#is there just me a small paragraph of me once again wondering what colour charlies eyes are

[tangledstarlight]

there’s people chasing us and i pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close" for Juke, but the people are fans??

lets all just pretend the whole start isn't so convoluted. i kinda forgot they needed to be running and kinda panicked lmao i distracted myself by starting it with an emperors new grove reference for some reason??? 😬 anyway!! hope you like it! 😊💜

1. there’s people chasing us and i pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

50 cliche tropes and prompts!

Sometimes, Julie felt a little like her life was like the beginning of The Emperor's New Groove where Kuzco is pulling down slides and telling the audience how his life ended up like this. A sad llama in the rain.

Only she wasn’t a llama. And she wasn’t in the rain. And she definitely wasn’t sad.

But honestly, if someone was to ask her how she ended up in an alley, breathing heavily with her best friend and bandmate, Luke Patterson standing so close she can feel his breath on her cheeks, can see the flecks of gold in his eyes? She’s not sure how she’d explain it.

The day had started out so normal. They had a day off between tour stops and had decided to use their time wisely. To actually visit the city they were in. Reggie had made an itinerary and everything. They were going to be tourists and buy tacky keychain presents and try the world's best coffee that was advertised on a sign Alex had seen the night before.

The problem might have been the four of them forgetting that people recognised them now. That walking down the street was starting to become a problem. Especially when they were all together. And they’d always known that this was part of their dreams, that making music that connected with people meant that there would be, well, people.

But they’d never really been prepared for it.

One day they were no one. The next, they had crowds of people chasing them down the street asking for photos and autographs and wanting to touch her hair or feel Luke’s arms or wear Alex’s hat.

They’d stopped to take a photo with one girl outside the hotel, and had paused for a small conversation with a few fans near a music shop, and when they’d come out of the cafe with the world's best coffee there had been a small crowd waiting for them.

Being polite and patient only got them so far and when someone started getting a little aggressive with Reggie, the four of them did the only thing they could think of.

They started running.

Luke had grabbed her hand, tugging her through the crowd and running down the street as fast as they could. Hoping Alex and Reggie running in the opposite direction would give them all enough time to put some distance between them all.

“Where are we going!?” She pants, throwing a look over her shoulder as the sound of too many feet starts to follow them.

Luke squeezes her hand and she almost trips over a crack in the pavement when she looks back at him, his cheeks a little red as all he says is, “Trust me.”

And well, that she can do. She’s been trusting Luke since the day they met. Most people, mostly Flynn, would say she was crazy for trusting him so much, with so much. But Luke had never let her down and Julie didn’t think he ever would. Not intentionally at least.

So they run, Julie let’s Luke pull her down a street and across a road and around a store and down an alley.

It’s blocked off at the end by a metal fence and, as they hear more footsteps approaching, Luke pulls her behind a tower of old cardboard boxes. One of his hands is on her waist while his other is still holding hers, only now he has it pinned against the brick wall next to her head. They're both breathing heavily, from the running, from adrenaline, from how close they’re now standing.

Luke’s breath fans across her face, and she can smell the mint chewing gum that she’d passed around to them all after their breakfast. She can see the way his eyes are tracking over her face, the way blue mixes with green with grey and idly wonders if there’s even a way to describe the colour of his eyes accurately. She’d like to spend a few hours trying.

Julie knows they’ve stood this close before. That there’s been so many times over the years where it’s just been them, in their own little world of possibilities. But she knows they’ve never stood like this. That if breathes out her chest brushes against his, and if she leant just a little forward her lips would touch his chin.

“I think we lost ‘em,” Luke whispers and normally this is when her thoughts would stop. When the weird little bubble of intimacy they’d created would pop.

But it doesn’t. And Luke doesn’t let go of her hand, doesn’t step back, doesn’t stop looking at her.

“Power of cardboard boxes,” she says back, voice low and she wonders what he’s thinking as her breath ghosts across his lips. Wonders if maybe he’s thinking the same thing she is and his eyes dip down once.

“We should probably go find the boys.” But Luke still doesn’t make any move and neither does she.

“Luke,” she starts, and Julie doesn’t really know what she’s going to say. Doesn’t have a plan or even a thought to voice because all she can think about is what it would be like for him to close the gap between their bodies, for him to press her a little harder against the brick, for them to finally kiss.

It’s only when one of his brows ticks up slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip and for his fingers to flex against her waist that Julie realises that she might have said all of that out loud. Though she can’t quite find it in herself to mind when Luke is leaning down and that last bit of distance is gone. It’s slow and soft, lips moving carefully together like both of them are afraid of something. And then Luke presses her a little hard against the wall and she lets out a moan against his mouth and things get a little rougher, a little messier.

Luke pulls away first, chest heaving as he sucks in a breath and Julie opens her eyes to see the wide smile on his face. She’s pretty sure her smile is just the same. Giddy and excited and just a little bit scared. Tilting her head back against the wall Julie closes her eyes and tries to regain her composure, not that Luke resting his forehead against hers is doing anything to help matters.

"We need to go," Julie mutters, lips brushing at the edge of his jaw and she almost lets out a whine of protest as he moves his head away from hers, though it merely turns into a sharp inhale as his lips trail down her neck.

“You’re standing on my foot,” she giggles, toes wiggling in her shoes against the sole of his foot, and Julie feels more than sees his smile.

So okay, maybe it wasn't such a complicated story of how she ended up in an alley with her back against a wall while Luke was sucking at her neck. Maybe she was just working shopping ideas on how to recount the story to Flynn later on. For a first, second, third kiss in a dirty alley next to boxes Julie thinks it’s pretty great.

#ask #sanssssastark #julie and the phantoms #*prompts #juke #is there just me a small paragraph of me once again wondering what colour charlies eyes are? maybe!! #anyway idk what else to tag this as #it's 2am i should really be asleep

[theteaisaddictive]

life and death: chapter two.

guess who’s back? back again? this shit’s back! tell a friend!

house rules: bolded with proper punctuation/capitalisation is direct quote from the books. anything else, even if it’s in quotes, will be me shitposting. all misspellings unless pointed out are my own (this includes autocorrects such as ‘favourite’ or ‘colour’)

i’m also going to set up a page with links to all previous liveblogs for ease of access, but for the moment just searching tagged/life-and-death gets all previous liveblogs up

*mario voice* here we go!

The next day was better . . . and worse. ah, i was wondering how long it would take for beau’s emo-ness to show up again. the very first sentence of the next chapter was the answer. but honestly how relatable; things are better because it’s no longer the First Day. things are worse because when playing volleyball, beau didn’t dodge out the way of the ball and hit two of my teammates in the head with one bad volley oh man i feel you, pe’s rough. and worst of all, THE PERFECT ONE isn’t there (i think she’s meant to be in alaska at this point fucking around with the denali sisters?? or i guess brothers in this verse)

McKayla, who was starting to seem weirdly, I don’t know, territorial about me beau you have spent the last four paragraphs imagining confronting a girl you met once about why she doesn’t seem to like you you really don’t have a leg to stand on buddy. beau is conFUSion bc mckayla (swap!mike) is into him and he’s not used to that and honestly?? that’s valid. i spent my adolescence knowing nobody found me attractive and when people finally did there were several ‘does not compute’ messages. beau also ponders the patriarchy, and whether or not he’s uncomfortable because mckayla’s coming on to him, as it were (it’s high school, nobody’s coming onto anyone but you catch ym drift)

oooh, more patches of red fading out of [his] face instead of blushing. beau really has problems with erythema, doesn’t he? he goes shopping and angsts about the beautiful liminal space that is the thriftway, but not before seeing the cullens and their shiny volvo of justice. It seemed like too much for them to have both looks and money. Though, as far as I could tell, life worked that way most of the time. WELCOME COMRADE STEPHENIE IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU. (brosalie’s name is royal. ROYAL. this shit writes itself!)

charlie comes home from work to beat making tea and we get That line about the gun. “What’s for dinner?” he asked warily. Mom was an imaginative cook, when she bothered, and her experiments weren’t always edible. I was surprised, and sad, that he seemed to remember that far back. oh man that is a whole-ass divorced kid mood

omg i forgot how in love with carlisle charlie was this is JUST as entertainig holy fuck. “Dr. Cullen is a brilliant surgeon who could probably work in any hospital in the world [...] We’re lucky to have her -- lucky that her husband wants to live in a small town. She’s an asset to the community [...] Just because they’re newcomers, people have to talk.” It was the longest speech I’d ever heard Charlie make. JUST SAY YOU WANT TO HAVE HER WEIRD VAMPIRE BABIES CHARLIE, IT WOULD BE QUICKER

there's an uneventful weekend which smeyer skips over and we rejoin beau on monday (aka The Day Edthye(ward) Comes Back so buckle up lads). they see each other in the lunch room, and edythe is still presumably confused about her inability to hear beau’s thoughts. he sneaks a look at her and stares long enough for the normies his friends to pick up on it. and now edythe is staring at him, although beau is talking to jeremy (swap!jessica, aka anna kendrick). also i just have to say that i do legitimately find it hilarious how much hatred beau has for the snow. 

BIO CLASS BIO CLASS PREPARE YOURSELVES IT’S THE SCENE WITH THE ONION SLIDES

and finally, our leads talk to each other. 

“Hello,” said a quiet, musical voice. [...] Her perfect face was friendly, open, a slight smile on her full, pink lips. But her long eyes were careful. is beau not being able to describe eyes in a way that make human sense going to be a recurring motif?? or is it just bad writing? you decide!

and these two are awkward fucking ducks, because of course they are. 

“Ladies first, partner?” Edythe asked. I looked up to see her smiling a dimple smile so perfect that I could only stare at her like a fool. you know, for beau being a straight guy he sure reacts to pretty girls smiling the same way that queer women do (beau.exe has stopped functioning due to presence of dimples) “Uh, sure, go ahead,” I sputtered. I saw her eyes flash to the splotches blooming across my cheeks. Why couldn’t my blood just stay in my veins where it belonged? am i missing something or did beau just get a boner in class bc a pretty girl smiled at him and raised her eyebrows.

man, just seeing the words Miss Cullen and Mr. Swan used in a twilight book is bit of a trip, clearly i’m too used to bella being called ‘miss swan’. not a bad thing, just a ‘brains are weird sometimes, huh’ thing.

THEY TOUCHED. THEY TOUCHED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Her fingers were ice cold, like she’d been holding them in a snowdrift before class. [beau, to be fair there was a snowball fight going on that you bailed on] But that wasn’t why I jerked my hand away so quickly. When she touched me, it stung my hand like a low-voltage electric shock. was this in twilight?? bc i don’t remember her getting shocked by edward in bio class. anyway, they finish the exercise, beau is a klutz, and then he notices the colour-changing eyes thing. 

they chat a little about why beau came to forks, and edythe is apparently puzzled by beau’s motivations. 

“Did I . . . am I annoying you?”  She shook her head and smiled with half her mouth so that one dimple popped out. [is this meant to be the equivalent to edward’s crooked smile?? GIVE US EDYTHE’S CROOKED SMILE, STEPH] “No, if anything, I’m annoyed with myself.” “Why?” She cocked her head to the side. “Reading people . . . it usually comes very easily to me. But I can’t -- I guess I don’t know quite what to make of you. Is that funny?”

oh man. oh man edythe is that an understatement of what you can do. 

the rest of the day passes uneventfully, aside from mckayla being on beau’s team in gym?? in america do you guys mix genders during gym? because while that happened sometimes here, it was pretty rarely. beau ends the chapter by almost reversing into a car as he pulls out the car park, and [he] could see enough in [his] peripheral vision to know [Edythe] was laughing.

#life and death #twilight #rae reads life and death