#ok but seriously I LOVE sally!!! she reminds me of my best friend!

[aerialflight]

Fic Rec (where i'm into too many fandoms rn and ships which is weird of me)

[Bleach] (been a while amiright?)

Oxytocin by Asuka Kureru (Askerian)

Ship: Grimmjow/Ichigo/Orihime

Complete trust and physical affection are great!

They're a bit less great when they were caused by weird hollow drugs.

They're even less great when the guy who was drugged up into loving the hell out of you is the same guy who tried to murder you a couple times a couple years ago.

(listen i just stumbled upon this and I have no regrets. i don't usually go for ships, let alone poly, but like, GOD, i love how everyone is characterized here, especially orihime and i just want to SCREAM OK? OK. the vibe i get from this fic reminds me of @murderlight (big fan) and if that doesn't say anything, i don't know what will.)

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[Gintama] (i don't know how i spiralled into this fandom either, been literal years since i've even thought about this fandom, i have no regrets)

Grab Your Dreams With Your Fists While You Can Still Remember It by yatagarasu (leelhiette)

Ship: Hijikata Toshirou/Sakata Gintoki

Toshirou should learn to look both ways before crossing the road.

(Or he learns more about the people around him and about himself.)

(amnesia fic, and i know it's a common trope but they did it BEAUTIFULLY here. love this so much. and it's post-canon.)

I feel you by arashian155 for machinecuisine

Ship: Hijikata Toshirou/Sakata Gintoki

“I’m so done with this,” Gintoki muttered angrily. Zura sighed while Tatsuma laughed loudly. “Your soulmate’s getting roughed up again?” Gintoki groaned. “Worst timing ever! There was this one Amanto swinging his gigantic sword at me and I was just about to dodge it when, out of fucking nowhere, I feel something stabbing my shoulder! It threw me off and if it weren’t for that, I would have been perfectly healthy right now instead of getting nursed for this stupid wound!” he pointed at the ugly slash across his torso. “Fuck soulmates!”

A story about Sakata Gintoki's journey into embracing his soulbond, falling in love, and learning the cons of selflessness.

(THE SLOW BUILD-UP OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND THE PLOT FOLLOWS CANON AND I CAN'T STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS STUPID FIC I'M SO STUPID FOR THIS STUPID SHIP FEIWNFOPA)

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[One Piece] (of course)

Undone by pkmntrainer_alex

After the entire family almost dies at WCI, Judge Vinsmoke orders the removal of his sons' emotional modifications in a bid to save his own skin in future endeavors. He doesn't stop to consider the ramifications of his 21-year-old sons finally, suddenly, being able to feel their human emotions in full - and their newfound ability to judge both themselves and him by their past actions.

(the vinsmoke family dynamics and the brothers trying to deal with 21 years of pent up emotions? they're trying?? so freaking hard to be functional people and they realize just how freaking amazing sanji is and that HE wasn't the failure in this family??? god, i've reread this fic so many times like an addict please read and suffer the feels with me. this is the one fic where i'm trying to patiently wait for an update. i'm just happy that this exists.)

Song of the Swords by authenticaussie

Wado is tiny when she first appears before him; her tears are as silver as her hair and the moonlight, and they gleam from within with golden fire as they pour down her cheeks.

Zoro’s heart fairly stops in his chest for a very, very long moment.

(personified swords au! introspective and fascinating and a character study of zoro and his relationship with his swords! really liked this!)

where the rims have ridges by Civillain

Everything everyone does is in their own self-interest.

"I like your hat," she calls out quietly.

And the change is instantaneous. He stops where he stands, a hand on his head and his knees still bent to take another step, and turns to look over his shoulder.

There's a moment of silence where he says nothing, just peering at her with squinted eyes, before: "Thanks!" he beams.

His smile is wide and unchecked, so wide that it might make his cheeks ache. He doesn't have laugh lines, but the way he smiles makes her imagine that he's spent his whole life grinning like that, warmly and brightly, so sincere and upfront that the breath gets punched right out her lungs.

Sometimes, there are people close to exceptions. But not quite.

20 years apart, and two people that don't make any sense.

(god, such a good outside pov look on luffy! luffy is such an unreadable character lots of times and it's so hard to pin down his characterization but this fic got it so right! made me fall for luffy all over again and realize just how incredible he is, as both a not-hero figure and main character! definitely recommend!)

those things beyond us by Civillain

There's something different about Luffy on nights like this, nights where there's soft rain and half-moons, and when the streets are quiet; no cars or trucks, only midnight joggers or early risers taking walks to the beach.

(Where Luffy and his friends have a relationship Sabo doesn't think he'll ever be able to understand.)

(honestly, i just love all of this author's one piece works. its a modern au where the straw hats are reincarnated and find each other all in sabo's pov. it's beautiful and this is how i would picture how the straw hats would fit in a modern au. nakamaship is the best ship, no questions needed. so so good!)

Magic Paint by 8ball

Luffy sticks his hands out.

“Paint mine!”

Usopp watches the expressions on Sanji’s face. He likes watching the obvious emotions go through him like a slideshow, and it's somehow comforting that he can see the exact moment Sanji decides that going along with Luffy will be the easiest choice. So Usopp waits for Sanji to test his own nails, deem them dry enough, unscrew the tiny brush top again, and then he asks if Sanji will do his, too. And because Sanji already has the brush ready, and they’re both right there anyways, Usopp knows he’s going to get what he wants.

or the au that came from nowhere where Sanji paints his nails and everyone elses and thats really it

(*screams* the pureness, the fluff, the nakamaship!! fneiwoapfe!! the best, sweetest headcanon ever! had the biggest grin on my face the whole time i was reading this! please please read!!!)

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[Percy Jackson & the Olympians]

Stealing Shells by the Seashore by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Ship: Sally Jackson/Posiedon

Sally's eyes flicked between Poseidon and then the sea below. He could feel the understanding click.

"Oh, absolutely not-"

"It isn't that high!"

"Poseidon, I am not jumping off of this cliff! I'm not doing it. I won't, you can't make me, it's very high, I am not going to-"

"If my brother sees you here, he's going to assume that you're carrying my child."

"Ridiculous. I have much higher standards."

"I also have higher standards, but he isn't going to listen to us," Poseidon reasoned. The wind blew a bit harder, and Poseidon felt the sea rise with his anxiety. "I would use my powers to hide you, but he'll sense I've used them. You'll be fine," he tried, and Sally gave something of a skeptical laugh.

"Not happening."

The lightning grew closer. For the love of-

"In that case… I'm sorry," he said. Sally tilted her head suspiciously.

"Why are you-" she began but was cut off by Poseidon shoving her off the cliff's edge. He could hear a scream. It started loud and high before getting smaller and smaller. Finally, a splash followed.

Or

Sally and Poseidon spent one summer together… and most of it was them being on the run for a godly crime they didn't commit.

(THIS is the ONLY backstory i will ever accept regarding this ship for the REST OF MY LIFE. i binged this so freaking fast and i am in love with sally as much as posiedon is. percy jackson got his Everything from his mom you can't change my fucking mind. THIS FIC NEEDS MORE ATTENTION AND KUDOS! READ!!!)

Son of Sea Foam by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

“She’ll never claim me,” he whispered. Silena shook her head, eyes wild as she looked around for anyone who could be watching.

“My mother doesn’t remember half of her children as it is,” she said with a note of bitterness. “If you do something to impress her, it won’t matter. Return the bolt in her name. She’ll claim you if you act the part. If you stay unclaimed then they'll figure out what you really are," she said, squeezing his hands tightly. Percy's heart sped up.

"I - I don't know the first thing about Aphrodite-"

"My mother was born of sea foam," Silena cut him off. "And if you're really who I think you are... you are the sea. You can pull this off," she said and touched his cheek. "Get the bolt. Survive," she said. Percy swallowed.

"What if I can't act the part?" He asked. Silena's expression went blank for a moment. Slowly, she slipped off her bracelet and placed it in his hands.

"If you're going to be one of us... you better learn."

Or

AU where Percy has to hide the fact he's a Big Three kid otherwise he'll be killed on the spot. Unfortunately for him, unclaimed kids tend to raise the most suspicion... but he might have found a loophole in the form Aphrodite.

(one of my current obsessions rn. my eyes are constantly glued on the screen because i want to devour more of this galaxy brained fic. this author just keeps on giving and i love them for it. also, SILENA IS AMAZING AND SHE'S GETTING THE ATTENTION SHE DESERVES HELL YEAH!)

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[Haikyuu!!]

He Waits For a Miracle by ich_bin_ein_stern

Ship: Hinata/Kageyama

A minute ago, he was on the ground after he and the others were tackled by their happily weeping senpai.

They had just beat Shiratorizawa.

And now - "Kageyama-kun? Are you paying attention?" - he's trying not to freak out because he's surrounded by distantly familiar faces while wearing a school uniform he hasn't worn in almost a year.

(TIME TRAVEL TIME TRAVEL TIME TRAVEL *screams*)

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[The Witcher] (seriously, all my rare fandoms somehow popped up this month)

the way fire holds by theundiagnosable

Ship: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

“There’s a song there, somewhere, don’t you think?” Jaskier says. “‘A witcher, a sorcerer, and a human walk into a bar’…”

(ROLE REVERSAL FIC HECK YES!! Witcher!Yennefer, Mage!Jaskier, Human!Geralt is amazing omg. It all works out so damn well and the relationship between yennefer and jaskier makes me want to cry so much. Geralt is at peak himbo greatness and it's fantastic haha! Their dynamics are just *chefs kiss* so damn good.)

The Shape of You by lirulin

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

Some people say it's old elven magic, a remnant from before the conjunction of the spheres. Other's will say it's the last fading vestiges of chaos as the modern era slowly drives all magic and wonder out of the world. Those people are, naturally, real killjoys whom Jaskier cannot envision loving anything, but that's fine. To each their own.

Soulmate Spiritual Animal AU

(you have no idea how much i laughed when reading this fic. no idea. jaskier makes me want to scream with how much of a himbo he is and geralt, for once, is not the complete idiot between these two though it's a close call, not gonna lie.)

to grow in adversity by Soulykins

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier, Renfri & Jaskier

“For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree. Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.

Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”

“These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds.” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Somedays it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.

“They look like flowers.” He said, crinkling his nose.

“They’re dandelions,” Renfri informed her brother with a tiny smile, “They grow everywhere, even places they perhaps shouldn’t. That’s why they’re a weed.”

“Perhaps they’re a little like you,” She teased, “Growing in even the scariest of places with no fear.” Like a monster’s heart, she doesn’t say.

“Like a superpower!” Julian gasped.

Renfri separated one dandelion from the little clutch and reached out to tuck it behind a little ear. “For the stubborn hero, Jaskier.”

(this is THE fic that got me into the witcher fandom and i can't believe i never reced this before. renfri & jaskier's siblingship is so damn good and just, the amount of effort put into their backstory and relationship makes me want to cry sometimes. and yennefer, ohoho, yennefer is at her Best here, i love her in this fic and her relationship with these siblings! geralt both makes me want to punch him and hug him, which is the norm and totally understandable hahaha! seriously, one of the best witcher fics i've ever read, please please read!)

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[Boku no Hero Academia]

Where your love has always been enough (for me) by classicequinox

Ship: Todorki Enji/Todorki Rei

It's a dark coil of anger deep in the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he was the root, the catalyst, the trigger for their family's downward spiral. It did happen - he reminds himself harshly. He can't forget that, even if time has actually reset itself.

Todoroki Enji gets a second chance. It's up to him to see what he can do with it.

(genuinely the most believable enji i've seen regarding how he deals with his past actions and trying to be better and rei being a complicated, good person who i can see matches well with enji. really well done characterization and slow building relationship that is believable to me. enji trying to change things in a meaningful, careful manner makes me want to root for him!)

Katsuki Bakugou Makes A Friend (And Also Almost Dies, But Whatever) by Sif (Rosae)

Katsuki Bakugou is eight years old, he has no idea how he got here, where he is, or who this other kid is with him, but that's not gonna stop him from being brave and tough, just like the hero he's gonna be when he's older!

The universe has other ideas, but Katsuki Bakugou is a child made of spite, hubris, determination, and way too much nitroglycerin, so the universe can take it's ideas and shove 'em. After all, nobody out-stubborns Katsuki. Nobody.

(KID BAKUGOU & KID SHIGARAKI FRIENDSHIP! BAKUGOU STOLE MY HEART! SO SMART, SUCH A HERO! I LAUGHED AND CRIED THROUGHOUT THIS FIC, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS! LITTLE SHIGARAKI MAKES A FRIEND AND IT'S TOO CUTE!!! so freaking adorable, oh lord. fneiwofpweafe)

Play The Field by lalazee for Banna_Banana

Ship: Bakugou/Midoriya

Baseball and feelings, feelings and baseball. Turns out, Bakugou and Deku are both good and bad at the same things. They try to work on it.

(look, i don't even know man. i stumbled upon this baseball au fic and the characterization is so top notch!! the backstories and feelings you get from this matches bakugou and deku's canon relationship perfectly and i flew past this so fast, god. please give this a chance, it's fantastic!)

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[Marvel]

Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst for Bean_reads_fanfic

Flash, let it be known, doesn’t like Peter. He’s too good at everything—infuriatingly so—and nobody ever calls him on his bullshit, like with AcaDec nationals. Flash has to put his all into everything he does for a fraction of the attention Peter gets for his bare minimum, and it pisses him off, to say the least, so sue him for looking for chances here and there to knock him down a peg.

However, when he notices, he shuts his entire operation down.

Maybe Peter has a decade on his age when he was in the thick of it, but Flash remembers what it was like. He gets having school be a safe place, and nobody, not even himself, is going to jeopardize that for Peter.

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Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all.

(flash is fleshed out! flash is getting some Good Rep! flash doing his best and being grumpy but ultimately trying to help peter in what ways he could! flash being a complex character and making me love him all over again! flash! getting some actual freaking attention fewnifoapew! THANK YOU! seriously, if you're looking for an actual good flash fic that doesn't feel disingenuous, read this!)

people were mean to you, but I always thought you were cool by suzukiblu for beckyh2112

Fandoms: Avengers & X-men

“What are your feelings on the mutant threat?!” one of the reporters shouts, and Steve just looks at him.

“I think anyone threatening mutants should be stopped,” he says calmly, and the swarm of reporters explodes, a dozen camera flashes going off at once.

(not exaggerating when i say i've reread this fic so many times that it's honestly concerning. steve & cyclop's friendship here makes me so soft?? they're both leaders of their teams and steve not being what everyone expects of him is always a soft spot for me. will forever be addicted to this fic, please enjoy!)

#notmycap by missgoalie75

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

In which Bucky fully embraces the 21st century and is a salty bitch on Twitter.

(nonono, you don't understand. you don't understand how much i howled and screamed in public while reading this, oh my GOD. honestly the funniest shit i've read in a VERY long time, bucky is Perfect here. fucking drag that guy you beautiful cranky soul. X'D)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Bleach #Gintama #One Piece #Percy Jackson & the Olympians #Haikyuu!! #The Witcher #Boku no Hero Academia #Marvel #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #X-men

[neerasrealm]

just imagine this: slender and jack are going out and bc all the responsible pastas are out they hire a babysitter (y/n) to look after slendra. she’s rlly shy at first but eventually she and y/n become best friends (and they steal slender’s gramophone to play some music while they make cookies and maybe wreck the kitchen in the process depending on y/n and slendra’s combined skills)

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS REQUEST AND I HAD A BLAST WRITING IT sorry it took so long school murdered me plus I was jumping from draft to draft and just. A lot happened ok. I didn’t get all the prompts in because I couldn’t work em in but I feel like I did good. I loved writing y/n just subtly noticing that this house Is Not Human and it- it was a fun dynamic to do gshdjdshj Also new hc this is the origin story for y/n in the poly slenjack fics

You're starting to have regrets about taking this babysitting job. Maybe it was that you'd seen too many slasher movies, or maybe you were just paranoid. Or maybe it was the fact that you were dragging your bike through the woods in order to get to the address you'd been given. The sane part of your brain is saying that this is dangerous and you should turn back, but the broke millennial part of your brain is saying that the $500 paycheck is too good to pass up. I mean- $500? For babysitting for one night? That's insane! It’s gotta be a joke right? Maybe it is. Maybe you are going to be murdered horribly tonight in the middle of the woods. 

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sight of- a house. Presumably the house you’re supposed to be babysitting in. It’s gigantic- more of a mansion than a house. The outside looks refined and welcoming. There’s even flowers planted around the place. Cute pink pansies and blossoming bushes of roses. You look around hesitantly, then wheel your bike along up to the front door. You very carefully lean it against the wall and look around some more. How come you never heard about this place? I mean- a giant house in the woods? Why has that never come up? You’d think someone would talk about it, right?

As you’re looking around this odd place you realise something. It’s sprawling with cats. At first you only noticed a couple, and assumed they were pets, but now your counting has hit the double digits. Why do cats hang around here? Are they all pets? Is the owner of this mysterious house a cat person? Or do they just- kidnap cats? What if you’re babysitting a cat…

Okay no that’s dumb. You turn around again and knock on the front door. It’s silent for a moment, and out of awkwardness you look down at your feet. You’re standing on a fancy doormat that reads ‘welcome’ in elegant cursive. The door opens and your head shoots up to attention. 

Standing in the doorway is a tall man. Far taller than you. His skin is deathly pale, almost white, and his hair is neat and blonde. He’s wearing a suit, and as he looks down at you you realise his eyes are the brightest blue you’ve ever seen. 

‘’M-mister Schlankwald?’’ you ask, stepping back and away from this strange man. He nods and smiles.

‘’That’s me.’’ he holds out a hand to you. ‘’You must be y/n, yes? The babysitter?’’ he smiles gently, and you realise he actually- looks kind of nervous. That’s a tad reassuring. You take his hand and shake it. You nod.

‘’Yeah, that’s me.’’ you say. He steps aside and you cross the threshold. As you take your coat off you look around. Past the small entryway is a large living room. There're three whole couches, and a few more armchairs scattered around. There’s a large TV surrounded by cabinets full of DVDs and videogames- it looks like a very luxurious place. And also there’s more cats just- hanging around in various places, but you’re not really paying attention to them. Your attention is grabbed by the person standing in the living room. He’s- insanely tall, with long black hair, striped socks and sleeves, feathers on his shoulders for some reason and- bandages. Just wrapped around his torso. He’s also wearing a grey crop top, and what you assume to be white face paint. His nose is striped too, and cone shaped. Everything he’s wearing is either black or white. You stare at him in surprise and just- disbelief. He raises a hand in greeting.

‘’Ey.’’ his voice is deep and rough. ‘’Ye’re th’ si’er?’’

You blink for a moment, not sure what he- even just said. ‘’Y-yes?’’ you say, hoping that’s the right answer. Apparently it was, because he smiles at you.

‘’Ah!’’ he steps towards you and leans down, holding out his hand. ‘’Me name’s Jack. pleased ta mee’ ya!’’

You shake his hand and nod. ‘’I’m y/n.’’ you murmur. Jack stands back up and you look over your shoulder at Mr Schlankwald. He gestures to the other male.

‘’This is Jack, my husband,’’ he explains. ‘’Do excuse the makeup. He’s a performer, you see.’’ 

‘’Ah.’’ you relax a bit. A performer...that makes sense. I guess. You look around a bit. ‘’So uh- where’s the kid?’’ In all this strangeness you almost forgot why you hiked into the deep dark woods. 

‘’Righ’ ‘ere.’’ You turn to look at Jack again and watch him step aside to reveal a small girl who’d apparently been hiding behind him before. Her eyes widen as she comes into view and she stares at you. Her skin is a dark, almost reddish-brown colour. Her face is peppered with freckles and her hair hangs around her shoulders. It’s bright blonde, like Mr Schlankwald’s, but a bit more yellow. She quickly skitters back to Jack’s leg and hides behind him again. You frown. Jack looks at you. ‘’She’s a bi’ shy.’’ he murmurs. He crouches down to the girl. ‘’Ey, luv, i’s okay. Th’ si’er isn’ gonna ‘urt ya.’’

‘’Wh-wha’ if I scare ‘em or say somefink?’’ she mumbles. She has the slightest hint of her father’s accent, but more- refined almost. And a lot easier to understand.  

‘’Ye’re no’ gonna, ye’re a smart girlie, ain’t ya?’’

Mr Schlankwald taps your shoulder and you look over at him. ‘’We- haven’t gotten a sitter before, so she’s a little nervous about the whole thing.’’

You nod. ‘’That’s alright, I’ve had shy kids before.’’ you smile at him. He seemingly brightens up. 

‘’Righ’,’’ Jack’s voice interrupts you two. You look at him as he stands up. The girl shyly steps out from behind him and Jack lightly pats her head, ruffling her hair. ‘’We’d be’er ge’ goin’, luv.’’

‘’Of course.’’ Mr Schlankwald says. He shakes your hand once more and then looks at the girl. He holds out his arms and she quickly runs over, hugging him tight. ‘’Be good now, won’t you my dear?’’

‘’I will.’’ she mumbles. Her parents step away, with Jack heading for the door. Mr Schlankwald looks at you again.

‘’Her bedtime is at nine thirty, snacks are in the kitchen,’’ he nods towards a door behind you. ‘’Feel free to help yourself.’’

‘’Got it!’’ you chirp back as they leave. Once the door has closed it’s just you and the girl. She turns slowly and looks at you. You smile at her and lean down to her. ‘’Hiya.’’ you greet. ‘’I’m y/n. What’s your name?’’

She gulps and steps towards you. The tiny child looks you dead in the eyes and holds out her hand to you. ‘’I’m Slendra. Slendra Jackson.’’ she says with all the authority of a business CEO. you almost, ALMOST, crack up laughing but force yourself to take her seriously. You shake her hand.

‘’Well nice to meet you.’’ she retracts her hand. ‘’How old are you, Slendra?’’

‘’Fo-’’ she stops. ‘’Eigh'. I’m eigh'.’’ she folds her hands behind her back, just like her father did. You smile at her. She takes after her father, you suppose. It’s cute. 

‘’So what do you like? Got any hobbies?’’

‘’Uhh…’’ she toys with the sleeve of her striped shirt. ‘’I like...music...and bakin'...I like readin' too and uh-’’ she shrugs. ‘’That’s abou' it, I guess.’’

You nod. ‘’I see.’’ you smile at her. ‘’So what do you wanna do? We got…’’ you glance down at your watch. ‘’Three and a half hours to kill.’’ She shifts on her feet and shrugs again. You tilt your head at her. ‘’We could watch TV...maybe draw something? Are you hungry?’’

She seems to perk up a little bit. ‘’I have drawin’ stuff in my room,’’ she says. ‘’We could do tha'.’’ there’s a glint of excitement in her eyes. ‘’I-if you want to.’’

‘’Of course I do,’’ you stand up and smile at her. ‘’Lead the way.’’

Slendra smiles a little in excitement and turns, heading quickly up the stairs. You follow after her, looking around curiously. This place is massive. Upstairs is a hallway with doors running all along the right. Each one is decorated differently. One is striped, with ‘laughing jack’ written on it, another is pink with a castle-shaped sign on it that reads ‘Sally’ and under it ‘& Dina’ is written in what looks like sharpie. The one right across from the stairs that Slendra climbs up has a metal sign on it, decorated with a skull and crossbones, that reads ‘Kate’s room, keep out!’

You follow Slendra up the staircase and arrive on the third floor. Slendra leads you to her room. Her door is also decorated, with flowers and butterflies and bowties. Her walls are purple, and the room kind of reminds you of...and office. She has a large desk covered in boxes and papers. Shelves are piled high with toys and trinkets, and she has a massive bookcase stuffed to the brim with- well, books. Fairy lights hang over her bed, which is large and round and covered in pillows and plushies. Glow in the dark stickers decorate her ceiling and walls.

Slendra grabs a large plastic tub from under her desk and drops some paper sheets onto it. She picks up the tub and smiles at you. You frown. ‘’Isn’t that heavy?’’

‘’Huh?’’ she looks at the box. ‘’I guess- I’m kind’ve strong though.’’

You smile a bit. ‘’I bet you are.’’ you step towards the door and open it. ‘’C’mon. If you need help with that I’ll take it.’’

Slendra shakes her head and walks past you. ‘’I got it.’’ she says, holding her head up proudly to show off how big and independent she is. You smirk a bit and follow after her. You walk past the hallway of odd doors and through the living room into the kitchen. Slendra places her box on the dining table and smiles over her shoulder at you. You glance around the kitchen. it’s- well, a normal kitchen. The fridge is covered in children’s drawings and magnets, but oddly no photos. Thinking about it now, you haven’t seen a single photo up on the walls. Odd.

‘’So you like drawing, huh?’’ you say to Slendra. She pulls out a chair, which has a big ginger cat sleeping on it. She pets it and nods.

‘’My brother Helen is an ar'ist. He lets me join 'im sometimes, and he teaches me a lo'.’’ she smiles over at you.

‘’Your brother’s name is Helen?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ she tilts her head. ‘’It’s a unisex name innit?’’

You- don’t really have the heart to say no, so you just nod. ‘’How many siblings do you have?’’ you ask, watching the ginger cat roll over. Slendra scratches its stomach. 

‘’Ten.’’ she replies without batting an eye. You freeze for a second. You blink. Huh- so- Mr Schlankwald, the strange gay man who lives in a mansion in the woods, apparently has eleven children. You slowly tilt your head.

‘’How many people live here…?’’

‘’Fourteen, though my uncle Ivan sometimes comes to visi', so maybe fifte- oh!’’ she’s interrupted by the ginger cat suddenly jumping down off the chair and wandering off somewhere. She climbs up onto the now empty chair and looks over the table at you. "Dad left snacks for us," she points over at the counter by the fridge. "Do you wanna grab some?" 

"Oh uh- sure." You walk over to the counter Slendra pointed to. There's some plates and a bowl covered in tin foil, probably to keep the cats from eating whatever's been left for you. You grab one of the plates and peel away the tin foil. You're greeted by a plate that's sectioned into thirds. Each third contains...snacks? Of some sort. One section is miscellaneous coloured potato chips, one is full of little black squares that look like...seaweed? Maybe? And the third section looks like- thin slices of various vegetables. Dried out to a crisp. You slowly glance over at Slendra.

"What're uh- what're these?"

"Oh! Dad's healthy snacks. They're real good." She smiles. "Try one!"

You hesitate, then reach to grab one of the potato chips. They're all different colours. Orange, red, yellow- even a couple purple ones. You grab a yellow one and very carefully bite into it. Your eyes widen as you chew. It's...good. really good. A nice balance of cheese, onion- are those chives? Yeah! Chives. Fancy. You pick up a second, orange one and toss it into your mouth. It's a bit sweeter, but still just as good. 

Pulling aside the foil on the bowl you're greeted by popcorn, nuts, and various shaped potato chips that also appear to be homemade. You grab one and toss it into your mouth, and get hit with soy sauce and spices. Surprising, but still really good. It reminds you of asian takeout. You take the foil off the last plate and- "Oh! Cookies!"

"Yep! Dad made 'em especially for you." Slendra says as she opens the box she brought down and pulls out a few things. "He always tries to make sure we have food for guests. Every time we ge’ a visitor he tries to feed 'em."

"Huh…" you grab the plates very carefully and carry them over to the table, setting them down between you and Slendra, who's already begun her drawing. "What is your dad like anyway? How'd he afford a giant place like this?" You ask as you wander back over to grab the bowl you left.

"Oh uh- well-" she suddenly seems nervous. "He said tha’…" she pauses for a moment, like she's thinking. "He invested in stocks b'fore the economy wen’ bad." She finishes, speaking like she's reciting a line. You smile a bit.

"I see." You put down the bowl of various snacks and grab another potato chip. Slendra reaches over and grabs one of the black squares of seaweed, biting into it and crunching on it happily. "Weird that I never heard about this place, huh? Giant mansion in the woods…’’ Slendra stares at you, eyes wide. ‘’...That’s full of cats for some reason…’’

She nods and smiles sheepishly. ‘’Heheh, yeah…’’ she puts down her pencil and grabs a thin, dried out tomato slice, crunching on it quietly. ‘’Dad feeds 'em. He loves cats.’’

‘’Huh.’’ you grab a cookie from the plate and bite into it. It’s soft and crumbles in your mouth. Like shortbread, but with deliciously sweet chocolate chips. Without thinking you reach for a second one before you’ve even finished your first. ‘’So what’re you drawing?’’ you tilt your head at her. 

‘’Fairies.’’ 

‘’Oh yeah?’’ you lean over to get a look. You were expecting to see friendly, childish drawings of little people with wings, but instead...you’re greeted by creatures with odd proportions, eyes in odd places, sharp teeth and mean expressions. ‘’...oh.’’ you regain your composure quickly. Kids sometimes draw scary things, it’s normal- probably. ‘’You’re really good at drawing.’’

‘’Ehh…’’ she shrugs. ‘’I guess. I’m still learnin'. Helen says I’m gettin’ better though!’’ 

You smile a bit. ‘’Keep practicing. By the time you’re ten I bet you’ll be amazing.’’

Slendra laughs a bit. ‘’I only really draw when Helen asks me if I want to.’’ she murmurs. ‘’I mostly like to sing.’’ 

‘’Oh yeah?’’

"Uh-huh. Dad taugh’ me to play piano, and pops taugh’ me the accordion." She grabs a handful of popcorn, chips and nuts from the bowl and calmly grabs a single nut, putting it in her mouth and crunching on it softly. "I'm learnin' ukulele right now."

"Wow," you tilt your head at her. "Guess your parents can afford a lot of tutors for you, huh?"

"Nah, we're all homeschooled."

"Oh." You blink in surprise. "Does your dad do all of that?"

"Uh-huh. He's real smart." Slendra puts down her pencil and neatly puts her page aside. She delicately grabs a couple more snacks. She has awfully good table manners. A thing that comes from her father, you guess. ‘’He makes learnin’ fun too. My brothers say school is real borin’.’’

‘’Huh…’’ 

You spend a couple hours sitting there with her, watching her draw odd creatures and talk about her even more odd family. The cookies have been eaten, and most of the other snacks are gone completely. Including the seaweed squares, which weren't actually all that bad when you tried them. And now you're lounging back in your chair, petting a chubby chausie cat that's apparently named Brian. 

"So...he covered up...the hole in the wall...by making more holes."

"Yep."

"...No offense but this Jeff guy sounds pretty dumb." You say. Slendra laughs a bit as she puts away her coloured pencils, dropping them back into the large box of supplies she brought down. 

"Jeffery is a good boy, he means well." She murmurs. She grabs the last of the dried out tomato slices and crunches it down. "Wha’ now?"

You shrug. "I dunno. Whatever you want." you smile at her. She frowns in thought, then suddenly perks up. 

"Oh! I could practice my music," she looks suddenly excited. "Dad has a lo’ of records in ‘is office. Could we listen to those? And I can play along with my ukulele."

You shrug and smile at her. ‘’Sure, I don’t see why not,’’ you tilt your head. ‘’Where’s his office?’’

‘’Downstairs.’’ Slendra hops off her chair and grabs the box. ‘’I’ll grab my things! You go wait.’’ she adds before quickly leaving the room. You laugh a bit and grab the last couple potato chips, then the half-empty bowl, just in case. After nudging Brian off your lap you walk down to the basement and look around. There’s a few rooms, but the thing that catches your attention the most though is the lounge area that’s full of comfy looking chairs and cabinets stuffed with videogames. And also the cats, there’s even more down here, but you’re kind of used to them by now.

You glance around at the doors down here. There’s three doors on the left, and none of them are really decorated. There’s a couple other doors, and one of them has a large padlock on it for some reason. The one next to it, surprisingly, is decorated. Fish and deep sea creatures are painted onto it. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by footsteps on the stairs. You look towards them and see Slendra running down them with a ukulele in hand. She grins at you as she walks up to you. You notice she has a small concertina accordion hanging off her waist from a shoulder strap. ‘’Dad has the door locked,’’ she says as she walks past you towards the last door on the left. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out...a cat claw…? You frown. ‘’I can ge’ it open though.’’ 

You watch her attempt to pick the lock with the claw. ‘’uh...I don’t think that’s gonna-’’

‘’Click!’’ the door opens as if to spite you. Slendra grins over at you. 

‘’Told you!’’ she chirps. She walks into the office and you follow her in, bemused. Inside the office is...odd. Grey walls and carpet, lots of bookshelves, a cat tree in the corner, and comfy looking wicker chairs in front of the desk. On the walls are photos of Slendra and other kids who you assume to be her siblings. There’s an...odd painting hanging on the wall across from the door. It contains two faceless white beings, a similar being with black eyes and no mouth and a strange creature with similar black eyes and a wide smile. You frown at it. Abstract art, you suppose. The creatures remind you of Slendra’s drawings. 

‘’Here we go!’’ Slendra catches your attention again. She’s knelt on the ground, looking through a drawer stuffed with records. You glance over at a table in the corner of the room. To your surprise, it isn’t a record player, it’s a gramophone. An old looking one at that. Must be an antique. It honestly wouldn’t surprise you if Mr Schlankwald was a collector or something like that. Slendra gets up and very carefully places a record on the player and drops the needle. It’s silent for a couple moments and then a delicate piano starts playing. Slendra strums her ukulele and begins to sing.

‘’I know...you belo-o-ong to so-omebody ne-ew…’’ her voice is almost...mesmerising. You relax despite yourself as she sings along. ‘’But tonight, you belo-ong to me.’’ Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you can hear multiple voices coming from her. Or maybe it’s just the vocals from the record. You’re not really paying attention. Instead you sit down in one of the wicker chairs and watch her. ‘’Although…’’ she smiles a bit. ‘’You’re a apa-a-art, of my he-e-a-art,’’ her eyes catch yours. They seem to glint a moment and something- odd, passes over you. You suddenly feel extremely relaxed, all tenseness leaving your body. You lean back in your chair. ‘’And tonight, you belo-ong, to me.’’ 

-------

You don’t remember much else from the evening after that. Just that Slendra continued singing along to the greatest hits from the fifties and sixties. Things start to become a bit less fuzzy around nine thirty. Her bedtime. You read her a bedtime story, told her goodnight with a wide smile, and took a seat on the couch downstairs. Which is where you are now, watching a movie in the dim lighting. You feel...good. Really happy for some unknown reason. Not that you’re complaining.

The front door opens and you glance over as Mr Schlankwald steps inside. He closes the umbrella he's holding while Jack shakes himself off, kind of like a dog. Mr Schlankwald looks over at you and smiles. 

"Ah, hello." He steps towards you, with Jack following after. He strides past the blonde and collapses himself in one of the armchairs. Somehow his makeup is still flawless despite the rain outside. "How were things?" He asks, tilting his head. He seems nervous, slightly. Jack opens one eye and looks over at you.

"Good," you sit up. "No trouble at all. She behaved excellently, we just sorta...chilled." you smile a bit. "She's the most well behaved kid I've ever looked after honestly. She didn't even complain when it came to her bedtime."

"Oh!" Mr Schlankwald smiles a bit. "I'm glad to hear that- we were worried, eheh." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He frowns. "Hm...Jack have you got three hu-"

"Righ' 'ere luv." Jack reaches into his striped sleeve and pulls out a small wad of notes. Mr Schlankwald smiles and takes them, folding them up neatly before holding them out to you. 

"Five hundred, as agreed." He says as you quickly count the money. You knew you'd be getting that amount but still, actually holding the money now you can hardly believe it. You stand up quickly.

"Thank you." You barely manage to get the words out. "I had a great time babysitting her- I uh- I've babysat some real demons before so uh- heheh-" you're just rambling now because of the sheer elation of actually being given five hundred fucking dollars. Mr Schlankwald smiles, as polite as ever.

"Well, if we ever need another sitter we'll call you." He says, walking over to the door. He grabs your coat from the coat rack and holds it out. Quickly, you walk over to him and take it. He opens the door while you put it on. "Do get home safe," he murmurs. "Does your bike have a light? Do you need an umbrella?" He frowns at you, apparently worried. 

"No, no. I'll be fine." You give him an anxious smile while you pull your hood up and step outside. You grab your bike, flicking on the light on the front of it. Mr Schlankwald smiles at you, pleased to see that you won't be in the dark going home. You walk off towards the forest path you followed earlier and wave over at him. 

"Get home safe!" He calls as he waves back.

"I will!" You turn away from him and smile wide.

That's the best babysitting gig you've ever had. 

You really, really hope they call you back for another night...

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Fast cars & Freedom: ShadowBoxer (4/?)

Summary: Ellie gets blast from the past. Logan amd Ellie have thsor dinner, but will it go well?

Pairing: Logan-x-Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Song inspiration:

Ellie paid the driver and got out, her eyes taking in the familiar sights.  It had been a long time but she would always remember this street. She turned around slowly noticing her destination, a sign that read TC Automotive where Kaneko Auto Body used to be. New owners  she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

********

Ellie sat in the in the booth of the diner somewhere in Eastern California, the events of the past few weeks playing over and over in her head. She had ditched her prom dress grabbing a change of  clothes at Riyas. Colt stopping and buying something quickly. “Were gonna get through this Ellie, don't worry.” He placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead, she rest her head on his shoulder. “How can you know that colt?  These people are unhinged, we could be dead tomorrow. I want to live Colt. I'm not ready to die” she sniffled.

Colt knew this was eating her up, he needed to find some kind of a distraction, anything to make her happy, to take away all the fear and pain. He needed her to be happy, it was as if he survived on it.  He looked around the small diner, a guy sitting at the counter, his shirt reading viva las Vegas. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” she lifted her head “What? With everything going on you're seriously asking me if i've been to Vegas?”

She walked into the shop, not seeing anybody around, nobody manning the desk, nobody anywhere. “Hello?” she yelled as she walked around. She looked at the desk some papers strewn about, some car parts. The place reminded her of Kaneko's garage,  the new owners obviously rebuilt it a bit more modern but appreciated the older feel of a garage. Her eyes landed on a postcard from Vegas. Her mind taking her back to a night that she would remember the rest of her life.

“Ah yeah, I am. So have you?” he smirked, he loved seeing her get railed up, it was cute the way she scrunched her nose up. “NO!”

“ok, it's settled. Were going.” he jumped up reaching for her hand. She grabbed it as they climbed on his bike. “Where are we going colt?” She asked as she put on her helmet.  “Vegas.” he smirked as he shut his helmet kicking his bike to life.

******

“sorry miss. How can i help you.” she turned towards the voice. “Oh just picking up my car.”

A huge smile formed on her face. “Toby?”

“Oh my god. Ellie belly is that you? You're all grown up.” he ran lifting her up into a spinning hug. “oh my  god hold on x is gonna get a kick out of this.” he ran towards the hall “Hey X. X, come here. You're never gonna believe whos here.” ximena came out a huge smile plastered on her face. “oh my god sweetheart, how the hell are ya?” she pulled her into a crushing hug. “Eck. X. Crushing. Me.” she grunted as ximena let her down. “I'm not sorry, it's been too long honey.”

They stood there talking about Ellie moving back. Toby and ximena travelling together, coming back this way once they heard someone opened a shop in the same place, and ended up working there again. Toby went to look for her keys and couldnt find them. “Hold on, I bet the boss has them.” “Hey boss, can you bring the keys to that Honda?” she heard someone shuffling around in a room off the back before emerging. Toby and ximena said they would catch up with her later.

“ C- Colt!” Ellies heart dropped in her stomach as she came face to face with him. After 6 years the sight of him still lit a fire in her. “Here are your keys miss. You should be good to go. Also, you should probably get a new car seat those may not be safe after an accident.” He kept his face fixed on the paper in front of him. Ellie felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and acted like he didn't know her.  “Th. Thank you.” her voice trembled, immediately irritating her. Why should she be upset, he's the one who left without saying goodbye.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and storming off to the lot to get her dad's car. How dare him, after 6 years he still had the power to make her swoon to pissed in a matter of seconds. She marched out to the lot getting in her dad's car. She let out a long irritated scream,  all of her frustrations boiling over. She turned the key, the car roaring to life. Something in her snapped as she peeled wheels out of the lot. She caught a glance at colt propped against an open bay door.

She couldn't understand how someone she hadn't seen in 6 years could piss her off so bad. She took the long way home, hoping to calm down before getting there. She arrived home, Luca barreling towards the door. “mommmmmy.” All of Ellie's frustrations and fears instantly melting away upon seeing that sweet smiling face. “Hi baby. Oooh I missed my sweet girl. Did you have fun with grampy today?” she lifted her up, wrapping her in a hug.

“Yup. We went to the park. Grampy made a friend. Her name is sally.” ellie eyed her dad. “He did?”

“uh huh, they are going to have dinner on Saturday night.”

“Ooooh kay. That's enough of that little miss loose lips. How about you go watch some tv while grampy helps mommy with dinner.”

Luca jumped up and down with excitement before running into the living room.

“How was your day?” He asked Changing the topic. “Nope. Na ah. Were starting with you. You taking my daughter to pick up chicks?” she eyed her father.

“what? No. I would never, ellie.” she chuckled “Dad im just playing with you. I think it's great you have a date.” she hugged him. She knew he hadn't really dated much since her mom died, and the fact he felt comfortable going on a date now made her so happy.

“Speaking of dated. I have one tomorrow night.” her father looked at her confused.  “With who?”

“Logan.”

She spent the entire work day thinking about her dinner with Logan. Was it a date? Was it business? Whatever it was she felt the butterflies in her stomach, no matter what happened she knew one thing for certain she was telling him tonight.

She raced home getting ready in a hurry, Riya picked Luca up since her father had card night with some of his old police buddies. She wore a white and champagne colored v neck midi dress. She tacked her hair up in a braided updo, she looked in the mirror her nerves getting the best of her when she heard a knock at the door.

Logan stood on the other side, Ellie stood there a minute admiring the man before her. He had sure grown up, still with that toned body but he was bigger than before. He wore a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. “You look beautiful Ellie.” He finally broke the silence. “Ah. Beautiful you too look.” he cocked his brow amused by how flustered he made her. “I mean, you look nice too Logan.”

“These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of wild flowers as She let him inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful. Let me go get a vase.” she came back quickly and they headed out for dinner.

They sat at the table sharing stories of the past, and laughing.  She missed how easy it was with Logan. They were headed somewhere she had thought and then she found out he used her to get information about her father's investigation.  She had already had feelings for Colt, but she would be lying if she said that didn't play a factor in them becoming even stronger.

A silence settled over the table and Ellie took her chance to try and back out of becoming his accountant. “Logan. We need to talk about me being your accountant. I dont think its a good idea.”

“Ellie, we have been over this time and time again. I trust you, besides it's a done deal.” Logan casually sipped his beer.

“You might not feel that way after you hear what I have to tell you.” He arched his brow.

“ok El, what is going on?”

She shook her head “not here, can we go?” He grabbed the check, paid and the valet brought his car around.

They drove to a parking lot, Ellies nerves a wreck. “Ok, whats up Ellie. You know whatever it is,  you can just tell me.”

She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Logan I am a mom. I. I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at her confession. “So you have a kid. I don't see what's so bad about that Ellie.” he chuckled.

“That's not the bad part.” she started to fidget in her seat. “Her. Her name is Luca. shes. She's 5.”  Logan sat there Quiet. She could see him doing the calculations in his head. “Logan?” she spoke softly, she couldn't take all the silence.

“Five? You were in college then. Did you meet someone there?” She shook her head no. He swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry. “What.  What are you saying, is. Is she mine?”

The tears started to spill, silently. “Im, not sure if she's yours or Colts.” She hung her head ashamed. “I'm so. So sorry Logan. “ she said through sobs. After 6 years of being alone, raising her daughter alone she finally was one step closer to finding Lucas dad.

“Hey. Hey. Don't cry Ellie.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

“How can you be so calm? I just told you there is a possibility you have a child.”

“I know. I'm not going to lie Ellie, I am kind of freaking out. But what good is it going to do if I flip out?”  he took a deep breath “You did it on your own?”

Ellie told him about finding out in school and trying to get in touch with both him and colt, both numbers disconnected. She had her dad look for them, but turned nothing up. Eventually she just resolved herself to raising Luca alone. Logan apologised, he left town for a little while, he came back once the brotherhood was dismantled completely. It was then he enrolled in night school and took a job with a racing company.  They drove back to her house in silence. Logan leaned over giving her a hug. “It's gonna be ok El, we will figure it out. Can I.” He cut himself off, hesitant to finish.

“Can you what Logan?”

“Do you think I could meet her?” Ellie stared at him shocked “Ah. Well. I think that is ok. But, and don't take this the wrong way but.  I don't want to tell her you may be her dad. Not until we know for sure.” Logan nodded “I'll follow your lead. It's gonna be ok Ellie, no matter what,  i'm here for you.” he wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss in her cheek.

She got out of the car, waving as he drove off. She turned to head to her house when she caught sight of someone standing across the street. “Really Ellie, him? Of all people why him?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you but, it was a business dinner.” She snapped. “what do you want colt?”

“What do I want? It's been 6 years and you show up in town like nothings wrong.” He followed her up the walkway.  

“Oh, so you do know me? Because yesterday you couldn't even look at me.” She seethed, turning to face him.

“Oh I know you alright.” he snorted.  “ how could I ever forget you Mrs. Kneko?”

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[howtobebyholden]

Perfect date night

Today I had a date night. Cool, right?

Not for me.

Let’s recap.

I was waiting for the date whilst checking out other gals. Some were what one may call ,,curvy”, others were #goals, others didn’t have anything special to show off. Some seemed to be rather grumpy, always angry, some reminded me of the stereotypical dumb blondes, others seemed fake as hell. It was so depressing to try to predict what their lives would look like in the future. I suspect they’ll marry a dumbass that only cares about his PockemonGo and poses shirtless on IG. A macho, that calls his mommy when you hurt his fragile feelings. A guy that doesn’t read anything apart from his Tinder messages.

Then, Sally appeared. She looked pretty damn fine.She really did. She wore black dress and this cute denim jacket.I even thought about taking a selfie with her to post on my Snapchat story. That would be such shocker to my pals. Nobody ships us, so their jaws would drop.

"Holden!" she said. "It's awesome to see you!" She had one of these squeaky, embarrassing voices that you could hear from a mile. She got away with it because she was a solid 9, but it always annoyed the hell out of me.

„You too” I said. „What’s up?"

„Fine, thanks. Am I late?"

I told her no, but she obviously was. I didn't care, though.  I can’t be bothered by that.

"The show starts at two-forty.”

"What are we going to see?" she said.

"I dunno. Twilight. It's all I could get tickets for."

"Twilight! OMG!" Of course she was in seven heaven.

We fooled around a bit in the Uber on the way to the cinema. Just to show you how cheeky I am, I told her I loved her and all. It was a lie, of course, but the thing is, I meant it when I said it. I'm a freak.

"Oh, babe, I love you too," she said.

"Promise me you'll let your hair grow. Short hair is so outdated. My Pinterest told me so. And your hair's so fab."

Her Pinterest told her so … OK.

The movie wasn't as bad as some I've seen. Still, it was rather crappy It was something about a vampire and this ridiculous girl, who for some unknown reason fell in love with him. There was no real plot or action, just some overdramatic conversations and deep stares. The chick, Bella, I don’t get what she saw in that guy … I mean, he’s more than 1000 years older than her. Who would want to hook up with him? I get it, he’s hot and all, but gosh, would it be awkward for them to be together. The hot vampire was played by Robert Pattinson, who did kinda OK-ish, but all in all, I hate the dude. I don’t even know why, he just seems too good, so that’s terrible. I dunno. He really did look like a vampire, he was super pale and sparkled, but it was just too realistic. He got too much into his character. It’s so annoying when somebody is so vain and thinks he’s entitled to always do everything perfect. Hate these privileged people. But anyway, he was the only decent one in the film, he looked like he had at least something in his brain. I’ll give it to him.

During the break we went out for a smoke. I’ve never seen so many jerks in my your life, everybody vaping like there’s no tomorrow. Sally didn't talk much, she was too moved by the ,,perfect Robert”. Then, she saw some friend on the other side of the room. Some guy in one of those Calvin Klein sweatshirts and those fancy Yeezy shoes. Ivy League, obv. Big deal. Sally kept saying, "I know that guy from somewhere." She always knew somebody. She kept saying that till I got tired of it and I said to her, "Why don't you go on over and give him a big kiss, if you know him? He'll be delighted." She got furious when I said that. The guy noticed her and came over and said hi. You should have seen the way they said hi. You'd have thought they hadn't seen each other in twenty years. It was cringe-worthy. The funny part was, they probably met each other just once, at some terrible party. Finally, Sally introduced us to each other. His name was George something something--I don't even remember--and he went to Andover. Big, big deal. You should have seen him when Sally asked him how he liked the play. He stepped back, and stepped right on the lady's foot behind him. What a disgrace. He said the movie itself was no masterpiece, but that Pattinson, of course, was absolute perfection.

Perfection, for God’s sake, perfection.

That killed me. Then he and Sally started talking about a lot of people they both knew. It was the worst conversation type of all the conversation types you can imagine.

It was such relief when the break was over. Such a relief.

And then, when the film was over, they continued their goddam chit-chat. The worst part was, the guy was  so pushy, he was blatantly trying to steal my date. I even thought for a minute that he was going to get in the Uber with us, but he had to meet his pals for drinks, he said. I could see them all sitting around in some posh bar, with their sparkling Prosecco, perfect typical white rich guys.

I sort of hated Sally by the time we got in the car after listening to that idiot for about ten hours. I was ready to take her home, but she said, "I have an awesome idea!"

She was always having an awesome idea.

"What time do you have to be home for dinner?

„Me? Whatever time I want” I said.  „Why?"

"Let's go ice-skating at Radio City!"

That's the kind of ideas she always had.

"Ice-skating at Radio City? Now?"

"Just for an hour or so. Don't you want to? If you don't want to--"

"I didn't say I didn't want to, TBH, I don’t care” I said. ,,You decide.”

„Ok, then you don’t want to.”

,,I truly want to.”

,,Great, I knew you’d love this idea”.

Yeah…

"You can rent those fab skating skirts," Sally said. "Jeannette posted a photo in it last week."

That's why she was so keen to go. She wanted to see herself in one of those skimpy skirts that reveal more than they cover.

So we went, and after they gave us our skates, they gave Sally this little blue miniskirt. She really looked like such a babe in it, though. I have to admit it. She clearly knew this too. She kept teasing me, by shaking her booty. It did look pretty cute, too. I have to admit it.

"Do you want to get a table inside and have a drink or something?" I said to her finally.

"That's the best idea you've had all day," she said.

We went inside this bar, but Sally wasn't looking too happy. I wanted to snuggle, or something, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood.I leaned nearer to her over the table. I had quite a few topics on my mind.

"Hey, Sally," I said.

"What?" she said.

"Do you ever get mad?" I said. "I mean do you ever feel that everything is going to go nasty unless you do something? I mean do you like school, and all that?"

„Are you kidding? Who does?”

"I mean do you hate it? I know it’s terrible, but do you hate it?”

"Well, I don't exactly hate it. You always have to--"

"Well, I hate it. Gosh, do I hate it," I said. "But it isn't just that. It's everything. I hate living in New York. Taxis, and buses, with the drivers always yelling at you, and the dollars, everything being about dollars, and being introduced to snobbish guys that call Robert Pattinson perfect, and --"

"Don't yell" Sally said.

"You know something?" I said. "You're probably the only reason I'm in New York right now, or anywhere. If you weren't around, I'd probably be somewhere far away. In the woods or whatever, just not here."

"Look," I said. "Here's my idea. Do you wanna run away with me?I know this guy whose car we could borrow for a couple of weeks. What we could do is, tomorrow morning we could drive up to Massachusetts and Vermont. It's dope up there, promise."

I was getting excited, the more I thought of it, and I reached over and took Sally's hand."I have about a hundred and eighty bucks in the bank. I can take it out and get this guy's car. Not kidding. I could get a job somewhere and we could live somewhere, we could get married or something. We could have an amazing time! Are you down? Girl, you gotta be down!”

"You can't just do something like that," she said. She seemed annoyed as hell.

"Why not? Why the hell not?"

"Stop yelling, gosh" she said.

„Who said I can’t? Who?”

„I said. First of all, we're both practically children. And did you ever think what you'd do when your money would run out? We'd starve to death. The whole thing's so unreal, it isn't even--"

"It isn't unreal. I'd get a job. Don't worry about that. You don't have to worry about that. What's the issue? Don't you want to go with me?"

"It isn't that. It isn't that at all," Sally said. I was beginning to hate her, sort of.

"We'll have a ton of time to do cool things. I mean after you go to college and all. There’ll be  tons of cool places to go to."

"No, there wouldn't be. There wouldn't be tons of cool places to go to. It'd be completely different,"

I was getting depressed again. There was no way we could speak nicely to each other, let alone, run away together. TBH, Sally is pretty terrible. I truly think she’s the worst.

"C'mon, let's get out" I said. „You’re really getting on my nerves right now"

Boy, did it hit her. I know I shouldn’t have said it, and I probably wouldn’t have, but she was so unbearably annoying. Usually I’m not that rude. Boy, did it hit her. She was even crying. Which freaked me out a bit, because I was afraid she'd go home and complain to her dad. Her father was one of those big scary dudes that you don’t want to mess up with.

"I'm sorry, don’t be like that" I kept telling her. "C'mon, I'll take you home."

"I can go home by myself, thanks. If you think I'd let you take me home, you're mad. Seriously unbelievable.”

The whole thing was sort of funny, in a way, if you thought about it, and all of a sudden I did something I shouldn't have - I giggled. It made Sally angrier than ever. This was the end. She kept telling me to go away and leave her alone. So finally I did.

What a perfect date night, almost as perfect as Robert Pattinson.

#thoughts #sadlife #datenight #i hate this #terrible

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Asexual!Mads x Troubled!Burr

James Madison is an affection asexual man who finds it increasingly annoying that his best friend doesn’t quite grasp the concept of love with little to no lust involved. Aaron Burr is a struggling prodigy trying to keep his legacy afloat meanwhile watching everyone leap hurdles and go beyond his own limitations. They need some snugs. ___________________________________ “Aw Jemmy has been on the phone all day~ Did you finally get yourself a little side piece” Thomas rubbed his scruff cheek against Madison who was unphased. “Seriously you’ve been sitting there for so long, Sally and I already finished up in the bedroom and you’re still planted.” Usually Madison would leave when his best friend and roommate would have his romantic advances. However this time he was glued to his phone, waiting, texting, waiting some more. Thomas was growing a little suspicious, it was cute at first but Madison had literally stopped moving and now he was getting concerned. “Earth to James Madison.” “I am waiting for my partner to text me, we were going to meet up so we can work on our project.” He finally responded, he had sent Aaron Burr several messages. Some over facebook, some over text messages, now he was ready to call him, he glanced at Thomas’s face and there was a blank expression in his eyes. “The political economics project…for Washington? We’re supposed to have a fully drafted thesis and a presentation. Don’t tell me you forgot.” James was often paired with Thomas he knew that Jefferson had a tendency to fall out of focus. “Oh.” Thomas made a stranger face, as if he was more confused. “You didn’t finish it yet?” Madison was a hard worker; he would have assumed an assignment they were given a few days ago would have long been checked off his to-do list. “damn…” “What do you mean, ‘you didn’t finish it yet?’” Madison placed his phone down and crossed his arms, Thomas had his full attention. “Don’t tell me you made Hamilton do all the work…” There was no way Thomas and Alexander finished their project. They spent half the class ignoring each other and the other half heatedly debating each other over the professor. No, no way. “No. If you must know, Hamilton and I worked separately, then he came to me with, BEGGED me to read over his work so I gave him mine, we exchanged some stuff…he wanted to write it all himself and I was not about to let that nugget of a kid write over my words. So we ended up finishing the project in one night.” He shrugged, they got carried away but at least it was the longest time they were silent and not thinking about murdering the other. “Who is your partner again?” “Burr.” Madison spoke, internally in shock that Jefferson and Hamilton worked together and didn’t cause some nuclear explosion. He supposed in times like this, both men were professionals. “Yea…who dat?” He rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t’ ring a bell, he’s in our class?” Thomas couldn’t even put a face to the name. “Aaron.” Madison tried first name and still Thomas was shaking his head. “Aaron Burr? Dean’s list? Mom was a former Dean of the school before she died? Entirely family has gone to the same university? We have nearly every Washington taught class with him and Hamilton?” Still nothing, Madison couldn’t blame him. He honestly didn’t think much of Burr until they were paired up. He never debated or participated. When he did it was usually in agreement with another statement, piggybacking on the words of someone else. He never really made an impression other than he was present. “Anyway I know where lives we swapped addresses so I’ll stop by. The project is due in three days by midnight and we haven’t even thought of a thesis.” “Rooough, first time you’re not paired with me and you’re still gonna do all the work~” Thomas laughed at him, though it was the first time he, himself, was paired with someone new and he ended up doing more work than he was used to. It was a nice challenge though. “You could stick around, Sally and I are going for round deux and I don’t mind swingin’” He wiggled his eyebrow. Madison’s face was stoic; Jefferson knew well Madison wasn’t into threesomes or any somes. “That’s gay Thomas.” He walked out the door while Thomas yelled rationales why his invitation wasn’t gay at all. It was the first time; Thomas usually made invitations to test this ‘asexuality’ Madison labeled himself as. He knew Thomas could be insensitive but he was persistent. There were questions about masturbation, about loneliness, about ‘maybe you just haven’t tried hard enough’. It wasn’t a matter of trying, it was mentality. Madison knew himself like he knew that the bus he was boarding was going to take him a few blocks towards Burr’s place. He knew that what he felt wasn’t a dysfunction or a lack of effort, it was simply who he was. He wasn’t a cold person…though he was a person who suffered from getting many colds. He was opinionated and polite but he was also affectionate, he enjoyed being around people he cared about. He didn’t see why if he cared about someone there had to be a bed involved. He didn’t feel the urge or need to, as for boners, those were moments of stress relief, and they came and went less than often. And he wasn’t sitting there imagining anyone; it would be like assuming cracking knuckles came with imagining yourself punching someone in the face. Though…Thomas was right, it was rough. There were few people who wanted to really get to know Madison on that companion level if sex wasn’t on the table. He had many uncomfortable meetings with women who were at first delighted at his declaration but also disappointed after a while that it wasn’t an act of chivalry. Then the more awkward, taking it ‘personal’ that he didn’t want to. Where was this pressure to be a man and be good at bedding people? James didn’t know how deeply this all bothered him until he nearly missed the stop. Last second he ran to the front of the bus and darted out, the cold air squeezed his lungs and he started to cough. He walked a few blocks and stopped at Burr’s apartment. He double checked the information they swapped the moment they were paired up and walked up to the door. Like most apartments in New York City the door was broken and no need to buzz in. Madison just waltzed in and found his door number giving it a nice hard knock. He was annoyed, at Thomas for triggering him, at Burr for ghosting him, and at Hamilton for turning his friend into a hard worker. Something Madison couldn’t do even with all the Mac and cheese in the world. He waited, coughing loudly now and still nothing. “Burr are you home!” He called, cupping his mouth so his voice would echo a bit. He slammed his fist against the door again and it opened up, in mid knock. He looked up and Burr’s face was disgruntled. It was unnerving, from what he did remember of their meeting Burr was smiley and all too agreeable. Now he was starting a blood shot, sneering, angry man with tear stains down his hollowed face. “What are you doing here?” he tried to compose himself, was he actually trying to smile? He clearly didn’t look like he should be smiling but he forced it, the his lips trembled into the most half assed smile he’s seen. “…project is due soon and we haven’t met up once.” He spoke. “Alexander and Thomas already finished theirs, I figure it was a sign we should get to it…but..” if this was bad time perhaps Madison should go. He felt…strange being here while Burr seemed so disheveled. Without speaking Burr opened the door more and motioned him in. James took a step in and debated going further…his mind reminded him he had work to do so he kept stepping in. Once he was fully in he started coughing, there was a heavy scent of tobacco looming in the air like a blanket and his lungs were not in a battle with his body. “Sorry. Sorry” Burr muttered as he shuffled towards a window. Madison took in the place while he was walking in more. The apartment was nice, well decorated, flowers in vases (hopefully fake or else Madison was going to start sneezing on top of his wheezing), paintings, books, expensive rugs…so why did Burr not look the part. He was used to seeing Burr well dressed and crisp with a smile. Now he was wearing a wife beater tank top and sweatpants, his posture was all wrong. What happened to him in the span of a few days? “Burr…” He croaked getting a small chilled breeze from the outside now that the window was open. He had some clean air to try and speak with. “Where have you been?” That southern sass came out now that he was fully aware something was wrong. “I’m not one to pry where I shouldn’t” Madison liked his simple life where the only outrageous thing in his life was Thomas and …that was more than enough. “but we have a very serious project so if you’re not committed, say the word, I am more than happy to do it and put both of our names on the paper.” He started speaking, just say yes, was all he could think. Burr would give him the ok, he could leave and save himself anymore turmoil in one night. Aaron looked at him with eyes that were half lidded and empty, wetness gathered around the corners, his face still trying to keep that stupid smile in place while he said nothing. Madison was ready to leave, if Burr wasn’t going to give him an explanation or start working then he’d just go. Madison turned his body around when he heard Burr mumble. “…she’s gone…” He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm so roughly Madison was concerned that he was going to push his eyeballs back into his sockets. James might have been without lust but he was not out of emotion. He sat down on the couch near the window letting the clean air cleanse his weak lungs. “Who?” He knew this look once before. Thomas had it after Martha died, tragic, now Thomas had problems keeping a real, meaningful relationship without having the guilt of Martha’s death drive him over the wall. James knew well how to combat grief. “My wife.” Madison looked side to side. “Y…you were married?” Not that it was unheard of, just…he never heard Burr mention the girl. When Thomas met Martha in high school it was nothing but Martha. Now that he was screwing Sally it was nothing but Sally. Hamilton often spoke warmly of his affections towards anyone he regarded close. Burr? Not once did he speak of a woman, not at lunch, not before, during or after class. Just…nothing. Come to think of it, now that Madison was getting a good look at Burr, he didn’t even see a wedding ring. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Burr looked up at Madison with a half smile, it was almost as sad as his wet eyes. “She left me.” “Oh …shit..” This was a miscalculation, abort, eject, and open the window more. “That…that’s rough.” Madison coined Jefferson’s comment from earlier; he was out of words to use. This was not good at, relationships… Seeing how it was hard for him to even begin one he had no idea how to mend one. “If this is a bad time maybe I should go…” “Go ahead…” He motioned towards the door. “Not like it stopped her…” Madison was about to move but suddenly something popped in Burr, like he couldn’t hold it anymore. He couldn’t just smile and keep quiet. “I waited for her, waited for her to come to me and she ups and leaves. Yes I’ve been busy; I’ve been working hard…and for what? Hamilton gets all the recognition in class. Jefferson is second, Washington barely even sees me. Here am I. I sit, and wait, and study and work hard and here I am…with nothing to show for it.” He placed his hand over his mouth and looked off beyond the line of his sight. He was watching his entire life, everything his parents left him, every ideal he ever built for himself trickle away into obscurity. Just as he felt like his world was finally crashing in on him he felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I thought you were leaving…” He tried to compose himself but Madison spoke now. “I know…” He nodded. “The feeling…I stand by Jefferson and you think anyone sees me? The man walks in his all magenta get up and makes himself louder than the opposition and forget if Hamilton is there. There is not getting a word in…so the spotlight doesn’t shine on us…that doesn’t mean we don’t do our part…that doesn’t mean you’re not important in there.” Madison took his hand back. “Washington always said work as though history has its eye on you. The difference you make…you’re making a difference Burr. When I started my first semester, Jefferson was gone. I took on a double major, I worked with Hamilton and wrote 29 different papers. I worked myself every day and night and one day I realized Hamilton wrote nearly double of what I did…and his stride wasn’t affected. His health was fine…me? I was riding the line of breaking down.” This was something he never told Jefferson. He didn’t want Thomas to feel like he couldn’t leave Madison alone, plus Martha passed…it was just the wrong time to be open with him. “When I saw him thriving like that and here I was miles behind barely breathing. I nearly lost it. I tossed my laptop out of a window, had a full break down, and cried it out. And I realized I was alone.” He sat down beside Burr. “it wasn’t easy…come out of it afterwards…it was a lot of telling myself little things at first like, maybe two majors is too much. Maybe working with Hamilton was too much, and comparing yourself. I started to remember the things that made me who I am. That with all the sick days I still manage to be an honor student. With all my allergies I managed to be alive. Out of all my siblings I’m the one at a prestigious university doing something that isn’t farming.” Madison smiled a little. “Remember the person you are, logically, of course there is always someone better…and perhaps waiting around and not taking action is not always the best but that is who you are. You’re still a prodigy…son of a genius, honor student not to mention you were Hamilton’s mentor for the beginning of the semester. Consider his success some of yours too…and…” He paused when he felt a little pressure on his shoulder. He glanced down and noticed Burr was leaning on him. Madison wasn’t sure what to make of this…he felt his face heat up a little. So this was comforting? Thomas didn’t like to be held when he was sad, he got aggressive took it out on whoever he was sleeping with. He’d only talk to James after he calmed himself. It was nice being needed…in a way James could relate to. He felt Burr shake against his shoulder. Cry it out, Madison thought to himself. He moved his body and adjusted himself so Burr was leaning on his broad, stout chest. Madison patted the back of his head. The room didn’t smell so foul…he wasn’t worried about the project anymore. “If you need someone to talk to…maybe not about your wife…but…other things. You have my number now and my address…feel free to call or drop by.” James felt Aaron nod his head slowly, he leaned on Madison for a bit longer, crying for minutes, nearly an hour straight. When he finally stopped, Burr felt strangely at ease. The weight he had learned to smile over was lifted for the first time, his body actually ached like it had been sore from carrying something. He also realized Madison was strangely comfortable for a short…and broad man. He was firm enough where he wasn’t being pushed by the weight of Burr’s body but soft where he almost sank into him like a pillow. Warm…and slight smell of menthol. “You smell like Vics.” Burr finally croaked in a voice thick from sobbing. “Its nice.” He chuckled softly and softly sighed. “This is nice…thank you for staying.” “Anytime Burr…” He held him. This was something he lacked, he craved to be held and needed in just this way. No strings, no teases, no wondering if he had to have that talk explaining himself. There was nothing to this, it was simple. He was here, Burr was here, they were here. “…seriously we need to work on the project. We have to finish.” It dawned on him he was here and nothing was being done. Aaron just laughed a bit and nodded. “I’ll get my laptop, stay the night. Its already pretty late.” He made a motion to get up. Something James didn’t like but staying the night…that was invitation he heard before. “The couch pulls out into a bed…here is a second room if you want that.”

Relief, Madison nodded. He watched Aaron walk away from him and come back with his laptop and a few of his papers. “Notes, we can work on a thesis and use notes as one of our references.” “Reasonable.” James nodded , he slid close to Burr working with him and his laptop building a mock political write up plan for their economics class. It went smoother than when he worked with Thomas. Burr listened, waited, he gave his input and encouraged things and the silence between them wasn’t awkward. Madison yawned a little, Burr followed with a louder one as they worked for a few hours. Somewhere between reading the notes and listening to Burr type, James was lulled to sleep by the sound of the clacking… Skip______ Morning rolled around and Madison, an early riser, stirred. He was laying on the couch horizontally. When he opened his eyes he found he was staring at the back of Burr’s head. He too was sleeping beside him, an inch or so of space. His face was glowing; he felt an intimacy in his heart. Not the kind Thomas talked about, he didn’t feel the need to whisk Burr away but to hold him again like last night and protect the older man from his own demons. James reached out and went to touch the back of Burr’s head when he got a whiff of the couch which absorbed most of the cigarette scent and sneezed. His eyes were huge with horror as Burr clearly tensed at the feeling of being sneezed on. Good work James. You just sneezed on a man. Burr turned his head and to his surprised he didn’t look offended, his eyes were half lidded with sleep and his smile soft, casual and unlike last night genuinely entertained. “That is one way to say good morning.” He sat up, stretching a bit. “Sorry…you feel asleep and I kept working. I must have fallen asleep too…you looked comfy…” He admitted and also admitting…Madison brought certain calm to his chest and mind he hadn’t known. He was afraid the thoughts would come back if he left Madison’s calm aura. James merely nodded and sat up slowly. “Breakfast?” “Excuse me?” James looked at Burr who was smiling a little wider at him. “Do you want breakfast, James?” James felt his heart flutter. Why? Because someone wanted to cook him breakfast, and someone wanted to be around him for the first time? Someone who wasn’t obligated by years of friendship? Yes. “I’ve got a delicate appetite…various allergies…eggs, gluten, lactose…certain fruits and sugars…” “Try me~” Burr’s voice took a playful tone that disarmed him. Madison sat there, cheeks glowing while Burr made his way to the kitchen. “Are you joining me in here?” He called out again and James immediately stood and joined him. _________________________________________ I had fun, this was fun. I really like Burr and Madison. Cute, anxious sidekicks.

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#hamilton #fanfic #fandom #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #james madison #burrmads #thomas jefferson #college au #modern au #george washington #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fandom #burrmads fanfic

[letsjustsingalong]

Favorite Taylor Swift Songs

So not that anyone cares but I’d like to organize my top 15 favorite Tswift songs and why. Giant Fan of Taylor Swift, she’s seriously my idol. So it goes. 

1. Style (1989)

I love this song, because I love the style that came from the era of the chorus. I love the description of her lover being like James Dean, and the mention of the red lipstick. Plus I love the idea that, through time, this beauty, nostalgia, and style, will always be timeless. I have “We never go out of Style” tattooed on my foot. My best friend and I actually got matching Taylor Swift lyrics tattooed on us last May. (Also I was in the front row on this tour, where Mariska Hargitay from Law and Order SVU, and who Taylor’s cat is named after was on the stage. Two of my absolute favorite humans on the planet were on the same stage 400 feet in front of me during my FAVORITE song. ) This by far increased how much I loved this song. 

2. Look What You Made Me Do (Reputation) 

This song, is just so GOOD. It’s an anthem for you feeling justified, that someone who wronged you got their karma. People who treat people badly, might have people treat them badly and get a taste of their own medicine. It’s therapeutic, when you realize it wasn’t you the whole time. Although none of us are perfect, we all may have wronged someone, and we’ve all been wronged, but we all deserve it. Because you are the bad guy in somebody else’s story. It’s absolutely freeing when you let karma take charge, because karma always finds her way. 

3. Starlight (Red) 

Instantly when I heard this song, I loved it. It made me dream of love when I was going through an extremely low time in my love life. I made bad choices, with who I was involved with, but it gave me hope, that I could have a dream marriage, and magical life. 

4. Holy Ground (Red) 

Holy Ground is a song that just inspired me. It’s a song about being in love but if you’re not with the right person, everything is just wrong, definitely too if it’s your first love. My husband was my first boyfriend and we did break up in the usual ways, and it was actually very similar to some other stories. One like my mom and dad’s, and when Harry met Sally. 

5. Stay Beautiful (Taylor Swift) 

I frequently tell people this. When my bestie and I went to see Taylor on GMA (yes we made it on tv!) My sign said, “stay beautiful”. The sentiment, just makes me smile. It’s basically saying, don’t ever lose yourself, by giving in to what other people expect of you. Always be good to people, and maybe that kindness will find its way back to those who might need it most. 

6. The way I Loved You (Fearless) 

I can’t explain what makes this song get me. But it’s always been my favorite on the album. Your love may look perfect on the outside but it’s not always on the inside. It may not be the perfect story, but it’s ours. 

7. All too Well (Red)

This song is one of the absolute best, because it’s so...eloquent. Taylor is rambling, but she is telling you the story of her break up, like a friend might tell you a story. She’s not upset that her and her boyfriend broke up, she thought he was the one for a while, and she’s happy it happened, but man, did it hurt, when she realized all the good times couldn’t last forever because her and her boyfriend were just drifting apart, and it was inevitable, she just wasn’t ready. When I saw Taylor perform this live the first time, she was a sweaty mess just like us and was almost in tears. I love seeing artists so vulnerable. It’s just incredible, because there is so much passion. 

8. Clean (1989)

Clean to me, meant that a clean break from toxic relationships could be so freeing. This is more a coming of age song, where you have decided to cut the poison from your life. You are safe. When I heard this song, I thought that people who are fighting their own demons with addiction, or depression, or toxic family members, need to be clean before any progress happens. Also my best friend and I were crying when she had her little spiel, before this song. We couldn’t hold ourselves together because, it was like Taylor just UNDERSTOOD. 

9. I Knew you were Trouble (Red) 

I knew you were trouble was seriously my anthem when I realized I was seriously dating the guy I knew was trouble. This guy, was such a bad fit for me, but it was fun while it lasted. I deserved it, I needed that kick in the butt. Looking back it was probably my most exciting sleazy relationship ever, yeah it was fun. Plus when I was in college I commuted and I listened to this cd and this song made me feel better about myself. 

10. Mean (Speak Now) 

This song, just is so simple. That is what makes it so BRILLIANT. There is nothing that can change that it is just so relatable. If you haven’t been bullied in your life, good for you. But most of us definitely had, and we remember how badly we felt every time. In my middle school years I wish I had the courage to respond to mean people like this. Those are your awkward years, and you’re just not confident in who you are, and you have people every day, reminding you that, you are weird and they don’t want to be your friend. Girls are so vicious at this age, that I wish I had the brass balls, to say this to those people, where you knew you were going to be successful because you didn’t let bullies put you down. 

11. Back to December (Speak Now) 

Back to December just had a melancholy feel to it, and it was easy to play on piano. I loved the way it sounded, I still do. It’s like running into an ex or an old friend, and just admitting that you miss the way it was. You were wrong. You were the bad guy in this one. I am sorry, I was such a bad girlfriend, or friend. We can’t be perfect all the time, but this is me taking responsibility for me being crappy. It’s ok to admit that you weren’t right, sometimes though even if that is easier said than done. 

12. You’re not Sorry (Fearless) 

You’re not sorry, is about admitting to yourself, that your partner had no respect for you. Once the trust and respect is gone, you cannot get it back. Because in the process you’ve seemed to lose your own self respect. It’s hard to accept but once you do, you tell them to leave you alone because at least you have gotten some of that, you will not be their toy, no matter how sad you might be. Once they know that, they control you. You cannot give someone that much power over your thoughts.

13. The Last Time Featuring Gary Lightbody (Red) 

Gary Lightbody has such a great voice, when he did a duet with Taylor I just about squealed at the top of my lungs. This duet is so awesome because It’s two different point of views, and we don’t get much of that in her songs. Also the contrast with her voice and his is just magic. This song is sad, but I love the music, and the vocals so much. The harmonies are so pleasing, I need more like this. 

14. Dress (Reputation) 

Ok, this one is a little sexy. Actually A LOT of SEXY. I loved this song, because I thought “hey look at Taylor making a song about lust.” This is song is hot. I was a little shocked to hear the words to this one because it was definitely more mature than some older tunes. But I am only 3 years younger than Taylor Swift, so I resonate a lot more with some of her mature ones. Yes I am an adult I have sex. I’d be lying to you if I myself didn’t buy sexy lingerie for someone just to take it off. Something that makes this song better? The last time I went to see Taylor Swift, I was so close to her, during this song, when she was on the B stage. She was very close to me during this song, and I’ll never once forget how close I was to her. It makes this song better as that is what I really love about that memory. 

15. Shake it Off (1989)

I know for a fact this one is overdone, and played until your ears fall off. But this song is just so lighthearted and like awesome. To me, it never gets old. Just it’s classic, and fun. I adore this song. It’s not as deep as some of the other ones I’ve mentioned but I could listen to this all day, and just feel great. 

So, there are my favorites? Which ones are your favorites and why? I must say, 1989 in my opinion is an absolute masterpiece of an album, but so is Red. Also Reputation is too, because there is not a single song on Reputation I do not like. 1989 and Reputation, I love front and back (bonus tracks included). Red is a moody album but just so RAW. Speak Now, has some of the most well written songs I have ever heard, even ones I didn’t mention. Fearless, although a young sophomore album still pretty darn good. And TSwift the original, which has some gems. Tied together with a smile gets the honorable mention on that one and also Tim McGraw. Good night, Taylor Swift fans. Hope you enjoyed. 

#taylor swift #songs #red #reputation speaknow fearless