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KISS! KISS! KISS!

Hello love ❤️ could you do these prompts if you wanna do ... feel no pressure 😅😅

MOON BOIS PLEASE!!

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7. Almost kissing but someone walks in 0_0

13. “would you acknowledge my feelings for you if i kissed you right now? you can’t seem to take a damn hint, [name]”

18. they’re teasing each other when one character goes “then kiss me” and is surprised that the other character actually does it.

19. ARGUING!!!!! then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other

The Boss (Moon Boys x reader)

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A/N: HI LOVELY! Thanks for the ask!! The idea I had for this was born out of very very very spicy noodles and I was crying on the inside hahaha.

Word count: 2.3k

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Your hands were shaking. You could barely gesture around the exhibits to the group of people around you and you had caught yourself twisting the edge of your blazer one time too many. One lady in the group nodded sympathetically to you, connoting your nervousness to the fact that you were leading around a large crowd in a huge museum. Any other employee would have been scared. Scared that their employer would fire them for not doing their job right.

But your situation was something completely out of the ordinary.

It all started the night before, when you and your boss had been finishing up the day's work, making sure that everything was in order. Your boss, or bosses, were a peculiar bunch. For starters you had three, and all three of them resided in one body, or you could say, mind. There was Steven Grant; the nerdy, enthusiastic, sweet man, Marc Spector; the hard and efficient boss and Jake Lockley; the one who was barely there, preferring to work away from people.

You had taken a liking to all of them, accidentally finding out their situation when you caught Steven yelling at a mirror, only to realize that he had a strong American accent instead of his usual soft British drawl. You had picked up their differences fast, the way their posture was, the expressions on their face, all of the slight changes letting you know who you were addressing. As far as you were concerned, they were fine with your company too, and all of you chatted away happily as the piles of work got smaller and smaller.

Once the pile had about 30 minutes worth of work left, Marc got up and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. You stared at the bottle he was holding, noticing that it was an old, expensive red wine that was gifted by one of the museum sponsors. You watched as Marc set down the glasses, pulling the cork off the bottle and pouring a generous fill for the both of you. This was slightly out of the blue and you never usually drank on the job, but Marc smiled sweetly and handed you your glass. You took a sip, savoring the rich aroma and matured taste of the aged wine as you watched Marc from over the rim of your glass. He was pulling off his jacket, draping it onto the chair before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs.

The one thing that smashed your brain up was how hot your bosses were. They were attractive, almost like they had their own glow from within them that radiated a confidence that you felt like you could never achieve. You try not to stare as he started to fold his sleeves until they were over his elbows and slightly strained at the biceps. He sat down and fully pulled at his tie until it unfurled from his neck and sat limp in his hands. He quickly balled it up and set it aside, reaching for his glass of wine.

“Do you like it?” he suddenly asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” uh oh, you felt like he had caught you staring and your face flushed.

“The wine, sweetheart.” he chuckled and suddenly you forgot to breathe.

The word of endearment sent sparks down your spine and you felt yourself getting dizzy but you nodded and went back to nursing your glass.

“You’ve done some good work here.” It was Steven now and he was looking at you with a smile. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”

“That’s alright Mr. Grant, happy to help.” you return his smile, happy at his genuineness.

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that? You can call me Steven!” he laughs and takes another sip and you smile shyly.

After a couple of silent minutes, you heard a tapping against a seat, making you look up. It was Jake now, and he wore a relaxed look on his face, one that you had not seen before.

“Come, sit closer to us, we don't bite.” he says, sounding amused.

You found yourself obeying his simple request, getting up and taking a seat next to him. Jake reached for your glass and set it beside you. While Marc and Steven made you feel somewhat equal to them, Jake made you feel like you were prey and he was at the top of the food chain. He eluded so much swagger that you felt smaller than usual around his presence.

“The boys and I were talking,” he started, keeping his eyes on his glass as he watched the wine swirl, “we wanna do something for you.”

You turned to him, slightly surprised at the predicament before you. You nodded, urging him to go on. He leaned closer to you and you couldn’t help but breathe him in. He smelled expensive, leather and sandalwood radiating off him excessively. You found yourself looking at his eyes, watching his long beautiful eyelashes every time he blinked. You pleaded for your heart to still, fearing that he would hear from how painfully hard it was thumping in your chest.

“We want to give you a promotion, cielo.” he whispered it and your mouth dropped open.

He smiled at your reaction and leaned back on his seat to take in more of it.

“Why?” you managed to make yourself whisper.

“You’ve been so good for us, cielo, you’ll be a good asset to the management. But we won’t take you out of your tour guiding, we see how charismatic you are with the people. We just wanna treat our best employee a little better, you know?” he jabbered away, the slight Spanish accent feeling like a delightful tingle in your brain.

“Thank you.” you said, clinking your glass with his glass that he held out.

You took a sip and suddenly you felt a small gust of wind form the open window picking up a paper that was on the table, sending it tumbling away. You set your glasses aside and quickly get up to grab it, only to find that Jake was doing the same. The both of you grabbed the paper at the same time, the both of you kneeling on the ground.

You made the grave mistake of looking up at his face, suddenly realizing that you didn’t know who you were looking at. You couldn’t tell exactly who it was from the thundering in your ears. You stared into the deep brown orbs, almost like you were leaning into the edge of Tartarus, staring down at Kronos as time slowed around you. You watch as the man’s eyes drop to your lips and you know the both of you are tipping towards dangerous territory, the wine softening your hardened edges.

You felt yourself unconsciously crawl forward, setting your hands on top of the man’s thighs, watching something sharp form in his eyes. You let your eyes drop to his lips, studying its shape and resisting the urge to paint them with the lipstick on your own lips. You wondered if they had drugged you, your brain surged into overdrive as he leaned slightly towards you, tipping his head. His eyes were hooded now and so were yours and everything seemed so blurry.

The sound of the door brought the both of you out of the thick tension that had been brewing. While your head swerved towards the door, Marc was still looking at you, his head completely void at any thought but the feeling of your hands on his thighs. Your grip on your boss’ thigh deepened as your eyes widened at the sight of the security guard who was at the door. You were too frozen to move and you were silently pleading with one of the boys to say something.

Fortunately the security guard beat you to it.

“Oops, sorry sir, I’ll come for my rounds later.” he hurriedly said, shutting the door and scuttling away.

The loud bang of the door shutting made you pull away from your boss at lightspeed, as if he was on fire. You acted quickly, jumping to your feet and gathering your things, shoving them in your bag as fast as you possibly could.

“Wait, hey, sorry.” Marc’s voice? No Steven, might even be Jake

You couldn’t think and you didn’t let yourself look at them, eyes glossy and brain foggy, trying to make your legs move as fast as they possibly could to get you far away from them.

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Back at the present moment, you found yourself in a corporate meeting, surrounded by executives, discussing the transport of a new object to the museum for a special temporary exhibition. You bosses were nowhere to be seen and you sat taking notes, trying your best to put all of your attention to the project. The door of the meeting room slammed open, a little louder to you than anyone else sitting in the room and you could physically feel the atmosphere in the room change and you could hear the taps of your boss’ shoes on the tiled floor.

He pulled a chair beside you and took a seat, his clothed calf brushing your bare one. From your periphery, you saw him nod, acknowledging the executives. Your right hand shook slightly and you stopped taking notes, fighting hard to focus on the meeting. Suddenly, a large hand covered yours and pulled your notebook away, making you almost jump. You turned to watch your boss flipping through the meeting minutes that you had taken down.

You noticed very quickly that it was Steven and that he was wearing his glasses that were gradually sliding down his nose. You had to resist the urge to push them up his nose and comb back the stray curl that flopped onto his forehead. Instead you watched as his fingers traced your words on your notebook and his familiar scent that burned your senses.

“All of these plans are looking good. I will decide who will transport the item.” Steven’s voice brought you out of your hyperfocus.

He snapped your book shut and stood up, making you remember something.

“Actually, sir, I’d like to volunteer.” you piped up, standing up to meet his eyeline.

“That would not be necessary, Miss, I have made my decision.” Steven said, almost coldly.

“But I-”

Jake’s intimidating face was enough for you to stop in your tracks and take a deep breath.

“Alright, sir, sorry.” you said and the meeting was dismissed.

You turned to follow the stream of people walking out of the meeting room when a hand grabbed at your wrist. It pulled you into a hard chest and you gasped but played it off with a cough. You turned to stare at your boss as the door shut behind the last person who exited the room.

“Why can’t I take the project?” you whispered, noting how their eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Can't let you take that job, love, it's dangerous.” Steven said, wincing slightly at the word of endearment leaving his lips.

“It's just transporting, I don’t think it's that dangerous, stop tryna shield me. So all you said about me being an asset was just bullshit?” you raised your voice and wrenched your arm from his grasp.

“We’re not shielding you, we just have your best interest in mind. And we were not lying.” Marc said, an edge of desperation clinging to his words.

“Well, you are taking away what I want, Mr. Spector.” you counter, anger creeping up to poison your heart.

“Why can’t you get it through that stubborn beautiful head of yours that we’re tryna protect you.” Jake said tapping the side of your forehead.

“This is not protection. I don’t need protection, I want a little bit of freedom!” you spat.

Steven scrubs his face with his hand.

“Can’t you come to terms with the fact that we care?” Steven soothes you softly, holding onto your hand again.

“This is not care-” you stop as you watch Steven’s face contort in pain as Marc tries to push through.

“Fine then, fuck it, would you acknowledge our feelings for you if I kissed you right now? You can’t seem to take a damn hint through the fog that is your stupid stubbornness.” He breathed, moving closer and holding your forearm.

“What?” He said it so fast that you didn’t have time to process it and you were confused at the turn the conversation had taken.

“Kiss me and I’ll show you how much we really care.” he said carefully and your brain stopped working.

Something clicked and you grabbed onto his tie and pulled him, closing the gap as his lips touched yours. It was like they had set you on fire and all you could think of was them. Marc sighed into the kiss and pulled you closer till your body was flushed with his. Their glasses pressed into your skin and you pulled back slightly, searching their eyes, yanking them off and throwing the pair onto the table beside you before slamming your lips back onto their’s. You didn’t know who you were kissing but from the way they were, you knew that you could be given the chance to learn their patterns with more practice.

Your hands cupped their face, their light stubble scratching against the soft skin of your palms. Your nose found its sanctuary beside theirs as you kissed them breathless, moaning as they parted your lips with a hard lick to yours. Their hands couldn’t help but feel you up at their kisses alternated between soft sweet pecks to full passionate breathtaking ones.

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reasonsmandy · 11 months

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She's My Fire

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon @legendaryprunerascalpaper — hiii can you do num .14 and num .31 on your prompt list with warren. I need more imagines of him. please and thank uuu :)

✧.* summary — Intensity, instability, desire and love that's what surrounded you and Warren since forever. And he was never good at dealing with it.

✧.* warnings — Mention and connotation of sex, mention of drugs.

✧.* word count — 6.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I got carried away on this one hahaha, I hope you like it. Good reading 🫶🏾

Warren had known you since you were both wide-eyed children, exploring the world with boundless curiosity. You had grown up side by side in Pittsburgh, your lives intertwined through shared family gatherings, school events, and endless childhood adventures. After all, he was best friends with your brother, Eddie.

But it wasn't until you reached the tumultuous years of adolescence that Warren began to see you through a different lens. As the awkwardness of youth morphed into the stirring complexities of adulthood, he found himself captivated by your evolving presence. The innocence that once defined your interactions began to take on new shades of meaning. He felt desire for you, he felt need for you, he wanted you close... And this new feeling scared him.

Caught off guard by this shift, Warren stumbled through the maze of his own emotions. Confusion mingled with fascination, and the lines between friendship and something more blurred. It was a delicate dance, one he was ill-prepared to navigate.

Fearing the vulnerability that accompanied these uncharted waters, Warren sought refuge in the familiar territory of rivalry. He masked his burgeoning feelings with snarky comments and competitive banter, disguising the depth of his emotions even from himself. The label of "hate" was a convenient shield to guard against the turmoil within his heart.

But deep down, he knew that his growing attraction to you was far from hatred. It was an unspoken yearning, an ache to be near you, to understand the intricacies of your mind and soul. The confusion only intensified as the years passed, leaving Warren caught between the comfort of your shared history and the undeniable pull he felt towards you.

He didn't like to admit it but the rivalry he created between you aroused an attention from you that he loved. He loved seeing your eyes roll when he made an unnecessary comment, he loved the way you bristled at his presence, he loved having that attention from you even if it was under those circumstances.

For you on the other hand, there was an undeniable clash between the two of you. Your spirited personalities clashed like opposing forces, resulting in constant arguments and bickering. It seemed as though you couldn't agree on anything, and your dynamic became defined by rivalry and irritation.

However, beneath the surface, there was always a part of you that wondered why Warren seemed to provoke such strong emotions within you. You couldn't deny the electric tension that crackled in the air whenever he was near. It was a mixture of annoyance and something inexplicably more, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Warren is best friends with your brother, Eddie, so he's always lived in your house, you'd recognize that curly hair from miles away, would you know which laugh was his amid the audience of a comedy show, he was one in a million and you knew all the characteristics that made him such. To say that you were close would be an exaggeration, but your relationship was always peaceful and friendly until that day...

You wake up startled, the bead of sweat runs down your forehead and your hands shook as your uneven breathing became more evident. You sigh opening your eyes, facing the ceiling of your room, the night was still evident in the window and you think it would be the early hours of the morning.

Relief that it was just a nightmare washes over you like a cold shower on a hot day, you sit up in bed trying to catch your breath. You've already lost sleep anyway, so you decide to take a cold shower to calm down, and it works.

You watched yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, the icy floor made your body shiver as you dried the locks of your hair. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk down the hall to your room, the environment was dark and you didn't want to turn on any light so as not to wake up who was in the house. For this reason, your steps were light and slow.

"Hey kiddo, are you alright there?" In a loud whisper you hear Warren's voice behind you.

"Fucking hell Warren!" You jump in fright, clutching the towel to your body. "What the fuck are you doing up so late? I didn't even know you were here, my god."

"Eddie called me at the last minute.” Warren answers your last line. “What are you doing up at so late?” He returns the question.

Watching him only lit by the moonlight was almost like watching an opera, he was so beautiful.

"Couldn't sleep." You reply by trying to ignore the way your heart was racing at the thought of what it would be like to have his arms around your waist pulling you close. He arched his brows in concern. "Just a silly nightmare, and since I couldn't sleep... I decided to take a shower."

"I'm sorry about that." And he says with a friendly smile, for a few moments you remain silent, he puts his hands in his pockets as if trying to quiet something in him. "Well I'll leave you alone now..."

"Actually." You say holding his arm, preventing him from leaving. "Don't you want to smoke a joint with me?"

Rojas smiles, watching your hand on his arm, he breaks free of your grip and takes your hand. "Hell yeah."

As you settle on your bed, you take out a joint from a small stash hidden in your bedside drawer. The soft glow of the moonlight seeps through the window, casting a tranquil ambiance in the room. You light the joint, taking a deep inhale before passing it to Warren.

You lie side by side, your bodies comfortably sprawled on the bed, your eyes focused on the ceiling above. The smoke wafts around you, creating a haze that adds to the air of relaxation. You take turns passing the joint between you, the ritual creating a rhythm that matches the cadence of your conversation.

Your voices mingle in the quiet space, the exchange of words flowing freely as you delve into topics both light and profound. The weight of the world seems to dissipate as you talk about your dreams, your fears, and your shared memories. The ceiling becomes a canvas upon which you paint your hopes and vulnerabilities.

The sound of laughter fills the room, intertwining with the fragrant smoke as you reminisce about childhood antics and silly escapades. Time becomes elastic, the minutes stretching into moments of pure connection. You share secrets and dreams, your guards gradually falling away with each passing breath.

Occasionally, your eyes meet, the unspoken desires flickering in the depths of your gazes. There is a magnetic pull between you, a palpable tension that lingers in the air. It's as if the universe has conspired to bring you to this moment, where the boundaries that once defined your relationship begin to blur.

You find solace in the comfort of each other's presence, a sanctuary within the walls of your bedroom. The joint burns down to the end, but the intimacy shared in this small space continues to grow. You talk about everything and nothing, your voices echoing in the room, creating an invisible thread that binds you closer.

As you lie there, side by side, your fingers gently grazing, the silence between your words speaks volumes. The world outside your bedroom seems distant and insignificant, while the connection you share becomes the focal point of your universe.

In the dimly lit room, the soft murmurs and shared laughter wrap around you like a warm embrace. Time seems to stand still as you navigate the delicate balance between friendship and something more, your heart pulsating with anticipation for what lies ahead.

The ceiling above, adorned with scattered constellations of stardust, bears witness to your unspoken desires and the uncharted territory you are about to embark upon. In this hazy, vulnerable moment, you find yourself on the precipice of a love that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

You both lie there, gazing into each other's eyes, the silence pregnant with anticipation. The intensity of the moment hangs in the air, the unspoken desires swirling between you like a tempest.

A small smile plays on Warren's lips as he breaks the silence. "You know, Y/N," he says, his voice husky, "You're staring."

You can't help but chuckle softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "That's probably the joint's fault," you reply, your voice tinged with playful warning. You smirk at him and sit on his lap. "And if you say one word of that to my brother, I'll rip you apart."

Warren's eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and desire, and before you can react, he suddenly flips you over, his body now hovering above yours. The air crackles with electricity as he leans down, his lips inches away from yours. "You won't hear a word from me," he murmurs, his voice laced with urgency.

Your breath catches in your throat as his lips finally meet yours. It's a searing kiss, a collision of longing and pent-up desire. You lose yourself in the taste and texture of his lips, the way his hands explore your body with an almost desperate touch.

In between heated kisses, you manage to gasp out words of desire. "Warren," you whisper, your voice filled with longing. "What does this mean?"

His lips find their way to your ear, his voice husky with need. "No te preocupes hermosa," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin making you shiver. "Let me make you feel good."

Your lips meld with Warren's in a fiery embrace, tongues dancing with a wild hunger. His hands roam your exposed skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every caress. Clothes fall away, discarded in a frenzy of desire as you both give in to the throes of passion.

His fingers trail along your curves, tracing the contours of your body with tantalizing precision. Each touch sets your senses ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasp and moan, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that consume you.

Lust-filled whispers escape your lips, mingling with his own breathless exclamations. Your bodies entwine in a dance of ecstasy, the rhythm building with each heated thrust. The room fills with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic collision of your bodies.

Lost in the depths of desire, you give yourself over to the intense pleasure. The world around you fades into insignificance as you and Warren become lost in the pinnacle of physical connection. In each other's embrace, you find release, bodies trembling with shared bliss.

You remember every detail of that night, no one had ever made you feel so good and he knew it. By the way you called him, by the way your fingers gripped the sheets and your eyes rolled back, he knew he was making you reach distinct peaks of pleasure just as you were doing him. You enjoyed the night together until you saw the sun rise and light up your bodies.

"I think that's my cue." Rojas says after a while in which you were silent, he gets up from your bed putting on his clothes. "See you around." He winks at you and leaves your room.

You never expected things to get serious between you and Warren. It was always fueled by lust, a primal attraction that consumed you both. So, when he started avoiding you after that passionate night together, you weren't entirely surprised. But it still hurt.

He became distant, deliberately ignoring you in social settings, disappearing from conversations, and even leaving the room whenever you entered. You couldn't comprehend why he was acting this way. The months passed, and his behavior remained unchanged. Frustration and confusion settled within you, pushing you to give up on being friendly with him as well. If he wanted distance, you would give it to him.

You started playing the game of fights and teasing, matching his aloofness with your own brand of indifference. It became a battle of wills, each of you testing the limits of the other. Yet, deep down, beneath the facade of indifference, there was a part of you that still yearned for his attention, for the connection you once shared.

...

The rain was falling hard in front of your front door, you sat on the facade watching your brother carry his bags to Warren's van, your heart skipped beats to see him go. You can't hold back the tears, you would miss him so much but you knew if this was his dream then he should go.

"Oh come on kiddo, you promised me you wouldn't cry." Eddie says hugging you tight, and you let the tears fall. "Look, there's still time for you to come along." He whispers as he holds you close.

"I can't... You know I would love to." You break out of the hug, wiping your tears away and your eyes catch a glimpse of Warren in the driver's pack watching you. "Give me a second?"

Eddie nods and goes inside the house, looking for the rest of his things he left behind. You observe Warren and take courage to approach, he was smoking and when he noticed you, he offers you the cigarette. You take it and takes a long drag, handing to him again.

"You were leaving without saying goodbye?" You say blowing out the smoke, getting inside the van and sitting next to him. "That's rude."

Rojas closed his eyes and taked a deep breath, as if he's rethinking what to do. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Don't you get tired of being rude to me?" You laugh rolling your eyes. "Look, if the sex wasn't good you could have solved all this with a conversation."

Warren's eyes narrow, his frustration evident as he glares at you. "Are you really going there?" he snaps, his voice laced with irritation.

You cross your arms, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. "I was just wondering, after all I'm not the one avoiding someone after a night of mind-blowing sex," you retort, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

His jaw tightens, and he leans closer, his voice low and charged with intensity. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it," he growls, the words a challenge.

A fire ignites within you, your anger fueling your response. "Oh, trust me, Warren. I enjoyed it. But if you think that changes anything, you're delusional."

He inches even closer, his breath mingling with yours. "You're so fucking annoying, Y/N."

"That's not what you told me that day." You shrug, looking directly into his eyes, loving seeing the frustration of not knowing how to answer your words.

A surge of desire courses through you, mingling with the anger and frustration. The tension between you becomes palpable, a magnetic force drawing you closer together.

Without another word, you crash into each other, lips colliding in a clash of dominance and pent-up desire. The kiss is fierce, a battle of wills and conflicting emotions, as if every argument, every insult, is channeled into this single moment.

His hands grab your waist, pulling you closer, while yours clutch at his hair, deepening the connection. It's a dance of passion and aggression, the line between love and hate blurring with each desperate kiss.

The van fades away as you both give in to the overwhelming chemistry, succumbing to the undeniable pull that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The unspoken tensions and desires find release in this fiery encounter.

But even in the midst of the fervor, a sense of vulnerability lingers. It's not just about the physical connection; it's a revelation of the unspoken emotions that have been brewing between you.

As the kiss finally breaks, you both gasp for air, your eyes locked, a mixture of confusion and yearning reflected in your gaze. The argument fades into the background, replaced by the intoxicating realization of what lies between you.

"So annoying, uh?" You whisper, your lips still close to his.

"Satisfied with the farewell?" He answers, looking right into your eyes.

"You owe me so much more Warren Rojas." He feels you gaze like an x-ray, noticing every corner of his soul. "And I'm going to make sure of charging that." You wink at him and he feels a shiver down his spine, you drove him crazy.

You get out of the van, closing the door and leaning against the window before entering your house. "See you around."

Warren watches you walk into the house, his hands go to his hair in frustration, he hated feeling so given over to someone. He didn't know how to act in your presence, all his most intense feelings were brought out when he saw you, he felt vulnerable, he needed you and that was new... What scared him.

The relief of leaving you behind came with the anguish of not having you around, it was like being away from something he sorely needed. He needed you, you were something difficult, something he didn't understand himself but living without was something scary.

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During the years without you, Warren's world was not the same. The absence of your presence left an indescribable void that he struggled to fill. It was as if a piece of him was missing, an essential part that had once brought color and vibrancy to his life.

At first, he tried to bury his longing beneath a facade of indifference. He convinced himself that he could move on, that the connection he felt with you was nothing more than a fleeting spark. But deep down, he knew it was a lie. The memory of your laughter, your shared secrets, and the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your dreams haunted him.

Warren tried to distract himself, diving headfirst into music, new projects, and relationships that held no real meaning. He sought solace in the chaotic whirlwind of the music scene, hoping to drown out the echoes of your absence. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the lingering thoughts of you that lingered in the corners of his mind.

He missed the way you challenged him, the way your presence ignited a fire within him. The easy camaraderie and unspoken understanding you once shared felt like a distant memory. It pained him to think that he might never experience that level of connection again.

As time passed, Warren realized that he had been foolish to push you away. He saw the impact you had on his life, how your presence brought a sense of balance and completeness that he had taken for granted. He yearned for the moments you had shared, the laughter, the late-night conversations, and the raw vulnerability that had blossomed between you.

Warren couldn't help but wonder what might have been if he had been brave enough to face his feelings head-on. The regret weighed heavy on his heart, a constant reminder of the missed opportunities and the chance to explore a deeper connection with you. But now it was too late, and he decided to live for the moment, focus on the opportunities he had in life and make the most of it.

After the departure of your brother and the band, your life underwent a significant transformation. The absence of the constant chaos and rhythm of the music scene left a void that seemed impossible to fill. The once vibrant and lively energy surrounding you became a quiet and unfamiliar stillness.

Without the band's presence, you found yourself grappling with a sense of loneliness and uncertainty. The music that had always been the soundtrack of your life had become a distant echo, and you couldn't help but feel adrift in the vast sea of possibilities.

Eddie's departure hit you particularly hard. He had always been your anchor, your confidant, and your partner in crime. The realization that you would no longer share those precious moments together on stage, creating magic through music, was a blow to your spirit. It felt as if a vital part of your identity had been stripped away, leaving you feeling lost and disconnected.

But amidst the sadness and longing, you couldn't help but feel a lingering ache in your heart for Warren. His absence created a void that no other friendship or relationship could fill. You missed the banter, the late-night conversations, and the shared laughter that seemed to effortlessly flow between you.

Warren had always been a constant presence in your life, and his sudden disappearance left you wondering what had gone wrong. You questioned if your connection had been merely an illusion, a product of your shared experiences within the band. The silence between you was deafening, and the unanswered questions weighed heavily on your heart.

Yet, despite the absence and the unanswered longing, you found the strength to move forward. You discovered new passions, explored different paths, and began to build a life outside the realm of music. While the ache for what once was remained, you learned to adapt and find solace in the new chapters life had written for you.

But deep down, the flicker of hope remained. The memories of your shared moments, the laughter you had exchanged, and the unspoken connection that had always been there continued to linger in your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if fate had something more in store for you, if your paths would intersect once again and bring with it the opportunity for closure or perhaps even something more.

You were reluctant to accept your brother's invitation, the road had never been your place, even more so for a rock band tour. But the longing spoke louder and it was she who screamed when you made up your mind. However, at the same time, the nervousness of seeing everyone again was imminent, so many years had passed... You didn't know what to expect.

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Eddie wouldn't sit still since you confirmed you would go with them, he would wake up with a smile on his face excited to see you again. But he wanted to surprise everyone so he just said he had a great news, and asked Camila and Billy to give up their house for a dinner he would organize.

As you arrived at Camila's house for the long-awaited dinner, a sense of anticipation and nervousness filled the air. The sound of laughter and familiar voices drifted from the backyard, where the band members had gathered. You could hear snippets of their conversations, like echoes from a distant past, and it sent a wave of emotions rushing through you.

The soft evening breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, adding a touch of serenity to the atmosphere. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers embraced you, a reminder of the familiar comforts of home. Your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension as you approached the backyard, drawn by the magnetic pull of the band's presence.

Just as you stepped through the doorway into the backyard, you felt a reassuring hand on your back. It was your brother Eddie, silently conveying his support and the unspoken promise that everything would be alright. His touch eased the butterflies in your stomach, grounding you in the moment and reminding you of the unbreakable bond you shared.

The sight that greeted you was like stepping into a time capsule. The band members, older than your memories remembered but still vibrant with energy, gathered around a table filled with food and drinks. The setting was reminiscent of countless evenings spent together, where music and camaraderie intertwined seamlessly. Nostalgia washed over you as you took in the scene, a flood of memories crashing against the shores of your mind.

Warren, with his tousled hair and piercing eyes, caught your gaze from across the yard. There was a flicker of surprise and a hint of something deeper that passed between you in that fleeting moment. The years of separation had carved their marks, but the undeniable connection remained, like an invisible thread that bound your souls together.

You felt a mix of emotions rising within you—excitement, nervousness, and a longing to bridge the gap that time had created. It was as if the past and present converged in this moment, intertwining your lives once more. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead, knowing that this reunion would be a turning point—a chance to rebuild what was lost and rediscover the magic that had always been there.

"Surprise!" Eddie exclaims showing you to the band, they all smile, eyes on you and you receive a lot of different reactions.

But like it or not your focus was only on his reaction. Warren watched you from head to toe, his heart felt like an animal desperate to get out of its cage, he felt his legs go weak at the sight of you again. He doesn't move unlike the rest of the group who stand up to greet you, while you receive the warm welcome hugs you don't notice Rojas getting up and heading inside. He needed to think.

You try to ignore the tightness in your chest that comes when you notice the drummer's absence, why did he have to be so fucking complicated? The pride you contained wouldn't let you go after him, so you stayed there talking to the rest, drinking and laughing.

Daisy watched the circle of friends from afar, after all, she didn't know you and didn't have any subject to share. She greeted you like the rest but decided not to interrupt the conversation, since she wouldn't know how to add to the subject, so she got up and went into the house in search of another bottle of wine to finish.

She leans on the counter looking for an opener for the bottle she found in the fridge, since it was the last one she thought of drinking hidden right there alone, she jumps in fright when she feels the presence of another person next to her, she turns to see the drummer smoking a cigarette while facing her.

"Lost something?" She asks, trying to hide the bottle behind her.

"I need it more than you do, believe me." Warren hands the opener to Jones who takes it in her hands. Waiting for him to continue, she opens it, pouring the liquid for both of them.

She takes a sip still silently, "Mind explaining? I will only share my wine if you have a decent reason."

Warren lets out a weak laugh, he takes a deep breath still afraid to access those intense feelings he had buried. "Eddie's sister, she's my fire." He downs his wine glass in one go, making Daisy startle. "She drives me crazy since the first fucking time I saw her, I just... I wasn't ready to face all this intensity that she brings out inside me. Not now, not ever."

Daisy laughs softly, she absorbs Rojas' words and strangely identifies. But maybe they were too high for that conversation. "So you're just going to avoid it, forever?"

"It's been working out so far." He shrugs, smiling as he refills his glass. "I'm not one to run away from things, quite the contrary, I love living everything. It's just that…"

She interrupts him, "It's so intense that it scares you, it's so strong... So strong that you feel like you're going to drown despite wanting to go with the wave." She completes, Warren is silent for a few seconds. "I suppose." She shrugs looking away.

"Well, your guess was strangely right." Warren sets his glass down on the table, taking a cigarette from his pocket and offers it to the redhead who declines, he takes one for himself. "And now Eddie has asked her to go on tour, I don't know if I can handle it."

"Is it that bad?" She asks but the drummer doesn't answer, she takes that as a yes. "Is she with anyone?"

"I don't know, I haven't known anything about her since we left Pittsburgh." He responds in a stiff manner. "But from what Eddie mentioned a few times, no."

Daisy frowns, as if hearing an insult "So what's the fucking problem?" She analyzed the features of his face, judging every line of expression.

"I don't know." He confesses, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "I don't know if I'm willing to risk that much."

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Warren knew deep down that he couldn't just brush off the intense emotions you stirred within him. You had always been the one who could penetrate his guarded exterior, effortlessly reaching the depths of his soul. But he couldn't let that vulnerability show. No, he had to hide it behind a veil of nonchalance and aloofness.

When Eddie dropped the bombshell that you would be joining them on tour, Warren's heart skipped a beat. He felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He wanted to convince himself that he was over you, that he had moved on, but the truth was that he had never quite shaken off the hold you had on him.

To shield himself from the intensity of his emotions, Warren chose a path of deliberate detachment. He decided to immerse himself in the company of groupies, surrounding himself with distraction and shallow encounters. He flirted, laughed, and engaged in casual hookups, all in an attempt to convince himself that he could replace the void you left.

But as Warren went through the motions of his charade, he couldn't escape the constant reminders of you. Every glance, every laugh, every touch sent a shockwave through his being. The presence of the groupies served as a mere distraction, a feeble attempt to drown out the longing he felt for you.

Deep down, Warren knew that no matter how hard he tried to deceive himself, he couldn't erase the memories and connection you had shared. Your absence had left an indelible mark on his heart, and no amount of casual encounters could fill the void you had left behind.

Unbeknownst to Warren, you were keenly aware of his attempts to mask his true feelings. You noticed the longing in his eyes, the way his voice faltered when you were near. It was clear to you that his actions were mere smoke and mirrors, a desperate camouflage for the overwhelming intensity you both shared.

As the tour progressed, Warren's facade began to crack. The shallow encounters with groupies started to lose their allure, as he yearned for something more meaningful and genuine. He realized that no one could ignite his soul quite like you did, that your connection transcended the superficiality of those fleeting encounters.

The more Warren tried to bury his feelings, the more they resurfaced with a vengeance. He found himself stealing glances at you, captivated by your presence and the way you effortlessly drew people in. It became increasingly apparent to him that he couldn't escape the magnetic pull you had on him, no matter how hard he tried.

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As you stepped into the radio reception, you were greeted by a vibrant atmosphere that pulsed with anticipation. The room hummed with lively conversations and the clinking of glasses, filling the air with an energy that ignited your senses.

Your eyes wandered across the hall, taking in the sight of journalists and industry professionals engaging in animated discussions. Their enthusiastic gestures and focused expressions revealed their eagerness to capture the essence of the band's presence.

The room was adorned with banners and posters, proudly displaying the logos of various radio stations. It felt like a maze of bustling activity, with tables set up for different media outlets, adorned with notepads, microphones, and recording devices. It was a visual reminder of the journalists' dedication to documenting every word and capturing the essence of the band's journey.

As you weaved through the crowd, you noticed the cameras positioned strategically, ready to capture candid moments and performances that would be immortalized through the lens. The stage, bathed in soft lighting, beckoned you with its magnetic aura, whispering promises of transformative experiences yet to come.

The room seemed to vibrate with a blend of nerves and excitement. Your heart quickened as you realized the significance of this moment, the realization that your presence here was an integral part of the band's story. The weight of the interviews and interactions hung in the air, intermingling with the melodies that reverberated in your soul.

"Hey, are you waiting for someone?" You hear a voice behind you, turning around you find a man with a charismatic smile on his face. He sits next to you.

"My brother and his band are doing an interview." You clarify, smiling sympathetically.

"Daisy Jones and the six?" He asks, you just nod. "The guys have become a rage, you must be proud."

"Prouder than ever." You confirm, and since then you have a conversation.

As you mingled in the radio reception, you couldn't help but notice a persistent presence. Jay, an overly confident and invasive individual, had taken a keen interest in you. His attempts at flirtation grew increasingly uncomfortable, making you feel trapped and uneasy.

Amidst the sea of conversations and laughter, Warren's watchful eyes caught sight of the unfolding situation. His protective instincts surged within him, fueled by a mixture of anger and concern. With each passing moment, his frustration intensified, unable to bear witnessing Jay's unwanted advances towards you any longer.

Determined to shield you from further discomfort, Warren swiftly made his way towards the two of you. The atmosphere shifted as he closed the distance, his presence commanding attention and respect. Without hesitation, he inserted himself into the conversation, his posture exuding a possessive aura.

"Hey mi amor, everything alright here?" As Warren stepped in, a surge of relief washed over you. "Who's your friend?"

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, "Not exactly a friend, love... He just sat there."

"Listen cabrón, I'm not a fucking idiot." Rojas whispers menacingly. "I swear to God, if you keep harassing her... I'll break your balls."

The intensity of Warren's protective act left no doubt about his intentions. He positioned himself firmly between you and Jay, effectively creating a barrier of safety. With a subtle yet forceful push, he made it abundantly clear to the man that his presence was no longer welcome.

You watched as Warren effortlessly steered you away from the uncomfortable encounter, leading you to a quieter corner of the reception. His actions spoke volumes, conveying both his determination to shield you from harm and the depth of his unresolved feelings.

In the aftermath of the encounter, Warren's protective act lingered in the air. The tension between you was palpable, the unspoken connection between you both now illuminated by the weight of the situation. It was a moment that revealed the complex intertwining of emotions, the undeniable bond that had endured throughout the years.

You look him straight in the eyes, "Thanks, you didn't have to…"

"I didn't do more than my duty." He cuts you off, the look in your eyes made him feel right at home.

"I just didn't think you'd do that." You shrug, looking away.

"I knew it wasn't going to take long for this to come up." He exclaims with a forced laugh. "You can't have a dialogue with me without throwing something in my face. I honestly can't stand you."

"Of course, it's always my fault." You roll your eyes, feeling that intensity wash over you."Be more creative Rojas, you always use the same speech."

"I fucking hate you." He whispers, hand in his pocket while he takes a long breath. Looking away from you, it was impossible for him to lie like that to you looking you straight in the eyes.

"Ah so that's it, you hate me?" You approach him, he doesn't move away, he just looks away. "Say it to my face then! I'm here listening to you…" You whisper, getting closer to him. Carefully you take the drummer's face, making him look at you. "You can't, right?"

As the tension and emotions intensified between you and Warren, the air crackled with anticipation. In that charged moment, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. With a mixture of longing and determination, he closed the gap between you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

The world seemed to fade away as your bodies leaned into each other, lost in the intensity of the moment. The kiss was a blend of pent-up desire, years of unspoken words, and a connection that refused to be ignored. It was a collision of longing and vulnerability, a confirmation of the undeniable chemistry that had always existed between you.

The weight of the moment lingered in the air as you both broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, realizing the depth of your unspoken desires. It was then that Warren, unable to deny the pull any longer, took your hand and led you through the place to a secluded warehouse, hidden from prying eyes.

Inside the dimly lit space, he locked the door behind you, creating a world where only the two of you existed. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he pulled you closer, his touch a mixture of gentleness and hunger. The warehouse walls seemed to contain the intensity that had built up over the years, allowing you both to explore the depths of your desires.

In that sacred space, your bodies came together, exchanging passionate kisses, exploring each other with a newfound urgency. The world outside ceased to exist as you surrendered to the sensations, losing yourselves in a dance of pleasure and connection. Every touch, every sigh, and every whispered word spoke volumes about the longing that had consumed you both.

As the flames of desire burned bright, there was a profound realization that this was more than a momentary release. It was a testament to the unbreakable bond that held you together, a recognition that you couldn't deny the depths of your connection any longer.

"I hate you for how you make me feel, you understand now?" he holds your face tenderly, looking deep into the paradise of your eyes.

"You make me crazy." You say between the kiss, Rojas smiles resting his forehead on yours. "I can't ignore what I feel for you anymore, and if you tell me you don't feel that way... I think I'm crazy."

Rojas lets out a muffled laugh, kissing you once more. "You're not crazy, there's something between us that we can't ignore. And believe me, I tried."

You roll your eyes and pat his arm lightly. "You are the log that keeps my fire alive, and I need you." He says.

"You have me." You smile, kissing him again. "Just don't lose me again, I assure you it won't be that easy to get me back."

In that moment, you both understood that this connection was no longer something to be pushed aside or denied. It was a force that had been waiting to be unleashed, a love that had endured against all odds. From that point forward, you embarked on a journey together, bound by a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

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unclefathersantateddy · 3 months

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what are your thoughts on teddy's relationship with his family and how they were abusive? what about his younger sister?? and his relationship with his ex wife where he was also abused by her 🤔 how do you think these affected his personality and relationships. sorry this is an English essay ass prompt but im genuinely curious lmao i love analyzing family history (obvs)

Light coming in with the big gun from the get-go!!! Hahaha thank you for a great question!!!

So from what we know about Teddy's mom, she's a bit of a Wild Card™. Likes to do what she wants, when she wants, isn't exactly your traditional grandma.

But given the majority of people become docile with age (rather than more adventurous), it stands to reason /why/ she waited until retirement to do all the things she enjoyed? Could that be why her and Teddy's dad always used to argue?

Teddy's age places his parents as either dating or hooking up around the 70s/80s. Assuming they've never left the US, this wasn't exactly a pinnacle time for women's rights.

So we have an oppressive timestamp, a turbulent relationship, and then an extinction burst (Teddy's mom doing ALL her interests in retirement) post-breakup.

These factors together connote that teddy's father may have been restrictive/disapproving of teddy's mother's interests, hobbies, passions - or may be indicative of teddy's father's disdain/nonchalance towards his wife in general. (I'm assuming they were married because 'merica). Which would be an apt representation of Boomer relationships, the whole "can't live with them, can't live without them" (totally healthy /s).

But on the flipside to a potentially controlling father, his mom IS a wild card lol. If she's still up to mad shit in retirement, WHAT was she into in her prime?? Was she Fully Unhinged™? Given her, "muchness" (for lack of better words), it stands to reason it may transfer as "feisty" or "fiery" during arguments with teddy's dad, so whilst his dad may have been authoritarian, his mom may have been inflammatory and antagonistic.

As for his sister GIVE HER SOME GD SCREEN TIME!!!!!!! WHO ARE DANA AND DAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanna see if she's exactly like Teddy or if she's his antithesis, are they both so interested in learning about the lives of every stranger they meet? That's beautiful bro. I hope so. I both want her to be an almost identical twin to teddy, and to look exactly like her bf Dan (like the Van Houtens in the Simpsons). I think I want Dana to have the spunkiness that teddy lacks. I love the "anxious older sibling, feral younger sibling" dynamics, like what Tina and Louise have. I want an episode where Teddy's in therapy talking to Dr Marjorie about his childhood whilst Dana's out back wrestling a bar fly for his teeth or smn. Same trauma but dealt with in VERY different ways. I need it!!!!!!!!! I deserve this!!!!!!!!! LOL.

Moving onto Denise, FUCK Denise. Fuck any single individual that makes you feel like you have to change your core sense of self in order to feel accepted and/or loved. You KNOW she's that slimy level of manipulative that easily gets her own way in every situation. The type that rarely gets called up but if you call them up everyone else around will take their side. The GOOD manipulators. Real piece of shit types. The type to push you so far into a corner you come out crazy. So crazy noone believes you and they all side with the charismatic one. (These people boil my soul into an angry black jus, I become one of the 4 biles). IIRC we don't even get a full line from her, I'm pretty sure she only says "teddy?" (But please correct me if that's false), but that's still enough to solidify her as a shithouse in my mind. Questioning his name like don't pretend you don't know or recognise him you shitcunt, he gave you so much of his life. Eat a dick.

As negative as all these experiences are, I do think they shaped teddy for the better! I mean, he is a lil anxious and awkward and doesn't have the best self-esteem/confidence. BUT, he's incredibly emotionally intelligent for an old white guy. He's SO full of love, for EVERYONE. Every single person he comes across or meets (as exampled by S12E4 Driving Big Dummy), he fundamentally enjoys experiencing. They're not just people to chat to, they are experiences to be had. They are characters you've never heard of to stories you've never read. His approach to people is polar opposite to how most of us perceive other people, most of us are like Bob, he doesn't /hate/ people, but he doesn't /like/ them either. Teddy DOES like other people, he REALLY likes other people, he put the work into his trauma so it didn't taint the rest of him. I'm not gonna speak on behalf of everyone with PTSD but I know for a lot of us we fester on our trauma and victimise ourselves, often resulting in self- alienation and isolation, teddy shows no sign of that. S8E5 Thanks-Hoarding picks up on teddy being a handyman so he can "fix" his parents relationship (simplifying), but it doesn't address the fact he is CONSTANTLY putting himself out there. Handymen are a word-of-mouth trade, to be a successful handyman you HAVE to put yourself out there. To meet new people is to be vulnerable, and to be vulnerable with PTSD is like a rabbit exposing its belly to an owl yknow? Throughout the entire show we see teddy consistently putting the work in. Into every part of his life, he's making the effort to improve his life. I know healthcare in the US is a privilege that only the capitalists can afford, but it is so refreshing to see an American go to therapy instead of just complaining about how much they need therapy lol (no judgment, again I appreciate it's a nigh impossible situation to escape).

Thank you for the incredibly stimulating question, light!! (Sorry if I didn't answer all the questions fully! Will edit or update later!🤍)

#bobs burgers #bob's burgers #teddy the handyman #uncle father santa teddy #bobs burgers headcanons #burger headcanons #burger analysis

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earlgreytea68 · 9 months

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Heaven, Iowa.. if ur willing/have the time! Would love to hear some thoughts 💜

I loooooove Heaven, Iowa. I know Pete says this is a song about drinking a screwtop bottle of wine and driving off a cliff, but this is a song about drinking a screwtop bottle of wine and being in love, and staying there, in your own little bubble. That's how I read this song. It's one of those classic FOB songs with classic Pete Wentz lyrics working on one level with a perfectly expected and stereotypical interpretation and simultaneously working on a whole other level that deepens and complicates the entire narrative of the song.

Okay, so, first, that opening line: 6 AM, Mulholland Drive, "Moonlight Sonata" and I. First of all, shut up, this is so evocative in so few syllables and it kills me. Second of all, as others have pointed out, it should grammatically be "Moonlight Sonata and me," probably, unless it's intended to be the beginning of a sentence, and that's actually how I read the whole first few lines, as cut-off sentences.

Moonlight Sonata and I --

(wait, hang on, let me try this again):

First movement, you and I and a screwtop bottle of wine --

The use of the pronoun "I" instead of "me" in those phrases implies the beginning of a sentence, but the end of the sentence never comes, you never hit a verb. To me, it's like the speaker is so full of feelings that they can't be articulated, he's speaking in snatches.

Also, "first movement" is so clever, hahaha, the first eleventy million times I listened to this song, I thought it was a clever Moonlight Sonata reference, you know, first movement of the Moonlight Sonata, and then I wrote that fic based on these lyrics and Pete's sitting in the car in the fic debating making the first move and I suddenly was like, "omg first movement," like, it can also be making the first move required, who makes it, you and I and a screwtop bottle of wine will help move things along. Ugh, he's so smart about such silly little things like that all the time.

ANYWAY, then you come to honestly the sexiest image on the whole album: "I've unspooled on the floor." Ugh Pete. This always makes me think of the whole meme about how bisexual people can't sit in chairs normally. Pete totally would just sprawl out on the floor while he drinks wine. (I often write Pete sitting on the floor on my fics and now you're going to notice that, now that I've said it.) Also, though, "unspooled" is just a great poetic word there, you have an exact image of falling-apart-ness and letting-go-ness that no other word would have achieved. It connotes the unraveling of something that is ordinarily tightly wound -- that is supposed to be tightly wound -- and the unraveling causes a special kind of tangled mess, but also a loose sense of release.

"I feel so A Star Is Born" is a lot, given the plot about discovering and encouraging an incredibly talented, younger singer by a person who's already kind of a big shot. So there's that. Also the fact that Pete when writing these lyrics was around the same age as the Bradley Cooper character in the film, which makes this line feel about wondering about reputational decline and artistic legacy (which Pete thinks a lot about in his lyrics, anyway, but never in quite as tragic terms as this). The "would you read my eulogy" line fits with that "Star Is Born" reference: I'm not worth it, but will you tell everyone good things about me when I'm gone? Which also connects to: Tell me when the party ends, will you still love who I am? WHICH ALSO, in the mythology of Fall Out Boy, is a weighted metaphor anyway. In Pete lyrics, the party is often life, with the afterlife taking the place of the afterparty, so this can be another death reference. But also, inevitably parties ending make you think about "Where Did the Party Go?," and so then this becomes a hiatus reference: "When everything is stripped away and it's just us, do you still love me then?"

"I will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me," is just a straight-up line from a love song, which is important, because to me this entire song is a love song, and that line betrays it so very clearly. The speaker is never, ever alone in this song, there is constantly a "you and I," someone to kiss his cheek, someone to read his eulogy, someone there after the party ends. (Even when there's not a someone, there's the Moonlight Sonata still with him, and I'll get to that later.)

The chorus is "Scar-crossed lovers." I've seen people talk about how emo and goth an image that is, and I get it. The "scar" reference seems like it makes it emo-er than the usual saying, which is "star-crossed." So on one level, sure, how Pete Wentz to turn the word "star" into "scar," of course, once an emo, always an emo, etc. But I actually think changing "star" to "scar" converts a hopeless saying into a hopeful one. Because "star-crossed lovers" means lovers who can't hold it together. The original star-crossed lovers were Romeo and Juliet. Certainly not a happy ending for them. But these in this song are not star-crossed lovers. They are scar-crossed. Scars are actually healing. They are the body's kintsugi, to use a reference from another song. If you've got a scar, sure, it means you've been through something, but what it really means is you got through it. You came out the other side and you healed. These are not lovers who can't get it together. These are lovers who came out on the other side of the apocalypse.

The same multi-layered meaning exists in the next line: "I'm checking myself out forever." Sure, on one level, this sounds negative: I am gone, I'm leaving. But the thing is: What is he leaving? It's actually not entirely clear. I don't think it's the relationship he's leaving. I think it's the rest of the world. And not in a bad and depressing way. He's like, "Look, I have found something real here. You see all this nonsense, all this chaos, all this drama? I am checking myself out of all of this forever." This goes nicely with the next line: "I'm saving this all for later," which can also be read on two levels, one being, "I'm checking out of this nonsense, I'll deal with it later, I'm staying in my bubble with my love." Another being, "I am here in this bubble with my love and I am going to remember every second of this." After all, "save for later" means something you want to make sure you return to. That line, "Here we are untouched forever" also supports a positive reading of the relationship. It could be read as, "Now we no longer exist, we are only enduring in my memory," but...nowhere in the song does that seem true of this relationship. The relationship is very present throughout the song. When he says "here we are untouched forever," I think he's talking about this bubble he's retreated into, away from the rest of the world.

And that reading goes into the second verse, too, where he refers to himself as being "gone like this." This could be read as really dark, given the Star Is Born reference. But it could also be read as: I have checked out of everything and I am holed up with my love and just everyone wait to see how much they're going to miss how much I was doing and holding together. "Talking to the mirror," (I am the invisible man...) -- "Half your life you've been hooked on death." This seems like an obvious reference to Pete Wentz's reputation, but it's in quotes, like he's quoting other people, like he's telling himself, reminding himself what people think of him. Because that's not who he is.

This last bit of the second verse is so fascinating to me. "Twice the dreams, but half the love, be careful what you bottle up, the chemistry is a mess it seems," these are all negative images and negative lines, warnings and self-recriminations. And then there's that unexpected "But me, I'm still a sunbeam." Patrick is usually the sun in Pete's lyrics, the sun is usually something outside of Pete. How shocking and strange for Pete to suddenly write that he's the sunbeam, and for Patrick to give it a melodic flourish to boot. That could be Patrick giving that to him: "Don't worry about your chemistry, you're definitely loved." BUT, it could also be Pete finally, finally internalizing what Patrick says to him all the time: "YOU'RE the sunbeam. It isn't me. It doesn't matter how you feel like you're too much, it doesn't matter how much you feel like you bottle up, it doesn't matter how much you feel like a mess, you're still amazing, you're still a sunbeam." Ugh, the amount of healing in this song. Scar-crossed, indeed. The bridge could be read as flipped, from Patrick's perspective, and that works, but, tbh, that bridge can also be read as Pete closing his eyes inside the bubble he's created with his love, and there's darkness in this, but the love's glow is right there, so soothing, leading him home, a beacon. When Pete closes his eyes and shuts the rest of the world out -- there, there's the glow, giving him that little shove he needs to keep going: Shake things up, see what comes down, write another album with me, send me some words, we've got this.

This song rises to unbelievable heights by the end of it, like, it is sonically overwhelming, but then it loops around to the same soft rhyme as the beginning, Patrick crooning once again. It begins and ends with the speaker and music. In the end, the thing that has always been there for them: the music.

Also, the fact that Moonlight Sonata is the reference is so interesting in the context of Patrick being the sun in Pete's lyrics. If Patrick is the sun, that makes Pete the moon, catching his reflected glory. Moonlight Sonata, indeed.

This song is full of yearning, but at no point do I feel sad for this guy. He's gonna be okay. His love is right there with him when the party ends.

#peterick #fall out boy #fob

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mama-scarebear · 3 months

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I used to mostly just like to get immersed in the more cutesy sides of my kinks, but your posts are making me want the more embarrassing and extreme parts more and more as well 😳

There's a balance to strike between the extreme and embarrassing and the cutesy sweet that this dynamic offers. I'm glad I can make you discover some latent desires that seem to have been bubbling away under that adorable little baby exterior. I do say that I'm not much of a regression Mommy but I do respect its space. I know it's important and inevitable that a lot of little ones will just be little babies without any sexual connotations. Luckily though I can still derive enjoyment during those times even if it's just my hand or wand doing the heavy lifting hahaha. All that said though I'm very happy to hear you embracing your filthy little pervert side sweetie. Makes my heart all warm and fluttery

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misforgotten2 · 5 months

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Santa's evil twin Satan Claus recommends giving a loved a pen for Christmas. "Aahh hahaha suckers."

(BTW I hate the term "gifting", it is a totally useless and pretentious neologism. If you can't tell the difference between "giving" in a positive or negative connotation contextually then you are a moron)

Reader's Digest December 1971

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“Systemic Approach (Part Two),” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #64.

Writer: Mat Groom; Penciler and Inker: Caio Majado; Colorist: Pete Pantazis; Letterer: Joe Sabino

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Avengers Unlimited #Avengers Unlimited Infinity Comic #Moon Knight comic #latest release #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Jake Lockley #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Marc we need a direct quotation from Jake for the full connotation come on don’t paraphrase #and this made me reevaluate some biases about Cap’s character I hadn’t realized that I had been holding hahaha #because while this is very much a Moon Knight plan (‘why dodge the electricity when you can just take it head on?’)#I hadn’t expected Steve to go along with it quite so easily #but then I remembered ‘naw Steve’s definitely not adverse to taking some risks’ askdhsjs #and furthermore I think it’s just further proof that Steve trusts the Moon Knight system #something that I will infinitely treasure #lastly I now have a vested interest in if the Spector household discussed Cap’s WWII adventures #if Marc and Randall in any way grew up admiring Captain America #Cap has also been added to my short list of characters I would like to see Marc box against (Daredevil being the other short-lister hahaha)

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Between Us Episode 4 Commentary and Review

For those that haven't read my other reviews. They can be found here. It's right underneath the UWMA reviews. In previous posts, I talk about how Win is possessive but not jealous. There is a difference, and I explain that here. Let me say that for those who are new to me. I am a kinkster, and I write from a kinkster perspective. This is, of course, artwork so it can be viewed differently by other people. However, I will say that kinksters don't hold some of the negative connotations that most view in vanilla relationships. So yes, my perspective tends to be vastly different.

Let's begin! I'm super excited while also nervous. WinTeam have amazing communication skills except for when they don't. I love this brother dynamic so much.

Honestly, this is exactly how my siblings and I act. Grown up? What the fuck is that when a sibling is around?! Well apparently, Win. 🤣🤣🤣 Gamer Bro gives me only child vibes more than the oldest. Win is more like the oldest. Ahh, there is the big brother coming out. It's in there just well hidden.

Is anybody else thinking about a certain Daddy scene? No, just me? 👀

T-Rex, if you haven't figured it out yet, you are an idiot. There has got to be something behind those fierce eyebrows. Apparently not. Congratulations, you've won the white crayon award. As in, he is not the brightest crayon in the box.

Awww, baby bro. You can be anything you want cause Win will make sure of it. They are cute, but damn is sunshine happy. Damn your younger brother knows more about love than you. You might know sex buddy, but you don't know intimacy. Listen to tiny bro. HAHAHA! Okay, sunshine is perceptive. I love it! And omg, the acting!! The way Win suddenly looks like he has been gobsmacked.

The alphabet gang. Um, was he expecting him to come? I thought we all knew he wouldn't. Oh, but he did come, and you guys owe your buddy an apology. There are so many side couples, though. Damn.

A locker full of drinks. That's more romantic than most guys actually get. I like it. Then, back to the group project. Bee is like bitches get out. Bee got one thing on his mind and it's a certain Prince. His crush is so obviouse.

Back to Team. Then to Win. Then back to Team. I'm getting whiplash, guys. Oh no, nightmares again. Win you might be upset now, but not for long. Sure enough, not for long.

Tell us how you really feel Win. They already have sides of the bed. I love it. Ugh, I'm gutted. Look at that gentle touch and the arms open. He's asking. It's completely up to Team, but he's asking because he know Team needs it but won't ask. The soft smiles from them both. One is looking forward to holding the other, and the other is looking forward to finally having a good night's sleep. They both found comfort in each other. For different reasons, but they've found it.

Win like, I'll be your wife, husband, and daddy, but I'll be damned if I'm your mom. FYI, for an amazing read about why the intimate verbiage from Team to Win is so important, check out @notfreetoday and @ellaspore posts. Both can be found on the Coconuts Mafia side blog.

Look how soft Win is when he is with his brothers and Team. Not just anyone gets this side of him. Not even his close friends. That should tell you that Win has long since chosen Team even if he himself hadn't completely realized it. Team is me after a night of drinking. Crawl on the floor and totally excited about food. Now notice that Team brings up his mom and Pharm cooking for him, and that smile never leaves Win's face. Jealousy is not there.

Win is doing everything he can to extend the time he has with Team. That smile never left his face because the time he does have with him is precious to him. Team is just as into the time they have together. Look at him talking about a movie tonight. He himself extended their time.

Win is having to work hard to get Team on the back of that bike. Team isn't an adrenaline junkie; he knows too much the consequences of that. He likes steady and steadfast. He craves security. Hai used the magic words, though. He said, "Trust me and come on." See how easily Team gives in. He is a brat through and through. He isn't happy about it, but he respects his Dom so fine. "Please drive slow, though."

Win won because he got those arms securely wrapped around him. OMG, I love the casual touches. The arm over the shoulder. The natural intimacy. The way Team says Hia and gently pulls on the back of his shirt. I know that a lot of people are thinking of this as whining, but please note that a lot of Doms like to be addressed. That's what you do when you put the name or title first. It's hard to explain. Think of it as a letter, how you address a letter. To whom it may concern or the name. It's addressing, showing respect before just going into dialogue. Now, from my understanding of some kinksters on here, that is not as prevalent everywhere as it is where I am from. I do feel that is actually what Team is doing here with Win, though. A reminder of, yes, I recognize that you and I have a more intimate tie than most.

Yes, Win he digested all his breakfast. A lot of energy was put into holding onto you on that bike. Ahhhh, look at that naturalness again. Team just grabs Win's hand without issue, and Win naturally lets him.

Team is such a foodie. Don't stop him Win, for a foodie like Win it's an act of love. HAHA, you are all equal, huh? Team, you're an idiot. Why would Win care about how girls think of him. Win sets him straight, though, letting him know it doesn't matter what girls think of him. Yesssssss, and he fed him the shrimp. Look how happy Team is. Sharing food with a foodie is the ultimate act of love. Guys, I'm telling you. Food is its own love language. It engages the senses and creates a connection. When words are hard to use, it's an easy way to express oneself.

"I thought you wanted to go grocery shopping. Why aren't you buying anything." 🤣🤣🤣 He just wanted time with you, Team.

Looks are subjective girls!!! Please stop knocking yourself down. Yes, Phreuk, come cheer. Oh, look at that gentle hand to Menow's back. Ahhhh, so cute. I love all the little detailed touches!!!! I adore Phreuk. They are cute. I'm dying. That was smooth, dude. Don't even ask, just tell. Wait, who was arguing with me that Phreuk doesn't have it in him to be Dom???? Did you see that move. I am cackling. So cute!

Here comes the possessiveness. Win isn't jealous of who Team is on the phone with. He is possessive of their time together. This is his time. Then he sees that Team is looking up movies, and they are back on track. I'm dying over the product placement of Iqiyi while I'm watching iqiyi.

I love Win's "The audacity of this Bitch" face. 🤣🤣🤣 Even I'm laughing at you Win. Yeah, you are still cool but maybe not right now.

Team is totally taking advantage of this, and I love him for it. Team is having fun, but you can tell he cares for Win. He changes the channel and easily agrees to keep it to himself. Then Win flashes back to talking to his little brother, and we get this beautiful sequence of love and adoration.

Thank you, Ray of Sunshine! Again, with the casual touches and shared joy.

Ha! Win got Team back on the bike. Win wants to know if Team is used to the bike yet. Team brings up girls again, and Win is not understanding. See you guys, Team IS jealous. He is not secure in the knowledge that Win is his. Now, he could recognize this as a negative emotion and push those feelings down. The healthiest thing to do, though, is exactly what he is doing. Bringing them out into the open to be addressed. He isn't starting a fight, and he isn't accusing Win of anything. He is telling him what everyone says. Win says, "How can he help what other people think?" This isn't an unhealthy conversation. It's a healthy one because emotions are not getting bottled up.

T-Rex, are you trying to die.

Conversations goes right back to where it was with a lot of misunderstandings cleared up. See, intense but not unhealthy. They both walked away from that conversation happy.

The sub trio!!! Each of them teasing why having their own secrets. Run Pharm Run!

Dom trio!!! Look at you calling people out, Win. HAHAHAHA! Love Deans response. Oh, you wanna bring someone extra. 🤣🤣🤣 I love the fact that all of them went for kids from the same friend group!

Ohhh, they got questions about Team. Back off, you can't stop Win. Good, you told him you trust him. I really like that despite Dean being Win's bestie, he is a good guy. He cares about doing the right thing and being a good person. He isn't gonna just side with Win because he is his friend.

"That's how our relationship started." "You started that way but how are you going to end?" "I don't know, but whatever we have right now it is already good." Ugh, how is Team gonna take that. He doesn't look so happy. He missed win saying it wasn't just about the sex and basically admitting he is head over heels.

When in doubt, head to your bestie. Ahh, what is love question. Team says that everything Pharm is describing can be attributed to friendships as well. Including theirs. Pharms says yes, but there are no feelings of possessiveness. 👀👀👀 Oh gee, who could have said something similar. 👀👀👀 hmmmmm. "Because you want to possess him." 👀👀👀

That face of Win's. Dead. But notice how Win waits until he is acknowledged. He doesn't but in to interrupt Teams time with Pharm. He can tell they are having a conversation. When he is acknowledged, he moves towards team, telling him, "Let's go home." Team agreeing but not moving fast enough so Win grabs him by the hand to take him away. I'm sure there will be some of you that think this is jealousy and you are wrong. It's possessiveness. Notice how Win tells Pharm that Dean will be out in a few minutes and how Pharm is smiling because he knows that this is Win being possessive. Win knows Pharm is Dean's. It's just that now it's his time with Team, and he is possessive of his alone time. Remember, Win isn't used to having something that is ALL his. And he doesn't desire to keep Team all to himself but be damned if he doesn't savor those moments when he does get him all to himself.

Win is gone. Gone.

We know why you like the bike Win. You ain't fooling, nobody.

OMG, this was such a good episode. And the side story!! So cute!!! I don't care that it was a promotion. It was adorable. Hope you guys enjoyed it as well 💜💜💜 As always, this is dedicated to my amazing followers and the Coconuts Mafia.

#between us the series #between us #win x team #winteam #between us kink #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

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