#and one was my tears richochet !

[starstaiined]

the urge to make a playlist for tara (post sam leaving)

#ABANDONMENT ISSUES HUZZAH #IVE GOT THE EXPERTISE FOR THIS #i mean one of the top ones on that list is feel better by penelope scott akaksksk #that girl had feel better BLASTING #francis forever by mitski #oof #my tears richochet???? #I CAN GO ANYWHERE I WANT. ANYWHERE I WANT /JUST NOT HOME/ #i have a lot of thoughts on this #scream #tara carpenter

[lokisgoodgirl]

Darkest Night, Brightest Day: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (6) One tiny bed, one tiny brain cell, one breakthrough and one big rock. Warnings: Minors DNI. One bed. Smuttish. Sexual tension. Humour. Sneaky Satchels. Language. Pining. Mild Angst. (w/c 6.2k) Recommended Folklore Track: My Tears Richochet

You held your breath, staring at the wall as Loki lowered himself beside you in the moon-cut darkness.

Lifting, you pushed your pillow further to the side. He moaned gently as his head met the cushion he had brought from the floor with a soft thump. In the single bed, there could only have been an inch between your bodies.

Your eyes were wide open, focusing on a single spot on the wall. The warmth of his skin, a slight brush of his cotton-clad calf against your bare one setting your nerves alight. He lifted his head, raking his hair back as he always did before lying back on the pillow with a sigh. “Comfortable?” he whispered.

You both knew the answer to that one. “Sure,” you whispered back.

Through the wall, the suspicious muted moans of pleasure continued.

A bedspring creaked. “I’m sure it’s not what you think,” Loki murmured. “What you think, you mean.” you hissed playfully. “I can’t believe your brother has corrupted Steve!?” Loki’s abs pulsed intermittently against your back as he laughed, trying to be silent. “At least he aimed high with his first time,” you whispered to the wall. Loki’s snort of restrained laughter blew against your neck. “Aimed high? Agent, I think you vastly overestimate my brother’s prowess.” You giggled against the pillow, and without meaning to, sort of, you inched back closer to Loki’s stomach. But not touching. You made sure of that. “At least they have protection, thanks to you-” you muttered with mock-stoicism. There was a longer pause, this time. The heat from his body nestled close. Infuriatingly close. “You know, I am not sure I wish to take credit for that,” he said quietly. It sounded serious, but you could tell he was smiling.

He shifted. You heard the soles of his feet thrum against the metal bed-frame. The sides of the conjured blanket draped down each side of the bed, mattress creaking beneath his hip.

A dip made you roll back further against him.

“Sorry,” he murmured as your shoulders touched his chest, “collateral damage.” “It’s fine,” you said, as casually as you could muster. “It’s...nice.”

The sharp intake of breath which sucked in his stomach made you clench. Seconds ticked by as you watched shadows dance the wall. A weave of ivy hung over Loki’s window, its outline waving against moonlight.

“I’m sorry I kissed you yesterday,” you whispered. But you weren’t sure why. It seemed necessary, somehow. “Consider it forgotten,” Loki hummed politely. He started to speak again, and then stopped. You ceased breathing as he shuffled closer. You wondered if he meant to. But still, his stomach didn’t touch your back.

“I’m sorry for what I did our second night here,” he murmured unexpectedly. “It was rude, and entirely thoughtless for me to turn up in your door in that regrettable state. I don’t know what possessed me-” “Consider it forgotten,” you repeated staunchly back to him. There was silence. What did you expect him to say, you chided as your stomach dropped; grasping the snug blanket draped over you. You rubbed the pelt between your fingertips nervously.

You knew exactly what you expected him to say.

‘I’m not sorry,’ he would have purred licentiously in your ear. ‘I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. It was all I could do in the supermarket not to finish what you started-’

And then, he would have rolled you towards him with the firmest intent. The smoulder in his eyes burning through any hint, any inkling that this was a bad idea. His knuckles would have trailed down your neck, between your breasts; his fingers slipping down to the hot mess between your legs.

‘Oh darling,’ he would simper as curls fell sluttishly around his jaw, fingers slipping with ease inside you. ‘I’ve missed you so.’

“Did you ever love me, Loki?”

For a second, you couldn’t believe you’d actually said it.

The moments that you waited for Loki to give any sign that he’d heard you were the longest in living memory.

You bit your lip, grimacing as he shuffled back, just an inch. But the loss of his skin so close to yours made your heart sink. It was cold again. “Yes, I did.” he said curtly.

There was a hint of reproach in his voice, but it was sincere. Your heart dropped at the past tense as he cleared his throat quietly. A fidget of his fingers on the blanket rustled as he considered his next words.

“Did you?” he asked, the words running together. “Love, me?” “Yes,” you murmured without pause. The blanket’s fur twirled between your thumb and forefinger, twisted to a point. The question that had always lingered in your mind came to the forefront in crisp clarity. What the hell, you thought bitterly. Might as well get some answers. You took a deep breath.

“I always wondered, after you said...‘gods don’t love like we do’ and then went all quiet. You never told me what you meant, I thought maybe...because I’m not one of you-” the thought lingered in the air. “I don’t know…” you trailed off.

Each shallow breath was heavy. “Deeper,” Loki’s quiet whisper breathed against your back.

Your teeth chattered. It was real this time. “H-huh?” you shivered. In the silence, Loki’s arm slid over your blanketed shoulders. The flat of his stomach finally met your spine, the familiar rippled surface warmer than a hot bath on a winter night. You sank into the feeling as he drew you close and squeezed. Just once. “We love deeper.” he mumbled nervously. It hung in the air, his heartbeat thumping against your lungs. “Our capacity for depth is not limited to strength, or knowledge, but feeling.” “Why wouldn’t you just tell me that?” you snipped, harder than you had intended. “I was embarrassed. It made me feel-” Loki paused. You held your breath, eyes darting around the sliver of moonlight cast on the wall before settling on the ivy’s shadow.

“Weak?” you whispered softly. “Weak.” he replied.

There was silence.

Rain had begun to beat against the window. The sheet against your bodies rustled. “My brother has shown me some of the error of my ways,” Loki said quietly. “And you, of course.” His fingertip brushed absent-mindedly over the blanket covering your chest. “I am only sorry you had to suffer my worst qualities. You deserved better. Perhaps next time I will be a better...man.” You could feel the effort it took to withhold the alternative.

As his words sank in, your stomach twisted. “Next time?” you murmured earnestly.

“If I am lucky enough to find love again, I hope to deserve it. Appreciate it, not squander it.” Loki said.

With frightening clarity, you realised the idea of Loki with anyone but you was a dagger to the heart. Loki felt you bristle in his tentative hold.

Although he thought he had been doing rather well, something now made him think he’d said the wrong thing.

It had taken all his not inconsiderable strength to keep the words in. He had been honest to a point. Perhaps too honest for his liking. And, so it seemed, yours.

Sheathed desire bubbled between his thighs. Ignored. He had been doing well, he repeated to himself as he felt a quiet sigh escape you. One he was not meant to hear, he was sure. Loki knew that sex was not what you wanted. Not really. One night of mind-numbing passion on this abysmal bed would not go any way to mending the pain he had caused. It would hurt you. The thought made him feel ill. Loki was rather proud of himself at the realisation, but gods, how he wanted you.

Your quiet breaths were a melody in the darkness, the strangeness of this situation made stranger by its aching familiarity.

He re-positioned his head, focusing on the space between your shoulder-blades. The points shifted beneath his t-shirt you wore, hair pooled messily on the pillow. Had you swept it up in that way to expose the curve of your neck to him on purpose? Loki frowned, trying to quieten the thought.

He wanted to crash to your skin with the force of his kisses. Wet, pure, longing. To roll you to your back with a demure sigh from your lips. Loose himself in the scent of you, the earthy sweetness of your heat. He wanted to tell you that he was sorry, that he was wrong, that he would try.

But words were not what was needed. He knew that now. Words had lost him your love. He needed to show you he could change.

But still, Loki allowed himself to to tease the t-shirt up your waist in the safety of his mind, feel your perfect breasts spill into his waiting palms as your legs wound around his hips.

Just for a moment.

He imagined you would pull him to your open mouth, muttering ambrosial words of wistful devotion as your hand searched into the waistband of his pyjama pants. Fingers would wind anxiously around his straining cock, sinking into old rhythms before he sank himself inside your beautiful cunt with a ragged gasp of your name-

Norns, no. Despite furtive efforts, Loki felt himself hardening beneath the silky cotton of his pyjamas. He cleared his throat, screwing his eyes shut, trying to think unsexy thoughts.

Steve Rogers in lingerie, he summoned.

Regrettably, the image was not as tragic as he had hoped. Cursing silently, he scooted away from the curve of your back. The loss of your touch was a rip. He felt you stiffen. Biting his lip, he considered his options. They were few. “I have something to confess, Agent I ” The words stumbled. “You’re getting aroused?” you questioned quietly. If Loki didn’t know better, he would think it was coy. He swallowed, fighting every urge simmering beneath his skin to gather you in his arms and ravage you in a mess of filthy groans and wet kisses. “Regrettably, yes.” he replied solemnly. There was a low giggle. “I would be insulted if you weren’t.” you added quietly. Loki found his hand slipping from its hold around your shoulders and beneath the sheets. “Excuse me while I just-” he muttered, adjusting his cock so it sat against the waistband of his pyjamas. The small touch was electric. Fingers lingered on a pulsing vein, dragging slowly across the delicate skin. Straight up, nestled tightly to elastic; thick and ready to fill her. No, Loki grit. Your hair brushed his forehead as you raised your head from the pillow, craning behind you to meet his eyes.

“Be closer,” you said softly in the darkness. Moonlight crackled in your irises, starlit perfection sent to test the very limits of his endurance. Loki felt his brows slant.

Cautiously his fingers grazed the curve of your waist. The pads of his digits sank against the flesh, velvet sand.Safe. “Are you sure?” he whispered. His breath hitched as you pressed back into him, his chin grazing the back of your head. He inhaled deeply, noting the smallest push of your ass into his crotch. “I’m cold,” was all you said. A small smile pressed against his cheeks, rustling your hair. He wondered if you could feel it. You always used to be so attuned to him. “We can’t have that,” he hummed resolutely in response. Loki felt you inhale sharply, his fingers sinking deeper into your skin. He released them, beginning to graze achingly slowly down the curve of your waist. Closing his eyes, he lingered every inch of its route down your ribs before meeting the dip.

The ascent was tortuous, the slight tremble of your muscles as his digits reached the peak. Loki didn’t think you were breathing.

His fingers ghosted over your hip, tips dancing circles against the skin so light they were almost invisible.

Your whole body shivered. “We’re not having sex,” you trembled unconvincingly.

Loki nodded, dragging his nose against the muss of your hair. “Absolutely,” he replied, holding in a groan. His cock was pulsing, nestled in the middle of your ass. He could feel the drag of your panties, every beat of his lust thrumming against thin pyjama pants. God, it was torture. And it was Valhalla. Your cheeks tensed against his throbbing manhood, a light push of your hips backwards making him release a whimpering sigh. He could see your fingertips grasp against the bed’s edge as his own trailed lazily over the curve of your ass beneath the sheets, down the side of your thigh, catching fine hair against his feather-light touch. Each breath felt like it shook your whole body as you tried to stay as still as possible. Your eyes were closed, memorising every grace of Loki’s long fingers as they danced across your skin in wisping patterns. Runes. The soft flesh sizzled, tickling zinging of nerve endings coming ablaze beneath his impossibly cautious touch. It was the most turned on you had been in your entire life.

His breaths were deep and quiet, the press and release of his solid chest against your back making wetness slide between your legs. You were desperate for him, fallen and utterly gone to anything but him.

And yet, as his martyred cock throbbed against your lower back – you conceded that this was no longer the Loki you had known.

Are you testing him, you thought. The uncomfortable realisation came like a bolt of lightening, timed with another miniscule roll of your hips. Loki released a ragged gasp.

The warm air flooded your ear. It filled your mind with memories of him fucking you gently over the edge in the Tower, the dirty moans and wandering hands while he rocked himself inside your pussy, emptying all he had to give.

You conceded that testing him would be beyond you right now. The urge to slip your hand between your bodies, curl your fingers around that perfect cock and set him alight with the power you held. If a girl finds herself in bed with Loki Laufeyson, you mused as you arched your back, pressing firm against the hard length pulsing against the t-shirt, some things are inevitable.

“Careful, Agent” Loki warned. There was a tremor in his voice you hadn’t heard before. “You might give me the wrong idea.”

“Is it wrong?” you said. Your bodies halted, words hanging in the air above your heads, “I don’t know-” he whispered.

Loki thrust gently. The smooth cotton of his pyjama pants did nothing to hide the ferocious power of the flesh which lay beneath. His length slid against your panties, pressing into the curve of your ass, the little knot of his ties catching on your t-shirt. You would bet good money there was a wet spot.

“Oh,” he moaned gently. It was the sweetest sound you had ever heard. “You’re keeping me warm,” you panted earnestly, as Loki’s fingers began to trail back up your thigh. Firmer, this time. “You’re keeping me..a-uh...warm.” The clenching was methodical now. Each tense of your thighs brought blood rushing to a pussy, plump and wet and mad for his touch. Loki was barely moving, every wave of his hips as they rolled against your ass achingly slow. His restrained, polite pants in your ear were electric. Like a public school virgin. The careful drag of his veined cock caught on the t-shirt you wore. His fingertips dug into your hip suddenly, a judder making Loki’s leg shake against yours. “If we don’t -s-stop, I’m going to...uh, c-cum,” he choked apologetically, accompanied by another devastatingly glacial thrust. “Don’t-” you replied, tapering to a small moan. “Don’t?” he gasped, as you craned behind to look into his eyes. His face was aglow in shards of moonlight, a thin sheen of sweat coating his brow. That beautiful stare smouldered with an unplaceable intensity – his breathing shallow. Concern was awash on his features, wet lips parted as he looked at your with unbearable submission. “Don’t stop.”

There were no more words between you as Loki’s body curled to yours, hand shaking with the effort to keep his light touch steady.

His fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to pull you back against him, pull down the pyjama pants and sink you onto his cock. Pull aside your panties and touch you. How you wished he fucking would. The slow, trepidatious roll of his hips continued; each quiet gasp from his lips a melody. With a low groan, his stomach clenched against your back. You released a pant of his name, turning to see a profile you thought you’d never see again.

The god’s face was twisted in pained pleasure, deep lines carved into the expanse of his brow, damp curls winding across the skin. His lips were parted, eyes screwed shut and neck taut as he emptied himself against your back. The spurt of his cum slapped against your skin. He clenched to you, his legs twitching and thrashing against the tight bedsheets.

Loki’s thick tip had come free from its prison, the slick skin grazing your spine. Slow, staggered exhales of desire breezed your ear as he came undone; the thick roll of his seed beneath the t-shirt making it tingle.

Breathy melodies of of his low groans ebbed and silence fell.

Only the tapping of the ivy against the window rustled gently.

“There is something I must say to you,” Loki murmured in the darkness, his spent voice muffled by the mess of your hair. A cool wisp of magic between your bodies hummed. Your heart dropped, realising it signalled the removal of any remnants of...whatever this was. “But first I must understand it, you see.” Loki whispered. “It hasn’t quite...fallen into place.” He paused, palm sliding under the pillow below your cheek. He sighed quietly. You could hear the tiredness in his voice. “I cannot place it. Like a dream, twisting out of reach. A wisp of smoke. Too much has happened, too much-” he muttered. “Just be here, with me. Just for tonight.” you cut sadly, hoping it would quiet him. Loki squeezed the arm holding around your chest. His lips grazed your shoulder, hovering on the precipice. He released a breath he’d been holding against your skin. It sounded like a sigh, and perhaps it was.

“I know that cannot expect to cross the ocean between us.” Loki murmured so quietly you were surprised you heard it.

It sounded like a prayer. “Not an ocean,” you whispered, slurred by the sudden descent of sleep. Self-preservation you were glad of, at last.

Loki inhaled quietly as you continued, shuffling back against his crotch. Muscle memory. “-lake, maybe.” You hoped he could feel the quiet smile that twitched your cheek beneath his thumb. “A lake,” Loki repeated; feeling you drift into dreams in his hold. He hoped you were dreaming of him.

When Loki saw the seconds hand tick past seven am, he slipped cautiously from the bed. It had been a long night.

He pulled on the first thing he could find, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He grimaced, immediately swapping the beige jumper for a slightly less ghastly beige jumper.

Damn that Rogers, he mulled for the hundredth time this week before he cast a last lingering glance at you curled in his bed. Your hand hung off the side, your face tipped up, snoring gently. Loki smiled.

The door closed softly behind him, glancing to the still-closed entrance to his brother and Rogers room. What happened last night, he hoped, would remain a mystery. Loki picked his way down the stairs, careful of creaks. He needed time to think. To marinate. To review the events of last night, to think on the boulder which blocked his understanding. If he could only match the puzzle pieces which taunted him.

He had slept only in snatches, waking to every breathy moan from your lips and sleep-drunk squirm. Rather pleased with himself that he had navigated the rudimentary alert system of the stairs, he turned into the kitchen with a start. “Norns, brother” Loki gasped, gripping the door-frame.

Thor sat upright at the kitchen table, a mug of tea cupped between his meaty hands and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. Loki tried to ignore him as his brother’s eyes followed his journey across the room. He plopped a teabag in the mug with the yellow bear, the sound of pouring from the kettle deafening in the eerie silence. Thor’s stare burned into the back of his head as he poured the milk.

I’ll bet that buffoon is still smiling, he thought. Loki stirred, tapping the side of the mug twice with the dulled spoon before placing it carefully down. He turned, unsurprised that his deduction had been correct. Thor still sat, smiling, watching, looking pleased with himself as his brother manoeuvred into the seat opposite him. “Sleep well?” Loki asked. “Not really,” Thor said with uncharacteristic cheer for this time in the morning. The smile didn’t falter. “You?”

“Not really,” Loki replied abruptly. They eyed each other. Loki didn’t like when his brother smiled like this. It almost always meant that he thought he’d gotten the better of him. Rarely, however, was he correct. “We didn’t have sex, if that was your plan.” Loki sniffed, picking up a buttered crumpet from the plate in between Thor’s elbows. He took a bite. “Right.” Thor said conspiratorially. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about, brother.” There was a pause. Thor sipped his tea, placing it down carefully before resting his chin in his palm. He blinked several times. “Did you...hear, anything, perchance?” “Not a thing” Loki lied. “Liar.” Thor smirked.

Loki adjusted his feet under the table, socks squeaking against the linoleum. “Where’s your newly minted ‘lover’, anyway then?” he snipped, running a fingertip around the mug lip.

He looked up, jaw set and cheekbones sharpened. “Captain Rogers,” he husked for emphasis, narrowing his eyes. His chin tilted, a silent ooo cutting the air between them.“I didn’t think he was your type,” Loki sneered, studying his brother’s face for tells. Thor shrugged, resting back in the chair which gave a malevolent creak. “People change, remember Loki?” Something didn’t add up.

“What was it then?” Loki snipped, feeling heat rise in his cheeks. “A foot-rub? A back massage? You can’t expect me to believe-” “Oh, brother.” Thor rumbled sagely, shaking his head. “So many questions. And yet…” He made a bursting gesture with his fingertips, milking the sparkles, before tapping the side of his nose.

Loki rolled his eyes.

“Is it time to go home yet?” he muttered into his tea.

If you didn’t know what had happened last night, you might have been forgiven for assuming everything seemed normal. There was the usual morning buzz in the cottage kitchen which you had become accustomed to. The smell of eggs and bacon had lured you from your morning cocoon, albeit after you had taken five long minutes to remind yourself what had actually happened in the darkness. Was it a dream? No. If it was, Loki would have fucked you senseless as you gripped the wrought-iron bedframe. But all the evidence that remained was a dried dark patch on the back of his t-shirt. Missed a bit Loki, you mused as you let it fall to the side with a sigh. Thankfully you still had the trousers you wore last night. For some reason, you decided to keep his t-shirt on. It was better quality than yours, you surmised, cum-stain or no cum-stain. Loki won’t mind, you thought optimistically as you tucked it in. He might like it.

Turning into the kitchen, you took a moment to absorb the tableau. Thor and Steve stood at the kitchen sink; Steve washing, Thor drying. They both wore devious smiles, meeting each others eyes nervously as each dish passed between them.

The captain noticed you in the doorway. “Good Morning, Agent” he said with a quiet nod. You returned it. “Morning, Agent” Thor piped, running the red chequered cloth through his fingers with a grin. “Quite the pair, aren’t they?” Loki drawled sarcastically.

He nudged a plate of food dismissively in your direction. You sat opposite him, frowning. He was fixated on the other men, analysing eyes mapping each unspoken word between them like a rifle’s scope. As the seconds passed, it became more unlikely you would be receiving the welcome you’d hoped. The Loki you remembered seemed to have re-appeared. Maybe all he needed was a sentimental dry-hump, you raged silently as you quickly ate a few bites. Running sweaty palms down your trousers, you stood. “Ready in ten minutes okay? Tent packs and all the other usual...stuff.”

All eyes in the kitchen fell on you. Loki looked up appraisingly through a fan of dark lashes, the heaviness of his stare making your stomach drop.

“Ten minutes,” you repeated coldly. ‘What was that?!’ you heard Steve hiss as you made your way up the stairs. ‘What was what?’ you heard Loki snap in response.

The hum of bitchy conversation continued as white noise.

You stood on the landing at the doorway to your decimated room with tears pricking your eyes, realising you had nowhere to go.

Loki watched you stride ahead, studying a superfluous map in your hands. You knew where you were taking them, it was just for show. But Loki could understand why you wanted to avoid conversation. Something was bubbling uncomfortably beneath the surface of his skin. Shifting beneath it like ants, like wet flour straining to exit a sieve. This morning he had clung to the mystery of his brother’s intentions as a mortal would to a life-raft. Avoiding something. But what? It moved whenever he tried to focus. And in the meantime, he’d hurt you again somehow. He’d seen it.

He grit his teeth, nerves flaming at the incessant wittering of hushed conversation behind him. “Will you both desist for one moment?” he growled, casting a scathing look back at his brother and Rogers. “We’re just talking,” Steve snipped in response. “Maybe you should try it with you-know-who.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Please don’t tell me my brother has woven you into his hair-brained charade, Rogers.” Steve chuckled, rubbing his chin. He paced several steps towards the god, eyes meeting before leaning forward to Loki’s ear. “Doesn’t seem so hair-brained to me,” he whispered covertly. “Maybe you should learn to relax a bit.”

Loki pulled away with a horrified frown as Steve’s smug smile widened. “You are telling me to-” The captain cast a glance to your disappearing figure further up the path. “Consider last night payback for Colombia,” he said, cutting in with a wink and slapping Loki’s shoulder before moving down the path at a jog. Loki folded his arms, watching Steve go as Thor sidled sheepishly beside him. “I don’t know what you see in him,” Loki said abruptly. “I don’t like him like this.”

Thor slid his arm over his brother’s shoulder, pulling Loki’s head beneath his chin. His fist mussed the top of his hair. “Get off,” Loki chided, pushing him away and smoothing his parting. “Come, brother” Thor said, his mirth-filled lilt making Loki want to trip him. “Tents require our erection.”

Autumn foliage set the lake view from the hillside aflame.

All around you was the rustle of wind against rock, the low calls of geese in the distance. The blondes had already laid their groundsheet and made a valiant effort at pitching the tent before Thor became trapped inside. You and Loki made headway with your own effort. The site you’d picked was challenging, as intended. But the chill that had descended over Loki made it more so. “Can we be reasonable about this?” you said quietly, eyeing Steve trying to guide Thor to the tent’s exit before looking back to him. Loki released the tent mechanism. It unfurled. “Just because I used to be your girlfriend doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me-”

“-You were never my girlfriend,” Loki snapped, lowering to secure the first loop. “You were my consort.” You stared incredulously while Loki’s eyes narrowed. “Commoners have ‘girlfriends’. Royalty have consorts.” he explained.

‘Did Laufeyson just call her a prostitute?!’ ‘No, Rogers. You’re thinking of escort. Or concubine.’ Thor paused. ‘We really should call it something else, you know…’ They looked up innocently to you and Loki staring at them. Both sat cross legged with the half-collapsed tent slopping to the side. “Don’t mind us,” Rogers drawled sarcastically, waving a hand before leaning it behind him. “We’re just having a conversation, same as you.”

He was very sassy today.

You turned back to Loki, folding your arms. “I know what you’re doing,” you snapped wryly. “You’re trying to up the dick-o-meter again because you were vulnerable with me. It’s not necessary, just forget it-”

Thor released an ill-timed here here. “Shut up, Thor-” “Oh am I?” Loki drawled, rolling his eyes. “Well, many thanks for your analysis, Agent. Now if you could just get back to your area of expertise-” he held up the tent-poles, tipping them towards you expectantly.

You swiped them, glaring as you took a deep breath.

“You’re going to have to move your tent about three feet to the left, guys,” you said to Thor and Steve while not breaking eye contact with your ex. “That boulder is an obstruction for the pole area at the side.” “Nonsense,” Thor muttered. He tugged off his bobble hat and unzipped his puffer jacket. Beneath, his chest was exposed. Steve’s eyes widened as Thor bent over to pick up the boulder with ease. There was a gasp from the right. The four of you snapped towards the noise. A man’s head and shoulders had become visible above the rocky plateau of the hillside. Silence fell as the man scrambled over the ridge; patting himself down as he observed Thor’s elevated boulder with amazement. Steve’s attention floundered back to the tent-poles, wiggling one against the ground. You looked pleadingly to Loki, but he was nowhere to be seen. Oh no, you thought.

“Good morrow, fellow nature enthusiast.” Somehow Thor’s attempt to sound like anyone but himself was the most Thor thing you had ever heard.

The man stopped in his tracks, squinting at the blonde casually holding a boulder. A breeze whipped Thor’s hair, billowing like spun gold around his shoulders. The puffer jacket blew wider, his glistening chest muscles reflecting the low autumnal sun. “Aren’t you?” “No. Definatley not.” Thor released a strained laugh, awkwardly fumbling for a hood that wasn’t there with one hand. In the other, the boulder wobbled. He patted his own back, spinning in a circle and knocking into Steve still looking busy with the tent.

“Watch it-” the captain hissed as the rock fell with a crump to the ground. It began to roll, and when Rogers looked up, the doe-eyed concern in his eyes couldn’t have been closer to his Avengers publicity shot if he’d tried.

The man looked between Thor and Steve with sudden panic – catching you out the corner of his eye. He covered his mouth, pointing as you began to pace towards him.

“Oh my god, oh my god” the man muttered, looking frantically at the sky. “Fuck, are there aliens? Am I gonna die? Is this ground zero?” “Hello friend,” Loki purred, appearing out of nowhere behind the hiker.

One hand slid over the bemused mortal’s shoulders while the other pushed the low hood from his face, uncovering that famously wolfish smile. The man’s catatonic stare became even wider as his gaze tracked from Loki’s chest to his eyes. He let out a girlish yelp.

“You’re-!” With one well-placed squeeze of Loki’s fingers at the top of his spine, the man fell with a graceless thump to the ground. “Loki,” Thor chided. Loki grimaced apologetically. “He went down too quickly, it was my intent to catch him.”

The four of them stepped closer, huddling around the unconscious body on the hillside. “He was going to blow us,” Steve said solemnly, hands on his hips. “It was for the best, thank you Laufeyson.” “You’re welcome?” Loki replied, smirking. He and Thor exchanged a knowing grin as you got on your hands and knees, working towards the passed out bystander.

You felt the man’s pulse, putting him in the recovery position and fishing in your rucksack for a blanket. “Well we can’t just leave him here,” you hissed, looking further down the hill. “What if he was with someone?!” “We’ll tell them he fell over,” Loki chirped. “Mortals fall over all the time.” Thor hummed sagely. “Tis’ true.”

He caught the menacing stare you threw him. “Well it is!” he added, offering a brisk nod to his brother in solidarity. You scrunched his discarded bobble hat in a ball and threw it at his face. “Put this on,” you spat – “you almost caused this guy serious damage with your stupidity. Just do what your told for once.” Thor’s face crumpled. He tugged on the hat, making sure all of his hair was tucked in. You rifled through the man’s pockets, finding a wallet. “Colin Robertson,” you hummed quietly. “What a boring name,” Loki piped. Thor elbowed him in the ribs, shaking his head. “We can’t leave him here, we need mountain rescue” you said as you stood.

The men looked between each other. “Heck no,” Steve gasped. “I’ll be darned if the Avengers have to enlist mountain-heckin’-rescue.” “But Steve, we’re not the Avengers.” you cut with air quotes. Steve’s mouth hardened. “Right.”

Loki sighed, rocking on his heels. “What if we transport the body, and dispatch him somewhere else?” “Kill him?!” “No not kill him, just...deposit him in a more salubrious location for our purposes.”

Thor frowned, resting a thumb beneath his chin. “How many pints of ale does it require to render a mortal man unconscious?”

“Enough!” you yelled. The three of them fell quiet. “One of you pick him up, one of you scout.” Thor and Steve looked at Loki. “Why must I carry him?” “You discombobulated him.” Steve said matter-of-factly. “Oh I see.” he snarled. Blood began to thunder in his ears. “And as recompense for my quick actions which heroically concealed your idiotic field trip to this blasted place, I must carry him like the humble pack-horse I am. Is that it?” Steve arched a brow. Loki’s vision blurred. He raked his hair, chuckling manically to the ground. The air suddenly felt electric.

“I see it now-” he said abruptly. Loki began pacing back and forth, two steps of his long legs towards Colin before he’d turn on his heel.

There was a crazed look in his eyes, his cheekbones popping with every work of his jaw. The open Barbour swung around his thighs, his cheeks flushed. His pupils were wide, dark curls falling over his brow like the sexiest mad professor you’d ever seen. “What do you-” “I see it now, I see it-” he repeated in velvet whispers, stopping. He held out his palms, brows peaking as he looked at them with fascination.

“It’s fallen into place,” he whispered. “Loki, what-” His eyes rose to meet yours, hard features softening under your worried stare. Loki let out another strained chuckle, brows knitting. “Why I’m afraid to be loved,” he said quietly.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw the blondes cover their mouths with a synchronised gasp.

Thor gripped Steve’s shoulder, his eyes beginning to water. They stared. Loki began to pace again, raking his hair away from his face. His lips kept parting and closing, trying to catch the thoughts buzzing in his mind like wasps. “Earthquakes in this realm, they have...aftershocks. Yes?” he stammered, stopping to look between the three of you.

“I struggled to place why the memories of our time at the cabin-with-no-place affected me so, brother-” he gazed at Thor, frowning. “But now I see it was the last time I felt...content. Safe. With no expectation or consequence. Nothing had yet been taken from me,” he murmured. Your heart skipped a beat, twisting and begging for you to run to him. His eyes were manic, voice trembling with wild curls playing against the wind. “No,” he whispered to himself; “that’s not true. I was content with…” he looked up at you. Thor and Steve glanced at each other with wide eyes, then back to Loki. Loki sighed. “Ever since our inaugurations, brother, I have been displaced. My anger, my jealousy, the void, the mind stone...my imprisonment, the deaths-” He turned away, looking out over the steep drop to the lake below.

“When I came to this realm, I was always waiting for another earthquake. Fighting against another aftershock, ready to shake my world apart once more. And when none came…” he trailed off. You could hear the thickness of his voice as he held back tears. “I created them.” It was unbearable. You walked forward, approaching like a horse you were trying not to spook. Fingers brushed the arm of his waxed jacket, urging him to turn. He spun slowly, looking at your hand resting on his arm, your eyes wide and worried. “I’m sorry,” he choked quietly. His eyes were swimming. And yours were, too.

“I was afraid.” he gasped, staggered. “Afraid of the rug being swept beneath my feet as it has so many times. Without my powers, my lineage, my supposed impenetrability...I thought I would be lacking. That you would think me lacking, as all else have.” He inhaled sharply, turning his face once more to the lake.

You heard Thor protest quietly at the last statement, thankfully cut short by a quick yank of the hat over his eyes by Steve. “It was safer to anticipate the ending. Distance myself. Harden myself with the tools which have helped me survive, become who I thought I was supposed to be-” Your hand slid up Loki’s cheek, combing past his temple.

“But I remember now, that is not who I truly am.” he whispered as a quiet tear squeezed from his outer lashes. “I realise, now, that is not who I want to be.” “And who do you want to be, Loki?” you murmured, shallow breaths making your chest rise and fall at alarming speed. He pressed his forehead against yours, warm breath ghosting your lips. “I want to be-” “-I hate to be a bellyache, but our friend is stirring,” Steve chirped nervously. You heard the grind of Loki’s teeth before his light touch on your forearms lessened. “Right,” Loki said, straightening. He smoothed wild hair behind his ears, popping the collar of his jacket. At some point, Thor had propped Colin against a rock. His head was lolling, mouth hanging open. But his fingers twitched.

There was a determination in Loki’s eyes. Suddenly, he seemed lighter. His hand slipped down your arm, toying with your fingers. “Shall we continue this later?” he whispered with a nervous smile. You nodded, returning it. Emboldened, Loki strode over to the limp mortal, catching him as he began to slide sideways down the rock. He lifted him with ease, propping him over his shoulders. “I can carry him, Loki-” Steve said apologetically, edging closer despite Thor’s grasp of his arm. “It’s quite alright,” Loki said, adjusting his grip around the back of the man’s thighs. He looked between the two dunces, smiling.

Thor's face fell.

“It will give the two of you time to work out one of those cunning plans you have such affinity for," Loki said.

Chapter Seven: Harvest - (final)

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[now-that-i-saw-you]

I've been listening to folkmore and I noticed each track contrasts its sister track on the other album

Track 1: wishing a great love would've lasted forever vs wishing a great love will last forever

Track 2: a girl who was left vs a girl who had to leave

Track 3: a biographical story of a real person, a life that happened vs a life (and a love) that never happened

Track 4: meeting an ex-lover and either walking out or letting the moment take you and rekindle the flame even if it's just for a weekend

Track 5: walking out of a loveless relationship vs staying in one. There's also something to say about how the speaker in my tears richochet is so much more active. "When I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave" or "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace" vs "I sit and watch you"

Track 6: this is a little hard for me tbh. Could be about killing parts of yourself to change and please others vs killing someone for your own desires ('cause Este's husband didn't really need to die it was just revenge).

Track 7: childhood love that lasted forever even if the two are no longer in contact vs adult love that didn't last. "Hit my peak at seven" vs "it's the price I pay for seven years in heaven. Accepting change vs struggling to accept change

Track 8: a love that was never yours vs a love that used to be yours. "You were never mine" vs "you know, you'll always know me"

Track 9: trying to fix your mistakes vs regretting not fixing your mistakes soon enough

Track 10: the mistress vs the cheater. A love affair that kills you vs a love affair that brings you back to life.

Track 11: they're both so similar, looking at the past and what brought the speaker and her lover together. But invisible string is happier and more "naïve" whereas cowboy like me is a little more pessimistic "all along there was some invisible string tying you to me" vs "forever is the sweetest con"

Track 12: "my cannon's all firin' at your yacht" vs "I dropped my sword, threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door"

Track 13: her grandfather vs her grandmother. epiphany tells the story of the moment her grandfather lived in WWII while marjorie is taylor recounting her memories with her grandmother

Track 14: not being able to give your partner peace vs your partner giving you peace. I'd never give you peace, I'd always make things hard for you vs you saved me, you were the light at the end of the tunnel when things were hard

Track 15: "this has frozen my ground" vs "did you hear about the girl who got frozen?"

Track 16: wanting time to stop moving vs knowing when it's time to move on

#i'll probably come back to rwylm and hoax cause I just can't verbalize my thoughts #folkmore #folklore #evermore #ttpd prep

[rainbowdaisy13]

Good morning, Rainbow! Here I am again with another question about lore and history. LOL I've noticed that anti-kaylors use "it's time to go" as almost a kind of mic drop in their arguments. I'm not trying to counter argue (that's a fool's errand, in my mind), but I'm wondering what this kaylor corner thinks about "it's time to go" and what the talking points about it are. What do you think?

As always, Taylor mixes in her own truth along with fantasy, things she’s read, media she’s viewed, her friends and family’s experiences, etc. Especially anything from folklore and evermore! This is intentional IMO so that she always has plausible deniability—things are confusing because bait and switches make it harder to trace a coherent timeline of anything

As far as ITTG—it’s funny to me how they can use one or two lines to confirm their beliefs and ignore the rest. To me, this song showcases many different instances in a persons life when they know they need to be done with a relationship—professional, familial, or intimate

IMO the sister/twin from your dreams line seems more applicable to DA than Karlie just based on appearance and the fact that we know for sure DA fucked with Taylors head a lot

The biggest verse for me that show Taylor is mixing folklore with her own truth are the following

“… Fifteen years, fifteen million tears

Begging 'til my knees bled

I gave it my all, he gave me nothin' at all

Then wondered why I left

… Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones

Praying to his greed

He's got my past frozen behind glass

But I've got me”

This is so obviously a Scott B diss verse—also ties into my tears richochet to make it hit home even more for the people in the back. How can any of that be about Karlie? It can’t but if they want to stick to two sentences in one song that’s full of references to different kinds of endings when Taylor’s still writing KissGate anthems in the year of our lord 2023, I don’t know what to tell them besides good luck with that 🫡

[blucassiopeia]

Falling Stars

the universe grants wishes to selfless hopefuls.

contents of this chap : fluff but not the fluff you expect, bit of angst inc swearing, fem!reader, reader!twin of tsukishima kei, reader has to-be-revealed illness, mentions of shattered dreams, anxious!reader, usage of first names, full names on mention are in lastname-firstname (japanese custom), japanese honorifics and vocabs present, HAIKYUU setting and vball jargons, pre-timeskip [s2 timeline], character build-up

warnings ⚠️ : English is not the author's first language. This fic has a draft Wattpad version. I do not own Haikyuu, its characters, plots and settings. Everything you see different here from the anime-manga is a becoming of my fictional world.

"Blue" for texts and chats. "Green" for calls. "Orange" for memory prompts. "White" for background convos that reader can hear.

wc : 7,003 words

Cassie : sorry for the long-ass first chap of the fic. i was conflicted on where would I cut.. anyways, enjoy! And oh! Theories will be entertained. I love them. ♥︎

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The ball richocheted back to Karasuno's side of the court as you stared at it. The horror in the eyes of the orange-haired boy is too obvious to not notice as his feet fell back to the hardwood floor. Your eyes drifted to your twin as he stared at the same ball too, catching a tinge of shock and sadness and defeat mixing all over his face. But he hides it very well. He's good at it.

"They should have followed it up, don't you think?"

The thick browed stranger seated at the other end of the row commented thick, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and eyes glued on the court. His curly-black-haired-masked-guy company bored his eyes on you, arms crossed on his chest as the former spoke.

"It's a waste." You heaved yourself up, avoiding the eye contact and tugged the strap of your bag. "But a match is not a good match without a loser to learn from the other's win." You bowed at them and quickly left Sendai Gym before Kei catches a glimpse of your shadow. You have to reach home before he can. That would be a disaster for your future schemes if he does.

Dad, can I have my subscription back for Monthly Volleyball?

Sure, honey.

You fiddled on your phone as you watch the nearly empty bus make its way back to those familiar roads home, the summer winds hinting their arrival in an early June afternoon. You gotta try asking to let them know what you want to do, right? There's no harm in asking. But if they decline.. what's gonna happen to you 'til then? Are you gonna be cooped up on those four walls with the other students and walk home afterwards like a good child and student? Can you really..

Dad, I wanna try managing Kei's team?

There was radio silence for the next minutes that made you sick, you wanna barf so bad. Oh.. the nervousness. The heel of your palm made its way to your sternum as you kept waiting, not a sightful mannerism. Is he busy? Maybe he is. The team he's coaching might be practicing right about at this hour. Yeah, that maybe it.

Inform Akiteru that I will be home for dinner.

You bit your lip as you read your Dad's reply. He's gonna personally talk to you about your request, with your brothers. Oh please.. no. The bus was suddenly achingly slow to reach the stop as your tears welled up and a lump of something is in your throat. You forced it in and exhaled sharply as you moved down the bus. People by the bus station stopped and stared at you as you were lost on your horrifying thoughts.

Fix yourself.

Fix yourself.

Shit, fix yourself already.

Taking steady breaths as you walk your way home, your hands drying your face desperately. Akiteru should not see you like this. He'll freak out, added that you forgot to ask his permission that you'll be watching Kei's game today. One that he didn't expect you doing, but did anyway.

"Tadaima..." You called out to him as you removed your shoes in your genkan. Hurried shuffles were heard and the door to your front flew open revealing your worried older brother. "Dad's gonna have dinner here tonight." You blurted out first before he can blabber his worries endless.

"You should've texted me you'll be going out. And to Kei's match, really now?" He huffed, clearly irritated. This is not new, him being irritated, but this is the first sinceー no, no. Don't go there. "I would've come and watched with you. And what if you hーwere you crying?" Fuck, he noticed that? You hurried to the stairs passing him but he grabbed you back by your arm to where he stood. His fingers tilted your chin for you to meet his eyes, scrutinizing at first but turned soft just as quickly. "You were crying. Why?" There's something in his change of tone that you hated. You avoided his gaze.

"It's nothing, Aki-nii." You dodged his fingers that held your chin. Before you took another step away from him, he hugged you oh so tightly.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried, sweetheart."

Worried. Worries.

Visions of that game came flooding to you again, a game that flipped your life 180°, a game that robbed you of everything you worked hard for, and your dreams.. your precious dream. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately stopping the memories that were reeling on your mind. Aerosol scent. Net. Cheers. Breathless feeling. Yoyogi Gym. Painedー

"Akiteru nii-chan. You hug too tight." But instead, he hugged you tighter and planted kisses on your disheveled hair. You squirmed and broke off, giving him a glare as he chuckled.

"You might hate me but it eases me to know that you know why I'mー." You rolled your eyes.

"Yea, yea." You shrugged him off and went for your room. He sighed and yelled for you to go down when dinner is ready.

Your room was how it was before you left that morning. Gray hues are all over as the bright afternoon seeps in through the blinds, your speckles of stars illuminating the room in an hour or two. Plushies of different sizes but of the same kind nicely tucked against your headboard and on your organized desk. Your haven. You plunged to your bed, dirty clothes and all, and whined for all the stress this day had given you. Lifting your head up, you stared at the very first plushie you bought about three years ago. You crawled to it and held it in your arms, cooing and eventually continued your halted burst before you stepped home.

Dinner was unnerving. Much worse to your annoyance, Kei eyed daggers on you throughout the meal.

But you held out with, "What?"

"You think I didn't notice you there earlier? I have these glasses for a reason or two."

You expected it coming, but not him seeing you at Sendai Gym. Akiteru would've told him, or your Dad. You bit your cheek at the thought and continued on eating after avoiding his piercing gaze. Both your brothers synced on clicking their tongues at you. You rolled your eyes without looking up at them, making your Dad on your left chuckle at his kids' scene.

"What's so funny, dad? That young lady over there often forgets she's important to us, it's so damn frustrating." You cringed at Akiteru who immediately glared at your reaction.

"She's just doing the things that makes her happy, Akiteru."

With that line, you felt butterflies in your stomach, full of hope with the request you made earlier that day. Tsukishima Daiki glanced at you with an ever-so-loving smile, it teared you up without saying anything else.

You composed yourself and let the happy feeling wash over as you finish your dinner, althroughout the excessive whines and arguments of the over reacting seals. You can't help but to sway your hips comically to the happy rhythm on your head, teasing your brothers, as you put your dishes on the sink. You glided over your dad in the midst of their argument, to which you didn't care for all the bliss you're feeling, and kissed his cheek. "I love you the most, Dad. Take care on your way back."

Kei didn't miss the teasing wink you shot at him as you bounded out of their sight.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"Curiosity will kill me. You, why don't you have a club 'til now?" You perked up at your friend that's seated beside you and shrugged, smiling. "Don't you want to join any?"

"Nope", popping the "p" while skimming through the new entry of your Math notebook. You heard Kei snorted, and Tadashi groaned plopping something in his desk at your back.

It's been a week since your Dad had given you permission to do what you want to do, to be happy. You were finding a right moment to do that, but Kei's been on your heels these days if ever you're in the campus and when they aren't in practices. Pretty cautious.

"You're built athletic. It's a waste. Why don't you try our tennis club? Oujiyama Hideo is really eyeing for you these days."

"No." It came out rigid and unapologetic. You both turned to Kei who raised an eyebrow, looking up from his Math textbook. "No."

Your friend scrunched up her nose at Kei. "I really don't see why, Mister."

"Don't push it~"

"And I really don't see why you're asking. Instead of talking, both of you should study. Exams are coming." Kei eyed you a drop the topic yourself or else- look while he's putting his headphones on.

Your friend groaned and turned to you. "I really don't see why your brother's a heartthrob to the other classes." She whispered that gave you a giggle, Tadashi also snorted stiffling a laugh when he heard it.

"Take care on your walk home." Kei and Tadashi gave you head kisses as they were heading out to their club. Homeroom just finished and it's the daily routine now since coming to Karasuno High. You walk home alone when you have nothing else to do. Pretty boring, plain highschool life this is. You badly want a change.

You nodded as they prodded through the hallway, reeling some couple of eyes as they pass. Tadashi gave you one last look before they disappeared to the stairs.

You were about to walk back inside the room when a yell or was it a whisper? echoed through the hallway. You turned to that someone who called for you and you froze upon recognition, feet wobbly on the ground you had to put a hand on the jamb for support.

She had reached your proximity, breathing heavy and ragged, papers in her fingers are scrunched up. Club application forms. "Glad I caught up to you without them seeing." She was beaming. You're not blind enough to not see the heads poking everywhere to just watch the two of you interact. "Please, I really need you, Tsukishimaー"

"Yes." She paused, dumbstruck at you, lips slightly gaped at you. "Yes, Shimizu-senpai. I'm gonna apply as a new manager for the team."

"Hey! You and Kei-kun just said No to me!"

She's still wide-eyed, so you continued. "I know you. You're the manager of Kei's team, right? Glad you made it to me, the knights are really on patrol these days. I really wanted to join too." Her eyes were literally sparkling and she took both your hands excitedly. And you silently admitted that if ever this hadn't happened sooner, you had to barge in and head on just to apply.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

But you didn't got yourself ready enough for this. You were already walking to the very gym you ever wanted to be in ever since Kei and Tadashi joined. The gym you peeked on everytime you pass by the corridor. The gym where you'll hear the nostalgia of the bouncing balls and squeaking shoes. You took a deep breath and held your bag strap tightly. They won't like this, but to hell with it.

You groaned as you heard an "Ah! Kiyoko-san! You found a new manager?". Kiyoko urged you to join her face the team and you stepped up beside her just barely through the doors.

Tadashi gasped your name through the crowd the team was forming infront of you. Your eyes swept to the sound of his voice but found Kei's angry features. A second later, he materialized to you and grabbed your elbow out of the gym. Collective gasps and 'Tsukishima' were heard before you decided to focus on the issue at hand: an angry Kei.

You winced at his grip, you're sure it'll leave a bruise and Akiteru will be flooding you questions again. He's seething through his breaths, big paces out to the side of the gym where the vending machines are situated. You caught your breath when he stopped dragging you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is dangerously low, impending, and you knew better not to answer. It'll just get worse when you ride his temper. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" That was loud enough that you can picture poking heads from the windows and from the door of the gym, murmurs evident and Tadashi shushing and ushering them away. You bit your lip in embarassment and fading remorse.

"You knew you can't play anymore, interact with sportsーEVEN WATCH!!" You furrowed your brows as you stared at the lump in Kei's throat when he sinked your 5'9 with his 6'2.

"Is this why Dad told us what he told us that night? Huh?" You can feel his rage coming out, you're about to cry. But no. Stand firm for once. "Is this why?! ANSWER ME!" You jumped at his booming voice and closed your eyes momentarily at the shock it gave you, a sharp pain shot through your torso. But don't mind that now. Hide that for now. Hide it.

"Youー" He raised a finger, closing his eyes in attempt to contain the latter of his rage, harsh bobbing in his throat. "You know he can't say no to you!! You know we can't say no to you!! How can you do this to us?! Why are you doing this to us!? PleaseーJUST PLEASEーgo home, Y/n." His breath hitched and you shot your eyes on Kei's only to find tears streaming down his face.

"Kei." He harshly pinched the root of his nose, getting rid of the coming tears, glasses pushing up as he did and brows too furrowed. You fought your own, too, because you know he don't need that right now.

"You don't know how much we want you protect you. To just stay long LONG as much as you can. You don't know how much we want to spend our lives thinking you'll be fine and nothing's to be worried about. You don't know how much it scares us. You don't know that, Y/n. You don't know that." He whispered it under his shaky and raspy breaths but it thundered through your whole being. The tears you're desperately trying to hold from the moment you saw your twin's tears are betraying you. To hide it, you hugged him tight, nuzzling your head to his shoulder.

"You won't lose me. I promise."

You watched his side-profile as his eyes fluttered shut at your voice followed by a shaky breath. You hugged him tighter and stayed like that for a few minutes. You knew it's hard for them for you to be like this. You knew your limits better than them. You're anxious that they won't understand what's lingering in your thoughts. And you're not ready to share any of it soon.

Kei took one last shaky breath and hugged you back, kissing your head for as long as he wanted. "Okay. Fuck. OKAY. You're not going to do anything without my permission. MY. PERMISSION. Got it?" Your eyes were wide in excitement at Kei's words. He rolled his eyes as he swiped your bag out of your shoulder and into his.

You followed his strides back to the gym excitedly. "Hai Onii-chan~"

"Sorry for being rude, Shimizu-san."

"I'm sorry too, Tsukishima. I didn't expect it to be that complicated and serious."

You saw Kei shook his head timidly as you ghosted at his back. Your eyes wandered through the wary crowd and found Tadashi, finally, who was wearing a concerned smile. But before you can even return his smile, someone from your side exclaimed your name. You found a mid-20s blonde man with an expression somehow between shock and excitement. You have seen him tending the too familiar store nearby, figured him to be the team's coach from last week's match. But to know you?

"Coach, she's the new manager."

"You know her coach?"

"Of course! She's one of the best players in the prefecture, both boys' and girls'. Any of you don't recognize her?" Oh. You blushed at the unwanted recognition, then you figured you have to formally introduce yourself.

"Hi. I'm sorry for earlier. I'm Tsukishima Y/n, twin sis of Kei. Please call me Y/n. Nice to meet all of you." You graced them a bow and a smile, earning gawks at the team.

"Saw her in Tsukishima's house. Thought she was a girlfriend or something."

"Tsukishima's too salty for a girlfriend."

You bit your lip as you ignored the side comments. "Manager, Shimizu? Not assistant coach?"

"Right?"

"Coach? Her?" There's no tone of doubt in Sugawara Koshi's voice as he flickered his eyes between you and Coach Ukai. His eyes were full of marvel and amazement. And you know him, of course.

"Ah, Tanaka-san, Noya-san, you both don't even have a girlfriend."

"Youー"

"Hey!"

"I don't mind her coaching, Coach. But is it even possible?", the captain asked. If you remember correctly from Kei's and Tadashi's conversations, his name is Sawamura Daichi.

"Y/n, try to be my assistant coach. I can vouch for you. I know your skills, you have your father's genes too. You will be great! You can be the manager too. I kinda need someone to assist me and I know you'll be a perfect fit."

"Tsukishima, have a lap of flying."

"Yes, Sawamura-san."

"Ha! Serves you right."

"At least it's just one, Ou-sama, not like yours and the others."

You turned to Kei for a solicited answer at the Coach's offer. He's now at the right end of the crowd having a squabble with Kageyama Tobio. "Kei?" He turned to you, smirk receding as you raised a brow on him at his behavior.

"As long as she won't do excessive work, Coach. She also can't play and do anything without my permission."

Coach Ukai nodded at the conditions, taking it as a yes. Your heart warmed at that instant, can't believe it was actually happening. You were in trance of bliss when suddenlyー

"What's with you, Tsukishima!? Killjoy!"

You grinned at the orange-headed boy named Hinata Shoyo as you recalled reading at the pamphlet of the last game. You grinned at Kei, too, that has his face so contorted at the sight of you grinning. You're happy, and he has no choiceーworry's off the windows at this point.

Padding at Kei's track jacket placed on top your thighs, you stared at awe at the up-close weird fast attack of Kageyama and Hinata. Still not registering in your mind that Hinata's closing his eyes when doing so, except for the normal fast attacks. It felt like a rush, but who were you kidding? You did akin to that when you were in middle school, one that your spikers hated because it hurts their palms.

That attack ended the rally, and the 2nd set of the team's practice game. Groans were evident as Hinata requests for another set. The sun had long gone behind the mountains of the peaceful neighborhood and it's really time to go home.

"How was it? Got any comments?" Coach Ukai turned to you after dismissing Hinata and ordered the rest of the team to clean up.

"Hmm, it was good. Their skills are distinct but still average, for me, considering I've seen more and better through the years. The receives, in particular.. we have to polish these rocks to diamonds by Spring Qualifiers, Coach. And we should ummー" You took Tadashi's ready hand to prop yourself up from the hardwood floor, body shielding you from the stares. "ーmaybe add more weapons or something?ー" Tadashi shielded your bottom half with Kei's jacket as you dusted off your skirt, a protective reflex being a bestfriend of many years. "ーjust to overload the opponents intake of info, throwing them off from the weird fast attack. The more the better."

Coach Ukai smiled smugly at Daichi and Koshi, the latter stared at you in awe. Hm? It's not some awesome of a comment to look at me like that, you thought. Not that you didn't wanted to be stared like that. Especially if it's him.

You were all walking out of the school grounds to have meat buns at Sakanoshita when Koushi walked up to your side, all smiles. Of course. You suddenly searched for Tadashi or even Kei in the crowd without making it known to any soul around.

"We know it's not yet official that you're joining, that, I really hope you would be joining us. Managing and coaching would be a piece of cake, we have Coach Ukai and Shimizu. You will work less, I promise, well just for this year that Shimizu's around, anyway. So hm? Please?"

You tilted your head in mock thinking, it caught large groans in the back. Tohoku region's June evening air is blowing on your hair softly with each step. Your shoulders all relaxed without your bag, and without the worry that's present that afternoon. You breathed in softly, giggling at the next conversations that took place from yours and Koushi's back.

"C'mon Y/n, please join."

"Kiyoko-san's smiling and talking more when you're around."

"OI! That's not how you invite her! Sorry Y/n. Please don't mind them."

"Y/n-saaan! We'll protect you from Tsukishima!"

"BOKE! HINATA BOKE! He's her brother!"

"But he's yelling at her!"

Your body angled briefly at Koushi's direction to address him, "Of course I'll join. I can do multitasking."

You saw how his face morphed from a pleading face to a beaming one in seconds, it made you smile. He brought up his fist up front as both of you continued to walk, prompting a fist bump that you happily obliged. The others at the back pumped their fists anywhere for the brief and candid celebration.

"But not tasking too much~" Kei mused as he passed by your side with Tadashi in tow, your bag scrunching the jacket's fabric on his shoulder, both of their eyes dead ahead.

"Don't overwhelm her." Or not. Tadashi muttered that on a deadpan monotone voice while staring at the flock on your back. It came quiet for a moment, just seconds, and after that, he resumed his walk with Kei.

"This is new to us, y'know, how they act towards you." His eyes are on Kei and Tadashi that's already near Daichi whose face is morphed between annoyance and embarassment for his loud team as he waited for us in front of Sakanoshita.

You smiled ahead, "Well, Sugawara-san, them acting and talking blunt is new to me, too."

"That's Suga-san for you." You mentally noted that for the conversations to come.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

Your lips were quivering in happiness and ecstasy as the thick fabric dangled within your fingers. The crowd were beaming in front of you as they officially welcomed you to the team. Kei's faux emotionless face stood beside a smiling Tadashi at the back.

The night before reeled on your mind, met Kei's eyes againーa supportive glint in them. When you both came home to Akiteru, he directly told the older one of what had happened. Akiteru scolded the both of you and Kei's protective counters were seeping through the whole banter. You just sat quiet next to him and under the table, he was calming your popping thighs. When the banter dragged on and venomous, he tapped it in urgency, a prompt telling you to leave them alone.

When Tadashi heard of the news that morning, he ran up to you and lifted you, whirling you around in high spirits. You laughed through his laughs, taking note of the sight you really loved about him, his smiling amber eyes. You tapped his shoulder, still laughing, when he came unbalanced. He put you down ever so carefully and gave you head kisses to curb his delight.

"Can't believe it, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" You just smiled proudly and turned to Kei who's disgusted at the scene.

"I'm gonna be your plus one! You can't do anything without my permission too!" He proudly puffed his chest that you playfully smacked at his words.

Kei was the who snorted this time, handing your bag to Tadashi as you three walked the hallway to your homeroom. "You'll just tolerate her." Both you and Tadashi laughed at his knowing remark to which he groaned and immediately placed some distance in between when your laughs covered the halls.

"Please take care of us, Y/n!" the team chorused, your heart swelling dangerously in happiness that your quirk surfaced again subconsciously, giving Kei and Tadashi a scare. But your smile stopped them from acting on.

But you never actually meant every small thing that came with that. You feel your eye twitched at the sight of these two breathing creatures in front of you with their unbelievableーwell, not too unbelievableーrequest.

"C'mon Y/n~ Your brother's being an insufferable beanpole asshole again and he does not do business with us beyond his business hours even though we have the whole morning free." Shoyo whined loudly that it gained a handful of glances from your own classmates. The teachers were nowhere to attend classes that morning that supported Shoyo's claims, hence the students' freedom to roam around.

You feel Tadashi's hands on your back as he plays with your hair, easing your pending stress from this encounter.

"Of course. Business terms are business terms, pipsqueak. Though, I don't really mind you both not understanding those. You, being an idiot, and the big lug being so kingly he won't do business terms with commoners. Right, Ou-sama?" Tobio grumbled unintelligently that made Kei smirk at his seat.

"Kei! Stop it!" He rolled his eyes in exchange of your bark. This is really so surprising for you. For the week you're with the team, you saw his and a bit of Tadashi's unusual behaviors and you're scrunching up your nose to how they could be so blunt, not so endearing as they are with you.

"This is one of the reasons why he won't let you join the team, you barking at him." Tadashi chuckled as he twirled more of your hair. You rolled your eyes and curled the corner of your lips.

"Both of you, sit." You ordered to the still standing boys infront of you. Both were exhilerated and took their seats on either side of you. Well, Daichi's threats, failing-the-sem threats and the Tokyo Training Camp seems to be their motivation for this.

"Whose bestfriend are you, Yamaguchi?"

"Yours, of course. But what's yours are also hers, right?"

You and Tadashi both laughed softly as Kei helplessly groaned, propping his headphones on.

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"You're kidding me. Ushiwaka made it into World Youth?"

You pursed your lips and kept silent at Koushi's topic. He's staring at his phone, probably a sports news got on his feed. Practice just curbed early that afternoon and y'all were walking to the club room already for the tutor sessions of the "Stupid Quartet", as what Coach Ukai and Daichi penned them.

"World Youth, Suga-san?"

"Basically, he's been picked as Japan's under-19 representative to the World Team." Kei ghosted his palm on your shoulders as he commented to the topic. He rubbed the spot where his hand were before letting it fall on your back as you went up the stairs.

"Ushiwaka's the Japanese Boys' representative to the world?!"

"Ohhh~ you wanted to be the girls' representative to the world when you hit high school huh, Y/n? I'll support you!"

You snorted. "You have to be with me, too, you know."

"Aaahh, no. No. I'm contented with just being Miyagi's bestー"

You wobbled at your fourth step and held on to the railing, a toll to just cut the memory. Tadashi got your waist and briefly looked at you concerned.

"We have to beat him to get to the Nationals." Daichi said, standing next to Koushi at the top of the stairs. Your next step was more determined, Tadashi saw it and let loose at his grip. However, he's still hovering behind you with Kei as you continued to the stairs.

You're fine. You're fine. Deep breaths.

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"I'll be in the condo this weekend after practice. You wanna come with me?" Kei's poking head was in your door. It was Friday night and Akiteru's not home during the weekends because of his school stuffs, and you're not allowed to be alone.. soー

"But how about Kageyama and Hinata's tutor sesh, Kei?" His nose scrunched up at your question, you smirking, noting he's too annoyed with his two teammates.

"Who cares about those stupid dumbasses?" You raised a brow at his retort that made Kei groan. "I hate you. Okay, fine. They can come over. To the condo, not here." He grumbled more as he disappeared behind the door, leaving it ajar.

"I love you Kei!" You called him, really amused at his change of behavior.

To: Tobio, Shoyo & Tadashi ; 9:38pm

Study sesh with us after practice tomorrow. Our condo at Sendai. Help me with Kei to turn it to a study night, k?

From: Tadashi ; 9:40pm

I gotchu!

But your family's condo at Sendai? Was that the same condo from years ago?

From: Shoyo ; 9:41pm

AH! Y/NNNNN!! ARIGATOUUU!!!

From: Tobio ; 9:55pm

Okay.

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Shoyo's sparkling eyes were dead-set at the building where the grumpy Kei entered mindlessly. Tobio was mirroring Shoyo, minus the noise. Tadashi was just silent and awkwardly smiling from the whole ride.

"Let's go in already?" He finally spoke through Shoyo's and Tobio's excitement. You know why he's like this so to ease that, you just nodded and led them to the building.

Shoyo got a lot of questions as you took the walk to one of the elevators and you diligently answered each one. A man was already in queue for the elevator that's going up the building. When it dinged, all of you rushed in, just in time for you to hear a painfully familiar voice calling you. Really? Right off the bat? Tadashi pulled you fast into the back and frantically closed the elevator doors, jamming a finger at the close button, the plastic full of snacks from the convenience store crinkled at his movement. You looked at his face as his eyes were as frantic as he, staring at the closing elevator doors.

"Fuck." He loudly exhaled as the elevator closed, finally, frantic receding in his system and became aware of his actions gradually. "I'm sorry. It's just her stalker."

You chuckled. Stalker.

"A stalker? From Shiratorizawa?" Now it's your turn to say fuck in your head. Tobio's eyes are fast, alright.

"Yeah." You didn't miss his worried glance at you after he replied nonchalantlyーor what he tried to act like.

"DON'T WORRY Y/N! WE'LL PROTECT YOU!!" Ugh, Shoyo's booming voice at a closed space is deafening. You flickered a worried glance at the man in the elevator with the four of you. "But Kageyama! How did you know the stalker's from Shiratorizawa?"

"He's wearing their track jacket, didn't you see?"

"Ah, no." Shoyo uninterestingly replied and turned to you. "Y/n! Do you have showers?" And continued his endless questions.. You smiled lopsidedly. You may take a while to get used to this.

Shoyo's questions died down when the elevator dinged. Your floor is here. The man who were with you went out first. You just noticed his tall figure, having distanced from your height for a few couple meters. Tadashi nudged you out of the elevator, cutting your observant sense on the man, the duo followed suit.

You slowed as you saw how the man stopped in front of the door that you've been in and out for years, the Tsukishima name plate dangled by the doorbell. "Excuse me? You need something?" You smiled at the man and he looked at you, seemed dazed.

"Of course." That sighing remark didn't escape your ears. "Of course. You're her daughter. Of course." Four head tilts synched as the man continued on his remark.

"You know him, Y/n-chan?"

You tell me, Shoyo. Do I know him?

"I came for your dad. Tsukishima Daiki?"

"Oh." So he came for Dad. "You can wait for him inside, sir. He'll be home in ー " You glanced at your phone screen. "ー20-30 minutes at most." You rounded past him to ring the bell and spoke to the intercom, "Kei, open up." You turned to the man, still staring at you. "Uhm, can I ask your name to inform Dad, sir?"

"I'm Hibarida Fuki." He answered as Kei opened up the door, face grumpy. "This is my first time seeing Daiki and Hiyori's twins." He chuckled that made Kei turn to him and bowed, grumpy face gone.

"Ah! Coach! Come in! Come in! Dad's on his way." Akiteru's voice sounded through the inside halls of the condo, hurried steps approaching. Coach.. Coach Hibarida.

"He's the coach of the Men's National Team." Tobio mumbled at your back. Shoyo gasped at his side as the coach was shuffled inside by Akiteru. Kei made eye contact with you through the shuffles of the guests your family have this afternoon.

You suddenly wanted to die at that moment.

You gulped hard as Tadashi waited for you by the door, soft ambers gazing with unwavering concern. "Hey. You're alright." It took a lot to nod at his prompt.

"Hm. Yes. I'm okay." You steadied your pace towards and into the condo, closing the door behind you.

Shoes were neatly cluttered in your genkan, voices echoed through the left room where your living room is situated. Tadashi waited for you through it all, observing your every breath. You appreciate his actions, felt he's so sweet that you cupped his cheek with your one hand to return the affection. He held it in his, gave it a squeeze before wrapping that same arm around your shoulder.

"I'm okay, Guchi-guchi."

"Of course you are." You felt him smiling through his sarcasm. You elbowed him playfully as he kissed your head before you rounded to the archway of your living room, his hand already sliding through your back, thumb rubbed a few on the small of your back before it went back to his side. You felt his weight shifted away from you as he rounded up ahead to take his seat on the couch beside Tobio that's now politely attentive to whatever Akiteru and Coach Hibarida are conversing about. Shoyo on his other side doing the same thing.

"ーteam's roster."

"Oh really? Coach Ukai's grandson is the Coach now?"

"Yes! And Y/n's the assistant coach!"

They suddenly turned their eyes on you, accidentally locking eyes with Coach Hibarida, you forced a wave and a smile you can't seemingly describe between getting pooped out and embarassed. He returned your smile, full-bearded face stretching as his lips upturned a curve, eyes glazing.

"You look like your mother Hiyori. You got full resemblance, to the hair, face.. The moment I took a good look on her earlier, I thought she was your mother, Akiteru." You blushed from the compliment, gracing a bow to the coach. Kei reached out for your hand, guided you to sit beside him on the couch you're leaning on, opposite to where the three are seating on. Kei brushed his thumb on the back of your hand to project comfort as he felt you stiffen through your feigns.

"And this tall man right here is a perfect mixture of both. Hm! What's your position on your team?"

"Middle blocker, coach."

And swarms of questions about the team were heard. Shoyo and Tobio were actively talking with Coach Hibarida as Tadashi, you and Kei offered some comments and infos to him. You were dejectedly leaning at Kei that has his arm around your waist, the other's elbow propped on the arm of the couch, chin resting on his palm.

"I wanna be on the National team someday, coach!" Shoyo enthusiastically said as the topic went on the National team.

"I'll be a setter of the National team too, coach!" Tobio, as Shoyo's eternal challenger or is it the other way around? followed up.

Coach Hibarida can't help but just laugh at these claims and turned to you and your twin for the same claims after Tadashi offered nothing but indecisiveness.

Straightening in your seat, "Uhm, I'm afraid that's long gone in my list of what I wanna do?" and sheepishly smiled at the coach.

"I can, but too lazy to do travels. I just might be staying here in Sendai with Dad."

"Well, it's still too early to decide for things for the future so work yourselves out first. If ever one of you gets on the team, I'll be welcoming you with open arms.", and he laughed like the old ojii-sans in a store nearby your house.

National team. You smirked at the thought as the discussions went on, head swimming in those endless thoughts. The familiar sense of sickness slowly upping to your chest, and you pushing it down to contain it just for a few more.

Practically waiting for all of this to end, you were the first one to hear your Dad's steps outside the door. You never thanked someone so vigorously in your mind. You jumped up and rounded the couch to your genkan as the door opened. Daiki saw you immediately and offered you an apologetic gaze and a small "I'm sorry." just enough for you to hear. You hugged him to relay your "It's okay. I love you, Dad." to him, receiving head kisses that you love the most. You helped him with his things as he made his way to living room to greet the guest.

It was flowing just right and you're on your way up the stairs following the boys when you heard Coach Hibarida said, "I was in the area, Shiratorizawa for Ushijima. The kid will be with me next week for the World Camp in Poland."

You gulped hard and hurried after the boys that's scuffling and squabbling already in one of the rooms.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

The first thing you felt was the slow and comfortable inertia coming to a halt. Second was the slow breaths of the owner of the shoulder your head is leaning on. Third was the yawns all over the place, followed by the ones beside you. Fourth was the soft sshh he managed to someone not you followed by hurrying murmurs and soft steps out to somewhere.

You fluttered your eyes open, his grabby hand was the first you saw, then he chuckled and peeked at your face, his hazel eyes still sleepy but sparkling nonetheless.

"Had a nice sleep?"

You straightened up at the closeness of his face that he gladly withdrawed quickly and you took a yawn while scanning the place your bus had stopped at, rubbing a knuckle against your eyes to get the sleep off it.

"C'mon, they're already outside."

You groggily stood up and he got his things. "'am sorry for your shoulder, Suga-san. Kei and Guchi-guchi were already sleeping when I got in and noー"

"It's okay." You pouted as he led you out of the bus. Tadashi was already waiting for you on your way out, offering a hand.

"Suga-san, is your shoulder wet?" Tadashi snickered and you hit him hard in his shin and yielded an Ow what was that for look.

Koushi laughed, "It's dry.", catching on the joke Tadashi offered. You grumbled and walked towards Kiyoko without your thingsーtaking note that Tadashi or Kei has it as usual.

Kiyoko found you shuffling towards her and as soon as you're in her space, she fixed your hair that made your cheeks grow hot. She smiled at your reaction. My bed hair!!

Both of you jumped when you both heard a hyena-like laugh in Daichi's direction. Kiyoko chuckled, "That's Kuroo. The rooster-headed one. And Kai. They're from Nekoma. The captain and the vice-captain." You nodded, eyes still at Daichi's direction.

"Y'know, Tokyo doesn't look much different than Miyagi."

"Hang on a sec, Sawamura-kun. I think you're missing people here."

"Maybe coz we're in the suburbs, Asahi."

"Ah, Kuroo-kun. About thatー"

"Stop yawning and start walking Tsukishima! Yamaguchi!"

Kuroo and Kai led your team to the side entrance of the building. It's not as big as it looks in the front, though you know it's big when you get through those doors. And you saw a soccer field when your eyes rounded the area minutes ago.

When you and Kiyoko reached the glass door, you were spooked by a "Noooo!!".

Your eyes widen and Kiyoko instinctively protected you with her body despite the fact that you're taller than her, an arm spread. You felt your heart constricted momentarily, you gulped hard at the sight of a blond mohawk guy groveling by the doors.

"Ugh! Yamamoto!"

"They have two managers now!! Both pretty and gorgeous!!" The blond mohawk guy cried, still on his knees. Intense, your brows shot up.

Ryuunosuke casually walked infront of you and Kiyoko. "Do you see now, Tora?"

"Let's go, Y/n-chan." Kiyoko whispered to you, savagely ignoring Ryuunosuke of what he'll be saying. You nodded but eyes still at the conversing hot-spirited men.

"This is the true power of Karasuno." By the time he said that, you and Kiyoko were through the doors along with the others.

"Sorry 'bout that loud one." You accidentally snorted and hid your face behind Asahi's shoulder, too embarassed about how you snorted at Nekoma's captain. You saw him glance at you for a millisecond before smiling at everyone else.

"Once you've changed, the gym is right thereー" He pointed to the other end of the hallway where bouncing balls are heard. "ーEveryone else is already here." He sighed. "Yamamoto! Let's go! Kai, please."

"Hm!"

The team followed this Kai upstairs, but you heard a groan that made you look back. Kuroo's figure is turned against your walking team, his hands clearly rubbing his face continuously in exasperation(?) You don't know. You pursed your lips at the thoughts and hurried your steps towards the others ahead.

The gym was steps away. You were clinging hard to Tadashi's shirt as you walk with the team. The sounds makes you feel so nervous and excited and you think you might cry from the emotions.

This will be your first time seeing many teams playing in one place after a year. You missed it. You gulped a large lump as Daichi opened the doors that revealed the court and the people responsible for the sounds you've been hearing.

And it all became silent and still, for you. It was calming. Your grip on Tadashi's shirt loosened and your hand found its way back to your side, eyes trailing at the players and the nets and the ballsー

"Welcome back, Y/n." You looked briefly at Tadashi that's beaming at you, Kei at his side also staring lovingly at you but face still stoic.

Yes. This is home.

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1. Y/n is in just one issue for Monthly Volleyball. That was in her 3rd year Middle School whenーwill be revealed

2. Tsukishima Daiki is Sendai Frogs' coach.

3. The Tsukishimas has a full-court at their backyard. The team had already played there once sometime after the first Nekoma practice game. That was when Noya saw Y/n. (event detailed at Wattpad version)

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I'm so sorry this isn't pokemon related at all but I gotta know which t swift albums are your faves lmao 👀 (I'm forever stuck in the folklore/evermore days 🤎)

Okay. I am pretty rigid on keeping the blog pokemon-related, but you, dear anon, have asked me about something that I love more than anything else.

So I'm gonna just go wild with this and give you more than you asked for because frankly I am one of the biggest swifities on this Earth and honestly squeal any time I get the opportunity to talk about Taylor's music because of how much of a massive impact it has had on me. I get nervous with each drop but, without fail? Each and every album, in order, tends to follow themes in my life and somehow encapsulates a lot of what I'm going through in some way. I love each of these albums in their own way, and it's a bit hard to give them rankings. Less favorites are still very much favorites though!

1 - reputation

Holy trinity: I Did Something Bad; Don't Blame Me; New Year's Day Honorable mentions: literally every other song

This album was a torniquet for me, and even when I'm not fully relating to it emotionally as much it may just be permanently cemented in my heart and soul as the top dog because of how monumental it was to me. It dropped at a time in my life when I was reallllyyy going through it, and a lot of the overarching narrative of "I will survive this tooth and nail for better days, even if my dignity is lost" resonated hard. I think the presentation and marketing of this album was utterly genius (reclaiming the narratives, sound production/lyrical risks and imagery that were executed JUST right, the MERCH REFERENCES, the "bombastic, external persona" that transitions to "this is the real me behind closed doors; I found and cherish what's truly important and that's all that really matters", etc.) was just perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. IDSM AMA 2018 performance is also the best live performance ever, forever obsessed. Overall, this album is the one I turn to whenever life is hard and I want to fan the flames of resilience.

2 - evermore

Holy trinity: coney island; tolerate It; 'tis the damn

Honorable mentions: champagne problems; gold rush; long story short; Willow

God, I love evermore. Didn't even realize how much I did until the past year or so. I have a lot of deep cuts on this album, and like folklore, it was just SO awesome to have albums where the general public could see more of Taylor's quill pen songwriting on full display (although glitter gel pen songs are EQUALLY cool). I love the maturity behind this album and it actually taught me how to fall in love with the colder seasons and weather. Coney Island specifically lowers my blood pressure like no other song has ever done and I can't even tell you fully why; it's so surreal and serene to listen to on planes. And tolerate it? CHRIST. When I revisited it as I went through some of it in real time, OOOF. DIFFERENT LEVEL OF RESPECT. It is def in my top 5 songs. 3 - folklore

Holy trinity: caridgan; the 1; hoax

Honorable mentions: my tears richochet; mad woman; the lakes; peace; invisible string; august

CARDIGAN. CARDIGAN. Rep is my favorite album, but cardigan is my favorite song ohmygooood. Never have I ever felt something epitomize my life experiences and personhood - it quite literally feels like an encapsulation of my soul. I feel very spoiled that it got to be a single and mv - just absolutely stunning. Personally, I connect this song to a return to lost childhood innocence. And I am proud to say I own one of the original original cardigans and the only way you can separate it from me is by prying it from my cold, dead hands. BUT YES, FOLKLORE IS ELITE. The storytelling on this album is next level and the surprise drop of such intricate thought during the height of the pandemic was very needed. Hoax is an oddly specific lullaby for me because it was a specific comfort to me at one night. The 1 is just ooOOOOF also.

4 - Lover

Holy trinity: All Of The Girls You Loved Before; Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince; Cornelia Street

Honorable Mentions: False God; Cruel Summer; I Think He Knows; Daylight

I honestly don't give this album enough credit because I resonate a lot with its visuals and messages. It is def a bit more slapped together than others, but I do like the symbolism in that. Lover is about all forms of love (romantic, familial, platonic, self-based) and I often times get told by irl peeps that this alongside the folkmore albums are the kinds of energies I tend to emit lol. Daylight in particular has one of the most fire TS quotes at her adlib at the end with the whole "You are what you love" thing, and GOD. Any time I think of it or hear it I re-evaluate a lot to make sure I can live by it. Fun fact: revisiting the song is how I ended 2023, and it was the trigger that made me decide to write fanfiction & start this blog, because it's important to follow all sorts of things that make you happy! <3

5 - 1989 (TV)

Holy trinity: New Romantics; Say Don't Go; I Know Places

Honorable Mentions: Bad Blood (both versions; fight me); YOU ARE IN LOVE UGH; Is It Over Now?; Style; Clean

This album is pop perfection and I think every Swiftie can agree on that universally even if you're not a big fan of 1989. But ooohhh my gosh, this album set me free when it came out. There are so many positive messages about expressing yourself, leaning into the messes of life, and also, just letting yourself loosen up a bit. I was in a bit of an angsty emo phase when the og came out (lol) and Taylor's bubbliness challenged me in a great way and helped me get a bit of my sunshine back. It was my second most anticipated TV re-release, and the vault tracks DID not disappoint. Now that I'm more in the range of what Taylor was reflecting on at the time, too? OOF. DO I FEEL MORE CONNECTED THAN BEFORE.

6 - Fearless (TV)

Holy trinity: Mr. Perfectly Fine; The Way I Loved You; Forever & Always (Piano Version) Honorable Mentions: Change; You're Not Sorry; White Horse; Fifteen; The Best Day; You Belong With Me

Gosh. Fearless. FEARLESS. This album just stands out to me as such an homage to my childhood in a lot of different ways - but more so of the braver side of me in it. I absolutely love the imagery and dramatics of this album and feel like its just a bucket of sunshine and golden stars and warmth. It takes me back to simpler days, and I love love love how Mr. Perfectly Fine leans straight into some of the bangers I really loved on the og. This is more of a sunshiny fire album to me.

7- Midnights

Holy trinity: You're Losing Me; Dear Reader; Bejeweled (new! lmao)

Honorable Mentions: You're On Your Own, Kid; Would've Could've Should've; Lavender Haze; Anti-Hero; Midnight Rain; Mastermind; Snow On The Beach (feat. More Lana Del Ray)

This album is very dreary in a lot of ways, and jeez, I needed it when it first came out. Happy to say I went from more of a "Dear Reader" vibe to a "Bejeweled" vibe from release to now. I love the concept behind it so much and it's interesting to be able to relate to the "coming out of the dread" side thats sprinkled in here and there. It speaks to the more "stormy" parts of me that I tend to hide from others, and I really relate to TS's portrayal of it given her own general outward disposition.

8 - Red (TV)

Holy trinity: All Too Well 10 Minute Version; I Knew You Were Trouble; Begin Again

Honorable Mentions: Better Man; Girl At Home (fight me); Nothing New; Sad Beautiful Tragic; Treacherous

Okaayyy, THIS is the fall album. And we're getting to the point where these beautiful albums LOOK like they're ranked low, but the favoritism is still very much high regardless. God, ATWTMV took ATW and added a whole MAGNITUTE of maturity and retrospect that really speaks to a personal experience that I've had. I am beyond grateful that we finally got it and younger me would be screaming in disbelief!! LOL. But yeah, this album is what I turn to for heartbreak at times (more so of messy, fast and quick kind of feelings), and Begin Again is very relegable as a spiritual palette cleanser. The red scarf is one of my other favorite merch items I own.

9 - Speak Now (TV)

Holy trinity: Castles Crumbling; Mean; Haunted

Honorable mentions: Foolish One; Back to December; Enchanted; Better Than Revenge (lol og lowkey); Ours (MH ruined this one for me temporarily); I Can See You

This album is another childhood reminder type of album because of how whimsical and fairytale-esque it is, but I'll admit that Fearless (TV) is a little closer to my heart. Castles Crumbling though???? OH. MY. GOD. That had my jaw to the ground and is def in the top 10. What a tragedy to add to SPEAK NOW of all albums, and what nightmarish foresight Taylor must've had to compose it way back when. Haunted also speaks to my soul but more in a familial kind of way, and Mean? Mean is the spiteful little child in me LOL.

10 - Taylor Swift

Holy Trinity: Should've Said No; Tied Together With a Smile; Cold As You

Honorable Mentions: The Outside; A Place in This World; Picture To Burn

I'm ngl! This album I'm probably much more disconnected with compared to others despite me being a big Swiftie. Most of this is because I wasn't fully a fan when this came out, and country music isn't really my kind of jam. I'm very curious about how the TV is going to be handled and I think it's going to grow on me a bit more. Nonetheless, the holy trinity is elite and Should've Said No/Bad Blood mashup during the rep tour changed me as a person. One day I shall yee the haw here.

This was a lot of fun to share (and I know you didn't fully ask for this but HERE YA GO LOL), TS is my kryptonite and my everything and I hope you enjoyed. :) <3

#asks #I am extra and I own that #taylor swift

[miss-fortune-thinks]

TAYLOR SWIFT PROPAGANDA POSTING

okayokay look i know music is subjective and blahblahblah you dont HAVE to love her. but its unfair to totally discredit her (amazing and great and fantastic) song-writing and lyricism skills by just writing her off as the mindless pop music girl. LIKE???? NO??????? listen to evermore and get back to me if that is how you view her. but in all seriousness i genuinely do not know how someone with lyrical, and just overall, masterpieces such as RWYLM (right where you left me)!!!!! and MY TEARS RICHOCHET!!!!!!!!!! and STILL get their whole career discredited just because 'she only writes songs about her exes' or 'shes just not that good' coming from people who have only ever listened to top hits????? arguably artists most popular songs are hardly ever their best, or even a fair representation of their full discography. now coming from a (born and raised might i add) swiftie, obviously i'll always be biased BUT im also not a big mainstream pop fan besides for taylor swift. so going based on that perspective i dont necessarily love her more made for the radio-sounding tracks, but i can still acknowledge that they are well written and produced?? i genuinely believe most people can find at least one taylor swift song that they like, IF YOU PUT YOUR BIAS ASIDE. non-swiftie mutuals DM ME!!!! i will (try very hard to) find you a taylor swift song that you like !!

#i love taylor swift #music taste #taylor swift #ts #ts folklore #ts evermore #taylor swift 1989 #1989 taylor's version #speak now taylors version #evermore #folklore #swifties #swiftie things #swifties on tumblr #the eras tour #ts eras tour #taylor swift eras tour #propaganda posting #taylor swift propaganda

[taylortruther]

I didn't remember Taylor straight up spelled out what hoax is about. I remember her saying it's about different situations and then talking about how love for her is "don't want no other shade of blue but you" so I just decided it's about Joe, Scott and later, Karlie. I love this song and I love that nearly every line is about two of the situations or all three and I want to talk about it!

"My only one" refers to Joe in a romantic form of address but it could also go with my tears richochet's "did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?".

"My smoking gun" is a piece of incriminating evidence. This line refers to Karlie ("she's a crook who was caught") and possibly a Joe's betrayal -> "chase two girls, lose the one" "I'm the best thing at this party" I could be wrong but I do think, for a story, there's a nice plotline here. Another line about betrayal that I think is about all three situations: "my twisted knife"

Honestly, I don't have an explanation for "my eclipsed sun". This could be just something that ruined her happiness, darkened her sky. All three situations definitely ruined her day (even weeks and months).

"This has broken me down" -> up until here she lists things, basically saying "you betrayed me and I'm devastated."

"My sleepless night" I think this is pretty self-explanatory but I love the "when you can't sleep at night" -> "my sleepless night" parallel. They're both suffering, they're both hurt by this situation. And whose fault is this?

"My winless fight" -> "when I'd fight you use to tell me I was brave" she was willing to fight for her music and buy her catalogues but Scott still went and sold it to SB. This could also refer to a situation of fighting with a lover, a pointless fight that leads nowhere and leaves you drained. Something like The Great War or You're Losing Me.

"This has frozen my ground" -> all these situations, the betrayal, the sleepless night, the fight, left her exhausted. Taylor usually describes difficult situation as dying and when the ground freezes, everything that growns on it dies. The thing about this line, especially when you put it with "a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground" gives a sense of hope. The ice could melt, she could heal!

I think the chorus is completely about Joe. The "give me a reason one" could and is probably about suicide but also "give me a reason to stay in this relationship" -> "If I would've known how sharp the pieces were you'd crumble into, I might have let them lay" -> "don't want no other shade of blue but you"

"My best laid plan, your sleight of hand" refers to Scott and Karlie -> she laid out a perfect plan (to buy her music, for her friendship with K) and they destoryed it with their lies and secrets. And it refers to Joe -> "I had some tricks up my sleeves" "what if I told you I'm a mastermind" "you had some tricks up your sleeves" and could also be about him betraying her. If his love's a hoax, then he led her on.

"You know I left a part of me back in New York" -> most of Taylor and Karlie's friendship happened in New York, the beginning of Taylor and Joe's relationship happened in New York ("back in forth from New York" Cornelia Street "your heartbeat on the High Line"). Tbh I wish I could elaborate about this lyric beyond the parallels, but I can't come up with anything.

"You know the hero died so what's the movie for?" -> about Karlie and Scott. They betrayed her, they "killed" her, so what's the point in trying to keep their relationship with her? "Yes I got your letter....I don't need your closure."

The rest of the bridge is just: you knew my darkest secrets, I showed you all my scars, I told you how painful it was and you still hurt me this is so much more painful. The thing that gets me about this bridge is that she isn't even angry, she's just saying "fyi, this hurt more than anything I've experienced before"

"You knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?" Is very much about a fight in a relationship ("I didn't know you were keeping count, but OH you were keeping count") -> you've killed me, what's the point of twisting the knife even more?

The outro is also about Joe. She calls him her "only one" again. "My kingdom's come undone" -> Castles Crumbling. In light of peace (previous song) and Taylor and Joe's relationship this line is so intersting "my only one, my kingdom's come undone" -> my life is a wreck, am I still worth it? Is it still enough?

"My broken drum, you have beaten my heart" -> so I actually think she's calling him her broken drum and there's a sense of irony in the fact he managed to make her heart beat ("do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?") Which is also why the next lines are "don't want no other shade of blue but you // no other sadness in the world would do") he's also struggling with his mental health, yet he holds her together. He's the reason to keep going, he and his sadness are the answer to screaming "give me a reason" on the cliffside.

i want y'all to know that when you start connecting things to renegade, or reference taylor's "game" theme, i start shaking like an excited chihuahua fjaksdl.

also, omg you added a third layer of meaning to that broken drum line. i always thought it was a double entendre: you broke my heart, and you won me over. and with the drum line, it could also mean: you brought me back to life. oh man. what a beautiful line.

#hoax

[thatonebylershipper]

just wondering

#taylor swift #last kiss taylor’s version #my tears ricochet #tolerate it

[screamingiminlovewithyou]

My tears richochet has got to be one of her best songs ever

[frizzy-frizz-frizz]

I wanted to copy and paste my fave bits of what you said about kevjean but all of its amazing and I love it "kevin and jean are so intrinsically tied together, they know each other first and foremost." Kill me now jesus christ "kevin had to leave and jean couldnt." Literally just stab me in the chest "that is where the song ends almost as abruptly as the books" im screaming???? I literally did not think of this but you're so right oh my god let me go listen to this song again right now

"Also is it just me or does it feel like neil josten, 'demisexual who never really understood his own attraction' is listening to this while making a kevin day binder on the run" you've honest to god read my mind that's exactly what I'm associating when I listen to the song. His obsession and jealously and the binder and if one of them had to make it he wanted it to be kevin. Also "I can't dare to dream about you anymore" him on the run for sure but also when both of them thought neil was going to be dead by the end of the year

"oh to be a random exy fan in the aftg universe." Honestly the edits ppl would make would be incredible

"NEIL REMEMBERING WHAT KEVIN WAS LIKE AS A KID" BABE YOU GET ME THIS IS SO IT "known for who you know, you know you'll always know me" kevin being the one thing from his past that he wanted to keep that he was still attached to. Also the song reminds of the name of the game by dayurno (it killed and revived me) and Neil just watching Kevin's game in chapter 2 and just fucking marvelling over him

BELIEVE?? The way he has so much faith in Neil and Andrew the way he sees so much potential in them and insists on dragging it out

THROUGH THE GHOST?? "ITS SO KEVIN" You're so right tho the world will never know him like he knows himself him looking at his past self not being able to recognise himself anymore it's all so good

Also I know I said I've never considered nothing new with him in mind but now that I have him in mind it's just "HOW DOES A PERSON KNOW EVERYTHING AT 18 BUT NOTHING AT 22" ALSKSK "WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS NOTHING NEW???" MY GOD

I adore him to primadonna I've always thought the song was so him and I'm glad for the agreement "all I wanted was the world" "the rise the fall" "you say that I'm kinda difficult" "I know I've got a big ego I really don't know why it's such a big deal though" LIKE HELLO IT WORKS SO WELL

ALSO I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON MY TEARS RICHOCHET "And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home" Kevin directly after leaving the nest??? Or directly after joing it "And you're the hero flying around, saving face" the ravens pretending it was a skiing accident??? "You turned into your worst fears" Honestly there are a couple of ppl that could be referring to

TEEN IDLE "The pretty lies the ugly truth And the day has come where I have died Only to find I've come alive" him leaving the nest thinking his life was over to everything that came after

You'd be paranoid too is a song I've literally never heard of but jesus christ "I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone but surrounded" growing up famous?? In the nest?? ALONE BUT SURROUNDED???

Overwhelmed is literally every anxiety/panic attack scene from the books and I lost a friend kinda makes me think its about him towards riko in like a very "how did I lose a friend I never had"

God this is probably longer than the first message I'm so sorry its gotten out of hand but unfortunately I'm not done

My brain fucking perked up when it heard my alcoholic friends I have no idea why is sounds so familiar but its such a great rec I'm obsessed it fits and it's such a fun song to bop to for some reason

I'm obsessed with willow as a kandrew song kevin is so "They count me out time and time again" and "I come back stronger than a 90s trend"  "Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife" HELLO "I'll meet you after dark" night practice??? "Show me the places where the others gave you scars" That one fucking scene where Andrew takes his left hand and checks it over I can't deal

This is me trying is so very very Kevin it's hard to just pick a singular line. ALSO Liquid Smooth LIQUID SMOOTH

Anyway I think this is longer than the last ask lmao

i dont mind at all that this is longer than the first message. in fact i am ECSTATIC. im so glad you're liking the playlist, its the BEST feeling

the kevjean dynamic has me in a chokehold i cant stop thinking about them. i feel so validated rn FINALLY someone gets my attachment to that song

"Also "I can't dare to dream about you anymore" him on the run for sure but also when both of them thought neil was going to be dead by the end of the year" GOD and when he looks at kevin that night, kevin who wanted to give him everything the world has to offer and, "will you still teach me?" "Every night" i am DECEASED. THIS SONG. IT MAKES ME THINK OF THAT SCENE AGAIN

SAME dororthea and liability and lost remind me so much of 'the name of the game'...i should reread it again...

believe hit so close to my heart AND YEAH YOU GET IT. kevin's unflinching faith and trust in those two always astounds me. he's the kind of person who just see right through you. past the words and pretensess, right down to your core. just looks at you and sees everythinig you are. everything you could be. and THEN he tells you that you can make it. that you can do it all. he puts the world and all it offers within your reach for the first time and- OF COURSE andrew and neil are obsessed with him. and, no one had ever told them they were worth it before. these three will be the end of me i swear.

"LORD WHAT WILL BECOEM OF ME ONCE IVE LOST MY NOVELTY" YES YES EXACTLY. it so perfect. even the AGES are right.

YES my alcoholic friend s sounds so familiar and i think its cause it sounds like a marina song?? somehow?? but mostly i added it cause of the last verse, "Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and sick,

"And they would stare at me with hatred Plus my only natural talent's wasted on my alcoholic friends"

KEVIN FEELING LIKE HE'S TIED TO EXY LIKE. he will keep going back to exy. even if he got to choose to do something else, showing up late and sick, his natural talents only on display on a court.

"ALL I EVER WANTED WAS THE WORLD" YES THANK YOU its works so so well

disclaimer: you might not agree with me at all about my tears ricochet and that's totally fine, my interpretation is VERY self indulgement.

hear me out, i associate my tears ricochet with post-baltimore kandrew. specifically the fallout and the arguments and guilt and pain that followed. because not only does andrew have to earn back kevin's trust, they both have to rebuild their relationship from the ground up. SO imagine my tears ricochet as that process

"I didnt have it in myself to go with grace, cause when id fight you used to tell me i was brave" kevin is all caustic, brutal honesty. he would hurt, and he wouldn't soften the blow. but he'll always come back

"Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, you turned into your worst fears" I FIRMLY believe andrew has had some horrible horrible thoughts about being like every person who's hurt kevin. of kevin being afraid of him. he would throw all of himself into

"We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean. Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring" kevin and andrew know each other all too well. they're the only ones who can truly push each other. remember when kevin walked intllo court with a raquet in his right hand and andrew was right behind him?? When kevin made andrew TRY for the sake of it?? ('UNSTOPPABLE FORCE VS IMMOVABLE OBJECT' DYNAMIC MY DARLING)

"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood,but you would still miss me in your bones" You think after calmed down from the fear of losing neil he'd see those bruises on Kevin's throat and NOT panic?? That the thought of losing kevin wouldn't send him into a full blown panic? Bullshit. and KEVIN who after it all keeps choosing andrew, who keeps putting faith in him, WOULDN'T keep trying to rebuild?? listen those two are practically melded together okay

"and I still talk to you (when im screaming at the sky)" ANDREW ON THE ROOF

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same" IM SOBBING THESE TWO THEY END ME I WILL NEVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THEM

I HAVE MORE KANDREW SONGS THAT I HAVENT ADDED YET BUT I WILL

I have so many kandrew songs

I think of them too often

To be honest, I associate 'I lost a friend' to kevin and jean. specifically kevin thinking about jean and all the emotions that come with. this is, once again, about kevin running away to the foxes and jean being at the nest. BUT for extra sad you can remember all the drafts nora wrote where Jean died.

ALSO I like you thoughts on the song being about kevin and riko. riko who he was friends with once, when they were very young. who promised him they'd make court together. who got worse and worse until, soon enough, there might as well have been no trace of the boy who was kevin's friend

WILLOW KILLED ME ITS SO THEM YOU'RE SO RIGHT

"Wherever you stray, ill follow, begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans" not kevin and andrew barging into each other lives and refusing to let the sink, stubbornly staying afloat and lifting each other up. utterly craving each others plans and expectations of the future. Andrew digging his heels into the ground and yet following Kevin and he promises andrew the world and them drags him towards it

"Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind" and "Like you were a trophy or a champion ring, and there was one prize I'd cheat to win" ANDREW ABOUT KEVIN who pushes and pushes and constantly gives all he has and demands the best

"Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark, show me the places where the others gave you scars" Just. THEM. IM SOBBING

more kandrew recs:

Silence by marshmello, Im not okay by weathers, 505 by arctic monkeys, I am not a robot by marina, (twin sized mattress and lost are already on the playlist), and MOST IMPORTANTLY,

wolves without teeth by monsters and men THIS SONG IS SO. THEY ARE SO. its perfect to me.

#ask stuff #kevin #kevin playlist

[youreonyourownkid]

my tears ricochet or back to december ?

omg..... i think my tears richochet..

send me two taylor swift songs and i’ll tell you which one i prefer

#asks #cloversbloom

[loveourfuture-c]

The Other Side of the Door or Daylight? Cardigan or Betty? I Wish You Would or Style? my tears richochet or gold rush?

The other side of the door

Cardigan

I wish you would

Gold rush (this one was so hard!)

#kay answers

[now-that-i-saw-you]

Death is a recurring theme in Taylor's songs whenever she's going through something difficult it feels like she's dying. reputation is about her being resurrected and rising stronger than before, in my tears richochet she is a ghost hunting the town the person who betrayed her, "you know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love // do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?" and it's so painful that this is where her mind goes in these situations and it's worse to hear her say that, yeah, she rose up from the dead, she does it all the time, but...she's so tired of dying.

#taylor swift

[do-notfolow]

Guessing what Midnights tracks are about:

Track 2: Maroon

There would probably be a play about the colour and the verb (to leave trapped and isolated). I think it'd be champagne problems-esque where she is the one who's leaving.

It'd be kind of interesting if track 1 is about her being protective of her relationship, track 2 being about her tendency to self-sabotage, to leave before she gets left. Both of these lead to the third track being about everything she hates about herself. There's an intersting story here.

That makes me think Snow On The Beach will be very peaceful, the comforting realisation that someone you love is reciprocating those feelings despite how unlovable you think you are. ("He must like me for me")

Track 5: You're On Your Own, Kid

The title is pretty self-explanatory.

It's track 5, the most volnerable track, because it's Taylor talking to her younger, struggling self and telling her that, well, she's on her own; in the exciting, "you're free to make your own decisions and be your own person" way, and the terrifying "you fight your own battles, no one's coming to save you. If you're drowning, learn to swim" kind of way.

Track 6: Midnight Rain

A love song. She might pull a my tears richocet into mirrorball kind of track 5 into track 6 run, but this title sounds so romantic. Taylor romanticised the shit out of rain throughout her career.

I can see it being about staying up all night because of anxiety and the world is quiet, except for her mind and the midnight rain.

Track 7: Question...?

The anxiety song. She'd be asking a lot of questions, mainly "will I be ok?"

Track 8: Vigilante Shit

This and Anti-hero have to be connected, not only because of the upside down phone, but also because of the meaning. It'd be weird if this song is also about the same kind of self-loathing as track 3, so I believe it'd be a more angry track aimed at someone else. Maybe like Renegade, maybe my tears richochet/mad woman/closure.

Track 9: Bejeweled

I...I have no idea. Maybe it's a "wear you like a necklace" kind of song, maybe the jewels she adorns are her tears. Idk.

Track 10: Labyrinth

A labyrinth and a maze aren't the same. In a labyrinth, as long as you keep going, you'll find your way. In a maze, though, there are several paths. I think this song will be about feeling lost in life, with the optimistic note that eventually you'll find your place in the world.

Track 11: Karma

Well, it's most likely a diss track. Taylor's always been obsessed with Karma, so I'm really curious to hear what she'd have to say about in an-at-least-3-minutes song. She can't sleep because all she thinks about is "Karma".

Track 12: Sweet Nothing

Sweet Nothings is a phrase that means "words of affection exchanged by lovers". In this track she's staying up all night talking to her lover, making forts undercover. The things I'd for this to be a Dreas kind of song.

Track 13: Mastermind

It might be a hoax kind of closing track, but I think it'd be the usual, Swiftian, optimistic ending. It might be about moving on from someone and not letting them manipulate you any longer: "your mindgames won't get to me anymore". Maybe it's about not letting her own insecurities and anxieties beat her.

Track 14: Hits Different

I don't know??? It doesn't sound like it'd be sad.

@taylorswift @taylornation

#taylor swift #midnights #swiftie theories

[two-graves-one-gun]

folklore Masterlist

A collection of every story that has been inspired by one of the songs on Taylor Swift's debut album.

Want to look at a different album? Click here!

Want to see stories inspired by more than one song? Click here!

the 1

cardigan

the last great american dynasty

exile

my tears richochet

mirrorball

seven

august

this is me trying

illicit affairs

invisible string

mad woman

epiphany

betty

peace

hoax

the lakes

#masterlist #taylor swift #folklore #imagine #fanfiction #x reader