, glaring in your direction, but his eyes weren’t on you.

You muttered an apology to the blue-eyed boy, “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back.” You shuffled across the store, embarrassed at how he’d just spoken to you in front of your first customer, but also pissed at how he treated you like you were an insolent child. You stood in front of him, whisper-yelling to avoid further embarrassment, “What the hell, Jake? What did I do?” You looked around, realizing that Olivia was gone.

“You’re here to work, not flirt.” There was an edge to his tone that you couldn’t fully decipher.

“What?” You stared at him in shock, “I wasn’t- I was making a sale! Yanno? What you hired me to do…” Was this conversation even real?

He stepped out from behind the counter, “Go wait in the office, I’ll finish your sale.” You moved to try and stop him but his voice was dangerously low, stopping you in your tracks, “Office, Y/N. I’ll carry you in there myself if I have to.” He turned on his heel, walking towards the customer without another word, and you found yourself obeying his command to wait in the office.

Pushing through the door, you looked around the small space before closing it and dropping into a chair. You were highly considering just quitting as soon as he came in, but at the same time, you didn’t want to. Everything was so confusing… Why did he accuse you of flirting when he wasn’t even there? And why did the possibility of you flirting make him so mad? You sunk further into your seat, pondering your own questions, but the one you needed an answer for most; Why did you so easily bend to his will? You were pulled from your thoughts by the door opening.

“Good to know you’re capable of obeying orders, peach…”

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Anonymous: Hello!! Can I request the Dimetrescu’s? Y/N being extremely possessive :) Like so possessive to the point that if any of the maids even glanced at them with any sort of intention Y/N just goes fucking apeshit? Better yet, Heisenberg says something at a meeting (or whatever they do) about the dimetrescu’s and Y/N Legit threatens him? Lmao, I just see it being a funny concept of Y/N having the personality of a feral dog and the ladies are just: “Awe, they’re so adorable 🥰🥰🥰”

Yeah! Feral Y/N is a funny idea. I’ve definitely gotten into a few physical fights defending girlfriends (And being jealous) before. I got this. I went in a more protective direction for some, though. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina is quite possessive of you, that’s for sure. However, what she doesn’t know is that you are also very possessive of her.

When Alcina has to go to family meetings, she occasionally takes you along.

One time, Karl was starting his usual insults and ragging on Alcina, but you weren’t having it.

You marched straight over to him and got up in his face. “You got a problem with my girl, Karl?” You ask, pissed.

Karl was surprised to see you getting so angry at him. He thought you two were good friends.

“Well, I was just-” Karl begins.

“You were just what, huh?” You say pushing him pretty hard.

Karl was caught off guard and fell on his ass from you shoving him.

You stand over him and hold him down with your foot on his chest. “Are we gonna have any more problems, Karl? I think you should apologize to Alcina, now.” You tell him and grind your foot harder on his chest.

Karl coughs and splutters from the weight of your foot on him, but manages to wheeze out “Sorry!”

You’re satisfied and take your foot off his chest. “Great!” You say and happily go back to snuggle with Alcina.

Alcina is blushing like mad and feels a little bit aroused from your display. She’ll make sure to “Thank you” later.

Bela:

You and Bela enjoy going for walks around the village. It’s usually peaceful, but sometimes villagers approach to insult Bela and blame the Lords for all of the problems in the village.

Bela is incredibly upset when this happens. She’s unsure of what to do, but you have no problem standing up for her.

On one walk, a villager sneers at you and Bela and starts spouting vitriol. Bela begins to shut down. You’re pissed.

“Hey, why don’t you look in the fucking mirror and realize that your life sucks because of you. Quit blaming others for your problems, idiot!” You yell and protectively push Bela behind you.

The villager is livid and comes over to sock you in the face. You beat him to it. You punch the ever loving shit out of him and he goes falling over, yelping in pain.

“Try it again, asshole!” You scream and lean over him.

Bela, sensing that you’re getting even angrier, frantically tugs you away and guides you back to the castle.

Once you two are a safe distance away, you turn to Bela. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Bela giggles and cups your face with her hands. “I’m fine, Y/N. But it is nice to know that I have my own bodyguard now.” She says and kisses you.

You’d be her bodyguard anytime. You love her so much.

Cassandra:

Cass hates when she has to meet with prospective clients for the wine business. Typically, this is Bela’s job, but her older sister is helping Alcina with something else today so here she is.

The only upside is that you’re here with her. As you two wait for the client, she talks to you and gives you little pecks on the cheek. It’s nice.

When the client does show up, 15 minutes late, Cass adopts an air of professionalism (Which is kinda hot to see) and welcomes the sleazy guy in.

You don’t like the way he’s looking at Cass and you shoot daggers at him the whole time.

Towards the end of the meeting, it’s clear the guy doesn’t want to do business but rather wants to take Cass on a date.

“I’d be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight.” He tells her. Cass just scoffs, but you see red.

“Actually, she’s taken, buddy.” You say standing up and escorting the guy out.

“Thanks for wasting our time today. Don’t ever come back or we’re gonna have a problem, understand?” You threaten and literally push him out the door. The guy looks like a deer in headlights as you close the door in his face.

You turn to Cass… Who looks really turned on.

“Bedroom… Now.” She says, breathing heavily.

Hell yeah, this day isn’t turning out to be bad at all.

Daniela:

Dani is so sweet. Sometimes, she has difficulty standing up for herself. That’s why it’s good she has you.

Certain maids, who have been employed at the castle for a while, feel that they shouldn’t have to do as much for Dani because she always “Makes the worst messes”. However, they’re often pretty rude about it.

One morning, Dani comes across a maid that she has known for years. You just happen to be with her.

“Hello, Ingrid! Would you mind changing the sheets on my bed and just straightening up my room a bit? I’d really appreciate it!” She says in her usual cheery voice.

Ingrid just rolls her eyes and huffs. “You know, Lady Daniela, it might be good for you to start doing your own chores for once. Either way, I don’t have time today.” She says and walks off with a grunt.

Dani is close to tears at the rude way Ingrid just spoke to her. That makes you extremely angry.

“Hey, Ingrid. Come back over here.” You order between clenched teeth.

The maid groans and walks back over. “What?” She spits.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re employed in the castle as a maid. In fact, you are assigned to Daniela personally, right? So why don’t you suck it up and go do your job before I report you to the Countess for insubordination. Got it?” You seethe.

At the mention of Alcina, the maid stands up straight and nods her head before hurrying to clean Daniela’s room.

You roll your eyes at the little chicken shit, but Dani tackles you and covers your face in kisses.

“My hero!” Dani exclaims. You’re happy you were able to help.

Masterlist

[blushweddinggowns]

Nancy furrowed her brow as she went to answer it, just as confused as everyone else, “Hello? What? I-Fred please be quiet for one second! How did you know I was here- I know the article is due but I’m in the- why call me if you aren’t going to let me talk!”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “You know what? Yeah, just wait for me at school. I’ll be there in a few hours. Yes, hours! I’m hanging up now.”

She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face before addressing everyone, “It wasn’t important. I just have to stop at the school at some point today. But for now we should get going-”

But Wayne wasn’t having it. He turned back to the duo, pointing an accusing finger their way,“If either of you think you’re stepping out of this house you have another damn thing coming-”

“Okay!” Eddie interrupted, reaching out to grab Wayne’s arms, “It’s time to talk in private. The rest of you stay here.”

Eddie dragged Wayne into the back room, Steve following meekly behind. They could still hear them in such a small space, hushed voices arguing in Eddie’s room.

It made Chrissy feel weird, like she was intruding on a family moment. She knew she was, they all were. Dustin even went as far as to turn on the TV, effectively giving them the noise they needed to keep their conversation private.

“Oh my god,” Dustin breathed after a few seconds, “Oh no, oh no, oh no.”

Chrissy glanced at the screen, her stomach dropping when she saw what it was. It was her school photo. Followed with a reporter’s voiceover, “...following a cryptic voicemail, that police suspect was a forced call. Considering the untimely deaths of multiple young women in the town of Hawkins, we need a prompt and quick response in regards to finding this young lady. If anyone knows the whereabouts of Chrissy Cunningham please call your local authorities immediately. 

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. She should have known. Of course her mom would go straight to the police. She knew that call had been pointless. Worse than pointless. If she had never said anything then she probably wouldn’t have even realized Chrissy was gone until today. 

“We can’t stay here,” Chrissy said suddenly, already feeling frantic.

“Why not?” Dustin asked, his brow furrowed, “No one else even knows you're here!”

But Robin was already moving, cursing under her breath as she got her shoes on, “Because if anyone looking for her has a single working brain cell they’ll look for me. And how do you find me?”

“You find Steve?” Dustin asked, still watching in confusion as the rest of the girls got ready to go.

“And if you’re looking for Steve,” Robin asked, “Where would you go?”

“Here,” Dustin grumbled, finally catching on. 

“There you fucking go,” Robin sighed, before calling down the hall, “Steve, Eddie, we gotta go. Now!”

“Give us a damn minute!” Eddie yelled back, but Robin wasn’t having it. She marched back there, dragging a confused Chrissy with her. 

The three men stared at them as Robin dug around, talking as she searched, “They reported Chrissy missing so that means cops are almost certainly on their way here. We need to go now-aha!”

She held up Eddie walkman, before waltzing over to Chrissy to put the headphones over her ears. She hummed the melody as she snatched the tape out of Eddie’s player, snapping quickly into the walkman and pressing play.

“There,” She said with a gentle smile, interlacing Chrissy’s fingers with her own, “Now you’re mobile.”

She turned back to Eddie and Steve, her voice softening at the kicked-puppy look on Steve’s face, “We’ll wait outside, but we need to think of a place to hide. Fast.”

“I already know a place,” Eddie sighed, waving them off. He threw his keys in their direction, Robin just catching them in time as he kept his eyes on Wayne, “Go to the van and hide in the back. We’ll be out in a minute.”

Chrissy nodded, and then Robin was dragging her off. She chanced one look back at them, her heart breaking a little at the devastated look on Wayne’s face. She felt so bad. Yes, whatever this was had started before her, but she was the brand new reason she was involved. Why all of these people were now risking themselves for her of all people. 

“This isn’t your fault, y’know,” Robin said quietly as she unlocked the van’s door, the rest of the group talking quietly amongst themselves in front of the beemer, “I can see your brain working over there.”

Chrissy shrugged as she climbed inside, settling in the back. Robin sat beside her, close enough for their shoulders to touch. Chrissy wished Robin would think about stuff like that, how often she touched her. Or maybe Chrissy wished she could start thinking of it less.

“Maybe not everything,” She mumbled, “But it’s my fault you’re involved now. Maybe you guys could have been the bystanders for once if I never happened.”

“I doubt it,” Robin laughed softly, giving Chrissy’s hand a comforting squeeze. ``I got involved by working at an ice cream shop. Don’t underestimate the randomness of this crap. Besides…”

She trailed off, scooting closer to lay her head against Chrissy’s shoulder. Close enough for the warmth of her breath to tickle Chrissy’s neck, “Getting to know you is more than worth the trouble.”

From the latest chapter of this fic

[notoriousbeb]

Why is Harry Styles All Over TTPD? A Timeline

TTPD Notes Glossary

Upon much ponderation and rabbit-hole-ing I think a truly stunning chunk of tracks on this double album (20) are her processing her feelings for whatever the hell happened with Harry.  

What will likely be my Haylor magnum opus is under the cut because it is a bit lengthy. Good luck. Or I'm sorry??

I think they both pined for each other for years (well documented amongst the Haylors).  

Then she split with Joe Alwyn before she left London for the Eras Tour, but she waited to make the announcement public (probably to give him time to pack up his shit and get out of their shared house) until April 8. However, excited to be “Fresh Out the Slammer,” she reached out to Harry ASAP.  

I realize I might sound like an absolute raving lunatic, but I legit think Harry was at Taylor’s Arlington, Texas, Eras Tour shows, at the end of March/beginning of April 2023, and followed her to New York City for several days. 

While Harry was tied up finishing up the Asian leg of his tour until March 25, I think he came almost straight to her after that, and love-bombed the shit out of her in his excitement.

But then right before he had to leave for tour, with a stopover in LA for the Satellite video and Late Late Show shoots, he gave her some sort of pulling-away speech about taking a pause or pulling back or something, (I’d wager because of the two world tours), which she took as a total rejection, which caused her to lose it and move on to the disaster we call Matty. 

Then, in June, he met Taylor Russell in London. And maybe they were just friends at first, but then Taylor Swift started messing around with Matty, and then in July she started dating Travis and it went public in September. So, I suppose at that point Harry figured, "Okay, to hell with it."  

And now, somewhere in London, I imagine their shared good mate, Ed Sheeran, has a pounding headache and wishes he still drank whiskey.  

I hope the truth of it all someday comes to light in a tell-all book or movie. Or, at the very least, it would be nice if some more clarity surfaces in one of their albums, or a record by Ed.  

Oh, and I think Stevie Nicks, of all fucking people, knows the tea. She considers both of them “like [her] children.” She gave them both matching crescent moon necklaces. And has performed with them. And she wrote the intro poem for this record. Read that and tell me it doesn’t match the story I’ve written in my head. Stevie knows.

And now, the timeline. @foxes-that-run Also has a much more detailed 2023 timeline that I recommend.

There are, I shit you not, about a fortnight of possible days (March 29/30-April 12, 2023) where they could have been together...

March 29/30

Harry likely leaves Toyko after his March 25 show. Love on Tour doesnt start up again until May 13 in Horsens, Denmark.

March 31

Eras Tour is in Arlington, Texas, for N1. It's a rain show. She replaces "Invisible String” with "The 1." The surprise songs were "Sad Beautiful Tragic" and "Ours." Read all my notes on TTPD and go watch these two live performances again. They're...really something.

April 1

She sings "Death by a Thousand Cuts" and "Clean."

April 2

She sings "Jump then Fall" and "The Lucky One."

April 3-6

Neither of them are seen these three days.

April 7

Harry is spotted at baggage claim in Atlanta

April 9

Harry is at the Master's Golf Tournament

April 10

Maybe this is when he leaves her. Taylor goes out for drinks with Jack and Margaret. However, this was an obvious pap walk (the day she had those butterfly jeans on); were the paps maybe called to this location to lure them away from her apartment so a certain person might or might not have could arrive unnoticed after a golf tournament in Atlanta?

April 12

In the afternoon, Harry is spotted with his trusty brown duffel bag (sporting an air travel tag) leaving the gym in LA. In NYC, Taylor is pictured on the roof of Electric Lady (maybe shooting music video?) with a Gucci lion ring just like Harry's but with a green stone. I Mr not the 10th, I think this evening was when he said whatever he said that made her so sad; maybe he thought they should take a pause until their tours were over? Maybe he decided their combined spotlights were just too big to overcome? Who knows? Not me. But my nosy ass wants to know!

April 13

Eras Tour in Tampa N1. Taylor cries during “Lover" and "Champagne Problems.” People think it's about Joe. I think it's not.

April 14

Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "The Great War" (performed with Aaron Dessner) and "You're On Your Own, Kid."

April 15

Eras Tour in Tampa N2. She plays "Treacherous."

April 21

Eras Tour in Houston N1. She plays "Wonderland" and "You're Not Sorry" (these choices seem…significant. In a not good way.)

April 22

N2 in Houston. She plays "A Place in This World" and "Today Was a Fairytale" (for her mom, who I am sure was being a rock for her at this trying time)

April 23

N3 in Houston. She plays "Begin Again" and "Cold as You"

April 27 and 28

Harry does shoots for the "Satellite" music video and the last episode of the Late Late Show. The scenes for the music video aren't used. In my opinion his face looks puffy on Late Late (maybe from crying?)

Eras Tour Atlanta N1 Taylor sings "The Other Side of the Door" and "Coney Island."

April 30

Eras Tour Atlanta N3 she sings "I Bet You Think About Me" and "How You Get the Girl." She cries again during “Champagne Problems."

May 5-7

Ah, the Nashville Era's Tour shows. Such fond, fond memories. She sang “Sparks Fly,” “Teardrops on My Guitar,“ "Out of the Woods,” “Fifteen” (Abigail was there, and she dedicated this one to her)," Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve” with Aaron Dessner and “Mine” (also Speak Now drop).

May 11

Dinner with Matty and Jack and Margaret at Casa Cipriani in NYC

Is it possible the villainy of Matty is that he planted the original story in The Sun that he and Taylor were dating? It ran May 3, two days before he showed up (from Asia) to the Eras Tour play with Phoebe Bridgers as the opening act in Nashville. I just always thought that was odd. Maybe he had a big fat mouth.

May 12

Eras Tour Philadelphia N1. She played “Gold Rush” and “Come Back…Be Here” (Aww, girl….)

May 13

LOT picks up again in Horsens, Denmark. He's smiling to himself all cute like during "Fine Line." Plus he played "Stockholm Syndrome" for the first time in yeeeears and looked delighted. :(

Taylor's surprise songs were “Forever & Always” and “This Love.”

May 15

Either way, she leaves Electric Lady studios with Matty in tow.

May 19

She plays "Should've Said No" and "Better Man." (Well, that's seems...not good.)

May 20

Ah, the day of the “Question…?” and “Invisible” combo. (Oh, Tay). Matty is seen entering Taylor's apartment with a big Louis bag full of what many people believe is the typewriter. I always assumed it was clothes or a synthesizer or some kind of equipment. ¯\_(ツ)_/

May 25

This is the last day she was seen with Matty (and the chorus of angels sang)

But, really, only he was seen outside her apartment leaving with his stuff. She wasn’t in town. 

They were never seen together again after May 15. 

May 26

Era's Tour Metlife N1. She sings “Getaway Car” with Jack Antonoff and “Maroon” (this was a very angry face Maroon).

May 27

Metlife N2. She sings “Holy Ground” and “False God," and cries.

June 22

Taylor records “The Black Dog” at Electric Lady. “Six weeks of breathing clean air,” if we’re being specific here (although she was touring and it could have just sounded good) would be May 11, 2023.

August 13

Stevie Nicks owns the opening poem for the album.

[captain-mj]

Monster handler?

With a portion of PriceGraves on the side please?

Yeah, I can do that :) Little short because I did not have much time

Price looked at Graves. Their mission, unrelated to Graves's project but he agreed to tag along for the fun of it, had been a perfect success.

Graves looked radiant. His wings were a silkie color and they fit his frame well. But just like with Alex and Ghost, he looked wrong. There was an air. The shadows were darker. Proportions wrong. When he looked at him though, his heart skipped a beat.

"John." He tilted his head. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Price smiled. "It's been fun, doing missions like old times."

Graves hummed. "I did miss your attention." He smiled, looking just like the sergeant Price met once.

Price reached over, tracing the little scar on his cheek. "Graves, can I ask you something?"

"I'll try to tell you the truth." Graves smiled and leaned into his hand.

"Did you volunteer for this?"

Graves laughed. "John, you're so funny." He pulled away from him and pulled away. "Exfil is going to leave soon."

Price grabbed his wrist and was immediately yanked forward so hard he fell to his knees. Graves dragged him along and he had to just get his feet underneath him or fall. "You didn't did you?"

"I just got back. Six years I haven't seen you and you can't put this aside for now?" Graves looked at him, scowling. "Not important. What's important is I am what I am and I've done well for myself." He let go of Price who quickly found his footing.

"I'm just checking in. At one point, I was your lieutenant. I worried when you just..."

"Don't." Graves marched forward, shifting as easily as sand moving. "I did just fine without you."

Price winced, but he followed him. Like he would've done back then. Like he wanted to do.

It was selfish and stupid and it was good that he was stopped from just deserting.

But God he would've followed him anywhere.

-

Laswell sighed and patted Ghost's head. "Darling, it's not like that."

Ghost was more embarrassed by his little outburst than upset right now. He could tell Soap was trying not to get upset and he couldn't blame him. Soap sat in the other chair in Laswell's office but he wasn't looking at him.

Laswell continued when he didn't respond. "Graves is an old friend of his which is why he volunteered. Shepherd was the one who said you should be handled by someone else. Nothing you did wrong."

Ghost hated that she was so good at making him feel better. She reminded him too much of his mom. He eventually stopped her head pats, overwhelmed by the touch, but he nodded.

"Thanks, Katy."

"Anytime." She smiled. "Don't freak out so much okay?"

Ghost nodded, again feeling really embarrassed. Soap had been a genius to ask.

"Take the day off. Both of you."

Soap was rushing out the door and Ghost was on his heels. Before he even got down the hallway, Ghost grabbed him and picked him up.

"Hey! Put me down!" Soap lightly hit his shoulder and kicked his feet.

Ghost thought for just a moment and went outside. He ignored the Scottish cursings in favor of going straight up the building. Soap quickly quieted in exchange for holding on to Ghost for dear life.

"What are you doing?"

"Simon?"

"Okay, listen, I promise not to try to be your handler anymore okay? It'll just be on paper. We can just be friends, fuck buddies whatever you want, please just don't throw me off the building."

Ghost stopped at the top. "You really think I was going to kill you?" He turned around and sat down, pulling Soap securely to his chest. He put his head on top of Soap's.

Soap froze underneath him, a little overwhelmed and refusing to look down. "Uh... Maybe?" His grip tightened.

"No. This is my favorite spot on base. I wanted to show it to you."

Soap nodded. "Uh huh... why?"

Ghost buried his face in Soap's hair, wings curling around him instinctively. "Oh... i just.... You know."

"You're apologizing."

Ghost didn't say anything.

"You're hoping by showing your underbelly, I'll forgive you yelling at me."

Ghost sank further into him. "is it working?"

Soap laughed. "Ghost, i wasn't... mad. More just upset. It felt like you were pushing me away, again." He turned to him. "I've been putting everything I got into making you comfortable. Doing my best to keep you healthy and here."

Ghost kissed him for a moment, holding him tight. "You're doing great... I'm sorry for being... difficult."

Soap shrugged. "After everything you've been through, I think you earned the right to be a little difficult."

Ghost didn't want to be though. And he wouldn't. He wanted to be better. Earn those praises Soap gave him so easily. He didn't tell Soap this though, instead just kissing him senseless where no one could see them.

Taglist: @nalawayward @joltom @azure-winter-crow @korym @cod-hyperfixation @thychuvaluswife @revenge-of-the-bucket-demon @commie-ghost

[mooodyblue]

haiii baby!!! omg okay, i would love to request some softdom!e, the idea just makes me so??? imagine this, you’re having a crappy day and elvis immediately notices. the moment you walk into the house from a long day you’re dragging your feet, your chin to your chest as you mumble a quick greeting. but elvis isn’t gonna take that, is he? definitely not. he tries his absolute best to cheer you up in more ways than one if you know what i mean!!! smothering you with praise, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you are for him. the sweet baby only wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel :((

anon u got me in tears with this one. i had such a bad day yesterday and writing this did somethin to me LOL i love soft dom!e he's so sweet!!!! ty for the request! i hope i did it justice my friend <3

softdom!elvis x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW/MDNI! unprotected sex, fingering, more poorly written smut from yours truly 🙏🏼

wc: 1,003

>MASTERLIST/REQUEST<

today was hell. you started the morning by dropping your coffee, got yelled at all day at work, not to mention the traffic on the way back. you just wanted to get home, take a shower and just cuddle up with your boyfriend for awhile. you were just exhausted.

elvis jumped up from his seat when he heard the front door open, immediately greeting you with a smile. "hey baby, how was your day?"

you tossed your keys to the side and shut the door behind you, mumbling a small 'whatever' and dragging your feet upstairs to your shared bedroom. elvis jumped slightly as you slammed the door, shaking his head at your behavior. he could tell you had a bad day, but he wasn't gonna take that. absolutely not! he marched up to your room, barging in and leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. you were sat in front of the mirror wiping your makeup when you noticed his presence. he shut the door behind up and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you let out a sigh. "elvis, i'm not in the mood."

he hummed against you, placing a kiss at your neck. "mmhm, clearly."

"i'm serious, elvis." you complained, wiping off the last of your makeup.

"you think i'm gonna let you get away with talking to me like that? slammin' doors in the house?" he bent down, looking at you through the mirror. "lemme take care of you." he kissed the top of your head and held out his hand. he pulled you up, walking you to the bed and letting you sit on the edge. you kicked off your heels as elvis kneeled in front of you, slowly taking off each piece of clothing you had on. he started off with the stockings under your skirt, gently pulling them down. he unzipped your skirt, "hips up, baby." taking them off. then came your shirt, carefully unbuttoning and gently tossing it to the side, exposing more of you. "so beautiful." he whispered, gently laying you on your back and peppering kisses all over.

"elvis-"

"don't say a word." he muttered against your lips. you brought up your hands to undress him, but he stopped you. grabbing your hands and pinning them against your sides. "and don't touch."

elvis wanted to spoil you, to show you how much he appreciated you and to help your forget all your troubles from earlier that day.

he pulled back from you and stood up, allowing you to remove your bra and panties as he undressed himself. you pushed yourself further up on the bed. "i know you had a bad day, baby." he threw his underwear off to the pile of the rest of your clothes, crawling on top of you. "but i'm about to make your day so much better."

elvis went straight to it, shoving two fingers inside you and moving them in and out of you slowly. "so wet and pretty for me, aren't you mama?" he used his other hand to squeeze one of your breasts and brought his mouth up to your neck, kissing and sucking all over.

you felt his teeth graze over your skin and jerked your head away from him. "no marks, i have work tomorrow."

he rolled his eyes at you and moved down to your breasts, marking you in a place nobody but his eyes would see. you felt his fingers leave you, whining at the emptyness. elvis pressed his lips against yours as he hovered over you. "love you, baby." he sat back up, giving his cock a few strokes before inserting himself inside you, hands gripped tightly at your hips. he gave you a moment to adjust, grunting at how tight you felt around him. "always takin' me so well. such a good girl." he began slowly thrusting in and out of you as the room began to fill with the sounds of skin hitting skin and your soft whimpers. you wanted to touch your boyfriend desperately, but didn't want to disobey him. instead of reaching for elvis, your hand went to the pillow above you, tightly gripping on it as he continued to thrust into you. "fuck, elvis. please-"

he quickly took your hand in his beside you and laced your fingers together, holding onto you tightly. "what do you want, honey?" he panted. "what do you want? tell me."

"you, only you." you cried. "that's right baby. i'm all yours." he moved at a quicker pace as he got closer to his climax. "you're doin' so good. 'm so close." you gripped tightly at the bedsheets and wrapped your legs around him.

he looked down at you, the prettiest sight he's ever seen. mouth agape, letting out the most beautiful moans he's ever heard, in pure bliss. he wished he could put your moans in one of his songs, that's how much he loved hearing you. he moaned as he felt your walls get tighter around him. "god, look at what you're doin' to me. so fuckin' beautiful." he gripped your hand tighter.

"e, i'm gonna-" "go ahead doll, can feel you so tight around me. cum on my cock, c'mon." he pushed deeper into you, hitting your g-spot and feeling you tighten around him as you came around him, shouting his name. "so good. so fucking good." he moaned, his orgasm following shortly after. he bent down to you, still inside you and kissing you. "my beautiful girl."

you giggled against his lips, placing your hands on either sides of his face. "i'm sorry for earlier."

"don't apologize, baby. it's alright." he gave you a final kiss before pulling out of you and laying right next to you. "i'm sorry you had a bad day. i keep telling you to quit that damn job of yours." he buried himself in your neck.

"i like feeling normal." you mumbled.

"normal is boring" he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly. you ran your fingers through his hair, cringing at his sweat soaked locks and softly pushing him away from you. "you can convince me to quit my job while we shower."

[lilacsilver-writes]

My take on a Brainia proposal. I hope y'all enjoy.

“What do you want for dinner? I’m thinking pasta, does that sound good?”

“Hmm? Of course, whatever you like.”

Nia turns and fixes Brainy with a look, but he’s too busy staring into space to register her concern. As a matter of fact, he’s been distant and preoccupied for a few days now. She walks over to his chair and perches on the arm, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, what’s on your mind?” she asks. “You’ve been acting weird since before we left Parthas. Was meeting my dad really that bad?”

“No, no, of course not,” he says. “He was very kind. It’s only that he...he gave me something the night you went to bed early.”

He pulls a small box out of the pocket of his hoodie, and Nia’s breath catches. She knows that box, and more importantly, she knows what’s inside of it. How could she not? It’s been around since before she was born, glittering on her mother’s finger or else set aside in a small glass bowl, safely away from any wet paint.

“Mom’s ring? He gave you Mom’s ring?”

“He did. If I have been acting weird, as you say, it is only because I have been trying to make a plan.”

She leans further into his space. “Brainy, you know I don’t need some big, grand proposal, right? You could ask me right here, right now, and I’d say yes.”

“So I should refrain from hiring a marching band?”

“Please do not hire a marching band. Or a string trio. Or any musicians, period.” Only then does she catch the little smirk at the corner of his mouth. “All right, mister comedian, let’s shelve this discussion and figure out dinner. I’m getting hungry.”

--

Three days later, Nia returns home from work to find the apartment dark and silent. It’s not unusual for her to get home before Brainy, but the note she finds on the kitchen bar tells her he’s been home and gone again.

Meet me at the Tower.

“Could’ve texted me that before I got all the way home,” she mutters, but she goes right back out the door and locks it behind her.

They have the full resources of the DEO at their disposal again, but the Tower remains an operational base for the Superfriends and for emergencies. And for proposals, it would seem; she wonders just what Brainy’s settled on, and what she’ll find when she gets there.

Without a flyer to bring her straight into the Tower itself, she has to go through J’onn’s old office. J’onn himself is nowhere in sight, but the door isn’t locked and the hidden elevator opens up as she walks in, so clearly at least one member of the family is in on the plan.

...Or all of them. When she reaches her destination and the elevator doors open, they’re all waiting. But she has eyes only for Brainy, who stands just inside the glass doors to the balcony with a slight smile on his face. She hurries up the stairs to join him, nearly tripping on the top one, and he reaches out to steady her.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says. He runs his hand down her arm to take her hand and lead her out to the balcony proper.

And there he goes down on one knee, his eyes locked on hers.

“Nia Nal, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” and she’s in his arms in a heartbeat, the world a blur as her eyes fill with tears.

[prettypleasedad]

Hi guys, I'm back, if you were following yespleasedad, that was ME!

A bit about myself, if you care:

I just turned 18 in March! I'm Indian but my mother adopted me as a baby so I'm basically the least asian looking asian you'll ever meet. If you talk to me, normally or kinky, please do not bring up my mom, she's asexual and can't have kids so anything in that realm gets annoying, rude, and weird; quick!

I've moved around a bunch because of my mom's job. I've lived in Dubai, London, San Francisco, New York, but I recently moved to OC and I love love love it! Even though I'm on here, I do love school, I'm a huge nerd. I love gymnastics and dancing, which means I'm super flexible! I am super extroverted, I love being the center of attention! I love parties, im unfortunately a huge party girl! (I love drunk dancing and also ketamine, ecstasy, coke and Molly!!) I love shopping and I love makeup and dressing up, looking cute and slutty is a 24/7 absolute necessity! <3

The picture in my profile is me, albeit I went crazy with spray tan before my birthday lol. I think that apart from my body, my best features are my big green eyes, full lips, and dimples. I'm 4'11, have a cute pear shape (re: fat ass), and I'm 93 pounds, which means I'm super duper skinny. Between my very perfect thigh gap, I have an extremely fat pussy - if I sexted you on my last account count yourself very lucky lol. I have perky 32C boobies with small nipples that I recently got pierced! I also got my tongue pierced at the same time, and have my nose and belly pierced too! (PS, I don't wear bras and I recently switched from panties to g strings and skimpy string thongs that I can pull up and show off, plus they barely cover my pussy which is fun to flash)

‼️ I recently discovered I love taking nudes and sexting, and I do want to start making adult content in the very near future! My mom is aware, I tell her literally everything (well, except for when I’m sneaking out to party or hook up with my gf or older men lol). She’s a bit disappointed and not happy but, as long as I get my degree she said I can do whatever I want! Still, my last Tumblr that was getting very popular, got terminated, idk if it's because of my tags, my reblog, or my nudes, so idk if I can send pics or gifs of me playing with myself this time around :(

Kinks:

🥰I recently lost my virginity (gay and straight in the same night lol, on my birthday a month ago) and am really new to non vainilla sex and porn, please be nice!🥰

I love love love kissing!

pleasing - I'll do whatever you want me to do if it makes you proud of me

older men (28-55; I especially like salt and pepper hair and tall fit men old enough or older than my mom)

daddy/daughter // stepdad/stepdaughter

sneaking around and doing things I shouldn't

risky/public sex

exibitionism + getting caught

Having sex/being used in front of people

bimbofication

free use

Objectify me

Being told how much of a disappointment I am to my parents because I’m such a needy desperate slut

Cnc (maybe!)

pregnancy risk/ breeding

Being gay for male attention

light degradation + praise

Just some bonuses:

Dad >>> daddy

I know I said dk t bring up my mom, but I mean don’t talk about fucking her. It’s gross. I do however wonder how accepting she is of me wanting to make porn and be a teen mom… so you can certainly bring that up!

I love riding, I really like to bounce and grinding 🥹

I'm high-key into really BIG white cocks, but I also like Arab guys

I love an age gap, parade me around in public and then grope me in front of everyone

I love sucking dick so so much

I want to be a mom really soon. My mom knows, she's lowkey okay with it. maybe because of her family being mormon so all her sisters had kids super young(?)

I wanna cockwarm and breastfeed my dad

I’d love to be used randomly mid conversation or action with other people just minding their business in the same room (like dad’s talking to his friend and bending me over atst)

I'm not gay, but I do hook up with one of my besties a lot lol (I love scissoring what can I say lol)

I want to make NSFW content! (I recently made a video with a girl which I showed to this daddy I've been hooking up with and he really liked it!)

I really like having my nipples sucked

I want an older bf who will kinda like turn me into the ideal version of a woman. Like pick out what I wear, how I do my makeup, what I eat, how I act. I want to be sexy for dad

I can have multiple orgasms, and I get really wet pretty quickly, so I end up masturbating like twice a day, oopsie

✨ I am a princess, I do not like abusive talk or really dark degradation! I am sensitive and will freak out lol

Hard No‼️

pedos and agedly that involves anything under being a fully consenting 18+ person

raceplay

blood/piss/scat/vomit

incest

my mom being brought up while we are actively role playing (that is an automatic block)

For the daddies on here:

I never had a father. My mother is a white mormon, who tries her best and I absolutely adore her. But I really need some positive male influence in my life hehe! You should defiently reach out if you want to help me with:

I'm fatherless and need a positive male role model to teach me how I deserve to be treated

I'm fatherless so I really need someone to give me 24/7 attention to make up for 18 years of not having a dad

I'm fatherless, so my daddy issues are at a thousand percent and I tend to be a brat who needs to be put in her place

I'm fatherless so I need to be spoiled with affection like a princess

I'm fatherless and a people pleaser so I'll do anything to be a good girl

I'm fatherless, and I'm indecisive so I need a daddy to make decisions for me and tell me exactly what a good girl should do

I'm fatherless so I need someone to practice all the things my mom can't help me with

I’m fatherless and need a daddy to help me practice kissing and touching, how to suck and make my daddy hard. I need a daddy to show me how my body should be worshipped/treated/used and how my unprotected pussy should be ready to take all of daddy’s cum like the best fatherless daughter ever

💞💞💞

Also! My blog is a safe space I have no room here for:

pedos

racists

homophobes and transphobes

pedos

Israelis and zionists

If that's a problem BYE‼️

[stardustshimmer]

Ok it's been all fun and games so far with the Dream Circus.

But now I've made an actual backstory + lore regarding the very first show the circus held.

If you don’t feel like reading it, just wait for the comic I’m planning on making.

Okay, without further ado, let me explain:

You know Funky, right? Well this is another clown that belongs to @hunterneedshisps5:

This is Chizuki. A 12 year old who’s a close friend of Funky’s.

Or was.

…..

About a year ago, Funky and Chizuki’s dream was to run the best circus in town together. Chizuki wanted to hold that circus in their hometown (which is unknown as of now). However, Funky was desperate to leave the town (for their own personal reasons) and hold the circus further away. Because the two disagreed with where they wanted their circus to be, they bickered with each other. At one point, the arguing got so severe that Funky packed their things and took a train away from home in anger, never to be seen again by Chizuki for a solid year.

When Funky hit age 13, they came across Dream Land. They fell in love with everything the little town had to offer, and the people who lived there welcomed them with open arms. It was so much nicer compared to their hometown. Right then, Funky knew that Dream Land was the place they were willing to start a circus in. But how could they pull it off?

A few days later, Funky came across Marx, who had told them about HIS dream of running a circus of his own. Funky used this as the opportunity to make an agreement with Marx, that way both of their goals would have been fulfilled. Together, they would co-run the circus, with Marx being the main host and Funky working behind the scenes.

With the help of Marx’s closest friends and the financial aid of the townspeople (I know I stated in Funky’s reference that THEY were the one to provide the funding, but I’ve decided to scrap that idea for the sake of this story), the Dream Circus tent was up and ready for action.

Now the next thing the two needed to do was recruit performers. Marx’s friends were willing to join and use whatever special talents they had. Around different areas of Popstar, posters advertising the circus needing clowns were put up, and they actually attracted people! Through many many interviews and auditions, the circus now had more than enough performers and helpers, and it seemed that they were all ready to begin practicing for their first show.

…..

About those posters… apparently the advertisements had reached Funky’s hometown, which is where Chizuki still lived. When Chizuki had come across one of these posters and saw her ex best friend’s name plastered on it next to someone else’s, she was LIVID. Funky was living their dream without her? And with some complete stranger??? She would NOT let that slide at all. She immediately got her things together and hopped on the next train to Dream Land. When she arrived, she marched straight to the big circus tent.

Chizuki didn’t want to be seen by Funky, so she snuck into the tent while no one was looking and hid underneath the bleachers. She secretly watched through the entire rehearsal, analyzing every act with a deep sorrow, knowing that SHE could have been a part of this lively group of clowns. After the rehearsal was over and the clowns had gone backstage, Chizuki stormed out of the tent. She just couldn’t believe that Funky would go behind her back and live out what was supposed to be their greatest desire.

She was blinded by jealousy. She took one last glance at the crumpled poster in her pocket. The first show would take place the next day. At first, Chizuki was simply going to stay away from it and forget about Funky, but the bubbling rage in her told her that she should instigate.

So Chizuki decided to sabotage the clowns’ acts. Every one of them.

…..

That night, when everyone had gone home and the tent was unoccupied, Chizuki went in and got to work. She messed with whatever props she could get her hands on, making any sort of tweaks that would cause them to be faulty. Once she felt like she’d done enough, she fled the scene without leaving any trace of her presence behind…

…..

Now it was the night of the show, and the tent was PACKED with audience members waiting to be blown away. After days and days of hard work and practice, the circus bunch was beyond excited to perform.

But little did they know that it would all go horribly wrong.

Each clown had managed to mess up mid-act due to their sabotaged props and such. This had resulted in many injuries, some being more severe than others. The more the audience watched, the less interest they had. Bit by bit, the filled stands grew empty. It was most likely that no one would be willing to attend the next show.

Funky was absolutely devastated by the failure of the circus. And who was to blame for it? Chizuki.

But that’s not what the rest of the clowns thought…

…..

All fingers had been pointed at Funky. THEY were the one doing all of the preparations and working behind the scenes after all. Funky swore on their own life that they did nothing. They told the group that they didn’t know the props were messed up. But everyone was against them. They all kicked Funky from the circus, stating that they can run it without them…

…..

Don’t worry, this was just a temporary split-up. Eventually, the real culprit was discovered and Funky had been forgiven. But at that time, Chizuki was crushing Funky’s dream out of pure spite.

A visual explanation of this will be provided whenever I can start up a comic.

If you’ve read this entire thing, thanks for taking the time to do so. I appreciate it :)

[voidsentprinces]

Think more games should just start with straight, curly, wavy, and everything in between options from the get go especially if it supports PoC's representation in media and video gaming as a whole. Same goes with gender diversity and relationship diversity in media writing to allow for more LGBT+ representation in media. Ideally these things would be baked in from the get go. World might not be an ideal world but it shouldn't stop us as creatives from making it that way.

Its like that one post about if a kid smiles at you, you should smile back so we can make the world a kinder better place. Not so much that you would be getting anything grand out of it or life isn't cruel its that we should be working towards a place where life didn't always be cruel, it could be kind and pleasant, happy and mostly free of strife. Bad things would still happen, no one can predict or 100% deal with cancer, immune deficient diseases, or chronic pain to fully cure stuff. But, it doesn't mean we can't make the world gentler to those afflicted to such things and even those who aren't.

We live in a world resistant to change that the future requires and requests. I vaguely recall from the time period between when I went to Middle to High School. People being gay, lesbian, etc. was like you basically walked up to someone and killed their dog or something akin to the atrocity. There were entire fucking marches through my small town of no real note to keep gay marriage from happening. Even at the time I felt that was fucking ridiculous. The following ten years was making it okay for two women or men to hold hands or kiss in an animated television show. Cause lord won't you please think of the children.

Despite all the resistance this world provides us, at least in America, I dunno how Germany, the Netherlands, Chad, Angola, the Phillippines, or Taiwan feel about this subject or how they've been dealing with it, we should be making the world more welcoming and representative of all its people within the certain limits that we are not providing a platform for dictatorship and fascist ideals that will strip a person of all rights while glorifying the legacy and power of a singular man or group of men whose selfishness absorbs an entire country and causes its people to suffer intentionally through ignorance or apathy.

But, with the stresses of the today's world. We cannot all be made to charge the metaphorical beaches of Normandy for the cause. Some of us haven't the mental, emotional or even physical bandwidth to champion good causes in an active manner. But we still feel it strongly even if we do not have the words to describe it. And as social creatures, humans will be passionate and want to communicate it. If they cannot, we wish to at least be validated in causes we hold fast to even if we are not at liberty to fully express it for whatever reason.

So just like...break even with us and give people, particularly those of the LGBT+, People with Disabilities and PoC and their intersection representation in options of hairstyle, skin tone, romantic or lack thereof exploration/representation and the options to give people the option to like turn on a color blind mode or a certain control set up to allow stuff like...Dark Souls to be more welcoming to them.

I dunno exactly who I am talking to in making this post I just have THOUGHTS after the recent FFXIV Hairstyle Competition. And the thought was mostly, "Why did we have to hold a contest to get some of these hair styles? Why weren't they in the game to begin with?" probably resources. But like...still, ya know?

Sorry for the tangent. I think therefore I Void.