#Jamie becomes OBNOXIOUS after this

[jamiesfootball]

Loosely based on this

Nate dropped the books. Twenty-five books was a lot of books. He tried carrying them in stacks and one of the stacks caught the corner of the doorway. Most were fine, nary a layer of dust on the ground to disturb the wrapping, but two of the books slid into the shower area.

Nate hurried to pluck them up. He quickly peeled off the wrapping before the pages themselves could get wet. He found the spare roll leaning by Ted's desk, rewrapped the gifts, and stocked them on the shelves. He wondered if maybe Ted would have his own recommendation for Nate, since Nate had been the one to provide the run-down on all the players when Ted mentioned he wanted to get them books.

O'Brien. Proud, posh, spoke like an English lord. Irresponsible with money. Wasted public school education. Remarkable talent as a goalie squandered by low-effort as he languished with a mid-level team. He was a decent man, if a little conceited, and Nate hoped The Beautiful and the Damned served as a good wake-up call. Ted must think highly of his potential; he was one of only a handful who merited an age-appropriate selection.

Arrogant self-absorbed bully, convinced of his own talents. Refused to listen to the older, more experienced people who knew better. Bully. Antagonist in the way of the true heroes trying to eek out a win.

Jamie Tartt deserved Artemis Fowl.

#a vague idea has sprung #and i needed a little writing sprint #so here we go #jamie tartt #nate shelley #you know that plot where a kid gets tricked into reading something cool for the first time and it flips a switch in the brain? #Jamie becomes OBNOXIOUS after this #he is so smug because he finally cracked the code at the bottom of the pages and he will not shut up about it #meanwhile roy has just started the da vinci code and obviously the cryptex is way more impressive #(growth is slow) #O’Brien is touched that his coach gave him such a thoughtful gift (he does not change at all)

[gyuwoncheol]

Slowly; All At Once

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers with Mingyu, boyfriend material!Mingyu, slight angst.

Summary: Kim Mingyu fell in love with you slowly, but you fell in love with him all at once.

Warnings: short hair Mingyu (yes this deserves a warning. He looks too good), rowdy house party setting, mentions of alcohol, angst (but not with Mingyu), mentions/allusions to a panic attack/sensory overload, kissing, fluff because mingyu is so sweet and protective 😩 Half proofread.

WC: 5k

Author's Note: listen, short hair Mingyu is SO boyfriend coded okay, it just does things to me.

“Gyu?” You spoke as loudly as you could.

“What’s up?” Your best friend answered through a yawn and you would’ve regretted disturbing him so late in the night but you really needed him now.

“Gyu, i’m so sorry..”

Mingyu sat up from his position in bed, the drowsiness in him suddenly gone at the sound of your voice trembling. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his senses heightened, suddenly now hearing the loud music in your background.

“Could.. if you’re free, c-could you come get me?”  

Mingyu was already slipping his shirt on and turning off his tv right after you asked. “Where are you? Are you okay? Are you in danger?” He quizzed, rushing down the stairs to grab his car keys and the hoodie hanging off the hooks.

“I’m at Jamie’s house. So many people, I jus’ wan’go home,” you slurred, stumbling into a corner of the house party you were at.

You could hear the sound of his engine rumbling to a start and somehow, that made you breathe a little easier. That was the thing about your best friend, when you needed him, he would be there, any time, any day, no questions asked. “Ok hang tight. I’ll be there.”

The line went dead as you cowered a little more to the corner of the house party you were at. The more the crowd grew, the more out of place you felt. Sure, most faces were familiar to you as they were the same ones that walked around your school building but no one was really close enough to you. Jamie, herself, was nowhere to be found. You weren't a stranger to house parties, you actually enjoyed them but this one really made you feel like you didn't belong. The crowd was quite rowdy, noise was obnoxiously loud, people were shoving drinks to you left and right, frat boys— both those senior and junior to you— were hitting on you, and, well, the sight of your ex-boyfriend's tongue down your ex-roommate's throat just wasn't exactly what you expected to see tonight. 

You wished you had stayed home instead or spent your Friday night with your best friend watching Shark Tank episodes and talking about all the inventions you both could make and would definitely get invested on. But no, you had begged off from Mingyu this one time, telling him that you wanted to let loose a little bit and hang with some of your girl friends.

The night started fine, you and the girls having cocktails after dinner at a bar nearby, until one of them had all but dragged you guys to the house party a common friend was throwing. What you didn't know was all their boyfriends had already been there, eventually leaving you alone as soon you all walked in the doors. 

You wanted to get out of there but as you looked at the volume of people in front of you, you were sure you wouldn't be able to push through them without getting pushed around. You felt trapped, your breaths becoming shorter whilst you tried to calm your heart. You were in need of air and of water real bad. 

"Hello?" you picked up your phone at first ring.

It was Mingyu. "Where are you?" 

"I-i'm by the end of the hall towards the kitchen at the back." 

Mingyu grimaced at the mixed smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat and weed in the place, not to mention the huge crowd that the party had gathered. He spotted numerous acquaintances and friends who all excitedly greeted him, offering him shots and beers but he ignored all of them, brain laser focused at finding you. It took him about five minutes before he reached the hall you were in and immediately spotted you thanks to his height which allowed him a “bird’s eye view.”

"Y/N," you felt a towering presence stumble in front of your crouched position, but was immediately comforted at the owner of the voice. It’s a really good thing you knew his voice well because you were still getting used to his new and much shorter haircut.

"Gyu!" You sighed in relief, hands immediately gripping his forearm as you steadied yourself against him. He kept a protective hand on your waist, caging you in between him and the corner to shield you from the crowd. He noticed the natural blush on your cheeks from the alcohol and the slightly far away look in your eyes. He could tell you weren’t exactly drunk, but he could also read the fear and sadness in them. He gave you a little bit more time to steady your breathing and comfort yourself in his presence, whispering "it's okay's" and "you're alright, I'm here." 

"Gyu, I'm dizzy," you declared. You weren't drunk, just slightly tipsy at most, it was the stuffiness in the room that had you wanting air.

Mingyu glanced back at the amount of people in the hall, mentally mapping the fastest way out to the closest door, before turning back to you. "Y/n,” he cupped your cheek to guide your eyes to his, "We'll make our way out, okay? Hold on to me?" He laid out his large hand for you to take and you gripped it like a vice as you gave him a small nod. 

There are many reasons to be thankful for Mingyu's height and build, and tonight, as he pushed through the crowds with one hand tightly intertwined with yours, was one of them. You were only but a few steps away from the door when your face collided with Mingyu's back. Someone had blocked his way and you were too slow to stop yourself when he did.

"heeey leaving so soon?!" A very familiar but very drunk voice slurred. It was Jung, your asshole of an ex-boyfriend. "You just got here,bro." 

"Not here to party. Just—" 

"Oh come on, Mingyu! At least take a shot!" 

"Yeah!!" another party goer whom you recognize to be from the same frat as Jung cheered on, "In fact why don't you and y/n take a shot together!" Two shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila were suddenly raised at you both. You made a face, hiding yourself behind your best friend’s broad back, hoping it would be enough to make you disappear.

"Y/n!" Jung sang-song in a way that had Mingyu gripping your hands even tighter, "Why don't you take a shot for me, baby? It's still too early to call it a—"

"Don't touch her." Mingyu growled at your ex who was attempting to bypass him and snake an arm around your waist, "Let’s go, y/n" Mingyu pulled at you, desperately hoping to just get the both of you out of there.

As you stumbled past your ex, you yelped when you felt his hand pull on your free wrist, almost yanking you away from Mingyu's hold. "Cmon, baby. Just one more shot. Like old times." A disgusting smirk was plastered on Jung's face, one you wanted to wipe off with a punch.

“I said. Don’t. Touch. Her.” Mingyu repeated louder and firmer this time, pulling your caught wrist and now purposely standing in full height to tower over your drunken ex.

“Gyu, let’s go,” you whisper, noticing that the exchange between both boys have suddenly gained the crowd’s attention.

“Oh come on Mingyu, it’s just a shot!” One of the other guys pushed.

With a roll of his eyes, Mingyu took the shot glass and downed the liquor easily. But it wasn’t until he took the second shot of tequila— supposedly yours— and poured it down his throat that the crowd erupted in cheers. “Happy?” Mingyu sneered at Jung, “now, let us go.” 

“Still her savior, huh?” Your ex called out, making Mingyu freeze in his tracks as he tried to navigate through the crowd, “you still the best friend? Or are you finally the boyfriend now?” 

You felt your breath get caught in your throat at what you just heard. But nothing could have prepared you for the next thing that tumbled out of your best friend’s mouth. 

“So what if I was?” Mingyu looked back at your ex bitterly, eyes filled with anger, “At least I know I’d treat her right.”

You had no chance to see the sour, defeated face Jung sported, but the crowd’s ‘oooh’s’ were enough to let you know that Mingyu definitely had the last laugh in that exchange. Everyone had even made space for you both to successfully exit, not wanting to mess with the 6 foot 2 man. 

Mingyu watched you carefully as you stabilized your breathing, the fresh air paired with the water he had just given you was slowly erasing the dizziness you felt earlier. He had his hands in his pockets while you looked up at him, your back leaning on his car, and a thick silence in the air. You wanted to say something, you wanted to say a lot of things actually, but didn’t know how to start. 

“Here, put this on,” Mingyu said softly, grabbing his hoodie from the back seat and pulling it over your shivering frame since your dress did little to protect you from the cold. You hummed in satisfaction, the warmth of the cotton shielding your exposed skin and the smell of him grounding you even more. 

“Thank you, Gyu. For saving me. And for taking that shot.” You squeaked, looking down at the ground, wanting to say many other things but it’s all you could put together for now. 

Mingyu’s mind however, wandered some place else. Like how you were still so beautiful right now? Looking so tiny in his hoodie, cheeks flushed and your makeup a bit smeared. To him, you were still the prettiest thing his eyes had seen. God he just wanted to kiss you. If only you were in your right mind, no alcohol in your system and not reeling back from what could’ve been a panic attack. And maybe, if only it didn’t ruin the friendship. 

‘I’d die for you,’ is what Mingyu would’ve wanted to say. “Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it… as long as you’re okay. I mean… you are okay, right?” 

He stood closely in front of you, watching intently as you tried to form words but your growing silence did nothing to quell his worries. 

“Y/n,” your best friend’s voice firm, “did something happen back there? Are you hurt? You think your drink got spiked? Did someone harra—“

“No, no!” You confirmed, sensing the agitation in his voice, “nothing happened to me. Was just really overwhelmed with the crowd… the boys were annoying, the girls left me, and I… i didn’t even know Jung was dating Cass now.”

Ah, there it is, Mingyu thought. It always has something to do with your stupid ex.

“Cass? Your ex roommate, Cass?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Dating or not, they were definitely making out,” Mingyu could hear both the pain and disgust in your voice, “i just don’t get it.” Yeah, neither does Mingyu, why were you still so hung up on this— 

“I’m over him, you know?” 

“What?” Mingyu looked at you so quickly, he might’ve gotten a whiplash 

“I’m over him.” You confirmed and Mingyu would be lying if he said he didn’t want to just jump in joy right there and then. But your face still looked sour, angry even, like you had just been forced to chew on a whole lemon. “I realise now I was such an idiot for even loving him. But Cass? Really? My ex-roommate? I don’t know.. I know we’ve broken up months ago but it just feels weird. She knew how much he hurt me.. she even wanted to, and I quote, ‘stab him in the gym,’ but now she’s practically dry humping him in the middle of the worst house party known to man?!” You frustrated, your voice reaching a higher pitch than you had expected only to fall down to a very quiet whisper, “i just… I can’t help but feel betrayed.”

Mingyu noticed a lone tear roll down your cheek, the back of your hand immediately wiping it away. He knew how close you were to Cass, he still remembers how you cried to him when she suddenly cut off communication with you and moved out of your apartment. For the longest time, you had thought you did something wrong and had beaten yourself up over it. But now it all just made sense. 

Your best friend pulled you in for an embrace, mumbling about how you deserve better and how he’s sorry this happened to you.

“God,” you scoffed, “i’m sorry, i’m such a loser… everything about tonight just makes me feel so… alone.” 

“Hey now!” Mingyu pulled back harshly, holding you firmly by the shoulders, an arms length distance between you both. “I take offense to that. I’m literally right here, you know.” 

“Exactly. When you really could’ve been sleeping peacefully, or maybe even be on a date with some pretty girl. Instead you’re here, rescuing your pathetic excuse of a best friend.”

“Well.. you know what?” Mingyu challenged, pulling you in again into his arms for a warm hug, “there’s nowhere else i’d rather be. Now let’s get you home, yeah?” He assured instead, opening the door to the passenger seat of his car. You slumped into the seat and Mingyu went as far as strapping your seat belt for you, your lips just mere centimeters away from his. He stopped to look at you, eyes scanning yours before dropping to your lips momentarily and then back to your eyes again. You could feel the tension in the air and you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until he finally moved away and closed the door gently. 

Mingyu couldn’t help but notice a few tears escaping you as you looked out the car window, lone tears slowly falling on your cheek. You couldn’t really shake the idea from your brain of your roommate and your ex getting together, the betrayal just squeezing your heart in pain. Maybe the alcohol also just heightened your sensitivity too. When the car stopped at a red light, a gentle squeeze on your left hand had you looking up to your best friend, soft eyes matching yours as he flashed you a lopsided smile. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. You knew his action was that of comfort, as if to tell you you weren’t alone. 

Mingyu kept his hand tightly on yours throughout the ride, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand and that small action really helped keep the sad thoughts away. It wasn’t until you reached the exit of the freeway when you noticed Mingyu suddenly take a left turn. 

“Where are we going?” You squeaked

“Mine,” Mingyu confirmed, “is that ok? I just don’t wanna leave you alone for now, and i don’t think the sight of Cass’s empty room is something you’re ready to see either.”

You pondered on his suggestion quickly and knew it made sense. If anything, your best friend’s comforting presence is exactly what you needed right now.

The moment you got to his place, everything was like clockwork. He let you shower and freshen up, then handed you one of his large shirts and one of your old shorts you kept at his place for sleepover nights like these. 

A bottle of water was left by the bathroom door when you had finished. Drink this all before you go back down, Mingyu had written in a note and you cooed at the thoughtfulness of your best friend.  As you got to changing, you couldn’t help but notice just how much comfort his place brought you. His bedroom— and the rest of the apartment— was littered with photos of the both of you through the years. Your favorite conditioner was in his bathroom. He had a little basket in his closet that had things for you— hair brush, your favorite makeup remover, a few of your skin care items (which he bought himself), some old clothes, and even sanitary pads. You smiled at the sight of the little disney nightlight he had bought especially for you last year because even though he liked his lights off when he sleeps, he knew you hated the dark. You knew he kept some of your favorite snacks in his pantry, and he always had a pint of your favorite ice cream in his freezer. You were grinning by the time you had thought of all these things. You were feeling way too giddy and and then it hit you, those are butterflies you feel in your stomach. You felt like a tidal wave just hit you, your brain suddenly replaying every encounter with Mingyu and the longer it went on, the more you felt your heart being squeezed. You’re reminded how he didn’t even hesitate to pick you up tonight, or take that shot for you, or how he might’ve just thrown a punch at Jung if he so much laid another finger on you. You remember the tension in the car when your lips were inches apart. Yup, definitely butterflies. You simultaneously cursed yourself for not seeing it sooner. For not feeling it sooner. Do best friends really go this far? Could Kim Mingyu be in love with you? Better yet, did you just fall in love with him? There’s no way. Right? Mingyu was simply a really nice guy, and he would be especially kind to you, his best friend, and you are just very, very appreciative of it.

Yeah, just best friends.

That’s all.

So why do you suddenly want it to be more? 

Mingyu, on the other hand, was a ball of nerves in his living room. The events of tonight made him feel like he might not be able to hold back his feelings any longer. Seeing you tonight, your helpless self in such a huge crowd of people and then silently crying in the car just awakened something in him, like a very strong urge to protect you and embrace you in so much love that you won't ever remember the feeling of being hurt. He loves you very much, for quite some time now actually, and not just in the best friend kind anymore, he knows that much. But he can't quite figure out when it happened. There was no specific moment or grand gesture that made him think "i'm in love with my best friend." Your friendship certainly began platonic, no hidden intentions or attraction. It started when both your chaotic selves ended up paired for a group work in freshman year and you just haven't been separated since then. Over time, he's unconsciously made more space for you in his heart. What started as him giving you food every now and then so you could test his culinary experiments eventually turned into packed meals every Tuesdays and Thursdays when your classes stretched until 8 in the evening. He began omitting mustard in the dishes he cooks for you because of your allergy, even though he personally loves it. He once helped you do groceries and noticed you liked to buy your juices and milks in large cartons, and so he eventually scheduled his grocery days the same as yours so you wouldn't have to carry everything by yourself. You brought out the best in him. He witnessed your thoughtfulness and kindness and that made him want to be a better person for himself. One day, when he cracked a lame joke, he realised nothing sounds sweeter than your laugh. Mingyu always listened to you, even when you spoke nonsense most times. Your crazy ideas were something he questioned a lot before but now it's what makes him laugh the most. Kim Mingyu fell in love with you slowly, he never stopped himself from it because he's learned it was simply impossible. The joy you brought to his life was unexplainable. So he just let it happen, but he'd never tell you that, not when it could mean losing the single most important person in his life. But tonight, it seemed his heart was bursting at the seams and he wasn't so sure how long he could control his mouth from vomiting the words. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have you sleep over tonight. 

"Gyu? you good?" you asked, sitting beside him and getting under the same throw he had placed over him. He looked so soft and cuddly in his dark gray sweatshirt he changed into. God, he looked every bit of boyfriend right now.

"Huh?" 

"You were spaced out," you giggled

"Oh. Yeah, i'm ok, just waiting for you… Was the shower ok? Did you drink your water?" 

You nodded and pointed to the empty water bottle you had placed on the coffee table in front of you, "I'm alright, Gyu. Tired but feeling much better." You punctuated your words with a small thank you and a kiss on his cheek and Mingyu tensed. The scent of your shampoo washed over him and even though it was only a few seconds, it's like he could still feel your lips on his cheek. You saw his eyes grow wide and his shoulders slightly square up but whatever it was, he chose to stay silent. 

"okay!" he announced, trying to break the awkwardness he was feeling. "movie?" 

"about that... could we... maybe talk first?" 

An ice bucket might as well have been thrown on top of Mingyu's head, either that or have the ground open up to swallow him whole. He seriously might not keep his feelings at bay this time around. "uhhh... a-about what?"

"About what happened in the party." 

"Oh," your best friend relaxed a little, "I thought you were fine? You said no one hurt you right? I mean, of course aside from seeing Cass and—" 

"Gyu," you interrupted him with a hand on his forearm, turning to the side so you could face him, "I don't mean that."

"Then what?" 

"About what you said to Jung," your voice barely above a whisper, "about being my boyfriend..." 

At that very moment, the both of you paused, the same thought in your brains: will my heart actually start beating out my chest?

"Oh. What about it?" Mingyu played it off and you gulped hard, maybe you shouldn't have brought it up. You normally thought you could see right through your best friend, but this time, he seemed so nonchalant about it all and if you were being honest, it broke your heart a little. 

The tanned boy waited for your answer, eyes holding a glint of fear as he watched you look at everything else in the room except his gaze, "I just... I don't know. You said if you were my boyfriend, then you'd be treating me right." 

"I would." Mingyu responded a little too fast, making your eyes find his immediately. He cursed himself for the lack of self control, now literally biting his tongue to stop from spilling the rest of his feelings.

"Then am I crazy for thinking that... that all you've done tonight was treat me right?" 

You watched your best friend swallow hard, eyes boring into your soul. You waited in bated breath for a response but Mingyu opened his mouth only to close it, and then open again. Mingyu steels himself, genuinely wanting to run away from the conversation. If he spoke any further, he just knows he'd lose his best friend and get his heart broken, so he chooses to point out the obvious instead. "Well, you are my best friend."

"is that all you want me to be?" There it goes. The million dollar question. It's now or never, Kim Mingyu, he hears the subconscious in his brain. He could feel the sweat on his back, his hands fidgeting under the throw.  Mingyu was not fond of how straightforward you were being. It's like you were ready to catch him red-handed and then tell him to start acting like a bestfriend instead of some love-sick puppy, or worse, stay away from you altogether. This is it. The end of a friendship he so carefully protected even if it meant it will never be more. 

"What do you mean?" He croaked, his throat feeling drier more than ever. Oh, if only Mingyu knew just how nervous you were too. 

You closed your eyes shut, inhaling sharply to muster up some confidence as you carefully place your heart on your sleeve.

“Because I look at your place and your life, and though I see a lot of you in it, I see me too. Pictures of us, my favorite food always in your kitchen, my number in your speed dial. I think about the past and all that you've done for me, laughing at the stupid shapes I think the clouds are forming, listening to me vent about all my frustrations, holding me when i cry about a broken heart, you’re there. You're always where I am. And it might have taken me long to realize this, but maybe you do love me more than just your bestfriend. And I just I hope i'm not too late to tell you that when I think about all of it, it hits me like a truck that I'm in love with you too."

If Mingyu was deaf, then everything you just said is probably the one thing that would help him regain his hearing. Every single word was loud and clear, your last sentence obnoxiously ringing in his ears, yet all this six foot something man could reply was an awkward “huh?”

You blinked hard at his dumbfounded expression, the back of your eyes immediately stinging with tears. Your efforts of confessing dying together with your heart. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment, hands flying to cover your face because wow, you seriously just misread the whole thing. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I- i must’ve misread. For—forget I said anything.” You mumbled, your voice shaking towards the end.

“No, no!” Mingyu panicked, his large hands prying yours away from your face and then cupping your cheeks, “i’m sorry. I love you. I heard you, loud and clear. And I love you, more than just a best friend. I’m so in love with you, have been for a while now.” He inched closer to you, the shyest smile on his face.

His eyes glanced at your lips before looking back at you again, asking softly, “Can I?”

With a small nod, he slotted his lips to yours and you immediately hummed in relief. Your eyes fluttering close with how gentle he was. His lips were slightly chapped but they were so pillowy against yours.

“I love you,” Mingyu mumbled in between a kiss, not being able to contain the smile that was breaking on his face. He swore he saw fireworks explode, his stomach churning in the best way possible.

“I love you too,” you responded as you broke apart for air. Both your eyes were twinkling, pure happiness just flowing through your veins.

He couldn’t quite believe it. Just moments ago, he was certain he’d end the night without a best friend. “Could you say that again?” He asked shyly, and if you weren’t just so whipped for the man, you wouldn’t have indulged him.

You climbed onto his lap, grinning as you placed your hands by the sides of his face. “I love you, Kim Mingyu. I’m so in love with you,” you obliged, peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose and lips.

Mingyu let out that tiny giggle he does when he’s really happy, the crinkles in his eyes appearing and his canines showing. “I love you,” you said one more time before properly latching onto his lips again. This time, your kiss was slightly deeper. He continued to mumble i love you’s to you in between before finally slipping his tongue into your mouth. Mingyu let out a low hum of sayisfaction when he felt you run your fingers through his short hair. His large hand stayed firm on the small of your back while the other was on your neck, making sure you couldn’t pull away too far or too fast, not that he should worry, the warmth of his body alone was already drawing you impossibly closer to him.

You rested your forehead on his when you broke apart the second time, matching grins on your faces as your eyes looked deeply at each other.

“You scared me, you know?” You scowled out of nowhere, your fist hitting his chest playfully.

“What?”

“I thought I really misread. Thought you didn’t actually love me.” The pout that appeared on your face was one Mingyu had seen before, but this time around, it pulled at his heartstrings even harder.

“Well I thought you saw right through me and didn’t want any of it. Thought you wanted to stop being best friends even.”

You raised a brow at him, tilting your head to the side slightly, “well now you’re not just my best friend, you’re also my boyfriend.”

The squeal that came out of Mingyu’s mouth was definitely one you wouldn’t expect from someone as large as him, but you loved it nonetheless, even though he paired it with a bone crushing hug that had your face uncomfortably smushed on his hard chest.

“G-gyu… c-can’t br-breathe.”

“Oh sorry,” he pulled back, still giggling from the thought of being called your boyfriend. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this happy before and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter even harder.

You felt soft lips on your forehead, another “I love you” rolling past Mingyu’s mouth.

You responded back with the same three words, allowing yourself to look into his eyes intently, marking this important moment in your brain. You’ve heard of best friends falling in love and then falling out of love, the friendship sinking together with it. You knew there was no certainty that you and Mingyu wouldn’t meet that same fate, and it scared you for sure. But there was something about being in your best friend-now-boyfriend’s arms that just felt right. Like you were home. And somehow, that was more than enough to take away all the fears. It took a while, but you’ve never been more sure of something than you are now of loving Mingyu.

“So… we’re really doing this?” Mingyu asked as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You looked beautiful with the light pink that dusted your cheeks and the deeper crimson on your slightly swollen lips.

“As long as it’s with you.”

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[mamaestapa]

New Romantics

“every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream”

•pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Hughes!reader||Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader

•series summary: Y/n Hughes, twin sister of Jack Hughes, accepts an invitation to move in with Trevor and Jamie after she’s forced to move to Anaheim for a job. Despite her older brother’s opinions, the young woman finds herself falling for both of her roommates…but which one does she fall for the hardest?

•chapter summary: The time comes for you to finally move out to Anaheim! Your roommates take you out after you get settled in and you spend the night with a special someone...

•word count: 3.4k

•warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, lots of flirting, I think thats about it tbh

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August 19, 2023

"There she is!" Trevor exclaimed, beaming as he watched you get out of your car. He uncrossed his tanned arms and pushed himself off the side of the building he was leaning on and started to make his way over to you. You giggled softly at the boy, closing the driver door shut before you met him in the middle.

"Hi Z," you mumbled into the hockey players chest as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn't help but notice how the butterflies swarmed in your belly at the feeling of Trevors arms wrapped securely around your body. He obnoxiously swayed you side to side as he hummed.

"I was starting to think you weren't going to make it."

It took you a total of two days to make it out to California from the lake house in Michigan. You told Trevor you'd try your best to make it in twenty four hours, but traveling by yourself across the country wasn't the easiest. Between the traffic, the "jet lag", and not getting more than six hours of sleep in the last forty some hours, your one day trip turned into a two, almost three day trip. Even though you were exhausted from the trip, you're just happy to finally be in Anaheim.

You pulled away from Trevor, rolling your eyes playfully as you spoke, "Yeah because I'd give up the once in a lifetime opportunity to live with you and your boyfriend."

It was Trevor's turn to give you a playful eye roll. He lightly shoved your shoulder as he did so, "And to think you were starting to become my favorite Hughes."

"Awe, that's too bad. Poor Trevy is going to have to settle with Jack." You traced a tear rolling down your cheek as you frowned at him. Trevor let out a laugh, his nose scrunching up in the cutest way that made the butterflies appear once more. You giggled softly at the boys reaction before you spoke again.

"But speaking of your boyfriend," you eyed Trevor, smiling as you saw watched him shake his head at your teasing, "where is he? I haven't seen Jamie in such a long time."

The sound of a door closing caused you and Trevor to snap your heads over to the front door of the condo. Jamie walked out, running his hands through his dark hair as he walked over to where you and Trevor stood.

"Took you long enough Jimmy." Trevor teased as he clapped his best friends upper back. Jamie smiled sheepishly as he apologized, "Sorry, I was cleaning up a bit and then my mom called."

A small smile pulled at your lips as you noticed the pink hue that was slowly appearing on the boys pale cheeks. Jamie's blue eyes flickered over to you, his blush deepening when he made eye contact with you.

"Hi Jamie," you said with a smile as you waved at him, "it's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too, Y/n." He replied softly.

Jamie Drysdale was one of the sweetest guys you've ever met. He was a little bit shy, and a tad closed off—he'd only talk to you if you talked to him first. At least, that's how it was when you first met him. He's seemed to have gotten better about the closed off part, however, he was still just as sweet as you remembered him to be.

The two of you moved in sync, reaching out to hug one another. Jamie's embrace was warmer and gentler than Trevor's was, despite the fact that he had bigger arms than the brunette did. You pulled away from him, both of you still wearing the soft smiles on your faces the way you did before hugging.

As the two of you pulled away, Trevor cleared his throat and gestured toward your vehicle. "Why don't we start taking your stuff inside? Jimmy and I can bring boxes in while you look around the place."

You smiled, nodding as you spoke, "That'd be great guys, thanks."

The two hockey players nodded, both of them wearing soft smiles on their faces as they gazed at you. You could feel yourself starting to grow flustered from the attention from both Trevor and Jamie.

No, you scolded yourself, quit. They're your roommates, get used to it.

You internally composed yourself, making sure Trevor and Jamie didn't notice your brief flustered response from their actions. Thankfully, the two didn't pick up on it because they were already unloading your belongings from the trunk of your car and the u-haul trailer. As the boys unpacked all of your boxes, you made your way into the condo to check out your new home for the next twelve months.

The condo was very nice, much nicer than you were expecting. You don't know what you were expecting though, these were luxury apartments after all. You walked further into the entryway. To your left was the living room. There were pictures hung up on the walls, each one having both Trevor and Jamie in it somehow. There were framed jerseys from their rookie seasons with the Ducks on either side of the TV, which you thought was a neat thing for the boys to do. You smiled softly at the cozy living room before you continued your self lead tour through your new home. There was vinyl flooring throughout the entire apartment, with light gray painted walls. The sofa was a cream color with a gray sherpa throw blanket draped over the side. The kitchen wasn't too dirty, but it could definitely use some cleaning. You turned a corner and walked down the hallway. You glanced into Trevor and Jamie's rooms, grimacing slightly as you saw the unmade beds a cereal box sitting on Trevor's beside table, and three half full water bottles on Jamie's floor. The condo was nice, but you could definitely tell boys were the only ones living there.

As you turned back around and left the hallway with the boys rooms, Trevor and Jamie stood in the kitchen with their arms crossed over their chest as they watched you look around your new home. They had finished bringing in all of your belongings, scattering them around the entry way and living room. Trevor uncrossed his arms and ushered you over to him and his best friend.

"Here, we'll show you your room." The hockey players walked out of the living room and jogged up the stairs. You followed behind them, the three of you turning right and walking down a hallway. There were two rooms, one was a decorated guest bedroom, while the other was completely empty, besides a queen sized bed with a simple gray bed set. Trevor and Jamie walked into the room, standing to the side so you could walk in too. The bed frame was pushed up against the middle of the wall, while the dresser and closet were directly across from the bed. You smiled as you looked at the empty room. You could definitely make this work.

"It's nothing like your room at the lake house," Trevor spoke, a smirk on his face, "pink sheets, flowers everywhere, and the occasional picture of me."

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head playfully as you turned to look at the brunette.

"You and Jack," you corrected, playing along with Trevor. You continued, "and Quinn and Luke. Oh! And maybe Cole and Turc too."

"Okay, okay, I get it," Trevor chuckled, waving you off before he continued, "anyways, it's nothing like your room at the lake house, but I think it'll do."

You nodded at his words, smiling softly. You looked between Trevor and Jamie as you spoke sincerely, "It's perfect, thank you. I really appreciate you guys letting me move in with you, means a lot."

"It's no problem," Jamie said with a smile, "Even though Z didn't really let me have a say in this." he elbowed his best friend in the side, making Trevor feign hurt. You chuckled softly at the boys in front of you. Jamie's smile widened at the sound of your laughter.

"I'm glad to have you here." The dark haired boy finished softly. Trevor joined in, "We're both glad to have you here, Y/n/n."

You smiled at their sincerity. You knew living with Trevor and Jamie as their third roommate would make your time in Anaheim much smoother. California was a lot different than Michigan, but being with Trevor and Jamie made things more manageable already.

You walked up to the hockey players standing near the doorway, wrapping your arms around both of them. As soon as your body was on theirs, they instantly wrapped an arm around you, squeezing you gently.

"Thanks boys," you said, sighing softly as you pulled away from them, "wanna help me bring some boxes up here?" Both Trevor and Jamie nodded as they moved out of the way, letting you leave the room first. They followed behind you down to the living room, helping you bring boxes full of your belongings back up to your room.

For the next two hours, you, Trevor and Jamie started unpacking your boxes and setting up your room. While you and Jamie unpacked boxes and sorted through what belongs where, Trevor made your bed and fixed the dresser--which you discovered was broken when you tried to put your clothes away.

You laid flat on the vinyl floor, huffing out a sigh as your body hit the floor with a light smack. You brought your hands up to your head, groaning softly as you rubbed your eyes. Jamie chuckled from beside you as he looked down at you laying on the floor.

"I forgot how exhausting it is to unpack." You mumbled out as you rubbed your hands down your face. You definitely ruined your makeup, but you didn't care. All you cared about at the moment was getting unpacked and settled in.

Trevor plopped down on the floor next to you and Jamie. He too huffed out a sigh as he laid down on the hard floor of your bedroom.

"It is a lot of work," Trevor said before he got up on one arm and looked between you and Jamie, "why don't we take a break, get some dinner or something."

That sounded like a great idea. You haven't had anything to eat since you stopped at Starbucks this morning before you even entered the state of California. You sat up from your laying position, nodding at Trevor's suggestion.

"Sounds good to me. I have to return my U-Haul by seven anyways, so that would work perfect." Trevor clapped, "Perfect. Let's go then." He stood up from the floor, stretching his limbs as he spoke, "I could go for a burger, what about you guy?"

"Burgers sound great, bud." Jamie nodded as he too stood up. Trevor held his hand out for you. You grabbed a hold of it as he helped you up from the floor.

"Y/n," he asked, an eyebrow raised as he looked at you, "burgers?"

Your stomach growled, answering Trevors question for you. Trevor and Jamie both chuckled. "I'm taking that as a yes," Trevor said, still chuckling, "let's go."

The three of you left your room and headed downstairs to leave for dinner. Trevor volunteered to drive your car, which you happily let him because your right leg still had a cramp from all of the driving you've been doing the last couple days. Trevor got into the drivers seat, while you tried to sit in the back so Jamie could sit next to his best friend.

"No," Jamie said softly, taking your hand off the handle to the backseat passenger side, "you take the front."

"You sure?"

He nodded, "Yeah," he opened the door for you, "it's your car, you shouldn't have to sit in the back." You smiled warmly at the Canadien, "Thanks Jamie."

You swore your heart swelled from how sweet Jamie was.

The two of you got into the car and buckled your seatbelts. Once you were all settled in, Trevor turned the car on and put it in reverse. As he was getting ready to pull out of the parking spot, Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift began playing.

"Ohoho," Trevor chortled as he reached to crank the volume up to 12, "this is my favorite song. He said lets get out of this town..."

You and Jamie made eye contact in the mirror, smiling softly at each other as you laughed at Trevor's attempt to sing along with Taylor.

You were already loving Anaheim.

time skip

“Oh my god,” you laughed as you covered your mouth with your hand, “there’s no way she said that.”

Trevor giggled beside you, scrunching his nose up, “She did.” The two of you were laughing messes, trying to catch your breath as he finished speaking. You had gotten back from dinner at In-N-Out and dropping your U-Haul trailer off about an hour ago. As soon as you got home you finished setting up your room, and now you and the boys were sat on the couch drinking beers and sharing embarrassing bar stories.

“Oh my god you guys,” Jamie groaned, “it wasn’t that bad.”

Trevor quit laughing, giving Jamie a look of disbelief, “Her completely missing your terrible joke and saying she’d never fuck you because she doesn’t sleep with Canadians? I’d say that’s pretty bad.”

Jamie stayed silent as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He knew Trevor was right. His bad attempt at flirting with the first girl he saw at the bar a couple weeks back was pretty bad.

“You just have no rizz Jimbo.” Trevor shrugged as he sipped his beer.

“It’s alright Jamie,” you smiled, reaching out to lightly tap the boys shoulder, “I’ll let you practice on me.”

Jamie chuckled softly, a light blush making its way onto his cheeks at your words. “Thanks Y/n.” he replied, nudging you gently with his shoulder. Your expression matched his as you joking replied, “Anytime.”

You leaned back against the couch, closing your eyes and letting out a yawn. You were exhausted. It had been a long couple days and you were ready to finally sleep in a decent bed. Your eyelids fluttered open and you checked your watch, seeing that it was well past nine. You usually stayed up later than this, but with the time difference and the traveling, you knew it would be best to go to bed. You got up from your spot on the couch, telling the both of the boys goodnight. They each gave you soft smiles as they told you to sleep well, and that if you needed anything don’t be afraid to wake them up.

You laughed at that, knowing you’d be just fine—but you appreciated their offer. You went upstairs and got ready for bed. Once you were under the covers and your head hit the pillow, you were instantly in a much needed deep sleep.

Until you weren’t…

Your eyes snapped open and suddenly you were wide awake. Every ounce of tiredness you felt just three hours earlier was completely gone. You turned to your left side, huffing out a sigh as you adjusted your pillow. You closed your eyes, hoping to fall back asleep.

However, twenty minutes had passed since you woke up and you were growing even more restless. You were tossing and turning every couple minutes and your eyes just didn’t want to stay closed. You’d get this way every once in a while, and you knew there was only one solution to make you sleep. You tapped on your phone screen, groaning when you saw the time. You didn’t want to wake the boys, but they did say to wake them up if you needed anything…

You pulled the covers off your body and slid out of bed. You left your room and quietly headed downstairs, careful not to wake Jamie as you walked past his room and into Trevor’s. Every once in a while at the lake house, you and Trevor would sleep together. Neither of you could explain why, but something about just being in the same bed as each other was comforting and helped you both sleep when you needed it the most.

You walked into Trevor’s room with soft footsteps, careful not to wake Trevor just yet. You walked further into his room, smiling as you looked at the peacefully sleeping boy on the bed. Trevor's light brown hair was messy, sprawling over his white pillow and one bare arm that was tucked underneath his head. You almost didn't want to wake him, but you knew he wouldn't mind. The two of you did this with each other all the time. It was harmless, but your brothers and best friend all thought otherwise. Yeah, you and Trevor were extremely flirty anytime you were around each other, but neither one of you dared to move because it would never happen.

You took a step forward, grimacing and closing your eyes tightly when you heard the floor creak beneath you. The sound caused Trevor to stir a bit before reluctantly opening his eyes. He sat up in bed, squinting his eyes as he looked at you.

"Y/n," he called out softly, "is that you?"

"Yeah," you responded quietly, "sorry Trev, I'll leave. I didn't mean to-" "No, no, stay." Trevor cut you off as he pulled the covers off his bare chest and waved you over to the bed. "Please?"

You smiled softly and walked over to him, climbing in and laying down on the empty side of his queen sized bed. Trevor laid back down, motioning for you to come closer to him. As if it was second nature for both you and Trevor, you pushed yourself against his bare chest and let his arms wrap around your body. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. He pulled you closer into his body as your legs intwined with his. Trevor pressed a soft kiss to your temple before he reached out to take one of your hands in his. The two of you hummed softly, the feeling of your bodies spooning was complete bliss.

"I'm sorry for waking you Trevor. I just couldn't sleep."

You felt Trevors chest rumble against your back from his chuckle. "Don't be sorry," he replied softly, nuzzling his face affectionally into your hair, "I don't mind at all."

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, "I know you'd do the same for me." You nodded, smiling softly as you replied, "I would."

"Cuddling with you is my favorite thing in the whole world." He said as he gave you a gentle squeeze.

"The whole wide world?"

"The whole wide world."

"Even more than hockey?" You asked, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Nothing is better than hockey, baby. Sorry."

Baby. It made your heart drop as the butterflies swarmed in your belly. But you knew he didn't mean anything behind it...

"Damn," you sighed, teasing him, "and suddenly I go by hockey."

"Nah, you can't go by hockey." Trevor said, shaking his head in disapproval. "Why not?" You asked playfully.

"Because I'd never play you."

You scoffed out a laugh before letting out an "oh my" under your breath. Trevor chuckled along with you. He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing your soft skin before setting your hand back down.

"That was smooth Zegras," you said, "very smooth."

"Thank you, thank you. Gotta tell Jimmy to use that one at the bar next time we go."

You laughed at the idea, "There ya go."

You and Trevor chuckled one last time before silence soon filled the room. You felt your eyes flutter closed as you spoke softly to Trevor. "Thanks for letting me sleep with you Z."

"Anytime. 'S what I'm here for," Trevor said before he kissed the top of your head. He pulled back mumbling "Goodnight, pretty girl." before the two of you drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each others arms.

hi loves!!

trevor and y/n at the end👀 we’ll see what happens there…we can’t forget about jamie baby ;)

BUT i finally posted the second chapter of this series after like what two months? crazy lol. i struggled with writers block for a bit and then college just got to me and i was SO busy! but now im on break for a few weeks, so im hoping to get caught up on everything ive gotten behind on

i’m hoping to update this a couple more times in the next few weeks, so stay tuned! i’m so excited for you guys to read what i have planned, whether your a trevor girlie or a jamie girlie or BOTH like me, i think you’ll really enjoy it😉 it’s a shorter series so things will move a bit fast, too.

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH🤍 i need them back right now, i miss them

anyways, thank you so much for reading loves! your support means the world. you’re the best!🫂🤍

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[goldengleams]

can i have this dance? | jamie drysdale x reader

In which you and Jamie become Troy and Gabriella.

Missing Jamie Drysdale and all of his cuteness, so enjoy this HSM3 inspired blurb!!

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You couldn’t help but feel overly excited at the dark clouds that were starting to cover the sky. After living in California for a year, you had grown accustomed to the lack of rain, but it still made you aggravated. You grew up in a place that had rain on a regular basis and had always loved it.

“Jamie, it’s looking like rain!” You shouted down the hall to your boyfriend. You were curled up near the edge of the couch so that you could look out the window.

Jamie had just woken up from a nap, the loud thunder drawing him from his slumber. He opened his bedroom door and trudged over to the couch, dramatically falling on top of you.

“Yeah, and your rain just woke me up,” he grumbled. You started to poke at his shoulder, which was now uncomfortably in your side.

“Well you can’t miss the rain! This is the most exciting moment of my week, J. I can’t understand how nothing here ever needs rain, it’s so weird,” you trailed off, focus on the window.

Jamie looked up at your hopeful face and smiled at you. He found it so adorable that you were so passionate about the rain. One time up on the roof of his and Trevor’s apartment, he had listened to you describe the way you saw the rain. You saw it as a cleanse, everything becoming drenched in water. It was calming to you, the thunder and lightning only making the spectacle more interesting and attention grabbing.

A soft gasp left your mouth as rain started to fall. You clambered up from the couch, running to the large window to watch it like a little kid.

“Jamie, look!”

Jamie eagerly followed you. You were practically bouncing by the time the rain started to pick up and the lawn outside Jamie’s apartment got wet.

“Now this, this Jamie Drysdale, feels normal,” you laughed. “This feels like home.”

Jamie, a fair bit taller than you, rested his head atop yours and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s beautiful,” Jamie offered. He couldn’t quite see what you saw when it rained, but he loved trying to understand you, so he was willing to stare out the window a little longer.

You wriggled free from his grasp and spun around the kitchen. “We have to rain dance, Jamie!”

Your eyes were bright as you stared at him. You were sure you looked a little wild-your hair was half tucked in a bun and a large Anaheim Ducks t-shirt covered your body. What you didn’t know was that Jamie thought you looked just as beautiful as ever.

“A rain dance?” He questioned.

You nodded emphatically. “Yes, Jamie. And it means that we have to go outside and be absolutely obnoxious and have the time of our fucking lives, do you understand?”

You didn’t give Jamie any time to really understand before you were tugging on his arm. You both slipped on sandals and before Jamie knew it, you were leading him out his front door, down the steps.

“You’ve seen High School Musical 3, right?” You questioned, slowing your movement to look at Jamie.

He nodded, looking confused as to where you were going with this.

“Well, there’s a scene where Gabriella and Troy sing this song and they dance in the rain and have the best time ever, and I’ve always wanted to do it with someone special,” you said, the giddiness bubbling inside of you.

You ran ahead of him, arms wide to feel the cool water hit your body. Jamie could practically see the happiness radiating from your frame.

“Dance with me, Jamie!”

While this wasn’t Jamie’s preferred activity, he ran out to meet you in the middle of the lawn, abandoning the covering of the doorway. You were in your element.

You found Jamie’s shoulders as you pulled him close to do a pretend slow dance in the rain. You both erupted in giggles at the absurdity of your actions, not caring who could see you outside like fools.

Jamie spun you around and dipped you effortlessly. You danced for a few minutes, practicing your best couple moves with each other.

“Thanks for being crazy with me and pretending we’re the main characters in a teen movie,” you laughed. You smiled as you and Jamie were now quite close, only a few inches separating you from his lips.

“I’d dance in the rain with you any day, Y/N,” Jamie said, kissing you in the middle of the storm.

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This was a random little idea that came to me when it rained the other day!! Hope you enjoyed it!☔️

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[lavafet]

Alright y'all, it's time for an infodump on...

☆ The Journalist ☆

Mind you, some details may need to be worked out regarding the time period this takes place in, the timeline itself, etc(?) so it could be rough around the edges ♡

TLDR at the end!

The Journalist // Jamie Finch (?) bio:

Young-ish Adult, Gay (trans)Male

INTJ-T

Determined, assertive, sensitive, clever, cynical but thoughtful. More gentle and playful with close companions.

Journalist; photographer.

Enjoys road-trips, fiction-writing, reading, cheesy romcoms/soap operas, arcades...

(more info to be added soon)

Around the time MFN was at its peak (specifically before it would begin to decline perhaps), Jamie was a rookie journalist that had been tasked to do an article on the success of the show. Thus, he took a trip over to the studio itself with the intention of gathering interviews from cast members and production crew.

It should be noted that Jamie had not come out as trans yet by this time, and it is very possible he wasn't even sure of his own queerness by then either. Ergo, why a couple pieces portray him more femininely.

The trip was... definitely not what he had expected it to be. Although he was definitely able to get a LOT of material to work with for his article, there were a lot of shenanigans he had to deal with from the puppets. They were odd, often obnoxious- and many things unnerved him, from the excessive clones to how rough a few of the puppets could be. The way they acted put Jamie off from the beginning and made him a litttttle uncomfortable.

That isn't to say it was a bad time though! He loosened up bit by bit as time went on, and some of that was in part due to Norman. He was kind, welcoming, and helped show Jamie around the studio. Perhaps it was the fact he was a background character, which gave him all this time to spare to be around him? Whatever it was, there was just something about his presence that made Jamie grow more comfortable with time. By the time he would go to leave the studio, he had become fond of most of the puppets to some degree, with himself having one very clear favorite...

It was unlikely Jamie would ever be back, but he secretly hoped it wouldn't be the last time he visited the studio. He had grown a big appreciation for the studio, the work they did, and the goals they wanted to achieve with their work.

Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. The studio would become defunct a few years later, and the puppets would be left alone, trapped within the confines of the studio with only their own devices...

In the meantime, Jamie's life would go through varying changes. He gained more writing experience, rose through the ranks slightly- but with the times changing, Jamie had begun covering more negative subject matter more often. It began to affect his mental state, and with the economic slump impacting the city as well, money became much more tight. Times became more stressful. His opinions on his job soured some over time, but it was becoming a necessary evil to keep himself financially stable.

(It should be noted Jamie also transitioned during this time period, which made money even tighter and social settings a bit more difficult to navigate. However, it was a needed process that overall helped him gain more confidence, and he also found a bit of community through finally coming out ♡)

Then, rumor spread that the studios were up and running again—that the show may have been coming back. Jamie made a case to his boss that he should make another article about the return of MFN, and that he should be the one to write it.

His persuasion worked. Jamie would set off for the studio shortly after, intent on revisiting the puppets he had grown to love before, but... not without its complications.

Whether it was through an act of clumsiness or feeling adventurous- Jamie ended up in the dark abandoned abyss Gordon had fallen into prior. Unfortunately, the elevator was broken this time, so getting out was going to take a lot more creativity. Through many scary trials and tribulations, Jamie would work to find a way out of there, discovering the horrors of what the puppets went through along the way.

Throughout the journey, the specific Norman that Jamie had known before would be found amongst all the puppets in the abyss, horribly torn and very clearly not himself. Jamie wasn't going to leave him to continue rotting down there by himself. With some fixing up, Norman and Jamie would set out to escape together.

Awhile later, they would make it out, perhaps with the help of Ricky and Gordon after having discovered the situation.

After the escape- I haven't thought all this far, but perhaps Jamie felt inclined to join the efforts in rehabilitating the puppets in the unfriendly neighborhood? And to visit more often to make sure his Norman is doing okay?

Regardless of the direction, Jamie would stick around the studio more often, and his and Norman's relationship would grow into a more solid friendship, but then something... much more than was anticipated over time ;} ♡

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TLDR: Jamie had written an article on MFN's success once, and fell in love with the cast and show through writing it. He returned years later when the studio became active again, saw some shit in the unfriendly neighborhood, and got out with the Norman he met on his first visit. He might be helping with fixing the previously unfriendly puppets. Also, oc/canon *weeeeeeeee*

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[workingforitallthetime]

I know it‘s been a few years but I still occasionally think of ‚ain't like anywhere else‘. You‘ve probably moved on completely… But what did you have in mind for chapter 2? 👀🥺

this ask prompted me to open the google doc for the first time in years, so what the hell, let's exhume some remains and do some self-reflection about why part 2 was never going to work.

(all of the bits that follow are unedited material straight from the draft. i hope i've become a better writer than this over the past three years.)

Here's the opening paragraph:

Trevor was meant to be here. Not like he was born in the wrong place, since he’d never give up his birthright of New York obnoxiousness, but like it was all building to this. It’s never too hot. His body can’t soak up enough sunshine, hair sun-kissed, skin turning a permanent California brown. He’s trying to turn Jamie into a Californian but he’s stubbornly Canadian. Fishbelly white no matter how much time they spend in the sun.

the main reason part 2 didn't work is that there was really no reason for me to write my own take on the jamie/trevor origin story. it's been done, and by better writers than me. i just didn't feel the compulsion to write it, unlike the trevor/cole story, which was all mine.

anyway, the plan was to set up some tzjd undefined hooking up during their first season, and then have them stick around in california for the start of the offseason, and have cole come visit after the habs lost in the stanley cup finals (wow, remember when that happened?)

A week and a half later, there he is, waving at Trevor under the overhang at arrivals. Cole’s the most solid body Trevor knows. Dense, like he’s vacuum-packed down to size. Hugging him is like colliding with a mailbox. He presses his face into Trevor’s neck, quick, and Trevor’s not going to read anything into that. That’s just as high as Cole’s face goes.

cole's expecting trevor to get right back to hooking up with him, and trevor's not going to resist. meanwhile jamie still expects trevor to be hooking up with him. trevor sneaks in and out of bedrooms for an awkward few days. there was going to be a golf scene with cam york rounding out the foursome. i did not write any of this. here is an excerpt from my notes:

Need multiple instances of cole and jamie kind of flirting, or cole flirting with jamie and trevor able to tell that jamie likes it, and trevor’s kind of furious but he can’t say anything about it because he’s hooking up with both of them

eventually cole sees trevor sneaking out of jamie's bedroom and cole and jamie have a little talk and cole is unfazed and jamie's mind is blown. then here is the only bit i actually wrote:

It’s silent for a moment in the main room. Then Cole’s raspy voice says something, too low for Trevor to catch over the grind of the icemaker. He lifts his cup off the lever in time to hear Jamie bark a laugh in response. “Sure, yeah.” Trevor can see the TV from the refrigerator, but not the far side of the couch, where they’re sitting. He sloshes vodka over his ice, adds a splash of the first juice he sees, some pomegranate bullshit Trace left in the fridge, and rounds the corner just in time to see Cole climbing into Jamie’s lap. Kneeling over Jamie and smiling, always fucking smiling, he takes Jamie’s face in his hands and kisses him. “What the fuck?” Trevor says loudly, managing not to drop his drink on the floor. They ignore him so completely it has to be on purpose. Jamie’s eyes are closed, face tilted upward to Cole’s. Cole smiles against Jamie’s lips and rakes a hand backward through his hair, tipping Jamie’s head back so he can press in closer, kiss him deeper. Trevor knows what this is like from every possible angle. Knows what it’s like to have Cole in his lap, his smiling kisses, knows what’s under Jamie’s hands as they smooth down Cole’s back and settle on his ass. Knows what it’s like to get hard against Jamie’s stomach, feel Jamie hard underneath him. It’s like an out of body experience, seeing it all happen in front of him while he’s on the other side of the room. Jamie slips a hand under the hem of Cole’s tank top, and Trevor knows how the smooth muscles of his obliques feel, knows without even being able to see it that Jamie’s working a thumb under Cole’s waistband, rubbing it over his hipbone. He was first. He’s the tallest. And they’re just ignoring him.

i did also have some notes for the dialogue that eventually followed:

“And you could have told me you were banging your roommate now?”

“We’re not banging.”

“Oh, what are you calling it then?”

[] “Whatever you and I were doing.”

“Did Jamie get his dick sucked?”

“No?” Trevor says uncertainly, wriggling a little in Jamie’s lap. He would have sucked Jamie’s dick if he’d thought of it. That should count for something.

Jamie, patiently: “Nobody’s getting his dick sucked.”

“Trevor got his dick sucked and he owes me.”

Jamie tugs at his hair again. “I think he should pay up.”

“You can suck Jamie’s dick after. He did get silver.”

........i mean, maybe i could have made this dynamic work, if i'd gotten it written in that era. but probably not. i was much better served turning my attention to umich.

#anonymarshmallow #wow how mortifying to gaze upon my slash heap

[mysticstarlightduck]

It's Blorbo Blursday! And I arrive with questions! Your blorbos go to the movies, who:

Forgets to turn off their phone?

Has to take out a second mortgage to buy snacks?

Finishes all the snacks during the previews?

Is the Talker (tm)?

Is the one that polishes off two sodas without realizing they're probably going to have to go to the bathroom at some point during the film?

Is the one to sneak into other theaters after their movie ends to catch a free one but shhh don't tell anybody!

Happy Blorbo Blursday! Thank you for the Ask, @writernopal!

I love this set of questions lol. I'll use the characters from The Last Wrath to answer this one!

Your blorbos go to the movies, who:

Forgets to turn off their phone? Lukan Velterin. And he would have the most obnoxious, tacky, and loud ringtone. Isolde promises that, if she has to hear that ringtone again while watching a movie, she'll smash his phone on the wall before he can answer whatever call he's received, but he doesn't seem to get the memo.

Has to take out a second mortgage to buy snacks? Julyan Ashiren, I am 100% sure. He is the kind of guy to buy the snacks for the others, (and hide the ones he bought for himself so that his siblings don't steal his share while he is distracted with the movie), and then complain about the price of said snacks for two weeks after leaving the theater.

Finishes all the snacks during the previews? Raelen, Sybil, Morwan and Vallerius. Those four can eat a lot in a small time frame. They'd make their way through all the snacks like a hurricane of little gremlins and then spend the movie complaining that they don't have a snack (Raelen would 100% nag Julyan for 15 minutes until he gives her one of his snacks to get her to shut up and let him watch the movie).

Is the Talker (tm)? EMRYC THORNE omg. This guy does NOT know how to shut up, it honestly becomes a problem for the others quite frequently during the actual events of The Last Wrath. He'd be the kind of guy that is like: "hey, that's the part when - (spoils the whole movie)"; "are you guys hearing that or is my ear ringing? oh, it's from the movie, okay"; "you know that during the production of this scene one of the actors-", etc. Until Ansell loses his patience and has to come up behind him to forcefully get him to "SHUT UP, WILL YOU?!". Unfortunately, this gets the whole theater to turn around, glaring at Ansell for being too loud, while Emryc cheekily goes silent.

Is the one that polishes off two sodas without realizing they're probably going to have to go to the bathroom at some point during the film? Morwan and Yuna. They'd be straight up chugging bottles of Pepsi, Coca-Cola, and Fanta, and then SUDDENLY beeline it to the bathroom without realizing why it happened, nearly knocking down the people in their path.

Is the one to sneak into other theaters after their movie ends to catch a free one but shhh don't tell anybody! This would be either Kaden, Tanwin, or Vallerius. Kaden and Vallerius would do it and more than likely would be caught while doing it because they'd be laughing the whole way in. Tanwin is so quiet that no one would even notice he entered another movie without paying, and he might even take someone's popcorn without them realizing it, and then come out of the movie theater two hours later to his deeply confused friends like nothing happened.

Bonus:

+ Zephyr falls asleep halfway through the movie and is DEEPLY confused by how the movie ends when he wakes up and then spends the rest of the night asking Jamie questions about what he missed.

+ Fabian finds a way to steal free candy from the vending machines in the hallway and refuses to share it with the others, since according to him "I had to struggle to get it, I get to eat it". Until Luciya takes the candy bag straight from his hands and distributes it among their friends without once breaking eye contact.

+ Cirien stays absolutely unmoved, undisturbed, and calm, throughout the scariest and most terrifying scenes in a horror movie, and then gets suddenly jumpscared for the most ridiculous reason during a non-scary scene.

+ Darian sobs at the end of romantic comedies. Everyone gets extremely worried about his mental health in general. Tanwin is unsurprised.

#writeblr #writers #my characters #my wips #writerblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #character writing #writing

[cuppachar]

For Whipped Back Jamie: While Jamie is recovering, his phone starts to go off with messages. Roy picks it up and sees that they are from Tartt Sr. They are taunting messages, honest to God taking credit for Jamie wining the match, saying a good flogging is just what Jamie needs to play like he did that day. Roy is murderous, but instead of going after Tartt Sr. himself, he calls in the cavalry. Roy just focuses on helping Jamie heal and understand his crappy dad was wrong about all of it.

I' m imagining that James Tartt Snr likes to leave voices messages to, so it normally hits Jamie so much harder to actually hears the vile messages and threats in his dad's spiteful voice.

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Roy listens to some as well reads some of the ominous messages, threatening Jamie with acts of violence that Roy now knows is something Jamie actually has to live with. Sickened and filled with a intrinsic need to protect Jamie, Roy actually answers the phone when the phone goes off in his hand.

"Finally," James Tartt promises violence when Roy connects the call. "Have I got to beat the respect for your old man back into you."

"This isn't Jamie," Roy growls instead.

"Who the fuck are you?" James sneers. "Put Jamie on."

"It's Kent," Roy practically hisses, clenches the phone within tight fingers. "And you're never speaking to Jamie again."

"Fuck off," James laughs loud and obnoxiously.

"You're not going anywhere near him," Roy continues. "You don't even get to look at him."

"I'm his dad," James says, voice slurring a weak jibe. "And you're just a has-been. Can't play with the big boys anymore. What's that saying - 'those who can't do, teach'."

"Impressive for a drunk waste of space," Roy laughs. "I'll give you one back 'you have been weighed, you have been measured, you have been found wanting'. You know what means, Tartt?"

"..." James stays silently fuming.

"It means you're a piece of shit dad," Roy hisses through tense lips. "And if I even find a a hair out of place on Jamie's head, or that he's even received another one these fucking vile messages of yours, I'm gonna find you and you'll regret even existing. Do you hear me?"

"Are you threatening me, Kent?" James laughs, but it sounds more nervous than before. "Going to dirty your hands?"

"Just looking out for your son, Tartt," Roy promises back. "I didn't say it had to become physical. Richmond has a good legal department and PR team. If you even think about trying anything with Jamie, don't expect to come away with a pretty penny."

Honestly, Roy wouldn't mind smashing Tartt Snr's face in, but he's not going to say that out loud now is he.

#writing #ideas #fic #tw #jamie tartt #roy kent #james tartt #roy dialogue #james dialogue #james tartt dialogue #dialogue #ted lasso tv

[revisitingstoneybrook]

#86 Mary Anne and Camp BSC: Chapter 9

Ugh, sorry again for the delay in posts! I’ll make sure to stay on top of this so I can actually get to some NEW books soon!

In this chapter, it’s the return of Jackie the Walking Disaster, so get ready to be beaten over the head with examples of how clumsy he is.

Now we get an(other) entry from Kristy in her handwriting this time about the cookout. Though...when did Stoneybrook Academy (SA) become SMS? Weird. Inconsistency #3! Oh, and the BSC girls should be quaking with fear because look who's joining Camp BSC now...Jackie Rodowsky! Turns out his family had been on vacation, so now he was going to come to camp. So get ready for endless, over-the-top examples that he's a Walking Disaster. While Karen's brattiness goes unnoticed. Favoritism!

And why are Archie and Shea not coming? Shea’s older (I forget if he’s 9 or 10), so I guess that makes sense he may be too old. Archie’s 4, he’s the same age as Andrew and Jamie, so he isn’t too young. Jackie kind of overshadows his brothers anyway.

Jackie shows up at Camp BSC just in time for the cookout and right off the bat, he drops the napkins in the dirt. Whoops. The kids clear a space for the campfire, and they bring out the food: Turkey hot dogs, baked beans, coleslaw and s'mores. Mary Anne says they got turkey hot dogs because Dawn refuses to eat beef or pork. Sure thing, Your Highness! She adds the kids won't know the difference between turkey and beef hot dogs but I call bullshit because there's a definite taste difference! 

While the kids roast hot dogs, Ricky pesters Logan, asking if he knows any ghost stories. Logan says he doesn't believe in ghosts and Ricky looks at Logan as if he just told him there's no Santa Claus. And since we're talking about ghost stories, Karen joins in and tells the group that ghosts are everywhere and there's even ghosts that eat hot dogs! Ooooh spooky. Are there ghosts that eat loudmouth, obnoxious bratty kids too? I sure hope there are.

Logan tells Karen in a very nice way she's being a pain in the ass. “He'd encountered Karen's world-class imagination before!” ARGH. This double-standard pisses me off. Karen isn't annoying and bratty...she's funny and has a wild imagination! Don’t these girls ever get sick of Morbidda Destiny or Ben Brewer?

Oh, and Jackie's turning his hot dog into a black, burnt mess and as he eats it, he spills his baked beans. Because, you know, he's a WALKING DISASTER! We get it, Nola Thacker! The kid's clumsy! Kristy reassures the kids that there will be ghost stories, because they're a real camp that has cookouts and you tell ghost stories at cookouts. It's sad she had to stick that last part in there because her stepsister and her friends have put a damper on everything.

Nicky says Pow should have come because he'll eat up all the food that everyone's spilled, leading into a discussion about everyone's dogs. Which means when Shannon says something, we have to reiterate that it's Shannon Kilbourne saying it, not Shannon the dog. Because dogs are known to talk, so we have to distinguish. And this is the first time I’m hearing of Shannon being at the camp - hi, Shannon!

They go into the barn for ghost stories, and Karen tries to frighten everyone with the mention of the...Barn Ghost. Logan, who's prepared for this, tells her that the Barn Ghost only comes out after midnight and can't follow you home because it's just the ghost of a barn mouse. Thank you, Logan.

Logan attempts to tell the story of the guy with the yellow ribbon around his neck but Charlotte, of all people, finishes the sentence up “and when he untied it, his head fell off,” and asks for something good and scary. Are we sure this is Charlotte Johanssen, and not another Charlotte? Because she's as big of a scaredy cat as Mary Anne is!

Mallory then tells a bloody and morbid ghost story with everyone dying. The sitters aren't too amused but the kids love it. The ghostie forgot to mention it was about a family of eight kids and all but the eldest died at the hands of an evil ghost. The eldest then sold the bodies to Sweeney Todd and with the money, got a nose job and some dibble sparkly sweatshirts.

Karen then tells one of her stories. Let me guess - is it Morbidda Destiny or Ben Brewer? Oh, it's the one about the cave full of vampire bats. I guess she made this one up on the spot. Mary Anne even tries telling one about a ghostly cat, which she says kind of happened to Dawn once. Um...wasn't it Mallory and the Ghost Cat? 

Geez, even the ghosties hate Mallory! Now Dawn's stealing her mysteries! Inconsistency #4 in this book!

Kristy then manages to scare the shit out of everyone (including Karen) with the story of a ghost that hated cookouts and haunted them. She says the ghost spotted a group of kids go into a barn and then Logan jumps out and scares everyone. Take that, Karen! I guess they were afraid because the book says the campers cried out “Eeeeeeehhhh,” which I guess is supposed to be shrieking.

Oh, and when roasting marshmallows, Jackie burns his to a crisp and adds that into a s'more. Because, you know, he's a WALKING DISASTER, DAMMIT.

#babysitters club #bsc #snark #mary anne spier #mary anne and camp bsc

[autisticlalna]

bell noises. ~@betweenlands

BELL NOISES! viking <3

first impression:

his skin is REALLY COOL and then i started watching his pov and literally right after his opening narration i was like "oh my god i love him". "socially awkward ghost who wants to make friends............." <- actual quote from me at the time. also i was revising the lalna chart at the time so i took one look at "blonde with goggles" and went "ah. You." impression now: MICROWAVING HIM. oh my god i have not been this obnoxious about a mcyt in a WHILE he's!! he's so!!!! oh my godddd . there is something wrong with him and i support it wholeheartedly. i genuinely started calling him my meow meow in dms with solar and that's when i realized i can never go back. i am so normal. also my enthusiastic liveblogging is apparently what sold solar on dominion so >:) favorite moment: REALLY HARD TO PICK AAA uhhhh the watermelon argument is really good for a comedy moment. and then him revealing to legundo that he has his iou is SUCH a scene, like that really locked him in as a fav for me. the absolute menace idea for a story: i have been sitting on a half-unfinished fic about viking's pov of the start of dominion. like, while he's in permanent phantom mode and no one can see or hear him. i don't think i'll finish it at this point because it just isn't Sticking and i'm having more fun with visual art rn but i rotate that entire period of time a lot. i REALLY want to do something with that unpopular opinion: are there even any???? like i think all of my viking opinions are shared by most people lmao. i guess i wish there was some art of other dominion members (on tumblr at least) bc a lot of it is Just Viking but also i am very responsible for that myself lmao favorite relationship: i have no idea what's going on with him and grady but like, grady offered him a job at the tavern when viking first became perceivable but also there's the whole thing with viking's criminal record where grady's usually the one grabbing him and going hey. what the hell yk. see: the watermelon convo. and also viking "confessing" about the diamonds. i mean i guess my favourite dynamic is viking and legundo but that's a given and i think grady's neat favorite headcanon: PLURAL VIKING but you've covered that uhhh hold on i have just pulled a headcanon out of my hat. viking used to try and have conversations with the other dominion guys before he was tangible and even after he figured out they couldn't hear him he still kept doing it. like jamie and nuke would be having a conversation and viking would be hanging out near them and joining in even though neither of them could hear him. he still does this even after becoming perceivable so people'll be talking about whatever and then suddenly viking will chime in and scare everybody. also just generally "viking is not used to people being able to see and hear him" so he walks into people's houses or talks to himself a lot or messes with stuff and IMMEDIATELY gets caught

your honour. vikingpilot. thanks

#leo.txt #leos reply #betweenlands #dominion #bell noises!

[sexyrasputin]

James didn’t care what had happened or how. Time blurred by as he raced for Alice. Someone attacked Lev, who got away, but James still didn’t care. She was there. Alice was here.

“Wonderland,” James breathed out, gently cupping the unwounded side of her face with his calloused hand. The other half of her face featured the the design from her mask cut into her skin. James knew Alice would hate it as it healed, but he didn’t care. Alice was okay. His Alice was fine.

“Jamie,” she gasped, barely able to breathe through the burning pain. “You’re here.” She knew he’d come. Alice had sat there, tied to a chair for the last few hours. After biting off Lev’s thumb (his blood coated her mouth and lips), he’d set into cutting up her face. The beautiful mask she’d chosen for the night’s gala now lay permanently on her skin. One of Alice’s favorite parts of herself had always been her clear, smooth skin. So much for that.

But that didn’t matter. James was here.

“I’m going to marry you, Wonderland,” James promised, placing the softest kiss to Alice’s lips before she felt someone yank him away. After that, Alice only grew more out of it. Shock, blood loss, trauma, it all added up, and Alice passed out.

////

She woke up to James’ bruised face hanging over hers, blocking the obnoxiously bright light of what must have been the hospital, if the overly sanitized scent said anything.

“Why are you hurt?” Alice choked out. Before answering, James lifted a cup of water and a straw to her lips.

“Your brother was right; I got you hurt, Alice,” he whispered. Alice frowned.

“Lev was going to do whatever it took to hurt me, and this had nothing to do with you. It would have happened eventually.” That made James frown, but the door slamming open interrupted any response.

“Ally!” Atticus pushed James away, roughly, of course, and grabbed his sister’s hand. Alice offered her older brother a weak smile.

“Thanks for rescuing me, Ace.”

He smiled sadly. “I’ll always come for you. You’re my sister—my chosen family.” He echoed the words Alice had once given him over three years ago, during the beginnings of the Lev debacle.

“Move over, babe. Cal’s coming through.” This came from Ravyn, who took Alice’s hand from Ace. Alice heard her brother grumbling about why Cal got a turn, but they all knew it was good natured. Alice had become a little sister to Cal, too.

“Chose family,” Alice said weakly, teasing her brother. This got a weak grunt, but he shut up about that particular matter.

Cal came to the side of Alice’s bed, and she didn’t miss that he spent the entire time glaring at James.

“He’s still not good enough, but he’ll do. And you’ll be okay.” There was no question in Cal’s words. Alice would be okay. It may take years or months or weeks or decades. She didn’t know. But she’d be okay. She had her family and James at her side.

As Alice fell asleep again, slipping back into the cover of unconsciousness, she heard Torin bantering with Ravyn, probably trying to keep her distracted so she didn’t baby Alice. And all she cared about was that James held her hand as she passed back out.

Yeah, she’d be okay one day.

#a coalition story

[savejamiecampbellbower]

part C 02

a continuation from part C 01

nobody could have been able to finish reading at such a fast pace all the evidence i have amassed here, and then quickly dismiss it as totally untrue in less than twenty minutes time after jess-moloney.tumblr.com received the two inbox messages i had sent. those messages were about exposing the actual jessica moloney, not about them, the tumblr jess moloney. what made them think they had to be about them? what exactly made them block my account? why precisely now the sudden 180-degree change in personality and attitude? haven't they been encouraging people to come out and even send them all kinds of evidence about jamie's girlfriend's sinister activities? this begs the question, is the effort to help, save, and aid james campbell bower by exposing the despicable shadiness of the world of celebrities genuine or is it everything part of team con's efforts to do damage control through reverse psychology similarly to britney spears's case? is jess-moloney.tumblr.com trying to help jamie and his fans become aware of fake wannabe fans and fake wannabe celebrity friends or are they hiding a hate blog behind tons of excuses and malicious mental gymnastics? is jess-moloney.tumblr.com actually jessica moloney or an insane, dangerous, morally debauched and horrendously loathsome fan with multiple personality disorder and lots of sock puppet accounts? who and what is hiding behind the truther facade? why do they become so rabidly mad and obnoxiously judgmental instead of thankful when somebody provides them further backup to their claims? why are they downplaying the gravity and seriousness of human trafficking and say it is nothing but trolling as if this could never ever happen to anyone, and that celebrities can't be human trafficking survivors? why is their blog full of darvo and gaslight manipulation tactics? why did they react as if they are jamie bower's possible handler girlfriend and they had been caught red-handed? what could have been the purpose of this charade pretending to be a shill exposing blog if that's the case? negative celebrity publicity? some kind of a sick, perverted, twisted joke? shouldn't they be thankful there are others who are trying to help them reach their goal of raising awareness about bad people infiltrating the nicer celebrities' lives as well as their fandoms? is jess-moloney.tumblr.com being outraged by a certain type of post writing, editing and formatting legit or just a superficial excuse? did jess-moloney.tumblr.com forget when they got offended when anons were criticizing their bad grammar and spelling in the beginning? why did they immediately dismiss what i had brought up for discussion when my sources of information are as authentic as theirs? why do they act so hypocritically and aggressively? do they think they are the next best self-appointed armchair psychiatrist? are they really receiving and answering so many questions in such a short amount of time or are they the only one who is asking and answering them? who really are the innocent victims and the evil perpetrators? how guilty is jessica moloney, james campbell's girlfriend of being a scam? is she swindling everyone or is she set up as a fall girl and a patsy? is she being blackmailed by loan sharks to do certain things and act in a certain way or else…..?

connect the dots

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jessica moloney #jess moloney #jessicagate #jessgate #fashiongate #free britney #britney is not free #britney spears

[stopeatingwhales]

second chance x damon albarn

i'm surprised i haven't written anything about dilf damon yet bc i've been so obsessed with him recently wtf. anyways enjoy x

i might do a second part to this, idk yet tho

Pairing: dilf damon x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2.786

Requested by anon <3

༉‧₊˚✧

“Do you want to come over?” I abruptly asked, the silence pouring through the line deafening my ears as my fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt. The desperation and moment that led to me ringing my ex-boyfriend at what was nearing eight in the evening seemed as though it was a fever dream, the words rolling off my tongue so delicately out of apprehension only a fragment of that trance. In all honesty, I had no idea as to why I rang Damon, or to what extent the string of thoughts guided me towards the action of calling - we had been broken up for around a year, and it came as a much larger shock that I was able to muster the amount of courage to tap his contact on my phone and attentively listen to the thunderous rings as the landlines attempted to connect, instead of quickly shutting the phone off before he was able to receive a missed call alert.

“Uh, um - are you sure?” he questioned, the stutter escaping his mouth insinuated that he was just as dazed at my sudden offer as me, the demeanour of his voice accentuating the idea that he was entirely finished with the ephemeral chapter of his life which had me intertwined inside as his partner; that he had gotten over me quicker than the momentary period our relationship lasted. My heart sank, realising how indigent I sounded, as if I had never gotten over him throughout our time apart - which I did, learning to live with myself was easier than I had thought it was going to be; the weeks leading up to the breakup stemming from the distance we shared apart due to Damon consistently being on tour and never providing enough time for me, for us, to consider one another as more than romantically acquainted, though that didn’t mean the gap in my heart had been sealed shut, it was simply brimmed with other, unspecial fragments of things which could only distract the thought of him for so long, until I’d discover myself adventuring for something else to hyperfixate my thoughts upon, though he always returned.

“Yeah…” My voice trailed off, so quiet that I struggled to sustain the volume. Though we had only just spoken, the trance that he had obtained over me for all those months we were with one accord, returned in an instant, having the same rush that a recollection of memories, pastimes that were once forgotten, crumbled to dust, had been reborn; ignited into a new bloom in the height of a harvest, resulting in the scolding of yourself upon how you granted the ability to forget such a thing. It seemed as if all those thoughts, ideations convinced to the point that I had gotten over him, were myriads of masks attempting to say it enough to believe it. Without a doubt, I had never overcome the strains of the acquaintance we shared - and I could only hope he felt the same way.

I heard his throat clear itself before his voice echoed through the telephone speakers once again. “Alright… I’ll be there in a bit.” he mumbled, those words bringing a soft, yet apprehensive grin to my lips. I had no idea what I was doing, or why, but it felt right.

It felt as if only the sum of a few minutes passed when I heard a distinguishable knock on the door; one that had not rang through my ears for an interminable amount of time, one that was able to send me months back in time to a period where he had significantly been a figurehead dictating the story. As I jolted up to answer the door, it felt as if things were normal again, back to how they used to be so many nights previous; me waiting for him to come home after he spent a long day at the recording studio, crafting what could only be assumed was the pure essence of talent, unlocking the door to allow my arms to envelop into an embrace cherished with affection and warmth, proving he longed to have my presence just as much as I craved his. Once my eyes met the sight of him, my heart dropped at the overwhelming feeling of my reminiscing about what once was, the nostalgia for a moment so authentically shaped with what could only be described as true love, my body yearning to relish in the sensation of his arms protectively wrapped around my body, a feeling which could only fulfill one’s heart with all that it desires. "Hi..." I trailed off, stunned by how similar, yet different his appearance was from when we last saw one another. His hair had the same shape, though it seemed a little shorter, his eyebags still prominent on his features, though it seemed as if they had sagged down slightly, posing the idea of whether he had been sleeping alright. His torso still adorned shirts with dark colours, amplified with one of his leather jackets which only made me more attracted to him. Widening the door, he set foot into the apartment, nodding his head lightly as a greeting. Although I was very elated to the fact that he was in my apartment, it felt eerie having him back here after so long, stepping foot into the space that was once served merely as a homely and secure space where we both could simply live and enjoy our time together, no distractions included.

Once I had followed him into the living space, he took a seat onto the couch facing the television. I attempted to make my footsteps omit as little noise as possible, as if to avoid damaging the awkward silence that had been shared between the pair of us. It went without saying that neither of us knew how to break the ice, or where this was going to head. One could only hope that the outcome of this meeting was positive. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering over to the cabinet adjacent to the television, supplied with all sorts of alcoholic beverages in which I had not touched, simply there as a point of manners to offer when somebody had come over. “White?” I offered, pulling out an almost-full bottle of white wine. I knew he hated it.

"You know I’ve always hated white." he mumbled, a small smile playing upon his lips. Something about that little grin plastered on his lips made my stomach flip and turn, welcoming a swarm of butterflies to accentuate the nervous pit that had formed within myself. The intense feelings reminded me of the same bewilderment your body undergoes during the first date; there is such a raw attraction to somebody that you know far too little about, but you are so hypnotised by their presence it is as if they’re the only thing in the world that matters, to the point that they obnoxiously overtake your mind, every little thought occupied with their name, wondering whether they may like such and such, like an infection spreading without you knowing such cure for it. The atmosphere was intense, carrying the same ambience of two strangers meeting for the first time in an isolated space, though there was also a refreshing element of familiarity that neither of us wanted to admit that we appreciated so deeply.

"Red?" I asked, snatching the half empty bottle as I placed the other wine bottle back in its designated place, turning my head back to fix my gaze onto Damon, raising my eyebrows as a form of derise for the drink. Nodding his head in response, I quickly took two glasses from the cabinet, brimming them both with the alcoholic liquid before slowly making my way to sit next to him on the sofa, handing him one of the glasses as he thanked me in response. The same devilish silence echoed in the room once again as we granted the situation to truly sink in - thankfully alcohol was present. As I took a sip of the beverage, I tried to gulp down as much liquid as possible before I spoke once again. "So... how have you been?"

"Good... Just came off tour actually. Was a really successful one." he replied, his voice laced with a slight tone of doubt, edging the regret of so eagerly returning back into a place that was once so attached to his occupancy. He carried on talking about how the tour had been, my head subconsciously nodding, attentive to what he was talking about. Each time he had told me about something new they had added, or something they had changed surrounding the live performance set-up, it never failed to blow me away. Him and Jamie together, working on such a creative idea and putting it to life on stage was truly something out of rare virtuosity, disregarding the lengthy old ramblings from Damon almost every night he had returned home about how much Jamie had pissed him off, having a petty argument as if it was a be or end all in their friendship. It was actually a good form of entertainment, seeing how riled up Damon had gotten simply because of something that Jamie joked in an interview.

Once he had finished talking, our eyes connected, uncertainty clouded in his eyes as he searched for the reason behind him needing to come over. "Y/N, why did you ask me to come over?" He said, abrupt, almost as if those words had been lingering at the back of his mind the entire time we had been in one another’s acquaintance; the ease of the sting of words rolling off his tongue softly implied that, perhaps a try to prevent the harshness of the asking from offending me in the slightest. "We haven't seen each other for a year, why now?"

Both gazes never dared to break contact as if we had attempted to communicate telepathically - the ideation of instigating a conversation as awkward as how this had become, the two of us simply wanting the ground to swallow us whole. His gaze had the ability to put me into a trance upon which I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else except for the utter magnificence that was birthed into his loving eyes. Inhaling sharply, I tried to collect the thoughts in my brain that had been travelling in all directions, searching for all sorts of different possibilities that the conversation could reach. "Can we give it a second chance?" I asked absentmindedly, the realisation of what had just rolled off my tongue not settling in my mind until his eyes widened, speechless and shocked at my sudden questioning.

Sighing, he cocked his head to the side. “Love, we didn't work out the first time..." he began, my heart dropping to my stomach as the thought of him breaking my heart again entered my mind. His expression quickly softened once he saw my face drain colour, explaining all that he needed to know about how I had coped since he had left the picture. "I don't want to hurt you again."

Breaking away from the stare, I gawked at the dark shades of red that had adorned the transparent glass clasped in my palm. Holding in my emotions wasn’t going to do me any justice, and since he was here, it would not make sense for me to stupidly avoid the whole reasoning behind me needing him inside my apartment after so long. “It’s been so hard trying to get over you,” I mumbled, my voice almost inaudible out of embarrassment, though I knew he could hear me. “I need you.”

What I didn’t see from my shameful gaze at the ground, was the miniscule beam that broke out across Damon’s features. What I was unaware of, my body encompassed in such a impotent state of pure isolation, was that Damon had been as dependent on hearing those words escaping my mouth before he could admit the same to himself. Though it had all been answered to me as he softly brought his arm to caress my arm, gently squeezing the skin as a form of reassurance, implying the notion that he understood, that he felt the same way, after all this time. We broke up not because we lost feelings, but because the emotions we carried for one another were too strong to handle, too intense to progress with, that when he was gone for those long hours it had left me in such a stupor of helplessness and melancholy that it was unbearable to handle without it tarnishing my health. Unsurprisingly, at this point we knew where the conversation was headed; my desires to be swathed in his arms once again that I had tried so hard to banish to the back of my mind, to the depths of my distant memories in which by reliving such a hug came flooding back, my body leaned into his touch almost instantaneously, a subconscious reflex that I had craved, such an embrace that no other person could give, the mere side hug from him was able to banish all the pain that I had tried so diligently to mask away for the past few months.

We sat there for a short while, taking in the moment as it had played throughout, our breathing syncing together as comfort relished in the atmosphere, our minds now finally at peace while all the conflict that had battled our minds over the time we weren’t together. "Let me come on tour with you." I said, my head resting against his shoulder.

A chuckle erupted out of his throat. “It’s not that easy love.”

"Why can't it be? You're literally the frontman!" I exclaimed, lifting my head off his shoulder to connect eyes with him. "Damon, it would be so fun!" I exclaimed, attempting to encourage him.

It was as if things had mended back together, all the cracks in the pavements had been glued together to mend the time lost, as if it had never occurred. Through all the hardship I had faced trying to find the remedy to my heartache, I was dumbfounded to realise that it had been sitting in front of me, at the top of my phone’s contact list, right in front of my eyes this entire time. His eyes were calling out to me, enveloping my heart in comfort and warmth, the hunger radiating out eager to the ideation of starting anew and preserving the time in which we had lost, building new memories, unfastening the lock on the clock dictating the length of the relationship, allowing it to elongate, carry on as long as we could. My heart brimmed with homeliness - the house I was inside finally feeling normal to me once again.

"I'll see what I can do," he grins, the beautiful sight causing a small smile to erupt on my face as my body melted back into his arms once again. "No promises though."

It felt nice to wake up next to someone again the next morning, on the mattress that once was a carcass of many tears of sadness and melancholy, authentically conveyed by the essence of nihilism embodied from isolation, the kind of philosophical beliefs one could only develop an understanding towards subsequent to irrational thinking as the hours fell still, leaving you sat there, reliving the last moments from your memory bank with the significant other you had soiled ends with, a person who had supported you from the very beginning, even when things formed a bitter congestion to the relationship devoured by both participants, perhaps from the acceleration of argumentation shared, or the distance that had started to weave its way between, leaving you both stranded to conclude, as if you were both on separate, desolate islands fighting against the starvation of progressing through your lives and starting anew, departing from the old knots and attachments formed once epitomising pure adoration and love, though over time spawning to be the offspring of the devil. A person whom you knew would make your bed every morning, cradle you in his arms at the darkest hours to baptise the negativity coiled in your brain, whispering what seems like sweet nothings, merely sounding like soft raspy groans due to them being exhausted out of their mind, but you knew they were saying something to you, you could hear it, acknowledge it in a language that nobody else was able to understand. I relished in concession that he who lay beside me was the one that bestowed and epitomised all the things that I once lacked a night before. A lover.

#want 2 marry dilf damon ngl #he's literally perfect #damon albarn x reader #gorillaz #britpop #90s #nineties #damon albarn #band imagines #fluff #my writing

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ted lasso 2x06 thoughts

OK FANDOM HOW ARE WE FEELING

Rebecca texting her 'mystery lightning man' in bed while her hot stupid side piece makes her breakfast is just...that is a power move on a whole other level. I am in awe. Queen. Goddess.

Between Jamie's dad, Rebecca's parents, and the ongoing mystery of Ted's father...does anyone on this show have a good relationship with their parents besides Sam?? Is Higgins going to have to adopt the entire cast?

He'd do a good job of it, to be certain - it was an easily overlooked plot line, but I love that while fan-favourites Ted, Nate and Rebecca all straight away bottle doing the right thing and telling Beard that his relationship is an unhealthy one, Higgins makes the call to step up and do good. Last season one of the core aspects of Higgins' arc was not telling the truth that needed to be told and we saw how much it bothered him, and I love how that's such a key part of his character. He's such a good dad.

And on that note: avoidance of difficult issues was such a part of this episode, from Ted's phone call about Henry to Beard's relationship, to Rebecca and her delightfully batty mum. I do think this is one of those arcs that would probably have landed better if we saw the whole season as a binge-watch, because we'd be able to see it playing out a lot easier, but it's so clear to see that our heroes are dealing with a lot of emotional repression (we're in England, after all) and I am loving this train wreck it's becoming.

The pub regulars were on fire in this episode. Between Baz backing down from his rather...enthusiastic fanboying and their heckling of GBBO (we've all done it, right?) I'm really glad we got them on our screens again.

I loved the little scene of Ted strolling about the grounds saying hi to the non-football employees of Richmond - it's a nice reminder that he's done so much for the club morale beyond the actual team members.

‘I am a strong and capable man. I am not a piece of shit.’ Ok, who the fuck has been hurting Colin?

Jamie was spot-on perfect this episode. I'm amazed at how smoothly Phil Dunphy passed from 'obnoxious little weasel' to 'himbo comedy gold' in the space of one season; he is a really underrated comedy character and I hope the showrunners make the most of it. I'm torn between 'bad hair' and 'so I can go back to being a prick?' as the funniest moment, but honestly it was all good. I also love how he and Roy are clearly settling into the fond exasperation of best frenemies - we got a sliver of it at the gala episode last season and I'm looking forward to more.

Also the first signs that the Gospel of Ted isn't always 100%: it was good to see Roy correcting Ted's coaching of Jamie and arranging that delightfully spiteful foul-and-goal. And Nate! Nate arranging the final play when Beard and Roy were spiralling!!

I'm still so worried about Nate and obviously there's more drama and pain in store, but for now I'm just buzzing about him actually getting the recognition he deserves. Nate the Great!

I'm always excited about the little team moments, because we never get enough of them, but seeing the happiness of the team after the win, inviting Sharon out for a drink, even just the moments of Isaac and Colin goofing around in the taxi (I miss their broship!) all warmed my heart.

And now onto the main event:

SAM IS THE MYSTERY BANTR MAN. Apart from my bemusement about twenty-one year olds who casually quote poets on dating apps (this...does not happen in my universe at all) I am both so worried and so intrigued. I really find the idea of a proper thing between him and Rebecca leaving a bit of a bad taste in the mouth - the age gap is significant, she's his boss, they're so nice as friends - but the show-writers have handled other difficult issues really well, so I trust they can handle this too.

I've already said that the parallels that would emerge between Rebecca 'n Sam (Rebecca dating a much younger man with such a notable power imbalance) and Rupert's own dating history...would be an interesting one. If she does pursue something with Sam I kinda hope this gets brought up? Because honestly if we had a male boss in his forties dating his twenty-one year old female employee on the show we would all be kicking off about it, and it's pretty skeevy not to at least acknowledge that when the genders are swapped.

AND TED. OH TED. I have so many feels about this that I can't all get down - I'm not quite sure why he was hearing replays of Jamie's dad in his head, but the 'father issues' klaxon is blaring loud and clear - but I'm just so glad it ended the way it did, with him finally asking Sharon for help. Roll on next Friday.

ETA: I just realised Sam’s the one who helps Jamie up after his foul and then stops the Spurs player from clobbering him. Oh. My. Heart.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #the little things

[stray-kids-react]

Their Crush isn't ready yet

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° You were fresh from a toxic relationship, being cheated on by your ex 7 times and trying to convince yourself that he won't do it again. But your friends convinced you to end it, knowing you deserve much better.

° You best friend Chan felt conflicted on the situation, feeling joy that he has a chance but sadness at how broken you seemed. He didn't want to tell you his feelings while you are still so sensitive, but it happened.

° Seeing you sobbing in your bed alone over someone who didn't deserve you, he couldn't control himself when he rushed to your side. Soothing you with his embrace and gentle kisses to absorb the tears that streamed.

° You didn't want to date anyone at the moment, but you didn't want Chan to stop holding you either. You didn't know what to call what that meant, but that mystery was all you needed right now.

"We don't need to be anything right now, I'll wait. But whatever we are right now is perfectly fine with me."

Lee Know

° You were a new idol, having to obey the dating ban for three years exactly. Even if you had feelings for anyone, you couldn't act on them unless you wanted to be hated by the public and your entertainment.

° After doing a special stage with Stray Kids, you quickly became attached to Minho. Wanting to do nothing else than go out with him, but as an idol you had a responsiblity to not become attached to anyone.

° Minho knew about your dating ban, but it still stung that he would have to wait for three years just to ask you out. He wished the entertainments weren't so strict, then idols could be free and do what they wanted.

° Minho will still attempt to date you secretly, even if it risks his reputation. He wants to live his life as an idol but also wants to be free to do what he wants. And he will do anything for you to join him.

"I know the idol life is hard, but if you give me once chance I swear no one will have a clue about us. One chance is all I ask for."

Changbin

° You had massive anxiety issues, it took you years to open up to Stray Kids. You were closest to Changbin and trusted him to protect you when you felt nervous or uncomfortable in any situation.

° Changbin fell in love with you, but knew the chances of getting accepted were slim. He'd have to wait at least another year and warm up to you more for you to consider going on a date with him.

° That still didn't mean his heart wouldn't stop everytime you clung onto him or asked him for something in your adorable hushed voice. It was bittersweet adoring someone he knew would probably reject him.

° Changbin never talked to you about these feelings, not wanting to make things awkward or scare you off. He knew you weren't ready for any commitments at the moment and he was okay with waiting.

"So when you do go in a date with someone, what do you think your ideal date scenario would be? Just out of curiosity."

Hyunjin

° You were dating a huge douche bag who you didn't even like that much, your family adored him so you had to put up with the relationship you didn't want to be in. But his best friend made things complicated.

° His best friend was Hyunjin, a handsome gentleman that made your heart skip a beat once he opened his mouth. Your family didn't pay attention to Hyunjin, listening to your boyfriend's obnoxious stories instead.

° Hyunjin kept tagging along many more times, always connecting to you and treating you better than your boyfriend does. He'd give you his jacket, compliment you, and sneak away with you to watch a movie.

° You never thought you'd kiss someone when dating someone else, but here you were in the back of the theatre with Hyunjin's lips molded against yours in the most satisfying way possible.

"I know you don't love him, and I don't need confirmation on that. Your family is strict, but waiting and fighting for you is worth it."

Han

° You were a busy person, and your main focus was on your job. Everyone who knew you, knew that your only love was for for your job and you weren't going to settle down your life anytime soon.

° Your coworker Jisung admired your passion and determination, his admiration turning into a crush in a matter of months. But he knew you weren't going to focus on anything else except your career.

° Jisung would love to see you let loose and have some fun, he wants to be your stress reliever. But you won't let anyone get too close to you, this is disappointing since he can see how hard you are on yourself.

° All he could do was try to become close enough that he could take atelast some of your stress away, even if it is just as a close friend and nothing more. He doesn't want to see you overwork yourself.

"How about we go take a coffee break, you've been printing so much stuff that I think it recognizes your fingerprint now."

Felix

° You were going through a rough patch at the time, being bullied everyday by a group of students at your university. They'd harass you until you reached your dorm room, sometimes trying to get inside with you.

° Your crush/best friend Felix knew about the bullies, but didn't know how bad they truly were. He lived on the campus opposite of yours and checked in on you as often as he could. That's how he found out.

° They were banging on your door calling you a slut, dumb ass, pathetic, peice of garbage ect. And Felix didn't need one more second til he stormed over there to get them away from you.

° They eventually scattered when they heard the Dean storming the halls, letting Felix have some room to open the door and comfort your sobbing figure. Your relationship was confusing, but needed.

"It's okay, I won't let them hurt you anymore. We'll go to the professor tomorrow, but for right now I need you to take a deep breath."

Seungmin

° Seungmin had a crush on you ever since he was a trainee, you were in a senior group but known as one of the younger members. While hosting ASC he even mentioned to Jamie how talented you were.

° Seungmin knew that JYP was making your dating ban longer due to your popularity among fans, but this didn't stop hsi crush from continuing to grow as he got to know you for more than just an idol crush.

° Seungmin would sneak you snacks when you were on a very strict diet, not understanding why you needed to lose anymore weight. And on days off he would invite you to play some games with him.

° You truly liked Seungmin and had one more year til your contract was finished with JYP, you'd only have to wait one more year until you could see how much your relationship with Seungmin blossoms.

"I'm sorry that JYP is so harsh on you, I know it doesn't really help anything but I do think that you deserve to be treated better."

Jeongin

° Jeongin was your brother's best friend, the best friend that your brother told you not to start crushing on because that would be gross. But, you ended up crushing on his best friend nonetheless.

° It all started when Jeongin was staying at your house and the power went off, you were alone and scared in your room. He brought candles to your room and talked to you until you felt tired enough to go to sleep.

° You didn't want to put your brother in an awkward spot so you tired to hide your feelings from Jeongin. But he figured it out whenever you blushed at the sight of him, hoping your brother doesn't notice it.

° When you brother was asleep one night, Jeongin decided to confront you on the tense subject. He felt the same bittersweet sensation that you did, but needed to know if you at least liked him back.

"I know it may distress you, but I do think if we warm your brother up to the idea that we may be able to go out."

#stray kids #kpop #changbin #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #bang chan #felix skz #skz fluff #skz requests #skz reactions #skz felix

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟕: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍

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what is their favorite shift to work/time of day ?

trip generally prefers to work in the mornings and afternoons. he likes the morning shift because that’s when he has the most energy and he likes the availability it gives him for the rest of the day. however, the actual work necessary during the afternoon shift is more his style ( he loooves working with people ). he also doesn’t mind the jennifer supervision, namely because he likes to show off and be praised for his work. compared to jerry’s constant belittlement, jennifer actually gives him credit sometimes, so that’s a definite plus.

who are your muse’s top 3 favorite people to work with ? 

kc : *you’re my best friend by queen starts playing* yeah, this is the bff “i moved off your couch so we don’t see each other quite as often anymore” pick. they just always have a good time together and i think they’re still able to get a lot of good work done despite their occasional chaos. trip will literally jump for joy if he sees that he shares a shift with kc, and i imagine the two will go out for milkshakes either before or right after a shared shift. it’s sweet.

nisa : nisa is pleasantly surprising, though he’d never admit that to her face. he likes to watch her work and hear the kinds of music she recommends to customers. he’s garnered a lot of newfound respect for her because of this. basically, she keeps him on his toes, and that’s good when he’s having to power through a seemingly never - ending shift. she also seems to tolerate him more at work than at band practice, so that makes things easier. edit : i’ve recently discovered they have a mutual love for boy bands, so trip also likes working with her because she’s one of the few that will indulge him on this.

kem : honestly ? kem just lets him get away with a lot sldkfjlskjdfk. like, he’s a nice guy and that is something trip will readily and happily take advantage of if given the chance, especially when he doesn’t want to do a monotonous task like cleaning up or restocking. i don’t think it goes much deeper than that. trip’s just an asshole.

who does your muse not like to work with ? 

jamie : self explanatory. trip doesn’t like him. i feel like shifts between the two will usually involve trip entering a silent competition of sorts ? like he’ll subconsciously try to sell more, clean more, and generally do more than jamie and it’s . . . a problem. that said, i don’t think he gets outwardly antagonistic. he actually tries to ignore jamie’s existence during shared shifts entirely ( excluding his whole internalized rivalry thing, you know ).

wes : again, trip just doesn’t like the guy. he’s condescending, he calls him ‘oliver’, trip can’t figure out what the fuck he’s doing here to begin with . . . it’s a whole thing. also wes took his preferred parking spot once and i don’t think he’ll ever be over that.

clementine : she kinda freaks him out chief !! morning shifts when things are slow are particularly rough because he becomes very, very aware of the way she’s burning a hole through the back of his skull with her eyes.

aaaaand okay. i do need to give an honorable mention to blair on this one, though it’s less because he dislikes working with her and more because they simply should not work together for other people’s sanity. they will be obnoxiously in tune with each other one second ( knitting together during downtime, singing elvis covers for funsies, tag - teaming to sell customers on things, Being Themselves [ you know ], etc ) only to turn around and start bickering like 12 year olds the very next. it’s genuinely the most annoying thing to be around. if your muse gets stuck working a shift with them, i wouldn’t blame them for quitting.

what is in your muse’s locker ? 

honestly, not a whole lot. trip doesn’t exactly have a lot of possessions. especially not ones he just leaves lying around away from his person. i feel like he forgets he even has a locker sometimes lol. that said, there are maybe a couple things in there besides the cobwebs : cds he has yet to take out to his car, some tools for if said car decides to break down during his shift, a stray guitar pick here and there . . . i can’t imagine there’s much else. maybe a weeks old attempted prank by marty that never worked out because he literally never opens his work locker.

how does your muse get to work ? 

he drives ! he even has a favorite parking spot that he has always been very adamant is His Spot ( even though it literally isn’t ). he’s always down to carpool people to and from work if they’re sharing shifts, so don’t be afraid to hit him up for that :> not much else to say besides that.

finally, list the top 3 albums your muse has on rotation during their shift.

this was really hard because i can’t just pick albums he likes, right ? they have to fit the work vibe ( hence no blink - 182 ) and they can’t be too overplayed otherwise he’ll grow sick of it. that said, here are the ones i think he’d lean towards :

tragic kingdom ( no doubt ) — trip is a gwen stefani fan first and a person second. plus it’s just a good album. enough said ( sorry christian ).

into the fire ( bryan adams ) — reckless and waking up the neighbors are close seconds, but i feel like they potentially fall into the overplayed category. into the fire was underrated and massacred by critics for no good reason, so trip wants more people to appreciate it. plus it makes for sick air guitar solos in the middle of work.

the game ( queen ) — alright breaking my overplayed rule for this one because trip loves queen too much not to include them, and unfortunately hot space just isn’t a solid enough album in its entirety to put here instead. just be glad it’s not a night at the opera. actually, he might kill anyone who includes a night at the opera in their regular rotation. do Not ruin that masterpiece album for him by overplaying it, i swear to god.

aaand i’m breaking the rules again. here are some honorable mentions : tuesday night music club ( sheryl crow ) — all i wanna do is a very rejuvenating song during slow shifts. yes he means this unironically ; violent femmes ( violent femmes ) — it’s just a good album, though it can be A Lot in the same way anything blink - 182 can be A Lot ; sublime ( sublime ) — another good album. it just didn’t quite make the cut ; all eyez on me ( 2pac ) — another PHENOMENAL album that didn’t quite make the cut. also potentially overplayed, or at least it should be ; oops!... i did it again ( britney spears ) — it comes out in a lil over a week in rp time and mark my words he is going to play it in excess just to piss everyone off.

#volumetask #music questions my detested #i say while playing a musician #this was fun though thank u kati!! #back to drafts hell i go sorry for the delay on those folks