#time to start shaking in march ig

[dnangelic]

i can make it to the osaka exhibition!!

[binniesbooks]

• YOU DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW, DO YOU?

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 4k

pairings brother'sbestfriend!Soobin x fem!reader

warnings lot of curses, mouth to mouth passing of liquid, making out, oral sex, slight somno, degradation, protected sex, pet names, dom!soobin (idk what else did I miss)

faye's note I saw Soobin's ig post last night and the cogs and wheels of my brain started working lmao. But I wasn't able to post it immediately because of power interruption, it sucks. Tsk. Anyway, hope you enjoy this! Oh, btw, fuck Tumblr for messing it up again agh!

You had known Soobin for years now. He was your brother's best friend, the kind of guy who was always around, cracking jokes and lending a hand in whatever task you were working on. Soobin has been the most gentle person you've ever met, or so you thought.

But lately, things have shifted. You found yourself drawn to him in a way that was more than just friendship, a stirring attraction that you couldn’t seem to shake. Soobin is not that dumb to not know and knew how to connect the dots.

From the way you welcomed him even if his best friend was not around, the way you gave him water or food, the gazes he could feel you were throwing at him even if his back was turned to you, the lingering touches you were giving with simple grazes of fingers, the way you changed your hairstyle to a high ponytail, the way you kept on using thin clothes whenever he was around and the way you join them whenever they are playing because you never did these things before.

On your brother's birthday, the three of you had been hanging out in your brother's house. Laughter echoed through the rooms, and the smell of barbecue wafted from the backyard where your brother was busy grilling. The moment felt all too ordinary, yet sparkles of tension crackled between Soobin and you when you found yourselves alone in the living room, the rest of the world felt like it was fading away.

The air thickened with unspoken words as you sat close, the TV flickering in front of you. Soobin was just as aware of the shift, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something more serious.

Your heart raced as your knees brushed against each other, a simple contact that sent electricity coursing through you.“Do you think he’ll be done soon?” you asked, trying to lighten the moment as you rocked yourself back and forth, but your voice trembled slightly.“Who, your brother? He loves taking his time,” Soobin replied with a smirk, but his gaze lingered on your lips for a moment too long.

"I'm done grilling, let's start drinking!" your brother announced as he marched with the container of barbeque in his hand.

The night passed with your brother's blabbering and boasting about things, like how he managed to raise you alone even when it's just the two of you, how he takes care of you and he doesn't want you to be taken by a man who didn't treat you with respect. You throw a few more glances at Soobin who's just sitting across you, and you can tell he's staring at you as well with the simple grins he shows whenever your eyes meet.

Your brother is most likely the kind of guy who can't handle his liquor, Soobin does handle his oddly fine, enough to stay conscious and aware of his surroundings. Aside from the bit of redness on his cheek and ears, you couldn't tell he was tipsy.

"He's out." You muttered as you stared at your brother snoring with his cheek pressed on the table, causing Soobin to snort as he poured the remaining alcohol into his glass. It's almost two in the morning.

"Can you carry him to the couch? I'll grab his blanket and pillows," you said dusting your shorts from anything you have sat on. Soobin just simply nodded.

"Stop staring, you'll end up making a cave in my head." You can feel how he's watching you behind your back as you are tucking your brother to sleep. Giving him pillows for him to sleep comfortably at least.

"Y/n," Soobin called the moment you're done. You replied with a simple "Hmm?" as you started to pick up the bottles, glasses, and plates cluttered around the table.

You turned your head to him when you did not hear him answer. He's sitting on one of the couches across the one you're brother was sleeping on, your eyes meet, the ends of his lips curving up.

"Have you tried drinking?" he asked, swirling the liquor in the glass he was holding. "I haven't. I wanna try though, I'm already beyond my legal age. But this asshole brother of mine does not want me to do so." You pouted as you jokingly raised the bottle you were holding to hit your sleeping brother.

"Your brother does seem to care for you so much." He grins once again, sipping on the alcohol.

"Why, of course. I'm his only family." You say as you sit at the armrest of the couch where your brother sleeps.

"Say, have you broken any of his rules?" he asked, running his hand through his hair. You nodded, causing his plump lips to stretch a bit.

You looked at your sleeping brother, "He used to tell me not to go out at night, but well, sometimes I sneak out, to be with my friends." You chuckled as you bit your lip. "Please don't tell him." You looked back at Soobin again. "Anything else?" He tilted his head to the side, still staring at you. "I...I was told not to be too close or friendly to other guys. He also told me not to like any of his friends because they're total assholes." Your voice slowly becomes faint as you fidget with your fingers.

The clink of glass he picked up on the table made you realize you were straight-out confessing, to one of his friends. You snapped back to him, "I-i mean..." You were out of words as you stared at his mused expression. Scared that he might tell your brother. You're screwed.

"Come here," he motions you to come in front of him. "You don't want me to tell this to him, is that right?" You nodded, embarrassed at what you've said and done. "Only if you do me one thing." He leaned back to the couch he was sitting on, his hand once again running through his hair. "That is...?"

"That is if you break one more damn rule of your brother. For me." He smiled at you, purposely pausing, emphasizing the last two words."I... I'll do it." He feels you're desperate as he watches you ball your fist while he can hear your thumping heart in the dead of night.

"Sit here." He tapped the space beside him as he picked up his glass of alcohol once again, his face painted with pure amusement. Just like being bewitched, you obeyed, sitting beside him.

He places his hand on the space behind you, "Pft, you're so tensed," he snickers. "One more rule, yeah?" He inquired, bringing his face closer to yours. "One..one more. Just one only..." You confirmed voice barely above a whisper.

He sipped on his glass as he held and tilted your face towards his. You breathed, gripping the couch to steady yourself. In an uncharacteristically bold move, Soobin closed the gap between you. You were too stunned to push him away. Hell, you liked it too much you couldn't push him away. He brushed his thumb on your lower lips before pressing his lips on yours, slowly letting the liquid flow out from his mouth to yours. That was it—the final push you needed. Maybe it was the fear you felt that he might tell your brother about your secrets or him being the reason you're breaking the rule, but at that moment, you wanted to break every unspoken rule. You parted your lips, you loved the taste, either his lips or the liquor, you don't know anymore. You place your hand on his chest ultimately clutching on his button-up shirt. His lips danced skillfully on yours, the liquid escaping, dripping to your chin.

He pulled away for a bit to look at you. Only to see you drooling as you look up at him with your hands tightly clutched on his button-up. "More... Please." his smile widened at you begging. "Greedy little girl, aren't you?" You lean unto his hand that is gently caressing your cheek. "Please.." you begged once more. He chugged the remaining liquor in his glass as he held your nape, crashing his lips on yours a little bit harder than last time, his other hand flew up your neck, feeling how you slowly gulped on the liquor mixed with his spit, he gently squeezed your neck, emitting a soft gasp from you as you sightly opened your mouth. He wasted no time shoving his tongue into your throat, practically making the dirtiest and nastiest kiss you've ever experienced.

You rubbed your thighs when he gently pulled at your hair, he's rough yet gentle. He's aggressive but careful. How ironic. You know this is wrong. You're kissing-- no you are making out with one of your brother's best friends, who was sleeping in front of you.

"You like this, don't you?" He taunted as he pulled your hair once more. It takes everything in you to not scream out in pleasure. His lips captured yours once more in a fervent kiss that ignited a wildfire within you. You melted into him, the taste of anticipation on your tongue, the weight of what you were doing fueling the heat of the moment. The kiss deepened, and you felt yourself surrender to what was happening. You pressed your body closer to his, your connection growing more urgent. It was reckless, forbidden—everything that made your heart race. You knew the stakes: if your brother found out, you're done. Yet, that thrill, that desire to break one of your brother's rules, is pulling you closer to Soobin.

He pulled you by your hair once again, a string of saliva hanging on both of your lips, you're panting as you snap your head towards your brother. Thankfully, he's still sound asleep. You looked back at Soobin, plump lips red from the pressure and heat of the kiss. He licked his lips, "Such a good girl for me," he chuckled, his hand still on your nape. "Now, come here, we're not done yet." He stood up and grabbed you by your wrist marching towards your bedroom, turning off the light in the living room in the process. Hearts pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he locked the door behind.

The moment you two stepped inside your room, your mind immediately processed what would happen. You are in your room with a boy, Soobin. Your brother's best friend. Whom you recently grew interested in. You even made out in the living room with him. He even made sure your door was locked. What makes you think this won't reach the most intimate part? There’s no doubt about it—something significant was bound to happen. Why wouldn't it? Soobin is experienced. You've heard him and your brother talk about it multiple times. How they shared the same girl, how he ended up with a one-night stand with the girl from the bar, how he made his enemy's girlfriend sneak out with him, and many more nasty things they've done.

"Climb up the bed, pumpkin." He's ordering you around again, yet you are following him without restraint. He unbuttoned his shirt as he was staring down at you sitting tensely on the bed, with your hands in between your folded thighs. You were staring up at him, eyes blown, maybe you just can't handle the shots of liquor, or maybe you're eyes were just filled with lust. He scoffed, running his hand through his hair for the nth time today. He climbed up the bed, the black piece of cloth he was wearing long discarded.

With his back pressed on the headboard, he motioned you to move closer to him. "C'mere pumpkin. I won't tell, any of your little secrets to your brother~" his voice clearly mocking you with a sing-song tone. "Can't afford to let you get screwed, anyway." You were sitting between his legs. You can't decline to anything he wants. Aside from you being scared of your brother, deep inside you, you also wanted this. You also want to break the rules just to be with Soobin.

Your eyes ran through his long legs, his dress pants comfortably hugging the lean muscles of his legs. "Your hands are pretty, you're actually creative," he was probably referring to the artworks you've been doing, "I wonder what else these pretty hands can do." He unzipped his pants as he grabbed one of your hands, placing it on his aching bulge. He rubbed himself with your hand, humming at the sensation. His other hand flew to your lips, rubbing your lower lip as he stared at your eyes filled with need. "Soft lips that give tender and sloppy kiss," he muttered, "What else can you kiss better, pumpkin, hm?" He pressed his thumb on your lip.

You scoot closer, moving your hand on its own accord as he lets go of your hand, eyes still looking at him with unfulfilled pleasure. He pushed your head down towards his bulge, "Why not try going down on me, let's see what you can do." You carefully stroke him once more within the confinement of his boxers. "Fuck. Your hands are quite good." He moaned as he gripped your wrist. You pulled his boxers to expose his girthy length. You're not bewitched, you want him. He stroke his exposed cock as he pushed you down a little bit more, making you almost kiss the base of his cock.

Your tongue prodded out, licking the base of his cock as both of your hands were holding to his legs to keep yourself steady. "Shit!" His cock pulsated as he flinched, he was unprepared. He chuckled at your quirks. "Start. Your secrets depend here." He taunted.

Your dainty fingers wrapped around his cock got him reeling. You licked the tip of his cock, it's red and it feels burning. You slowly took him in your mouth as he puffed out muffled moans and grunts. He crossed his arms behind his head, " Wondering how your brother will react if he finds out that this precious little sister of his is doing something very very naughty behind his back." You took him whole in your mouth, gag reflex kicking in. "Fuck angel, you'll be the death of me." He huffed as he tightly closed his eyes. He's restraining himself to hold you, keeping his arms behind his head.

You continuously bobbed your head with your tongue occasionally wrapping around his cock. "You're quite skilled. Have you ever done this? You don't look and act innocent at all." His grin grew wider at the thought. You pulled away, shaking your head.

"N-never... But I f-fantasize over you." You admitted. The smug look on his face becomes heavier as he lets out a mocking laugh. "Look at you acting innocent and all. Yet you have a dirty little mind." The shit-eating grin on his face looks devilish. "My little slut." You tweaked at his words. Embarrassed at where you have put yourself into. "Now don't be shy and show me who you really are, kitten." The pet names he's been calling you, you can't react to it other than getting wet. You wanted to be degraded by him. You've wanted this for so long.

You continued giving him head, " shit, you are so dirty," his light laughs makes your heart flutter, and his degrading words make your pussy clench. He started thrusting carefully in your mouth when you started moaning, the vibrations giving him extra sensation. He holds your head to stay still as he started fucking your mouth, you could tell he does not care about hurting you but his thrust was controlled, holding you as if you'll break easily, just letting the tip of his cock kiss your precious throat. "Delicious. Fucking. Mouth." He grunts at every thrust. He stilled, your mouth overflowing with his white sticky cum.

He gently pulled you on his lap, "Did you just swallow it?" He asked, his stares at you were intense. You simply nodded "I did, am I good?" You were seeking validation amidst the forbidden thing you two have done. A playful smile shined on his face, "More than good, angel." He gently lays you on his chest, and you could feel his heart thumping as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

"Rest for a while, I'll wake you up before I leave." He said as his long fingers combed your smooth hair, he hugged you tight, pulling your blanket to cover the both of you.

He was in awe, how can you possibly sleep when it's still dangerous around you? He lays you on your bed, registering in his mind how you look. His hand travels around your body, lightly squeezing your neck as you gasp in your sleep. He pushed your shirt above your chest, scoffing at the sight, did you purposely not wear a bra the whole night he was here? He lightly pinches your nipple, rolling his fingers on it, making you squirm. His eyes traveled from your chest to your waist as he hovered above you.

His warm hands enveloped your tiny waist, smiling at how it first perfectly on his huge hand. His hands moved down, gently tugging your shorts off you. "What a little mess we have here." He mumbled, staring at how your panties stuck at your cunt. The baby blue piece of cloth was drenched with your slick. He moves it sideways, prodding his middle finger in your wet pussy. He touched you achingly slow, causing his cock to twitch inside his pants.

His hot tongue finally comes in contact with your cunt. He knows that you'll wake up anytime. "Wake up, pumpkin," he mumbles while lapping on your pussy. You grunt and squirm, feeling the uncomfortably extra wetness in your cunt. Your eyes fluttered open at Soobin eating you out. Your hands immediately clutched your mouth to refrain from being noisy. His tall nose kept on touching your clit, making it more sensitive. You clutched his blond locks, pulling him closer to your cunt as you chase your high.

"I-i'm gonna cum," you whispered, voice muffled as you were almost biting your hand. His two fingers entered you freely, pressing inside, finding your sweet spot. "Let me have a taste of you, kitten," he kept on lapping and pushing his fingers in and out of you, making you shudder and grip his hair tighter as you came on his tongue. Soobin gently sucked on your clit emitting soft whimpers from you.

He hovers above you once again, his veiny hands propped on both sides, his chest rising and falling, toned abs clenching. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, bringing out a condom packet. He wraps his cock in one swift motion, as he prepares at your entrance. He penetrates slowly, grunting at how tight you feel on him, he covers your mouth, "Don't you make a noise-fuck, I'm warning you pumpkin." He stilled inside as you gasped for air, "Stay still, I won't move for a while," he muttered as he kissed your forehead.

The once dark and dead night is almost gone. The bluish color of the sky makes the surroundings a little bit easier to see. You two came to your senses when you heard a knock, then the rattling sound of the door knob. "Fuck!" You shout-whispered, pushing Soobin off of you. He pulled out, both of you immediately wincing at the pain.

"Y/n?" Your brother called you, you panicked as you stood against the door instead of lying down on your bed. "What the hell are you doing there?" Soobin's furrowed as he whispered enough for you to hear.

"Have you seen Soobin?" Your brother asked, you were about to answer when Soobin pinned you on the door.

"Hey, is everything fine? I heard a noise." The rattling sound of your doorknob can be heard once again.

You faked a yawn, "I-i'm good! I just fell from bed! Ouch!" You made your voice as sleepy and hurt as possible but ends up shaky. "You sure? Should I come in?" He asked. "No! No need! I'm fine! I'm good!" You panicked.

"W-what were you asking again?"

"I said if you saw Soobin? Or did he talk to you before leaving or something?"

You gasped when you felt something penetrate you once again.

"Fucking tight, pumpkin." Soobin was gripping your waist, penetrating you from behind. He covered your mouth.

"Y/n?" Your brother knocks again.

Your legs were wobbly, about to give up. "Answer him. But be careful, you don't want him to know, do you?" The grin of mockery is once again plastered on his face. He started thrusting in you. "Shit, what a dirty doll. Likes being taken from the back." He pinned you more on the door, no longer muffling your mouth, making you whine and whimper, you clenched on his cock.

"What the fuck? Are you turned on? Oh fuck, you're really dirty." Soobin whispered in your ear.

"Hey, y/n, if you don't answer I'm gonna break this door open." Your brother's voice is irritated.

"Answer him, doll." Soobin taunted.

"I... I did not see h-him.. mmhhh.. maybe..maybe he had gone h-home." Your voice ends up whiny. "Please s-stop banging the door, i-i'm... I'm gonna sleep some m-more.." you tried your best to answer your brother. Soobin smirked.

"Maybe he did go home, his things are in no sight. Well then, I'll just call him later, rest more, I'll go to my room my head is spinning." You heard the footsteps gone faint. That's when Soobin started thrusting a bit harder on you.

You clawed the door, face pressed on the cold wood. Taking every thrust he's giving you.

"Shit, such a dirty slut." Soobin has been gripping your waist for too long, that you're sure it will leave marks later on. You clenched at his words once again. He scoffed, "Wow, you really love being degraded?" His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it a little to restrain your lungs from acquiring oxygen. It makes you dizzy. Yet you love it. It makes you dizzy but you want him to cum inside you. It makes you dizzy but you crave for more.

"Good for nothing, cocksleeve." He keeps on pounding into you, bending you on the table near your door. You can't help but clench at his every word as he laughs lowly, enjoying what you two are sharing.

Your knees grew weaker. "Cum on my cock, I know you want it." He taunted. It was your last straw, "S-soobin.." you covered your mouth as you come undone, squirting all over his cock.

He bent down to your ear, licking your earlobe as he kept on pounding chasing his high once more. "Dirty. Fucking dirty. Fantasizing over her brother's best friend. Getting fucked and squirting on their cock." You wanted to cry at his words but it turns you on so much. He pulled out of you, discarding the condom and pumped his cock as he cums on your back.

He turned you around and kissed you, carrying you to the bed as he carefully laid you down. He picked up his discarded button-up shirt and wore it again.

"P-please don't tell him..." You tug at his shirt while he's buttoning it up.

"Your secrets are safe, my pretty slut." He saw how you melt at his words, he heard how you whine at his words. He pulled you for a kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. He removed something on his wrist and kissed your hand. His silver bracelet is now tied to yours, the cold metal kissing your skin makes you remember the heated moment you and Soobin shared.

You watch him peek outside your room as he steps out, tiptoeing to the front door.

@binniesbooks 2024

[slippinmickeys]

The funfetti universe please oh please more! William vs the bullies, Mulder encouraging going lower, repercussions of William losing control when he's upset, Scully just getting to have her life with her boys I love it!

The mudball hit him right in the neck, sending little droplets of gunk into his ear. After the initial shock wore off, he turned slowly around. 

“Hey William, you’ve got some dirt on your neck. They not bathe out in Farrs Corner?”

William sighed. “What do you want, Logan?” He already knew the kid didn’t want anything. Just to inflict pain. 

“Nothing,” Logan said. “Just wanted to let you know you’re a freak.”

Will was so sick of this crap he could spit. He looked at the three other guys who had come over with the bigger kid; Winter, Cole and Liam, who up until now had always been nice to him.

“Noted,” William said, eyeing Liam directly, whose face at least registered a bit of shame. William turned back around, hoping they’d go away. 

Thwak! Another mudball, this time catching him on the butt. God, it was going to look like he’d crapped his pants. 

William thought about his mother’s advice. His father’s. He’d love to knee the guy in the nuts, but not with all that backup. Still. If he walked away, all he’d probably get out of it was another mudball to the back. 

He turned around, took a step toward Logan and his goons. 

“Why do you keep picking on me Durwood? There not enough enrichment in your enclosure?”

The confusion that crossed the kid’s face was amusing, at least. You had to be smart to get into this school, but Logan Durwood was legacy. His test scores probably didn’t reach William’s knees. It took him a minute to figure out the insult. 

“Are you calling me an animal, Mulder?”

William gave him a pitying look. “You can’t figure out what I called you?”

Winter and Cole both turned to look at Logan’s face, clearly worried he’d snap. William was worried he’d snap too, but it would give him a reason to hit the guy. Or something. 

“Shame,” Will went on, shaking his head. “And you, an intellectual.”

At this, Liam snorted in laughter and that was all it took Logan to turn sort of a reddish purple and start marching toward William, who watched him approach, holding his ground. 

William glanced back toward the big old barn that housed most of the school’s classrooms. There wasn’t a teacher in sight. 

It had done nothing but piss rain for the last three days and the field surrounding the old farm  was saturated. Logan’s footsteps squished as he approached, and the boy leaned down on the way and scooped up another mudball. 

“I’m going to make you eat this, freak,” he said menacingly. 

Winter and Cole were a couple of steps behind him, but Liam hung back, watching and looking nervous. 

“Actually, I think you’re going to eat it,” William said with confidence. 

Logan had just gotten up to him, and pulled his arm back to fling it or punch William with it or something, but instead, when his arm swung forward, his elbow bent and he ended up shoving the mudball into his own face. Logan froze, bewildered, and all five boys stood there in stunned silence. A glob of mud fell from the boy’s chin onto the ground at his feet.

“Geez Logan, I was only kidding,” William said, feeling the bright thrill of conquest, and an even keener thrill of power. His power. The kind no one else had.

Logan spit out a mouthful of mud, his eyes all rage. “Get him,” he instructed his two friends. 

***

Mulder and Scully escorted William out of the office of the head of school silently, squelching across the school lawn and into the parking lot. 

William kept throwing worried looks at his mother, who was walking quickly, her face a steel mask of what Mulder knew to be anger. Anyone else looking at her might just assume RBF, but Mulder–and more importantly William–knew better. 

When Mulder unlocked the car, Scully ducked quickly into the passenger seat and William slunk onto the back bench like a man headed to the gallows. As soon as Mulder turned the ignition, Scully whipped her glare to her son. 

“That was incredibly dangerous what you did,” she hissed. 

“But I didn’t get in trouble!” William said, defending himself. It was a childish answer, and they all knew it. William was a kid, but he was a smart one. 

“Will, you know what your mom is talking about,” Mulder said, flicking his eyes to his son in the rearview mirror as he pulled onto the county road on which William’s school sat. 

Mulder had actually been at least a bit amused by his son in the principal’s office. The boy had pointed at the remains of mud on his neck and ass, pointed out that his hands were perfectly clean and claimed perfect innocence. One look at the other three kids (all but the kid Liam, who appeared to have run into the school to grab a teacher once the muddy melee started in earnest) covered head to toe in mud so thick that the whites of their eyes stuck out, and the head of school had no choice but to proclaim William a victim and send he and his parents on their way. 

“But they were going to beat me up!” 

“That’s no excuse for using your powers on other people, William. On other kids!”

“They didn’t know it was me,” William said, growing a little sullen. “I only made them throw the mudballs at each other a couple of times, once they started, they kept doing it, it wasn’t me.” At this, he looked at his dad in the mirror, and Mulder suspected the last bit of his story wasn’t entirely accurate. 

“I saw the look of confusion on their faces, William,” Scully said. “They may not have known it was you, but they damn well knew it wasn’t them.”

“They’re not exactly the brain brigade, Mom,” William said, slumping back on the seat. “They look like that all the time.”

Mulder had to suppress a laugh.

Scully sighed. “You should have walked away.”

“I tried.”

Mulder flicked his eyes to his son again. “Will, if anything like that happens again–if you show someone–anyone–your powers, we’re going to have to move. Change schools,” he said.

William heaved a breath out and Scully seemed to calm. 

“It’s not just about the school,” she said. “And it’s not just about letting other kids see what you can do. William, you can’t draw attention to yourself like that. If the wrong people find out about you…”

The boy’s lip wobbled. They hated having to tell their son that he could be taken away from them, but he had to know the risks. It was a far more dangerous world than anybody realized.

That sat heavily between all three of them for several long moments. 

“So I’m just supposed to let them beat me up?” William finally said, sniffing.

Mulder exchanged a look with Scully over the center console. 

Scully sighed. “What if Dad teaches you a few moves?” 

William’s countenance lightened at this and he sat up. “FBI moves?”

“Yes,” Scully said evenly. “FBI moves.”

“Yeah, okay! Cool!” 

“But they’re only to be used in self-defense,” she clarified. “Only if someone actually touches you first.”

William nodded enthusiastically. 

“And if anybody asks who taught you the moves, tell them it was your mom,” Mulder said. “Nothing will come back on us, then,” he went on, stealing a look at Scully. “Everyone is scared of your mom.”

[peachjagiya]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachjagiya/755198778095616000/you-can-do-a-ted-talk-lecture-on-one-taekook?source=share

I will be doing a series of Ted Talks called: "Is it coincidence or is it just......... Taekook?!"

First episode is:

"The Paradox of Oh No, Oh Yes and its Timings" In this episode, we will talk about how Jungkook played the song twice in early 2023. On the 2nd time he did, he played it as the last song with lyrics during his winter ski date concept while watching the stars and "aurora" in March 2023. His words, not mine. He started this portion of his "ARMY date" livestream with high energy, cringing and giggling, then committing to the winter date act. By the end of the stream, minutes after he played Oh No Oh Yes, he was in tears and brushed it off as "rhinitis". 1 month after, April 2023, while JK left SK for the first time in a while to LA and start working on his songs, Taehyung went live and shared that Jungkookie recommended him Oh No, Oh Yes. He even lit a candle because "Jungkookie does it in his live" he then proceeded to play Maybe, a song he penned about someone who told him they are Twin Flames and will melt each other away when the world is cold during winter. The most crucial part of this episode is what happened hours AFTER Taehyung went live and shook fans with the information: Jungkook's brother's IG account posted Oh No, Oh Yes in his story. 🤯 Fast forward to September 4, 2024. Tae went to join Firenze event in Paradise Hotel, the same hotel TaeKook stayed at and filmed Run BTS TikTok challenge. On his way to the event, he posted a story of the sunset with Oh No, Oh Yes in the background. He was there for dinner event. The next morning, Jungkook flew to the US. Note that Paradise Hotel is near to the airport and 4 days prior was his birthday while 2 days after that, September 3, was their 12th year anniversary of meeting eo.

To wrap this Ted Talk up, the lyrics to Oh No Oh Yes:

"More than a ring on a ring finger

I chose a love hidden to the public gaze

Even if I show that I'm a strong woman

Always in my heart

I'm shaking of pain

Oh no, we're two sinners

But no, we can't separate........"

I still have more episodes of this "Is it coincidence or is it just.... Taekook?!" such as dissecting To Find You, Sweetheart Shirts, Dream Premiere and many more. Shall I send a weekly Ask to you so we can all discuss and dissect together? 😁

Omg.

This made me smile so wide! 😁😁😁

The Oh No, Oh Yes saga is one of my favourites because of how spaced out it was, like a continually referenced strand running through the year.

Like sometimes a song is just a song, right? But the way it kept cropping up, it feels special like a little Easter egg 😂 I could hardly believe what I was seeing when Tae posted that sunset 5 months on.

I also love that even the platonic explanation, that they just shared and enjoyed the song, shows their closeness. It's undeniable.

Omg PLEASE send a weekly Ask, that would make me so happy.

Thanks anon. I love this. 💜

[foxes-that-run]

2016 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, back to 2015.

1 January - Yachtgate with Kendall, OOTW video released with Haylor references galore, including HS on her wrist. 12 Jan - CH and TS seen for for last time till March.

6 January - Harry posted photo of rain on a window. On 6 January 2015 Taylor posted Clear Blue Water" which may have been the day they last broke up.

14 January - rather than dine alone with CH TS encourages 14 year old fan sit with them

16 January - taylor wears outfit and hair like Delicates making of a song to visit Jaime King

17 January - Taylor didn't acknowledge Calvin's birthday. Taylor is in New York

18 January - Tabloid gossip that Taylor is jealous of the yacht, she had been liking angsty Tumblr posts about Harry. Out of the Woods official release Taylor back in LA

20 January - Harry arrives at LAX. Also seen in LA 22 and 23rd.

21 January - Harry celebrates 22nd Birthday in London, early, with Nick Grimshaw, stylist spends the night in his house. Kendall flies LA to Paris…. if she and Harry were dating she would have flown a day early and been at his London birthday party??

23 January - Taylor releases New Romantics. Kendall and Harry at Jeff's birthday roast. Kendall is wearing a Big o' Fur (Pop tart??) and leaves alone.

24 January - Harry celebrates his 22nd birthday in LA, also early with Glenn (Jeff's wife) and presumably others.

26 January - 58th Grammys, Taylor performed Out of the Woods, Harry posted photo of woods.

27 January - Harry signs with Jeff Azoff, also in LA. timeline

29 January - Taylor posted ““So how do you spend your time now that the tour is over?”” in Genius shirt with video with Meredith, I love it.

1 February - Harry unseen on birthday, tweets "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22."

2 February Harry looked fine AF in this Hawaiian shirt

11 February - Kanye releases Famous - it's snake time.

14 February - TN posts “you bring the James dean I’ll bring the red lip” Valentine’s Day. Harry at Clive Davis party

16 February - Taylor wins the Grammy Album of the Year for 1989. Calvin was at an after-party in a t-shirt. In Miss Americana (21 mins in) she says 'I remember thinking afterwards, Oh my god, that was all you wanted. You get to the mountaintop and you look around and Oh god, what now? I didn't have a partner I climbed it with, I didn't have anyone I could relate to, I had my mom, but I wondered shouldn't I have someone I could call right now? Harry in LA

20 February  - Harry records 'Sweet Creature' in LA. In the Album show at the Troubadour (21:40) Harry introduced 'Sweet Creature' saying it was the first song written in the studio a couple of weeks after his birthday. He was photographed in the studio 20 February.

21-29 February - CH starts Ole, it references Harry and Hendall The video (screen shots in the top line above) is about a guy who neglects his GF, the lyrics of the song are about a girl who cheats on her BF but goes on trips. The lyrics include "lowkey" aka 'Loki' and refer to the trip they take 2 weeks later - so he worked on it more. Kanye releases Famous

26 February  - Taylor out in LA

28 February - Taylor looks amazing at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party alone. Harry tweets 'you can shake an apple off a tree ' (Elvis Presley Stuck on You lyric)..... 0_0  and posted a colour photo to IG of a scrabble game thanking for voting for Brits. HS IG has been b&w since OOTW, but this was in screaming colour! ❤️

3 March - Harry tweets Norah Jones Come Away with me lyrics "The yellow grass grows knee high."

6 March - Harry seen buying groceries in Hampstead

7 March - CH and TS 1 anniversary TS thin and uncomfortable.

13 March - Harry in London, gets parking ticket.

13 - 15 March Taylor and Calvin Bikini photos in the Bahamas. A 5 hour flight, 3 nights, 4 swimsuits. Rumour they flew separately. Complete with swan inflatable for added shade. :/

15 March Harry back in LA at Cafe Habana Malibu

16 March - KK posts TS where’s the drop. Blind Calvin hooked up with someone. Harry in Beverly Hills, 24 at St Laurent

25 March - Taylor back in LA and Harry also back in LA same day, LA on the 6th, 11 April & 20 April (kid harpoons birthday).

3 April -Taylor and Calvin attended the iHeart Radio Awards, arrive separately. He looked bored, didn’t thank her. Made a face when Taylor thanked him, she didn’t every time. Calvin on his phone during her last acceptance speech. Rumors they are having trouble. Harry in LA he bought a fan’s family dinner the night before. Harry papped buying fuel in LA.

7 April - Taylor shopping at St Laurent, (which Harry had been wearing all the time) and looking like the Ready For It..? VM

8 April Blind Taylor and Calvin talk-fighting on paper walk. Harry seen shopping with Kid Harpoon and Kendall, “watch KUWK May 1

9 April Harry seen leaving Nobu Malibu

15 April -Coachella, black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots in top right of pool photo on Taylor’s instagram. Taylor at Coachella with bleached hair and a 'This Is What You Came For' jacket. CH performed. She also released that Drake Apple ad. KK there

16 April - Taylor vogue cover

22 April - Harry Tweet's "it's not the Ribbons in your Hair" Cars Just what I needed lyrics about not minding anything because a person is who they needed.

April 29 - this is what you came for:

28 April - Taylor is Bewjelled at Gigi Hadid's 21st birthday . Harry is not photographed there, but is also in L.A. the next day

29 April - This Is What You Came For is released. Taylor was an uncredited writer and has backing vocals. CH later throws shade about her not promo-ing it. Later blind that TIWYCF is about person Taylor cheating with. Calvin has an interview with Nick Grimshaw (!) in his house, where he says John Newman was there last week (Ole), talks about how John Newman has a great track coming, that the guide vocal (Taylor's) could not get better then he heard Rhianna's and it was much better:

30 April - Taylor NY for Met Gala dinner, wearing Billy Joel shirt. Calvin goes on radio and (at 2:30) says Taylor is on a break, they haven't spoken about a collab.

In August  the video has a similar hawaiian shirt but in red, he  posts to his instagram photos of him wearing one like Harry's

They then marked this day - in 2017 Harry marks the anniversary of this by getting papped in that same shirt! hahahaha

In 2018 - Calvin Harris later tweets that he grew a beard to get a Grammy

October 2022 - High Infidelity released, it opens with 'lock broken, slur spoken' and includes 'Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

1 May - Taylor has dinner at Anna Wintour's house with Tom Hiddleston and James Corden!

2 May - Taylor at met gala, TS meets Joe, Hiddleswift starts.

5 May -  Erskine Records,

7 May - Harry, back in London, cuts off his hair - farewell LHH. 'Only a few songs' were recorded for his Debut before Dunkirk. Taylor posts photo of herself at Met Gala with "we never go out of style"

17 May - Harry’s friend Matt Irving’s funeral.

May - 1D purchased its f to j shares back off the band and they sold director titles, each was paid £14m. They still receive royalties. Harry stopped using his twitter, PR tweets since

20 May - Taylor and Calvin seen together for the last time in a carpark. Blind that implies Calvin did something “I give the "relationship" another week […] what happened last night is going to open a whole bunch of boxes.”

22 May - Calvin in car accident, Taylor doesn’t go to hospital. Blinds implying drugs involved, but police report says no drugs and Calvin a passenger. He has a cut to the face in an SUV, other car a beetle with teenagers with pelvic features, the other car hit CHs

23 May - July  Harry shoots Dunkirk, in France on radio he said he just slept when not filming and did not make music.

2 June - CH and TS breakup confirmed on Twitter

13 June - Taylor rents house in Cornelia Street

14 June - Taylor first seen with Tom Hiddleston. Article on Taylor staged photos

16 June - tabloid gossip that Calvin Harris sent a music exec a dick pick was break up reason

23 June - both Harry and Taylor are in London. Calvin admits Taylor controlled break up media

2 July - Harry signed a solo contract for $80m, with Columbia

4 July - the last 4th July party, (until 1989-esk gathering in 2023) with I heart TS hiddleswift exploits. Harry was in London.

13 July - taylorswiftisoverparty hashtag trending CH was messy as hell on Twitter, TMZ reports taylor wrote TWYCF, the notes are now corrected. Joe in London

17 July - Kim K posts that she has a recording of Snake convo. Harry was quick to provide supportive comments.

21 July - Kendall posts "tea time" with photo Taylor later copies in LAWYMMD video. Also likes anti-swift posts.

8 August - Taylor performs at oil heir Mike Hess's 30th birthday in the Hamptons and grinds on him, no Tom Hiddleston.

21 August - Daisy Lowe posts a person in a Harry styles tshirt to IG

24 August - Hiddleswift officially over, Tom has talked to media. Taylor wears this yellow outfit in New York which Calvin copied in the ole video.

25 August - Harry seen in LA, first time he has been seen for 16 days. Wears a similar shirt to Ole. End of Dunkirk shooting.

29 August - Taylor Lover Journal "this summer is the apocalypse" Nashville. Taylor still in NY. Rumour Harry saw her in NY.

30 August - Taylor not at VMAs due to Jury Duty

2 September - Kendall and Harry at Nobu in LA, Dunkirk wraps. Harry not seen for another 15 days after.

3 September - Harry buys LA House. He listed it for sale in May 2017 and in 2019 sold it at a loss.

5 September - Harry has dinner with Kendall then disappears. Could have been when he first went to Jamaica.

9 September - Taylor front row Gigi's fashion show

19 September  - Taylor writes a lot of reputation. Taylor flies to NY and attends Max Martin & Shellback studio. (The Swift Life video) Works on Gorgeous, I Did Something Bad, Delicate & King Of My Heart. Joe in London at Burberry show.

22 September - Hendall over, Harry hasn't been seen for 15 days.

25 September - Harry posts 3 white squares to IG

28 September - Taylor was with Cara Delevingne and Joe was in London.

29 September Harry’s another man mix tape with HS1 inspiration/ clues and Haylor love songs. Capital FM runs an article "DJs Are Just As Baller As Multi-Millionaire Rappers & Here's The Proof" and use a photo of Calvin copying Harry's St Laurent shirt!

4 October - Joe Alwyn in London, last seen 2 weeks earlier also in London. First time they are actually in same place since May. Lover Journal 3 January says they had been dating 3 months so that lines up. Their anniversary was never 28 September.

6 October - Harry in London, last seen 5 September in LA, next seen 3 November in LA.

13 October - Taylor and Joe attend Kings of Leon show. In this video, Joe enters The Bowery with another blonde at (0:43) Taylor enters at 1:24. Joe in NY for 'Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk' Premiere and press conferences

15 October - Rumour that Harry was seen at the airport in Jamaica. He stayed there for 2 months writing HS1. (the funny thing about that is that the rumor was true and the 'insider' tumblr said it wasn't.) At 30 mins into Harry Styles: Behind the Album Harry says they had had a week in a 'total hole.' "I can't write songs" he said in the first time in a long time I had actually done something and then came back to the studio and wrote Carolina, which was the last song on the album. He's wearing the same blue hawaiian St Laurent Shirt while recording it.

20 October - Big Little Town releases "Better Man" written for Red.

21 October  - Someday is released. "Someday maybe when we're old and gray, We could be in love once more. Till then I won't give my love away, Darling, I'm forever only yours".

22 October - Taylor plays a very Haylor setlist at US Grand Prix and also performs TIWYCF

October - November Harry records his debut in Jamaica. He meets Mitch - see behind the album.This photo from Jan 2017 in an LA studio. Worse version of Famous leaked.

24 October - Taylor at Drakes Birthday with a golden tattoo (dress) with Karlie Kloss

31 October - Taylor posts photos of Halloween party where she wore deadpool costume. Harry unseen, last seen on 6th in London

1 November - Taylor reveals she wrote Better Man in a post, it goes to #1

3 November - Harry seen back in LA at Kendall birthday and concert next day. Joe in Taipei Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk.

5 November  - Harry seen at Meghan Trainor's surprise party

8 November - Karlie and Taylor at Lorde's birthday, this is the last time she is seen hanging out with KK. On 8 November Trump elected, KKs husband is connected.

November - To Zane Lowe (48 mins) Taylor said about Evermore

"There was a sort of a double meaning to the months that are mentioned and the feelings that are mentioned one of the meanings is that we were I wrote this song and these lyrics when we were coming up to the election and I didn't know what was going to happen. So almost I was almost preparing for the worst to happen and trying to see some sort of glimmer at the at the at the end of the tunnel. The last verse you know the song is it goes through walking through the forest barefoot in the middle of winter or standing on a balcony and letting the icy wind just hit you and you're catching your death. Then in the last verse the person goes inside and finally is warm and finally is safe. It's about the process of finding hope again but it also reflected back to an experience that I had that was pretty life altering when I went through like a bunch of bad stuff in 2016 in like July, November all those times were just sort of taking it day by day to get through trying to find some trying to find a glimmer of hope all of that so I was coming from both of those perspectives"

9 November - Joe in Hong Kong for Billy Lynn's Long Halftime walk premiere

11 November - Taylor goes to Joe's movie screening, he's not named in press about it.

19 November - Reputation magazine "how do you feel about having a song written about you" photo

25 November - Harry seen in LA, then not seen again till 30th.

26 November - Taylor thanksgiving in RI, Lily D, Lily A, and Todrick. Karlie not invited, Joe not pictured. Lily D posts on her snapchat that her uber driver (Taylor) is “so pretty.” Harry MIA

5 - 30 November - Harry in LA.

30 November - Harry got coffee in LA

3 December - Harry arriving at Heathrow in London

7, 8 20th December - Harry in London

10 December - "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" released with Zayn, there are HS looking figures and outfits like the 2015 VS show

26 November - Taylor thanksgiving in RI, Lily D, Lily A, and Todrick. Karlie not invited, Joe not pictured. Lily D posts on her snapchat that her uber driver (Taylor) is “so pretty.” Harry MIA

5 - 30 November - Harry in LA.

30 November - Harry got coffee in LA

3 December - Harry arriving at Heathrow in London

7, 8 20th December - Harry in London

10 December - "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" released with Zayn, there are HS looking figures and outfits like the 2015 VS show

13 December - Taylor has party in London house she rented in Frognall, near Hampstead which is in the Reputation book. Karlie Kloss posts a throwback photo of Taylor for her birthday, years later stories emerge that they had a falling out over Karlie throwing a party at Taylor’s NY apartment which TS refers to in LAWYMMD.

28 December - there is an unconfirmed sighting of Harry and Taylor (Lover journal indicates Taylor in London. Harry seen in London (the next day) and soon after Taylor gave Austin a record signed by a friend of Harry's

31 December - Photos of Taylor and Joe getting ready thought to be taken this day. Later only 7 photos leak in 2020.  Harry in Holmes Chapel on NYE

Continue in 2017

[rottenheaume]

　　　—————　　𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.𝙲𝙾𝙼/𝕳𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁　...

Night was created so the gods had somewhere to hide: their sins; their sins; their sins. And us, made in their image – minus wing or cloven hoof – we follow suit.

— Scott-Patrick Mitchell, from "The Mourning Star," Clean: Faith, Abuse and George Pell

　　——　　𝙵𝙸𝔏𝙴　　𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.

𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕   𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎    :        hector jack lance 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜  :        tor 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎  :        march 30, 1954 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗  :        las vegas, nevada 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜  :        ares (god of war, battlelust, courage, and civil order),　barbara lance (the preacher's daughter who had an affair) 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜  :        telumkinesis (the ability to manipulate weaponry),　odikinesis (the ability to manipulate feelings and emotions of war) 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  :        bisexual 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚜  :        zuko　(a:tla),　ronan lynch　(trc),　james st. clair　(dark heir),　hua cheng　(tgcf),　roman roy　(succession)

　　——　　𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃　　𝙾𝙵　　𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——　　𝚃𝚆　𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝕳,　𝚅𝙸𝙾𝔏𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴.

grew up in a strict, religious home.　(still can recite too many bible verses by heart.)　his mom had him out of an affair with ares (ig he likes to go after married women) and managed to convince her husband to let him grow up alongside their three children (ruining their perfect family of five).　ran away at the age of thirteen.　punched "dad" on the way out (after he kissed his baby sister on the forehead).　survived thanks to theo, another bastard ares-child, finding him in the streets of vegas and charting their way to camp halfblood.　(coincidence?　never.　however, he has not, and never will, thank ares for sending theo his way.)

only discovered his first name was hector when he laid eyes on his birth certificate for the first time, stolen "just in case" when he ran away.　he started going by it immediately.　still flinches at being called jack.

his first obsession was king arthur; he dreamed of becoming a knight.　later, after his mom secretly gifted him the odyssey for his tenth birthday, it turned into achilles (we love irony).

six years ago, theo died.　hector was the reason they left the safety of camp halfblood; he stormed off, hotly embarrassed, after losing a fight (bringing shame upon his father, himself, and his cabin), and theo, the most loyal dog in their pack, followed him out.　in an attempt to distract himself from his humiliation, he put all of his focus into shaking theo off.　the only good it did was distracting them both from the monster who was tracking their scents, sent by his father as a challenge to prove himself worthy after losing the fight.　he failed.　both as a son and a brother.　by the time hector realized something was wrong and came to fight, theo had delayed in using his gift to summon the dead against the stymphalian bird too long.　hector returned to camp alone - blood, sweat, and tears baked into his flesh like a new layer of skin - a fresh scar running down the left side of his face.　#rip.　theo facts in his honor:　grew up a pacifist (his uncles were all lost to the vietnam war), sparred better with words than swords, chivalry's last soldier, took kitchen knives way too seriously.

he shouldn't go to zoos as often as he does.　any animal in his range of sight goes wild with rage; bar excalibur, his two year old cat.　horses, the natural companions to battle, also calm in his presence.　perhaps a gift from his namesake as well as his father.

visualizes battle maps as he's falling asleep.

he's vulgar and intense, and enjoys the discomfort it brings to everyone around him.　frontrunner for cattiest man in new york.

nine times out of ten, he's wearing black.

his presence has an aftertaste.　like a gas leak.

starts training before a soul is up and goes to bed after everyone's asleep.　has a superiority complex about it.

cannot tan.　do not mention this.

defiance for defiance's sake.

　　——　　𝙿𝔏𝙾𝚃　　𝕳𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂.

these are just some general ideas i had floating around, merely stepping stones to the real deal <33

a sparring partner　-　the person he goes to when he needs to train hard, whether as a challenge or a distraction.

the bark to his bite　-　he's not not a henchman. i'm joking, but in a totally real sense he is a dog that bites the hand that feeds him, as well as bites others in its service, and that hand needs an owner!! ref.

before　-　before the accident, before the rabid look in his eyes took over.

the kavinsky to his ronan　-　the person who hands him the match to light himself on fire.

his achilles heel (pun intended)　-　that tender spot that makes you ache.

conqueror　-　the person he lost to the night he ran away from camp (aka the night his brother died).

bad influence　-　he tries to make them worse.

[meticulous-mot]

so,

a little rambling about me and art

since this is a blog I guess I'll start from the beginning?

(background music ig LOL)

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basically, COVID hit and had us all locked up at home, so I like many other people saw it as an opportunity to acquire a new skill

I'd drawn in the past but never actually put any time towards getting good at it until then, using good ol' Proko videos as my guidance (and a bit of Sycra). the beginning was basically just really shit gesture drawings that I did daily, all up until the b e a n. hoo boy that bean. I became seriously prolific with it under my belt. like as far as I was concerned I needed to know basically NOTHING else. so I kinda rushed through the course (bad foundations!) from then onward because my ego got inflated

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anyways I'm not gonna give a blow by blow, I got my first art tablet in march this year and since then I've drawn at least 3-4 days every week. but on one piece about a month ago I kinda just broke and decided "yeah, it's time to start fresh." since then I've been doing color studies, incorporating gesture more into my sketches, and practicing structure a bit and I've been having a really good time!! but I just can't shake that I kinda need to do… more

like, I can't satisfy myself rigorously practicing structure until I'm good, I like somewhat understand perspective but nowhere near enough, my gestures are leagues better but still kinda weak. and like I'm having fun, no art block no fear of a blank page, but I just keep thinking in the back of my head "what happens when I realize the mistakes I've been making over and over again and I don't like these pieces as much anymore?"

and of course as always there's envy of better artists who can do more in less time lol

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that's my rambling, pretty much

I don't like the way that came out I kinda lost my voice with writing trying to fit in diff spaces and I just gotta get it back over time

I don't wanna start posting art bc reception and commitment start to take a toll on ya but at the same time I don't wanna sit on everything I've made forever so it's like… between a rock and a hard place 🤷 I'll figure it out!!!

think I'll start like reviewing music I like or something on here lol

[heeracha]

## broken hearts. — p. jay

content:warning(s): enemies to friends to lovers to enemies again, ig hELP,, hint of play/badboy jay, angst, swearing, mentions of hooking up

wc: 0.6k

note: your least fave is back lmAOOO hi <3 ,,, i'll post the profiles and first part of the jay smau later <3

you march towards jay, who was minding his own business walking somewhere with a pile of paper on his hands, not sparing you a glance. you huff, hitting the pile of paper causing jay to drop it. he sighs, looking down as he gets on the ground and starts picking them up. “why’d you stand me up?” you ask, looking at him, glaring as tears threatened to spill.

“typical jay, hm?” jay says, not even looking up at you and continues to get the papers off the ground. you look at him, eyes widening lightly. he must have heard the conversation you had with your friend about your worry of jay. you don’t even remember how you two got here. from one moment, you two were arguing about the most stupid things, causing heeseung to get very irritated with the two of you so he forced the two of you to talk privately. that talking caused you two to be friends. friends that subtly flirt with each other. until jay finally took the reins and asked you out and now, here you two are. back at arguing.

even though you like jay, you knew his habit of leaving someone when he got bored already. not knowing what to do, you talked to jake about it. “i really like him, jake. but what if he goes… you know, typical jay?” you asked your friend yesterday. no matter how jake tried to console you, you still found a way to sabotage jay.

but still, it doesn’t give him the right to stood you up, right? “you heard?” you ask and jay hums. “so, you just decided to prove me right?” you chuckle humorlessly and jay sighs.

“no.” he says as he fixes the papers, standing up to face you. “i’m just saving you the worry you will be having in the future if we get together.”

“that’s it, jay?” you said. “what, am i just another number to you? the one that ended before it even started?”

jay shakes his head. “i don’t think you should be in a relationship with someone you can’t trust.” he says. “have you heard yourself yesterday? what if we’re already in a committed relationship and i end up hooking up with someone else? what if just randomly ghost you? what if i just use you for my benefit? what if you end up just being a bet?” he lists all of the things you said yesterday. yes, you’re starting to feel guilty, but still, he shouldn’t have stood you up like that. “i would understand if it was one of your friends saying it, they don’t know me the way you know me. but it kinda hurts that it came from you, you know?”

you sniffle. “stop turning the tables.” you weakly say because you know it was you who fucked up this time. but your pride isn’t going down. you sigh as jay shrugs, looking as if he doesn’t care. but fuck, it hurts. he just know how to hide so well. he walks past you and you scoff. “you break my heart, jay.”

you turn around, looking at his back. “but then again you fucking break everyone’s hearts.”

jay couldn’t help it anymore, he clenches his jaw as he turns around to look at you, he walks back to you, looking you dead in the eyes. “you know what? usually, i would agree.” he says as his tears slowly pool in his eyes. “but the funny thing of the matter here is you broke mine first.”

with his vision blurring, he still glares at you. he walks past you, bumping his shoulders against yours as he pushes his way through the crowd of students coming out of their rooms to go somewhere to hide while you’re there standing, jay’s words repeating in your head over and over again.

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[mentoskova]

A reply

To the person who is constantly lying about me.

My heart is also broken.

I don't mention your name anywhere because I don't want to put any hate on you, that's why. Tho you are very much pointing your finger at me.

And yes, I do have twitter confirmation regarding hate tweets.

How about stopping to play such a childish game and we'll both agree to share screenshots of this last conversation and people will draw their own conclusions? I vote yes. I think it will be fair for all of them, who got involved.

I have never written myself anything that was offensive to the Ukrainians or to the Russians.

On the contrary. I made a ig story where I wrote that I felt sorry for the Ukrainians and the Russians.

Over the last few days, I liked and shared posts from Ukrainians on ig and twitter about fundraisers and information where refugees can run away to my country Poland. I retweeted the posts of the Russians who loudly opposed the war and their gov. That's all I did. Many Ukrainians and Russians are my friends with who i have close contact, proofs of it are everywhere. You're the only person that attacked me.

You attacked me in dm and called me a Nazi supporter for showing my support to Ukraine by sharing their posts. You said Ukraine's gov is Nazi and you support Putin's soldiers actions because as you said it's "liberating". And we started arguing about political views which was nonsense... Again, let's show those screenshots.

Despite your insults in that convo I said that if you rly felt attacked by my actions, I said thank you for informing and it was never my intention and I will try to do better and fix it. I tried to solve it peacefully with you, said that I will make a new ig story, where I will remind ppl to not shame on all the Russia country. Even tho you kept insulting me while I was saying this and I kept saying: listen, let's not go this road, i was only sharing posts from Russians and Ukrainians. And you're lying now that I am the one who lacks compassion?

Im not going to address all the lies you said there, because those are all things I have screenshots for. Like Patreon thing... This can be so easily proven how you lie about even that, because you're trying so hard to make me look bad in front of your friends while I did dm you, told you about why I have to stop subscribing and ask you to stop subscribing me to make it fair! I was subscribing you from March to January, an almost entire year! Especially I don't want to talk about other ppl you imply, tho perhaps they should also know you wrote to me in dm how they are annoying while they were sending you koala pics or silly for having a different otp ship than you? And you yourself are conflicted with many, many ppl. Talk about me what you want, gossip, judge that I don't have any value. It's easy for you.

For the last time, I'm asking you to stop.

LET'S SOLVE IT PEACEFULLY. I am open to discussing it in emails, to reset the situation and stop this nonsense fight.

You have my email, lets write to each other. Even tho I felt very much hurt by your actions and words, I don't want you to feel any bad. There are people rly dying in the world. Internet drama in fandom I find rly unnecessary. I propose that we truly just shake hands, discuss peacefully where we felt offended and find a solution how to fix it. I hope nonsense rant posts from both sides can end.

And to everyone else I also say this. You can always discuss with me if you have any problem with me. But if you blocked me first and later I blocked you, don't blame me for ending contact. Even tho I remain open, there are other forms you can still contact me.

That's my message. Let's end nonsense fandom dramas.

I'm going to focus on my art now and to move on. It's my last post about any of this drama (i hope).

Love.

[anhelus]

plato is a bitch - part (i)

pairing - tsukishima kei x afab! reader

rating - e

warnings - timeskip spoilers (!!!!!), soft dom tsukishima, mean tsukishima, jealousy at its finest ig, cheesy references, idiots in love, cute nicknames, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (f. receiving), reader has a vagina, fingering, some clit love, plato bashing (all of my homies hate plato lmao), greek myth references, both of you are emotionally constipated lmaoo, insecure reader, featuring two other characters from the anime idfihf, has an original female character, lots of reassurance, a lot of cuss words are used somehow???? some poetic bullshit in my writing style sorry for the delay

summary -

tsukishima kei is a skeptic. it’s hard for him to believe in anything that is not cold, hard facts.

but you might be the one thing that turns him into a believer all right.

OR

the one where tsukishima has a penchant of getting needy for you….in public of all places.

smh tsukki.

spotify playlist link - here

a/n - this series is a part of the hqhq discord server’s nsfw collab for the month of march, 2021. you can find the works of many talented and amazing writers in here. 

p.s. - this is a repost 

WORD COUNT - 5.7K

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

“We have a new one, chief”, Miyuki nudges your elbow, bringing your attention back to the conversation at hand.

Professor Kurosawa of Greek Philosophy 101 had been gracious enough to drop a group project out of the blue. An added bonus was the fact that she chose everyone’s partner, only adding to your unneeded anxiety. By the time you could approach your latest project partner, the bell had rung and signalled the end of the class. Between the bustling crowd of your batch mates, you lost sight of the tall man, unable to keep up with his long strides.

Worriedly, you bite your lip till it’s swollen and ponder over your options. You didn’t even get his phone number. How the fuck are you supposed to work with him? This project is worth 30% of your grades. Fuck this up, and you’re doomed.

“Another kid working with us?” you ask, numbly chewing onto your lips as your eyes roam the museum’s cafeteria. Working at The Sendai City Museum has its perks, you have to admit. One of them is probably the fact that the boba tea you’re sipping on is much cheaper for you to afford on work days here.

You pay attention to your companion half-heartedly, still very much hung up on the project you need to get a head start on, if you wanted a decent grade on it.

“Yeah, he’s from the same place as ya”, she replies, happily munching on her own sandwiches and you watch in amusement at how easily the frown on her eyebrows dissipates because of food.

Ah, the joy of little things….

“Oi”, Miyuki calls your attention in the present again, indicating by her worried eyes the arrival of some misfortune your way, “Manager is coming your way”.

Your eyes widen and you can feel your hands sweat, your leg shaking incessantly under the table. You turn around the moment your superior calls your name, only to freeze when your eyes meet his.

It’s him. It’s him! For fuck’s sake, of all the people….

“Tsukishima Kei”, the blonde introduces himself, an awkward arm extended for a handshake.

“Please take care of me, senior”.

It’s hard working with Tsukishima Kei.

Not only do you have to endure his presence in the library in whatever free hours you get from university, but now you have to show him the ropes of working in a city museum.

This is stressful and I’m about to blow off like a pressure cooker any fucking time now, you think as you clean the storage room – full of old antiques and extras. It’s dusty and the napkin tied around your face is not helping your nose from scrunching up whenever you get close enough to sneezing out your lungs.

Your ‘junior’, as Miyuki has playfully dubbed the blond man, is assigned the duty of cleaning out the fake antique extras that are usually put out on display whenever it’s rush hours in the museum – a wise decision, given how the kids that visited the place were prone to always messing with the artefacts that signified the existence of the Date Clan aeons ago in Japan.

The buzzing of your phone in your pants’ pockets give you an apt excuse to stop squatting down and stand up, groaning at how your thighs burn at the ache. Opening up the unread messages, you feel your eyebrow shoot up in visible confusion as you read what Kei has sent you moments ago:

“Why would you say that?” you ask him, turning around to see him putting away some old boxes up on the metal shelves stacked against the cream walls of the room.

‘Damn him and his height. Damn him and his veiny arms that can easily choke me- ‘

Whoa, why in the world did that thought come into your brain? You blame the intrusiveness of your mind. Yeah, that’s all there is.

“What?” he questions you, wiping his palms onto his trousers, “He is a little bitch”.

Out of all the philosophers you could’ve chosen, you went with Plato. And now more than ever, you regret it heavily.

“Care to elaborate?” you feel your jaw ache as you grind your teeth as a way to not snap at your classmate and colleague.

“Well, for one, he was a pretentious asshole”, he lists off from the top of his head, making sure to keep a count of his arguments on his nimble fingers, “Number two, he implied that the only thing we know is that we know nothing”.

“Which is true, given how there’s no absolute fact or truth to compare our progress with”, you quip in, getting defensive over a dead Greek man who wouldn’t give two fucks about women or any minority for that matter.

You’re carrying most of the load of this project, on top of working multiple shifts at the museum and freelancing for meagre amounts of cash and experience. Tsukishima, while helpful, isn’t present to assist you whenever you need him, due to his volleyball practice as well. And you know it’s awfully selfish of you to pick a fight with him over a project that’s supposed to bring you closer (at least according to Professor Kurosawa) as classmates. But you’re tired and sick worried out of your mind about, well, everything.

Rent, exams, deadlines – every single chore in your life has you wearied down to the bone and you know not when it will be all too much for you to handle. So the fact that a guy your age is doing just as much as you, and not feeling the same insecurities as you?

It makes you envy him.

‘How can you be so laidback about everything?’, you curse him out for even entering your life.

“But if that was true, then we wouldn’t have science or maths. We wouldn’t have electronics, phones or even the broom you’re cleaning the floor with”, he articulates without breaking a sweat, and you wish you had it in you to give him a piece of his own mind.

But today is not your day, and you’d prefer to just crash into your cosy bed and sleep as if the world is ending and you cannot give two fucks about it.

“That means that we are knowledgeable to a certain extent and Plato might’ve idealised Aristotle due to some homoerotic subtext historians forgot to acknowledge”.

On any normal day, that would’ve made you laugh. Maybe you’d have rolled your eyes and added your own input. But you’re tired and cannot imagine spending another moment inside this stuffy room, feeling dirty and exhausted beyond belief.

You turn around, trying to conceal your tears of frustration that cannot help but fall down your face and you speak out after several beats of moments pass you by, “Tsukishima, I’m tired. Can we not do this right now?”

You don’t know that he can see your shoulders shake with your silent sobs. You don’t know when he silently decides to make his way towards you. So it surprises you when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and you let him rock your body gently back and forth, feeling yourself melt into him and letting go of your inhibitions as he softly kisses your neck.

“Tsukishima- “, you speak, caught off guard by this gentle gesture of his.

“I should’ve known today was not it for you. You do a lot and sometimes I take things too far. Remind me- “, you feel his breath shudder against your back as he tries to continue:

“Remind me that just because I can do things with you; things that others may not be too fond of, it doesn’t mean that I cannot take it too far. Tell me to back off and I will”.

You turn around to face him and whisper, “What if I don’t want you to back off?”

—–

And damn, Tsukishima Kei must’ve thought in that moment as you looked up at him with such pretty eyes, so full of hope and fear, How am I to resist someone so sweet?

And so he dives right into those honeyed lips of yours, savouring you and consuming you whole as he locks lips with you. He feels your hands slowly run through his hair gently and he knows now, that he couldn’t have had anything better than this.

Reasons of existence be damned; you are the reason he feels alive right now.

It’s been an entire week since you’ve last talked to him.

It’s not as if you don’t see him anymore. You still meet him at the university library at least thrice a week and find him sitting further away in the very back of the spacious room, two steaming Styrofoam cups filled with coffee that could burn your tongue unless you blow on it.

You still meet him after his practice, ready to take on the cleaning duties on weekdays. You still see him when he reluctantly volunteers his weekends away at the museum, to guide the horde of school children visiting for a field trip as he lists off everything he knows about the Date clan from the top of his head with such poise and grace- it makes you wonder what did he see in you that made him kiss you that one strange evening.

It’s just…you haven’t talked to him about it. Not one mention of what went down that day in the storage room. Almost as if…. nothing’s changed.

And that has you worried. So worried that it makes it hard to breathe whenever you look at Kei’s furrowed brow as he studies the various books and articles you suggested him for the project. It makes you want to rub away the crease on his head with your fingers. Whenever the sunlight of the setting sun hits his face as he escorts you from his volleyball gym towards the museum, it makes him look ethereal and you wonder if maybe he is what Apollo must’ve looked like – sublime and so deep in thought he is in those moments, you wonder if he can even sense your gaze on him.

If he can tell that you want him to kiss you again and let you run your fingers through his soft hair again. Taste the peppermint candy he keeps munching on during his break hours on his lips as you pull him closer still, until both of you are united as one in each other’s arms again.

And so you wait for him one day, arriving earlier than your partner with two cups of steaming coffee you have bought instead when he texted you that he would be late. Tapping away your pen against the oak wood table, you chew away at the dead skin of your lips as you anxiously wait for him to come. Noises from a few feet away grab your attention and you are surprised to see Kei with a girl you have never seen before.

She’s talking away softly in a saccharine voice and he’s smiling. He’s actually smiling.

And for a moment you feel your worries melt away as your shoulders sag in relief at the sight of Tsukishima so carefree and open, only for envy to consume your thoughts about it.

Sure, Kei has been open with you – but not here. Not in public.

You wonder how much you really know him. And the answer does not please you.

You watch as she bids him goodbye at the library entrance, leaving the man searching for you. You’re sitting where he usually sits, all for the sake of the man finding you easily amongst the crowd – and yet, you feel invisible.

Unseen.

Feeling as if you cannot handle your thoughts any longer, you get up and hear the chair scrape against the marble floor as you make a beeline towards the deeper sections of the library, getting lost between the tall bookshelves that tower over you, akin to the shadows your insecurities always cast over you.

—–

Tsukishima waves you down, walking towards you but slows down in confusion as you up and leave without a second look towards the Statistics and Analysis section of the library. Finally putting his bag onto the seat beside you, he wonders if you had ever mentioned taking a course in the said subject…only to come up empty.

Yachi had been kind enough to meet him at the university and drop off some cookies she had baked for everyone, having promised to do the aforementioned activity when they all had a reunion for the 1st years of the Karasuno volleyball team. It had been fun, egging Kageyama and Hinata for a match, all so that they can compare how far they’ve come now. Seeing his friend Yamaguchi was refreshing, to say the least. And when they have egged him to spill the beans about his life, he may or may not have let it slip that he likes someone.

You. You’re that someone.

And even though Tsukishima has a hard time expressing himself, he thought he has shown you how much he cares about you in his own way. But when he sees you walking back and forth in the Archaeology section (for you have walked in pretty deep when you up and left), and when you literally freeze at the sight of him and falter, cowering in on yourself – he’s proven wrong. Yet again.

He hadn’t done jack shit to show you he cares.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Tsukishima, ha. Wasn’t expecting to see you here so early”, you say as you wipe away your eyes. (Had you been crying?)

“Let’s leave, okay? We have a lot to do- “

He pins you against the shelf, careful not to hurt you. You look at him with those pretty, doe eyes of yours and he relaxes a little. It’s just you and him here.

“Let’s talk first, yeah?” Kei wets his lips, gulping down his doubts as he looks at you with such fierceness you’re certain it would’ve scorched you on the spot.

You nod meekly, looking up at him as he towers over you.

“Why are you crying? Did someone do something?” he asks, hoping to narrow down the reason why you may not be feeling your best at the moment.

You shake your head.

“Was it me? Is it something I did?”

You reply, “It’s you. And it’s something you did not do”.

Fuck.

“Okay, what did I not do?” he asks you, and you let go of all inhibitions, letting your feelings take over you instead.

“What you did not do is talk about when we kissed. What you did do is act as if things haven’t changed, because guess what? Things do change when you kiss someone who’s your project partner, genius!”

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “What you did do, however, is act as if everything is so easy for you – studies, the museum, the volleyball when I even struggle to stay afloat. And then without talking it out, you show up thirty minutes late and with a girl I have never seen before in my life!”

Your throat hurts from talking so much, but you applaud yourself mentally for neither losing your cool nor being too loud.

“Do you know how I felt, Kei? What if she’s your girlfriend? What if I’m a home wrecker?” you bemoan into your palms, feeling exhausted and drained after the rant you have went on earlier.

Kei chuckles. That motherfucker fucking laughs at your misery. You’re so going to kill him now-

And then he kisses your forehead, bringing you into his arms once again and holding you tight against him. He begins, “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to worry you. Yachi is just my old schoolmate and yes, we need to talk some more about it. I didn’t mean to worry my beloved senior so much”.

“You mean a lot to me, I swear”, he looks into you, reluctant to break eye contact.

“Really?” you ask in a small voice, timid and tired from the day’s activities already.

“Yeah, you do. That’s why I’m still reading Plato. Ow!”

You playfully punch his arm, your face breaking out into a soft grin that makes Kei’s heart beat just a tad bit faster.

“Want me to prove it to you?” he asks you and you don’t hesitate to take him up on that offer, letting him guide you through the library to make good on his promise.

—-

“Kei, what if someone sees us?” you whine, watching as the man below you lifts you by your thighs with ease, flipping your skirt all the way up to your torso.

Gently sliding your panties to the side, he says, “Who cares?”

“I care, you dummy! Oh, oh! Kei, fuck please!”

You’re forced to silence yourself by covering your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans as you feel him gently kiss your swollen clit, using his fingers to spread your pussy open for him. You can feel the hair at the back of your neck rise up as you gasp at the way his fingers tease you, stroking you softly before entering inside, making you burn at the sudden stretch.

The sound of your pleas are silenced by you hand and Tsukishima (that sly little asshole) takes advantage of your situation – torturing you by hitting all of your weak points. You slump against the shelf behind you, stacked with books of various subjects.

You’d have known which section of the library it was, had you checked and not just blindly followed your shrewd classmate along. His fingers fiddling with your g-spot is making it harder for you to think, curling inside you just right and making your eyes roll back in your head as a result.

Damn him and his hands.

‘Why do I trust him so much?’, you think and if it wasn’t for him, you’re certain your shaky legs would’ve given out long ago.

“I’d have asked you to beg for me, but we don’t want to be caught, do we now?” he asks, as he nuzzles his face deeper and his voice makes everything in you thrum in need. God, it’s pathetic how you’d do anything for him to touch you more.

He looks up at you

Your fingers run wildly through his hair, harshly pulling him closer as he finally (finally!) touches you where you need it the most and you feel your eyes water with tears of pleasure as waves of pleasure shoot through your body in the form of your much-awaited orgasm.

Your arms slack and fall beside you as you heave heavily, greedily inhaling as you slowly come down from your high. Tsukishima lets you down gently as he gets back up, licking his fingers and tasting you on them. You’re unable to look him in the eyes because of it.

“Come back to earth, sweetheart”, he taps your cheek gently, pulling you out of the pleasurable haze you’ve easily lost yourself in.

“Huh?” you ask dumbly, feeling the dopamine work its effects on you.

“We need to work, don’t we? Come along now, I wanna finish up soon with you”.

And if Kei really did drag you back outside with your hand in his, you don’t comment on it – scared that you’ll ruin this moment with him.

“I guess Plato wasn’t wrong about one thing”, Tsukishima speaks, breaking the ambient silence you have been working under for about an hour now.

“Oh? What thing is it, then? What made you concede, o’ great Tsukishima Kei?” you tease him, waiting for his response.

“Soulmates”, he answers, stirring his black coffee with a steel spoon gently.

“Care to elaborate?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“Maybe. Depends on whether you come”.

“Come where?” you ask, genuinely curious about his sudden proposal.

“Come to the match tomorrow”, he mutters out suddenly, intensely gazing at you for a response.

You both have decided to visit the café a few blocks away from the campus so that you can discuss and finalize the details of your project before you submit it. Surprisingly, you had been able to finish up your project after that little ‘escapade’ in the library – much earlier than anticipated.

You splutter out, “I, um-“

“Come see me play”, he almost looks as if he’s excited about it. Is he?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course”, he scratches the crown of his head awkwardly, and oh god, you couldn’t have been more whipped for him than in that moment.

“I just want you to see this part of me too. Want to show you how serious I can be about all that I love. Want to show you I can be serious about you as well, babe”.

“You cringed a little at ‘babe’, didn’t you? Be honest”, you giggle as he grimaces and accepts it, nodding stiffly in response.

“But that’s the tamer and more socially acceptable nicknames”, you reply, happily sipping on the iced coffee Kei reluctantly bought you (He’s apprehensive about letting you consume caffeine in high amounts, to which you can only scoff indignantly in response.)

“Would you prefer I call you sweetheart, senior?” he smirks, and damn your stomach for doing a flip at the term of endearment.

But you recovered quickly by responding, “Hm, maybe if you actually take me out on a date?”

God must’ve been on another realm when he created the man named Tsukishima Kei, because you have never met a person so stubborn and persistent as him. Given how laidback he seems at times; it’s surprising how he can be hung up on one thing for such a long time.

“Attend my match and I’ll think about it”.

You could only roll your eyes at that.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re so screwed. So utterly fucked.

Tsukishima had been gracious enough to inform you about the location of his upcoming match against the rival team. Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, the place he’s supposed to have a match against EJP Raijin.

The fact that the gymnasium is four hours away did not deter you. It only made you more determined to visit your project partner even more.

‘He divided his time between work, uni and volleyball. The least I can do is watch him once’, you think as you swipe your metro card and finally arrive at your destination.

Welcome to Tokyo.

Tsukishima now owes you a proper trip to this city, but first you need to locate where the gymnasium was.

Better hurry up, then.

——-

Unfortunately, traveling to a new place isn’t as picturesque or simple as movies make it out to be. In the bustling streets of Tokyo, it is easy for you to get lost and unable to trace down the original point you have departed from.

You’re lucky you soon found an elderly lady who was nice enough to guide you to a taxi station and you hailed a cab from there onwards.

The fact that you’re cold due to the sudden downpour of rain when the weather man had been certain about a clear sky today did not make it any better for you.

And as you shivered in the backseat of the car, you cannot stop your leg from tapping away on the bottom in anxiety and dreadful despair whenever you take another look at your watch, signifying another minute closer to you missing Kei’s match.

Please let me be on time. I cannot miss this. Not when it’s him.

—-

He’s looking for you everywhere. It’s halftime and he couldn’t spot you because he’s been too nervous to seek you around the bustling crowd earlier. But now he’s not pressured by the need to defend his side of the court and so his eyes scan and loiter throughout the gym, but he’s unable to find you anywhere in the stands.

Where the fuck are you? You’re supposed to be here. By his side.

And he’s supposed to officially ask you out after he wins the match.

But you’re missing, and he wonders if this is a sign he should’ve paid attention to a long time ago.

Maybe he’s been too optimistic about everything.

He’s snapped out of his spiralling thoughts when the crowd cheers all of a sudden and he turns around to see Suna Rintarou making his way through the crowds and the yellowing bleachers, with an arm around your shoulders.

What the actual fuck?

He’s unable to take his eyes off of the pair of you as he watches the middle blocker help you settle down on the seats of front row as he bids you adieu and makes his way over to his team.

Many questions run through his head as the buzzer indicates the end of their break and he gets back into position.

There’s a lot to unpack there regarding you, but first he has to win this game.

For himself.

EJP Raijin loses the match by a small margin.

It’s still amazing to see this happen with your own eyes though.

Even with your limited knowledge about the sport, you’d noticed yourself being on the very edge of your seat as you observed each move, each block, each rally with keen eyes, absorbing everything the match had to offer to you as a viewer.

When Sendai Frogs finally won, you cheered as loudly as you possibly could and ended up attracting the attention of nearby patrons. You didn’t care though.

All you cared about is the fact that he won. His team won. And you got to watch it.

You couldn’t have been prouder about it.

But as you wait for him to arrive near the exit gates, he never comes. Visitors, players and even management have left you behind, opting to leave the gym empty save for you and a few of Kei’s teammates – who are well on their way of leaving the place as well.

You’re lucky enough to nab one of them and after further bugging, he’s kind enough to reveal that Tsukishima’s still in the locker room and he might take a shower soon.

Thanking him, you hurriedly make your way to the lockers assigned to their team for the day. Sighing in relief, you finally make your way towards the mop of blond hair and call out his name, only to stop short when he fails to respond or acknowledge you.

“Kei?” you call out again, feeling yourself shrink in on yourself.

“What?” he scoffs out, turning to face you and you notice he’s yet to freshen up.

“Done getting cosy with Raijin’s blocker? Is that why you’re back here with me? Did he leave you hanging how you left me?”

Okay. Pissed is an understatement.

This man is furious at you.

—-

“I was late, but I didn’t miss your game, Tsukishima!” you yell out, desperate to stop the man in his stride out of the locker room.

“I saw you play. I saw you focused, serious and so devoted today! I saw you and your passion towards volleyball!”

“And?” the man asks, his narrowed eyes ready to judge you for whatever you’re about to offer him as a response.

“And? What else do you want me to say?”

“Explain why I saw you enter with Suna Rintarou of all people? After half-time no less?” his eyes narrowed as they pierced through you, dissecting your very being for sensing any foul play or tricks you might have up your sleeves.

“I-“

“You know what? Save it. I’d rather not hear your half-assed excuse”, he snaps back, brown eyes glowing with anger at you.

Indignant at his casual dismissal of you, you grab him by the collar so that he’s at your height and finally speak through gritted teeth:

“Listen here, you little shit. I did not come from Sendai all the way here by wasting four hours of my life, got lost in Tokyo all on my own and had to take Suna-san’s help so that I could actually watch you play, only for you to act like an insecure little bitch about it. Especially not when you’re not even dating me. Go it?”

He gulps audibly, feeling the sweat from the match earlier cool down on his skin. Despite the height difference, he can feel the aura you’re emanating and damn, he should not be feeling this way when you’re seconds away from skinning him alive.

“Did anyone tell you how hot you are when you’re angry?” he quips, and he watches as you implode in on yourself and splutter for a coherent comeback.

“You’re unbelievable, Tsukishima. I’m done”, with that said, you walk away only to be pulled back by the man as he kisses you fervently.

It’s clumsy and your teeth are knocking together with his, but you feel your anger dissipate at his actions. Pushing him away so your burning lungs can catch a break, you fan yourself with eyes gazing the floor (for you’re scared they might give away how you feel about him) and retort, “God, Tsukishima. Why are you acting like a heathen? Don’t you know it’s bad manners to kiss someone without wooing them first?”

When your eyes meet his again, his eyes are alight with need and a need so animalistic that it scares you. Stumbling a few steps back, you watch as Kei eyes you like a prey worth the long chase. And just as you feel like you may need to leave before he devours you whole, your back crashes against the wall.

The distance between you and him is covered swiftly, thanks to his impatient stride and greedy soul. You’re forced to look up at him when he tilts your chin so he can take a long hard look at you and your flushed state. You’re not doing okay, and it’s because of one sarcastic man named Tsukishima Kei.

“Nowhere to run off to, senior?” he eggs you on with the rhetorical question, and your mouth dries up as you attempt to muster up a response that shuts his smug self up good. Before you can, you hear footsteps approaching and panic, looking at your partner for an apt idea.

He scoffs, pulling you by your hand as he guides you deeper inside and closes the door behind him. The cool tiles and the showerhead above gives away the fact that you’re in the showers…. with a man, no less. Well, that’s one way to do it.

“Why drag me in here, Kei?” you whisper harshly, finding it hard to focus when his hands start trailing down. You gasp as his fingers rub you under your skirt (which you have worn in an indescribable high where you felt brave enough to wear something adorable and yet revealing) and he’s taking advantage of the fact very well.

“Why? I want to have my fun with you too, y’know? Or are you wishing it was someone else?” he asks, his lips soon finding themselves kissing your neck, teeth dragging harshly at your weak spots and marking you as his for the moment.

“F-fuck, Kei. Listen-“ you whimper as he marks your skin jagged with his canines and feel the hair at the back of your neck rise up when you hear footsteps approach and stop short right in front of the cubicle you’re trapped in.

“Someone in here?” an unfamiliar voice calls out, and it takes everything in you to not moan out loud when Tsukishima slides your panties to the side and starts playing with your clit gently.

“Uh, it’s me. Tsukishima”, he responds but his eyes are pinning you down and watching each and every expression you make at his ministrations.

“How long will you take? Coach was thinking about treating us out for the win”, his teammate responds jovially, totally unaware of what’s going on at the other side of the door.

“Uh…”, he pretends to think hard, only to take this time as an opportunity to shove two of his fingers inside your soft walls, groaning at the way you clench tightly around them.

“You okay, Kei?” he asks, and you almost correct him because Kei isn’t fond of many people using his first name. The only time people can use it is when they’re either his parents, or they’re someone who’s taking his long fingers in them like a champ.

“I think I’m a little under the weather, senpai. Mind if I leave early?” he asks, curling his fingers just right as he watches you twitch under his touch.

“Sure thing. Just clean up a bit and leave soon, yeah? The security might make a round before closing up”, the other man responds, and you let out a sigh of relief as you hear his footsteps retreat.

“Focus on me, pretty one”, he coos, tapping your cheek gently to get your attention.

“Not enough”, you try to ride his fingers but the position isn’t advantageous to your attempt and Kei almost smiles at the way you pout, whining as he slows down and your orgasm fades away to nothing.

“I know”, he responds as he undresses himself, removing his shirt in seconds.

You’re left gaping at how lithe and pretty he is – soft, pale and unblemished skin is begging for you to leave your mark on it. You can already imagine how pretty he’ll look with thin angry nail marks down his back and his chest covered in red and possessive hickeys.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, not expecting to see such a sight today of all days. Maybe you should’ve read the astrology column in the newspaper today before you left for Tokyo.

“Undressing, duh”, he speaks as if it’s obvious.

Which it is.

“I can see that but why?”

“Well, you want to cum, don’t you?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at you.

You respond, oddly timid for somehow who’s gone almost all the way with the man standing in front of you.

“Yeah….but-“

“Then, you better cum on my cock, baby”, he whispers, kissing your forehead gently before asking:

“So, can you take off your clothes or shall I do the honors? We need to clean up and leave before security finds us in a compromising position, y’know.”

And you’ll be damned before you let your beloved junior one up you.

And so, you move forward as you undress yourself slowly and wait for him to let you make the next move.

NOTE - DO NOT CROSS-POST OR RECOMMEND MY WORKS TO ANYONE WHO’S UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND IS NOT INTO EROTICA. DO NOT USE MY FICS FOR COMMERCIAL USE W/O MY PERMISSION.

[newtonsheffield]

I just read menace and girl you keep on drawing me into this universe more and more every week. I loved it so much!!!!!

I was wondering if you could give us a little snip IG of what their first kiss was like through Anthony’s POV.

Oh Anthonyyyyyyy. The poor Boy. He was feeling a lot of feelings and he had no idea how to process them. He was basically just throwing his heart at Kate every time she walked past. Like Hello Kate I love you would you like to marry me?!

So here's their (Very dramatic) first kiss from Anthony's POV

Anthony had been nervous to see Kate after the newspaper article, and is conversation with his mother, following which he'd resolved to be open to Kate, to show her how he felt, even if he couldn't bring himself to tell her just yet. He had no idea how Kate had even reacted to the article, though he'd typed a message to her probably a hundred times yesterday afternoon and then erased it Hi Kate, Do you want to get a drink and talk?

Whether through her design or not he didn't see her until after lunch, when he walked through the foyer, the sight of her talking with Gregory, her eyes rolling at whatever he was saying making his breath catch in his throat. And then her eyes flicked to his, his stomach churning uncomfortably, and she immediately spun on her heel and started marching back towards her office, her heels clicking on the floorboards. Anthony bit back a sigh, So she had been avoiding him. Anthony's chest ached.

"Miss Sheffield, might I see you in my office?" Anthony called out lightly to her retreating back. He could feel the curious eyes of their coworkers trained on him, his heart thundering. And perhaps, attempting to trap her in his office before he asked her to go to dinner with him wasn't the best idea, but it was the only one he had, cursing himself for the desperation burning in his chest. And she brushed him off. And he walked away from Lucy's desk and her curious eyes trying not to feel the sting of her rejection.

He'd stood in the sushi restaurant pouring over their menu for far too long wondering what Kate would like. God, what if she had food allergies and he accidentally killed her?! That would hardly endear him to her, death was rather final really. He'd nervously walked through the hall, relieved to see the light still on in her office. Practicing the speech he'd been rehearsing all day Kate, I know we got off too a very rocky start, but I was such an idiot, you're incredible, and so smart and beautiful and I would be very honoured if you would consider going out with me on a real date. He took a deep breath as he made his way through her door. And then he buggered it all up. Whatever he said just wasn't right her hackles raised and he just couldn't fucking say what he wanted too with her looking so... Kate. Suddenly they were chest to chest his own temper flaring, her rejection stinging at him as she finished her tirade

"Just stay away from me!"

“Well I’m sorry the thought of being around me is so absolutely repugnant to you Kate, I really am. I’m just trying to be civil but apparently that’s too much to expect from either of us. What do you want from me? When I engage with you I’m ‘insufferable’ and when I ignore your belligerence and disgust, I’m unbearable. You can’t have it both ways Kate!” His voice was shaking, his chest aching as the words ripped angrily from him, her eyes widening with surprise as he stepped closer, he back hitting the edge of the desk as he crowded her against her desk, their chests moving in time. And god, the heat of her body felt so good against his, her eyes staring into his, drawing him in again, her mouth slightly open as she fought to maintain her control, and she looked so wild and the scent of her was intoxicating, and Anthony couldn't stop himself from pulling her tight against him as his lips claimed hers.

And jesus if Anthony had died right then and there, he would have died a happy man. The monster in his chest was roaring in delight at the feel of his lips moving against hers, her hands finding his hair and tugging lightly as her tongue met his in a filthy tangle. A moan rose from her throat, a growl rising in his own chest, his heart fluttering manically in delight and god she felt like heaven as she started to relax against him. And then she was gone, pushing firmly against his chest, stepping around him, Anthony collapsing against the edge of her desk at the sudden loss of contact.

“No. No! I can’t- I have to go!” Kate said, looking thoroughly disheveled, her hair even wilder than usual, her already full lips even fuller, her eyes bright. And God she looked incredible. "Kate-" He started, his voice like gravel, intent on reaching across the room to pull her back to him, and beg her to stay with him. Whatever she wanted he would do, he would change anything about himself just to keep her. But before he could even take a step she'd frantically shaken her head at him, her eyes desperate, grabbed her bag and coat and practically sprinted from the room.

Anthony collapsed against her desk, his heart still beating frantically, anger and frustration at how poorly he'd handled everything burning in his chest, tears stinging at his eyes along with the rejection. "Fuck!" He hissed furiously, closing his eyes, the look in her eyes staring back at him as he did, and something deep inside him knew he'd never be able to stop thinking about how she'd felt against him, even if it was something he'd stolen from her. Something he didn't deserve.

Sorry! Got a little carried away!

[suganovakawa]

i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺

[whatiwillsay]

off topic - let’s talk about gaylena 👀

selena gomez is one of taylor’s oldest and bestest friends and given that she is in the 22 liner notes, a huge part of taylor’s life, and maybe fruity herself it seems like possibly we don’t talk about her here at the blog enough!

i don’t want to do a timeline of selena and taylor’s friendship - you can read more about that here, but they met back in the day when they were both dating jonas brothers and to me this idea of finding a real friendship in the midst of these contrived promances is pretty adorable.

ofc most of y’all think taylor is a fruit basket but i think there’s a good chance that selena is too!  i’m not saying she is for sure but y’all know me.  i’’m here to make a compelling case that everyone and their dog is gay so let’s gooooo! 

Part I - At least one fake rs!  

Selena “dated” Taylor Lautner in 2009 and he’s definitely gay.  Of course, that doesn’t mean she is, it could just be PR, but y’all know I gotta note everything!  We stan our fruity bffs dating the same gays 😍

Part II - Selena x cara delevingne

i feel like there’s a chance they met through taylor but everyone in that squad adjacent circle knows one another.  cara dated michelle rodriguez for the first half of 2014 and then got with annie clark in March 2015 but it feels like it’s possible something has gone on between her and Selena from summer 2014 - early 2015? ...maybe something casual on and off a bit?

August 2014 - Steamy pics surface in Saint-Tropez, France

Selena and and a freshly single Cara vacation together in part to celebrate Selena’s 22nd birthday.

They party together and look cozy!

Pictures such as this surface and spark rumors around the two:

Selena apparently loves the rumors and gushes about being shipped with Cara.

Quote:

You say Selena drag queens were the true measure of success for you. But isn’t it true that you’re not truly famous until you’ve been the subject of a gay rumor? And last year, the tabloids had a field day with photos of you and Cara Delevingne. I’ve made it!

How did you react to those rumors? Honestly, I loved it. I didn’t mind it. Especially because they weren’t talking about other people in my life for once, which was wonderful. Honestly, though, she’s incredible and very open and she just makes me open. She’s so fun and she’s just extremely adventurous, and sometimes I just want that in my life, so I didn’t mind it. I loved it.

Notice she doesn’t deny them?  Now of course she could just be being cool, if she freaked out about it that might be even weirder but hey, it’s still kind of interesting.

Then she admits to questioning her sexuality???

Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Oh, I think everybody does, no matter who they are. I do, yeah, of course. Absolutely. I think it’s healthy to gain a perspective on who you are deep down, question yourself and challenge yourself; it’s important to do that.

(Selena btw, this is cool and all, but not everybody questions their sexuality, maybe you’re just gay 👀)

November 1 - LACMA Art + Film Gala 

they even left the event together 👀

and they hung out earlier that day as well:

They were seen the next day partying for Kendall Jenner’s bday singing to her:

a few weeks later Cara tweets Selena’s lyrics!

In December 2014 they are travelling together in texas:

in january 2015 they get cozy at the golden globes together!

and they leave together again:

January 19th/20th a bunch of gay nonsense happens

They post this gay shit with matching shoes and linked fingers:

then they say this to one another:

Enty says they were hooking up!

then we don’t get any more content that i can find for about six months! perhaps they had a fling from summer 2014-jan 2015 and then it ends, Cara gets with Annie in March?  Then after half a year apart Selena and Cara resume a friendly relationship?  Perhaps!  Selena is seen with Justin a bit off and on during this time but this was in their Style/Heat Death Era imo (tbh i probably shouldn’t give a hetty pairing including Justin that designation 🤢but y’all get what I’m saying - it’s fully possible Selena was hooking up with both of them!

Now I’m not super familiar with Selena’s discography so y’all lmk if I’m missing anything major - lyric wise that point to her not being straight.

Selena’s album Revival that comes out after this relationship has a few songs with some vibes, even though I get the feeling a lot of it is probably about Justin, allow me to reach.  The title track could be translated as someone coming to terms with their sexuality (among other things):

I feel like I've awakened lately The chains around me are finally breaking I've been under self-restoration I've become my own salvation Showing up, no more hiding, hiding The light inside me is bursting, shining It's my, my, my time to butterfly

Good for you, imo, is too sexy to be about a man even if it’s not super queer lyrically it’s a vibe ok?

Me & My Girls might be a bestie anthem a la 22 (oh wait, no 22 was gay too) but I mean...could be about a girl gang of lesbians too!

And if we want it, we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it I know we're making you thirsty You want us all in the worst way But you don't understand I don't need a man 

Quinn Fabray indeed!

Nobody feels probably like a retrospective on Justin 🙄but...there is a hint of sapphic craving in there!  Saying this particular lover loves them differently than everyone is a bit 👀 plus this stanza:

No oxygen, can barely breathe My darkest sin, you've raised release And it's all because of you, all because of you And I don't know what it is, but you've pulled me in No one compares, could ever begin To love me like you do And I wouldn't want them to

Is Perfect about some bitch Justin started dating?  Probably but bear with me here this song is actually pretty fucking gay.  Gay enough that I’m gonna add it to one of my gay playlists.  Could this song actually be about Cara moving on to Annie?

Ooh, and I bet she has it all Bet she's beautiful like you, like you And I bet she's got that touch Makes you fall in love, like you, like you

I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips Maybe I should be more like her Maybe I should be more like her I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too And she's perfect And she's perfect

Part III - Selena x Julia Michaels

Julia Michaels is a singer/songwriter known for her song Issues.  I don’t know her sexuality but she at the least has gay vibes!  It seems they met around this time perhaps because Julia wrote on Revival.

They have a friendly enough friendship for a few years, liking one another’s posts on IG from time to time, posing for a photo a time or two and then they seem to get swept up into this very intense friendship in 2019.  They write some music together and Julia goes whole hog in promoting the shoe brand Selena is hawking this time 😭

2019 - The Superior Sapphic Jelena Timeline:

It starts, for some reason with a lot of shoe promotion:

chill, chill

more shoes

but more gayness?

this homo shit

ok...

Then we go into the REALLY GAY NOVEMBER OF 2019:

Then they perform together:

And...actually kiss...on the mouth on stage???

Sure it’s just a peck but still...if that were a guy people would say they were dating.  

Somehow kissing on the mouth isn’t the gayest thing these girls do over this period because these fucking dykes got matching tattoos.  I’ve read enough Larry blogs to know this actually means they’re secretly married.  All jokes aside this is fruity behavior. 

From their IG stories:

Selena gets Julia a very nice christmas gift:

Covid sets in and content drops off but god damn!  It’s possible they just had an intense friendship but if a man and a woman collabed on music together, kissed in public, and got matching tattoos everyone would say they were dating!

Selena, as far as I can find, didn’t have any public boyfriends around this time so who are some of these love songs about?

Rare comes out in January 2020 and perhaps has some gayish songs?

Don’t tell me why but boyfriend lowkey, has a gay vibe.  Don’t ask me to explain it but it’s just the musicality of it.

Crowded Room could be a love song for Julia?  (or by Julia for Selena, since they’re collaborators?)

Baby, it's just me and you Baby, it's just me and you Just us two Even in a crowded room Baby, it's just me and you, yeah

These are general gay vibes, our secret moments in a crowded room tease

It started polite, out on thin ice 'Til you came over to break it I threw you a line and you were mine

It would have started out polite between them, since they worked together for years before whatever 2019 was happened.  And throwing someone a line first of all makes Selena sound like the aggressor but also “throwing someone a line” could be a reference to writing songs together.

Yeah, I was afraid, but you made it safe I guess that is our combination Said you feel lost, well, so do I So won't you call me in the morning? I think that you should call me in the morning If you feel the same, 'cause

Lots of people are afraid at the beginning of a gay rs.  Treacherous tease 👀

In summation!

Selena does gay stuff like fantasizing ab kissing other women in her music, getting very touchy with famous dykes on vacay, hangs out with Taylor Swift, has chronic mental health issues, dated a jonas brother and a twilight gay, has admitted to questioning her sexuality, and loves being shipped with women.  Is she gay?  I don’t know!   But all she’s missing from her celesbian bingo card is a suspiciously intense friendship with a Glee Cast member! What do you guys think?  Selena fruity or just weird?

Edit to add: so apparently I missed an entire ship and Selena supposedly acted really gay all the time with her backup dancer Charity Baroni.  Exposing SMG has posted a lot about all that.

Also Selena has been cast in a gay role! edit to add: @bisluthq went and found this for me - julia is indeed a fruit queen

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*crscks knuckles* hmmm. story idea: boga jr going to the vet for something other than Eating Things She Really Shouldn’t Eat™️

Hope you don't mind I took forever but I hadn't forgotten!! Have some misadventures of the clan's best girl.

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Din waited, trying not to glance anxiously at the setting sun and the encroaching dusk.  Kuiil ushered the last few children inside while IG-11 paused next to him.  “We are still missing Y-0.”

“I know,” snapped Din, harsher than he meant.  He evened out his voice before saying, “Boga Jr. should’ve brought him back by now.”

IG-11 whirred faintly, then said, “They are out of range of my scanners.”

“The hell are they doing that far away?” Din growled.  He set his own HUD to tracking mode before marching off.  “I’m going after them.  Help Kuiil with the others.”

“Affirmative,” IG-11 said before Din was too far away to hear him and the other usual noises that came with putting a hundred small children to bed.  They would be defiant without him there to smooth things along; they always wanted him present even if he had help.  But first he had to locate his eldest son and his pet varactyl.

What on earth could be taking them so long?  Yod’ika knew better than to wander so far and he usually didn’t; he used to be a terror at bedtime but now he always took pride in being well-behaved and a leader for his brothers.  And he adored Boga Jr. and was usually willing to let her round him up and carry him back home.  Boga Jr. herself was faster than any creature had any right to be, so the delay probably wasn’t her.  Din picked up his pace, worry starting to prickle in the back of his throat.

His HUD highlighted tracks in the area - familiar varactyl tracks pacing and circling around from Boga Jr.’s earlier efforts to pick up the kids and probably her own wanderings, since she rarely went in a straight line unless it was for food.  But as soon as he had the thought, a line of tracks broke away in a beeline into the forest, and his HUD informed him these were the most recent.  Was she pursuing Yod’ika?  Her pace looked fast; what had drawn her attention, and why had his son gone so far away from the usual area he played in anyway?

He barely had time to consider the questions before a shriek echoed through the forest and was answered by a familiar varactyl’s cry.

Din bolted through the forest after the sound, following Boga’s rapid tracks.  His HUD highlighted broken branches both on the ground and above but he didn’t stop to study them, only following the path that had been cleared.  The animal cries got louder and then he heard a sound that made his heart stop:  Yod’ika crying in fear.

“Yod’ika!” he shouted, barreling on ahead, barely making a sudden turn in the trampled brush and skidding to a halt to see Boga Jr. crouched low, her side bleeding from vicious scratches, a massive avril bird shrieking and trying to swoop low to attack her.

Din didn’t hesitate; his blaster was out and unloaded into the damn bird before it could get Boga Jr. again.  The creature gave a last shriek of rage before crumpling to the ground; Din barely paused to check his HUD to make sure it was dead before rushing over to Boga Jr., who whined piteously as she collapsed on the ground.

“Shh, girl, shh,” he soothed as she cried for attention, long slashes on her side weeping blood and he saw more on her face when she tried to jump up to him.  “Shh, shh,” he said, petting her neck.  “Good girl, shh.  Where’s -”

Yod’ika popped out from under a fallen log, his face streaked with tears.  “Dad!” he wailed, running right to Din.

“Yod’ika!”  Din scooped him up, looking for any sign of injury.  “Are you hurt?!”

“Boga Jr.’s hurt, Dad!” cried Yod’ika.  “That big bird tried to get me and she grabbed me and ran and it - it -”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” said Din, rubbing his head.  “The bird’s dead now.”

“She’s hurt, Dad,” sniffled Yod’ika.  “She wouldn’t let it get me, and she hid me and it hurt her!”

Boga Jr. whined piteously, trying to get up again.  Din shushed her, gently pressing her back down.  He considered asking Yod’ika to help her, but the poor boy was already in tears and so upset he was shaking; he would have trouble using his powers, and only feel worse if he couldn’t heal her.  “IG-11,” he said instead, activating a channel in his comm directly to the droid.  At least Kuiil’s insistence that he install it was finally proving useful.

“Acknowledged,” said the droid’s tinny voice.

“I need the village wagon sent to our location.  Boga Jr. is injured.  And tell Kuiil I’m gonna need his help with her.”

“Affirmative,” said IG-11.

Boga Jr. squalled again, trying to get up.  “No, girl, lay down,” said Din, but as she rolled over he saw another massive gash on her opposite shoulder, bleeding bad.  He pulled his cloak off, pressing it to the wound and helping her settle more comfortably.  She lay her head in his lap, her head feathers twitching and her tongue lolling.

“She’s gonna be okay, right, Dad?” asked Yod’ika in a small voice.

“I’m gonna take good care of her,” Din promised.

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It was over a quarter-hour and it was dark in the woods before the dim light of the lantern finally showed through the trees.  Yod’ika was still quivering in fear, jumping at every sound and asking again and again if Boga Jr. was gonna be okay.  Din did his best to reassure him and ignore his own doubts, lest Yod’ika sense them with his magic and become more frightened.  But it was hard to remain optimistic when his rambunctious, energetic varactyl was laying on his lap, trembling and bleeding and panting hard.

“We’re here,” Din called to make sure they would be found, and in moments the wagon arrived with Kuiil and Omera on it.  Omera jumped down as soon as she saw them.  “Oh, what happened?!”

“Avril bird tried to snatch Yod’ika.  Boga Jr. protected him,” said Din.  “She’s hurt bad.”

“Show me,” said Kuiil, kneeling down.

Din did, passing Yod’ika over to Omera; luckily the little one went without protest, clinging to Omera’s woven collar.  Kuiil frowned deeply as he looked at the wounds.  “These are deep.  Are the bird’s claws poisonous?”

“I’m not sure,” said Omera.  “They rarely come in this region; they’re usually further north.  I’ll have to alert the surrounding settlements in case more migrate this way.”

“Yes,” Din agreed absently, trying not to picture more of those massive birds swooping down on his boys.  He looked at Kuiil instead.  “Can you help her?”

“Yes, but we need to take her back to my place,” said Kuiil.  “Let’s get her on the wagon.  Support her as much as you can.”

“Come on, girl.  Here,” Din said, patting the wagon.  Normally she would leap up and possibly bowl them all over in her eagerness to follow the command, but now she cried in pain as she tried to get up and collapsed back to the ground.

Din went over, crouching beside her.  “Come on, good girl,” he said, putting a hand under her injured front leg.  “Up.  Up, girl.”

Boga Jr. whined but looked at him trustingly and managed to stand with his help, whimpering as she stepped forward.  “Jate, good girl,” Din encouraged her, helping her limp over to the wagon.  He and Kuiil lifted her enough to get her up, where she collapsed, breathing hard.

“Easy, easy,” said Kuiil, gently patting her head, while Din picked up her tail and laid it on the wagon.  “Let’s go,” he said.

They all walked to allow the wagon to move as quickly as it could manage.  Yod’ika was quiet, still clinging to Omera, and Kuiil was too, clearly already deep in thought as he studied Boga Jr.’s wounds.  Din stroked her head and her uninjured back, all the spots she liked, trying to make her even a little bit comfortable.  That bird had been huge and certainly the type to swoop down and snatch up prey; little Yod’ika would have looked like the perfect snack.  Boga Jr. had certainly saved his life.

“Good girl, Boga Jr., good girl,” he said again, stroking her head feathers, and she chirped weakly at him, trying to lift her head.

“No, stay down.”  Din gently kept her in place.  “There’s a good girl.  You’re going to be all right.”

It seemed like far too long before they made it back to the village.  “I can help IG-11 look after the children,” offered Omera.

“Please,” said Din gratefully.

“But Dad, I want to stay with you,” whined Yod’ika, right on cue as Din had suspected.

He stepped away from Boga Jr. for just a moment to pat Yod’ika’s head.  “You were very brave, but right now I need you to go back to the house.  I have to take care of Boga Jr.; she needs me right now the most.  You understand?  You will be safe in the house.  IG-11 and Omera won’t let anything get you.”

Yod’ika looked like he might argue, but a glimpse at Boga Jr. and he nodded.

“Jate,” said Din, patting his head, and he hurried to go with Kuiil to take Boga Jr. the short distance to his little farm.

The blurrgs were grouped in their pasture, rumbling in sleep, and Din walked with Kuiil to the barn the village had all helped him construct.  Together they both got Boga Jr. off the wagon and onto the straw-strewn floor.  Din could already tell she seemed weaker, and there were streaks of dark blood over the wagon.  “Can you help her?” he asked Kuiil.

“I will do everything I can,” he said, already pulling out his animal medkit from a shelf to the side.  “See if you can get her to lay so I can reach as much of her wounds as possible.  We won’t want to make her move too much.”

It seemed like an impossible task; Boga Jr. was badly scratched on both sides.  Din managed to get her to lay on her belly and stretch out, even though the poor varactyl whined and whimpered every time Din adjusted her.  She clearly wanted to curl up and lick her wound, but Din wouldn’t let her and she obeyed, looking up at him with huge trusting eyes.  “Good girl,” he told her over and over again, “there’s a good girl, Boga Jr.”

She tried to jump away when Kuiil started probing her shoulder wound, yelping in pain.  Din got the air knocked out of him by her beak jabbing into his stomach but stayed still, readjusting her head in his lap.  “Shh, it’s okay, he’s helping.  Shh.”

“I would give her a sedative but I don’t know how it would affect her.  It is for blurrgs,” said Kuiil.  “Try and keep her still.  I need to get any debris out, and medicate it.  This one is too big to stitch but I may be able to do some of the others.”

Din tried.  But Boga Jr. didn’t want to stay still.  She was clearly in so much pain, and kept looking up at Din and opening her beak to make a strange high-pitched trill he hadn’t heard before.  “What?” he asked, putting her head back in his lap for the dozenth time.  “It’s okay, I know it hurts.”

“It sounds rather like the sound new-hatched blurrgs make,” Kuiil commented, not looking up from his work.  “They call their mothers with it.”

Boga Jr. trilled again, looking up at Din pleadingly.

He stroked her head and red feathers, careful of her wounds.  “It’s okay, I’m here, I won’t leave you.”

He talked to her the whole time, hand on her head or neck where he could reach to pet her, telling her she was a good girl and she’d done so good taking care of Yod’ika and he wasn’t leaving her.  Kuiil kept working, and she still flinched and squirmed a bit, but every time she trilled Din patted her more and told her she was okay, and she settled enough for Kuiil to work.

“I have done what I can,” Kuiil said finally, checking her over one last time.  “The bleeding has stopped and I could stitch most of the bad ones, but we will still have to watch all of them for infection.  She needs rest now.”

Din nodded.  Boga Jr. seemed half-asleep by now anyway.  Carefully he wiggled out from under her head and lay it on the barn floor, sweeping straw under her for better padding.  Boga Jr. chirred weakly but didn’t stir.

“It is warm enough, so I will leave the blurrgs outside so they don’t bother her,” said Kuiil.  “I will check her in the night and first thing in the morning, and I will comm you if I need you.  No doubt Yod’ika has told the tale and the little ones are all worried about her.”

“No doubt,” Din said, and was about to thank Kuiil when a high trilling wail sounded from the barn.

Kuiil was saying something but Din didn’t catch it as he rushed back inside.  “Boga Jr.!” he shouted.  “Boga Jr., what’s wrong?”

She was laying on the ground, still looking terrible and weak, but she’d lifted her head and was wailing as loud as she could.  As soon as she saw him she tried to struggle to her feet and scoot over to him at the same time.

“No, girl, stay!” Din ordered as he dropped down beside her, trying to nudge her into laying back down.  “Down, Boga Jr., down!”

She obeyed, but turned so she could drop her head back in his lap, trilling softly with her big eyes fixed on him.

Din sighed.  He usually got that look from one of his 101 sons, but it shouldn’t surprise him that the varactyl that wasn’t supposed to be a pet but had been adopted anyway had picked up some habits from her clan mates.  “Okay, okay,” Din said, stroking her ruby head feathers.  “It’s all right, girl, I’ll stay.”

She wiggled closer, draping her large forearms over his legs too and settling in his lap more comfortably.  Din sighed, but leaned back against a sack of feed and Boga Jr. curled up close, just like she liked to do in his bed at night, her eyes already drooping closed.

Kuiil was watching him with a determinedly unfathomable and not at all amused expression.  “I will explain the situation to the others.  Comm me if you need assistance or she seems to worsen.”

“Thank you,” Din said, making a mental note to do a full restock on blurrg and mechanical supplies next time he did a supply run.  Kuiil nodded and left.

Din absently stroked Boga Jr.’s head, soothing her to sleep, as he also thought about where to get high quality varactyl treats.  Or maybe this particular incident, just this once, deserved a little bit of people food.

“Good girl,” he said softly to the dozing varactyl in his lap.  “You’re a very good girl, Boga Jr.”

[ellewords]

Hiiii! I don't know if it's late for sending this, but I kinda wanted to share this. I'm so sorry if it's long or something... I really hope you enjoy it.

You see, the thought of wedding began to swim in my head since I was 6. I know it's too early for that, but idk why. I always dreamt of getting married, having a lavish wedding ceremony... I used to wear my mother's white chiffon scarf as a veil with my white dress which I used to wear when I was 3 or 4 (It was so tight!). But there would be a huge smile on my face.

As I got older, I realised I can't wear a white gown on my wedding day. As a Bangladeshi, I have to wear red saree with gold jewellery, which aren't bad, but I lowkey want to wear a white gown with a pretty veil, holding a beautiful bouquet of different flowers. Just thinking myself seeing in one makes me smile. When I went to Melbourne and was outside for shopping, I'd stop in front of a store that sold wedding gowns. I'd just stare wistfully at them.

One day, out of nowhere, a thought crossed my mind. I'm in a beautiful white dress that I saw on pinterest, walking down the aisle... and in the end of the aisle, Sugawara is standing, wearing a fancy three piece suit. He looks at me and... time just stops. Tear begins to roll down his cheeks... mine too. When I get there, he holds my hand, still crying, he says how he's elated that I'm with him. And I just 🥺

I know it got a bit self indulgent, but I couldn't help myself, because it's Sugawara. And I literally become like Monica from "Friends" when it comes to wedding. Like I have a pinboard full of ideas, wedding playlists, I've also decided what kind of invitations I want for my wedding...

I think I rambled enough. Have a beautifully nice day!

— from elle ! hi hi,, nope you're not too late :) there isn't really a deadline for this, you can pretty much send in stuff any time you want so no worries ! self-indulgent is also perfectly fine, reading what you sent in made me smile and ig part of the appeal of fanfic (and writing in general) is the escapism and imagining yourself in all these different scenarios. anyways, quick lil walking down the aisle drabble feat. a f!reader under the cut (as usual). tysm for this and i hope you are having a wonderful day. <3

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“calm down, everything’s going to be fine.” asahi tried to reassure, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder in a futile attempt to make him relax.

suga was currently sweating buckets, wringing his hands together in complete and utter nervousness. the ceremony was meant to start in just a couple of minutes and various questions invaded his mind: what if something goes wrong? what if you end up regretting saying yes to his proposal? what if you resent him for the rest of your lives? what if you don’t show up at all?

his train of thought was cut off by daichi shaking his shoulders, snapping him out of his trance once and for all, “the ceremony is about to start any second and you look like you’re about to run away—”

suga’s eyes widened, immediately cutting off his best man, “what? no i would never even think of doing that? do i really look that freaked out?”

“you do,” daichi laughed, shaking his head at suga, “but you love her, don’t you?”

“more than i can even imagine.”

“and she loves you,” daichi smiled, “you’re about to marry the love of your life. seconds from now, she’s going to walk through those doors and you’re going to ask yourself what you were so nervous for in the first place.”

suga nodded, letting out a breath. the beating of his heart was still as loud as it had been, maybe even more as he began to hear the familiar tune of a piano playing. but at least the butterflies in his stomach begin to settle, keeping his hands folded in front of him as the wedding party walked down the aisle.

the smile on his face widens as the flower girls walk down, throwing petals in each and every possible direction — some even threw them directly at the guests. of course, the crowd only cooed at them, thinking it was absolutely adorable. suga also gives quick little high five to the ring bearer after he had given them to best man, those who looked on swooned at the sweet little gesture.

the piano’s tune changes, the wedding march plays. the doors open to reveal you.

suga’s smile falters, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he muttered out a quiet, “woah.”

time stops; everyone and everything is an afterthought to you walking towards him. his entire world is making her way to where he was, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers, in the most beautiful dress. you glowed, a smile on your face and a couple of escaping the corners of your eyes. the music has been reduced to a whisper that played in the back of his mind, the crowd nothing but a hazy blur. you’re the only thing in the room worth taking in at the moment.

suga wasn’t even aware that he had begun crying until daichi hands him a handkerchief, “told you so, buddy.”

you finally take your place in front of him, handing your bouquet to your maid of honor. your knees feel like they’re about to give in, seeing suga with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, taking in every single inch of you.

“hi.” you whispered, unsure of what exactly to say. there’s nothing but silence, that and shaky breathing and the pounding of your hearts. this is actually happening, there’s no turning back now.

suga takes your hands in his, thumbs gently brushing over the back of your hand, like he was trying to make sure that you were real; that you weren’t plucked straight out of his dreams, that any moment he’d wake up. he smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the process, “i'm the luckiest person on the planet.”

“no, i am.”

suga chuckled, shaking his head. daichi was right, what was he so nervous for in the first place? especially when there’s no one else he’d rather wait for at the end of the aisle. 

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[helliontherapscallion]

omg pls share the story abt the lecture from that girl’s dad (only if u feel like it) but seriously ppl it’s not that hard to put a mask on to help the spread of a virus. just wear it, it keeps u safe. and for the ppl who don’t care then just wait til it affects u, bcs covid isn’t a game. I just wish ppl were more serious abt it

Ok so sit down and buckle up kiddos and grab some snacks bc this is a helluva ride

Little background info: I have been a section leader for both my junior and senior years now. When the new freshmen came in my first year of being section leader I was hyped as hell. And then this new freshman whips out a lighter and lights it WHILE WE’RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL MIGHT I ADD with a straight face looking off into the distance before we ask her to put it away. She also always has a pocket knife on her that we found on the ground during band camp. I’ll call her POS. 

I tried to like POS I really did, but then she turned out to be a bigoted racist asshole (she also drinks deer blood straight from the corpse and simps over jeffery dahmer so even more red flags). It was extremely hard for me to treat her like I did with the other people in my section, but I managed to treat her the same as the other people and avoided her for the most part (thank god she wasn’t in my subsection I would’ve actually gone insane)

Flash forward to this year. Covid was hitting full force and we had to quarantine for the first two months of our season setting us back by a lot. She was wishywashy about rejoining but as the most senior leader of my section my band director was on my ass about getting a straight answer from her and fast. So I kinda had to force her to give me an answer (which she told me she was doing it quickly which leads me to think she already knew she was doing it) so she already was going into the season hating my guts

When we finally had an in person rehearsal for the first time, she wasn’t wearing a mask so when I asked her where it was she looked at me like I was the dumbass and said in a matter-of-fact tone “it’s in my pocket” and pointed to the confederate flag bandana hanging out of her pocket. Those four words told me that this season was going to be a fuckin long one with her. I just deadpanned (she couldn’t see it tho bc mask, sunglasses, and floppy hat blocking my entire face) and said “I’d rather it be on your face. (band director and marching instructor’s names) will have my ass if they see you not wearing one.” She rolls her eyes and puts it on (at least it was over her nose)

A few months go by with me telling her constantly to put on a mask bc I am responsible for my section and I’d be damned if one of them got sick bc of one idiot being stupid that I could prevent. She is getting madder and madder with each passing rehearsal. 

Band camp rolls around and it changed from 5 13 hour days to 15 3 hour ones and I am already done with her bs. We get our dots and I mentally groan bc she’s next to me for the vast majority of the show. She is between me (an asthmatic) and my close friend (vvv immunocompromised and also hates her, I’ll call her S) so now I’m more worried about covid going around the section. It was in this time that I find out that at least 5 other people out of 20 also have pre existing conditions that make them susceptible. So now I make it even more my mission to make her wear a mask. 

It was in the middle of band camp when she is yet again not wearing a mask (we were just marching without instruments) and I turn to her and as kindly as possible (it was the second time that day) asked her to put on her mask. She once again rolls her eyes and says “ya know, (band director) walked past me 3 times and hasn’t said shit, so I think I’m gonna listen to him and not you.” S and another friend of mine looks over in shock cuz she just talked back to me. They were about to say something but I wove them off. POS wants to fuck with me? Fine. I’ll just go full force with this. She wants petty?? I’ll give her petty, I’ve been holding off all season. 

So I’m marching there for the next twenty minutes quietly seething and counting more aggressively. She’s getting annoyed, but I pull the section leader card and tell her that she needs to be counting as loud as I am bc her feet was lowkey off time. After we break off for a gush and go (very short water break), I go straight to my band director and use my limited water break to tell him what she told me. He apologizes and says that he thought she was just taking a breather. He tells her to put on a mask and she does so and glares at me the rest of the rehearsal. 

She blocks me on all social media and I obviously clown on her in private with the other section leader (he’s more of a pacifist and never really told her to wear a mask which kinda pissed me off but I understood) until she makes a passing comment to my other friend about using the knife she kept in her boot. Now he tells me cuz he’s a good friend and I’m shitting myself at that point bc holy shit I might get shanked. 

I think about telling the band director but I realize that there’s no proof of her saying this and she could easily get out of this so it’s kinda pointless to tell anyone. Plus if she did shank me, she’d get into so much trouble and I’d be laughing at her from my grave/hospital bed. 

Many rehearsals go by and she still refuses to wear a mask so after one rehearsal S and I went to the band director and reminded him about our conditions and told him about how we were worried for our safety (I also told him abotu the other vulunerable ppl in the section) and he says he’s gonna do something. Next rehearsal he gives POS a warning and she begrudgingly wears a mask for the rest of the rehearsal. The next rehearsal rolls by and she isn’t wearing a mask (again) and he sends her home. Major victory for S and I.

The next sectional tho was something I wasn’t expecting. I get there like 10 minutes before it starts like I usually do in a good mood. I get out of my car and go to grab my stuff when a massive white truck with a busted muffler pulls up into the parking space next to me with a cloud of black smoke. The window rolls down and reveals POS’s dad and POS herself in the passanger seat. 

Of course I’m thinking that this is the day I die and start mentally preparing to yell for help to my other section members 100 feet away on the field already.

Mans starts to lecture me saying things like “it’s unhealthy to wear a mask outside bc it’s like a pitri dish under there. 6th grade science!” (I am not joking or overexaggerating with this, he actually said that). I really wanted to say “well, 7th grade science says otherwise, but you wouldn’t know that bc I’m sure you didn’t pass 6th grade, but go off ig” but I didn’t bc I didn’t want to get shanked or disappear randomly. I just tell him that I am only doing what my band director told me to do and that there are tons of people (myself included) that can really get hurt from just being in contact with covid. He says that’s bullshit and tries to tell me that I’m an idiot before I cut him off by telling him once again that I am just trying to protect my section and that the sectional was going to start soon so I didn’t have the time for this. I walk away leaving him trying to keep talking to me and soon enough POS gets out of the car and follows me to the field giving me a smug smile on her unmasked face before she puts it on when she sees the other section leader stroll up. 

Lemme paint the picture for you: this guy (a 6′something burly guy in his 50′s that I know has like two felonies under his belt) pulls up next to me (a 5′2 17 year old ball of anxiety that drives a small yellow car) and starts to borderline yell at me. Traumatizing. I was shaking for the rest of the sectional and I spent the rest of the season looking over my shoulder looking for the glint of a knife swingin at me

Now I’m pretty sure she’s suspended bc she was caught with a knife on school property and she wore a confederate t-shirt to school, but I would be lying if I said I don’t still look over my shoulder or speed up when I drive past her house lmao