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leaderwonim · 3 months

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smart, sexy, lacy, i’m losing it lately.

pairing. student!yang jungwon x student!fem!reader

summary. jungwon has always hated you, right from the start. you were too nice, too smart for your own good, and lately—you’ve been starting to get too pretty for yang jungwon to handle.

author’s note: HAPPY BDAY YANG JUNGWON WOOOOO here’s a post dedicated to my bias, the loml. this fic is entirely based off of olivia’s song “lacy”, one of my favorites off her guts album!

Yang Jungwon thought you were the most insufferable person he met. Not only were you overly nice, but you were so smart that you got the highest scores unlike bitter Jungwon who always managed to score second place.

“I’m losing it,” Jungwon whispers underneath his breath as he lifts his paper up into the air. A big red 99 was scribbled on top of his paper.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset.” Sunghoon, a friend of Jungwon’s, took a seat next to the mess of a boy who was currently ruffling his hair in stress. “A 99 is good Wonie!”

“No it’s not,” he mumbles, placing his head against the table. “No it’s not. Song Y/N managed to get a 100 again.”

Almost as if the universe knew Jungwon was talking about you, you passed by the two boys, waving a quick hello to Sunghoon.

“Don’t wave back.” Jungwon mumbles, lifting his head up slightly to glare at Sunghoon.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon whines, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know why you hate her, she’s a sweetheart.”

“Look at her,” Jungwon mutters in disgust as he finally straightens his posture to look at you. “God’s favorite child—Song Y/N. Those stupid ribbons in her hair make me want to barf.”

Sunghoon doesn’t say it, but he’s ultimately very concerned for Yang Jungwon. He’s known the boy for years and it confuses him on why he hates you so much. You have been nothing but nice to the both of them since freshman year of high school.

“Why do you care so much Won?”

“I don’t.”

It’s a lie, one that Sunghoon detects from a mile away.

Yang Jungwon cares. He cares a lot. He lets his hatred of you take over his life, and it leaves him feeling miserable.

When Yang Jungwon walks into creative writing, his favorite class of the day, he is hit by the overwhelming smell of your perfume.

He’s practically memorized it by now because everytime it’d come into his presence, his nose would flare up and his body would tense. Vanilla and macadamia, of course you’d wear something like that.

You probably don’t notice—or at least Jungwon hopes you don’t notice—but he’s always staring at you, quickly looking away when you make eye contact. Sometimes, he’d huff under his breath about how ridiculous you look with your ponytail, even though Yang Jungwon knows it looks adorable on you.

Being around you was like sweet torture in the young brunette’s eyes.

“Jungwon!” You say as you make your way to him on one afternoon. “Congratulations on making it as class secretary! I knew you could do it!”

Jungwon bites the inside of his cheek, not expecting your input.

You’re too nice. You’re way way too nice to him. He thinks.

“Thanks.” He clears his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Although you were complimenting him, it felt like bullets piercing through his skin.

“I dyed my hair, do you like it?” You give him a smile, oblivious to the current crisis that Yang Jungwon was going through.

You did dye your hair. It was a bright blonde now, kind of reminding him of Regina George, you know—minus the bitch part.

“It’s… okay.” He mutters. “Listen Y/N, I have a lot of work, do you mind?”

You shake your head quickly, muttering out a small apology before taking off to find your friends.

Yang Jungwon wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but you looked dazzling in your newly dyed hair. You looked like Bardot reincarnated, and Yang Jungwon was so fucked because he knew that he couldn’t escape you wherever he’d go.

It was almost as if you were made out of Angel dust.

“Are you out to get me?” Yang Jungwon slams his hand on your table, jolting you from your work.

“What are you talking about?” You say, still putting on a smile despite being confused.

“Are you out to get me?” Jungwon feels out of breath now that he’s all up close and personal to you. “You poison everything I do!”

“What do you mean?” You frown, the feeling of sadness suddenly seeping over you. “Jungwon?”

“You know that I just loathe you lately? Do you Song Y/N?” Jungwon looks away in distress, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “My mind, it’s like I can’t get you out of it, and I don’t know what to do. I hate you—I swear I do—but I don’t know anymore! My mind practically worships you Song Y/N!”

Jungwon’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s said too much, especially when he comes in contact with your face that’s bright red in shock.

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have—”

“Jungwon, it’s okay.” You take his hands into yours, rubbing it comfortingly. “I kind of knew for a while, Sunghoon told me. I know all these feelings must be confusing but you know I’m here for you regardless.” You smile at him. “I like you Yang Jungwon.”

Jungwon’s mouth goes dry, and for the first time, he can’t think of anything to insult you with. “I.. I like you too Song Y/N.”

“Finally.” Sunghoon emerges suddenly from behind you two, making Jungwon gasp in shock.

“Yah! Don’t do that hyung!” Jungwon complains, hands still holding on tightly to yours.

“Sorry, had to get my two favorite kids together.”

Yang Jungwon wasn’t sure of many things, but he was sure of 2. One: he liked you a lot, and two: he was definitely going to kill Park Sunghoon for telling you everything.

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hearts4hughes · 8 months

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lacy | mark estapa

( mark estapa x fem!reader )

a/n: i know i should be working on my bday celly, but this song has been stuck in my head since i first heard it. olivia so perfectly captured the feeling of insecurities within girls and others. this is sooo short and it’s devastating writing mark angst, but i had to write something for this song!

warnings: mentions of being insecure, being led on, no part two!

Lacy, oh, Lacy

Skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?

Dear angel Lacy

Eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I’m not doin' well?

the bar was loud- so loud it hurt your head. then again, maybe it was also the result of the countless drinks you’d lost track of, each one seemingly going down easier than the last.

why had you agreed to go there? why had you agreed to torture yourself?

just a week ago mark had his arm around you. he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, giving you the impression he wanted more than to just be best friends. yet he never acted on it, never followed through. so you waited on this confusing limbo. you didn’t know what you were waiting for- perhaps for your crush on your best friend to magically disappear or for him to finally act on all those mixed signals.

now, mere days later, he had his arm around her- treating her as he had just treated you. his arm rested comfortably around her waist. their height difference made him have to lean down to whisper in her ear, just as he had done with you. and he looked at her with those unmistakable heart eyes. you wanted to believe that she had lured him in with some siren song, or maybe cast a spell on him, but you didn’t believe in magic. that’s why lacy almost didn’t seem real. she was impossibly perfect.

her long, blonde hair was tied back with delicate pink ribbons, matching with her adorable slip dress. but when you wore pink, it washed out all of your features, leaving you feeling less then feminine. with lacy, it was different. pink accentuated her plump red lips and those piercing blue eyes of hers. she embodied femininity in every way.

why couldn’t you look like that?

Smart, sexy Lacy

I'm losin’ it lately

I feel your compliments like bullеts on skin

Dazzling starlet

Bardot reincarnate

Wеll, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

you were jolted as she gracefully moved away from mark and headed in your direction. she sent you the sweetest smile, showing off her pearly white teeth. it was the kind of smile that could uplift anyone that was lucky enough to see it.

“oh my goodness, you look like an actual goddess!” she complimented, her eyes filled with sincerity and awe. there was no devilish undertone or hidden agenda in her words, so why did it feel like bullets against your skin?

you smiled in return, yet it didn’t reach your eyes. “speaking of looking like a goddess, darling, that’s you.” you replied with sincerity, even though the gnawing feeling in your stomach hinted otherwise.

“thank you so much, cutie! i channeled my inner bardot with this look.” she said, though she didn’t need to channel anyone. she was a modern-day brigitte bardot herself. “anyways, catch you later; i’m going to get drinks for mark and me.” she beamed, planted a sweet kiss on your cheek, and strutted off to the bar.

you wanted so desperately to find a flaw, to mock her in some way, but it was impossibly- she was genuinely one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met, and it left you conflicted, torn between admiration and insecurity.

you couldn’t do this. you couldn’t sit here praying on the downfall of her and mark’s relationship. it was time to accept the painful truth: you were just a pawn in his game, leading him to her- his queen. your trembling fingers found their way to the heart pendant necklace around your neck, and with a determined tug, you broke the clasp. gazing at it in your palm, you remembered how mark got it for you for your one year ‘friendiversary’. what once was such a special piece of jewelry, was now a mockery of your failed relationship.

tears welled up in your eyes as you stomped over to mark. he didn’t notice you were next to him until you shoved his shoulder. he looked at you with confusion as you opened his hand, shoving the golden pendant within it.

“what’s going on?” he asked, peering down at the necklace. “why are you giving this to me?” foolish was the only word that could describe him.

“i can’t be friends with you anymore, mark. you’re tearing me apart and i don’t even think you notice it.” you confessed, tears streaming down your face. his eyes were laced with hurt. what had he done to lose his best friend?

“y/n-”

“no, don’t say anything!” you snapped, your breath hitching in your throat. “you don’t get to say anything after what you did to our friendship. you ruined it! you’re the one who ruined it.” your words were slurred, fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins.

he didn’t respond or ask for clarification; you both knew exactly what had been done to ruin such a solid connection.

as the weight of your confession hung in the air, you turned away from who once was your world, leaving him behind with the heart pendant in his open palm. there was a whirlwind of emotions coursing through you- pain, anger, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal.

pushing through the crowd, you made your way to the exit. lacy waved you bye, clueless of what had just happened.

you stepped out of the bar into the darkness. tears clung to your lashes, but you didn’t let them fall. your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you ignored it- too nervous that you’d see mark’s contact picture staring back at you.

and you left, leaving everything you once cared about behind you; leaving that cruel chapter of your life in the darkness of the open night.

Lacy, oh, Lacy

It's like you're out to get me

You poison every little thing that I do

Lacy, oh, Lacy

I just loathe you lately

And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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FORST OFF CONGRATS ON A HUNDER LARI THATS AMAZING

SECOND OFF IM GOING TO STOP WRITING IN ALL CAPS NOW

third off, i’d love to see your take on remus and the song lacy by olivia rodrigo

<3 love u and ur writing !!!!

lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble

remus + olivia rodrigo's lacey (I feel your compliments like bullets on skin; dazzling starlet, bardot reincarnate; well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?)

the three times remus wanted to confess; and the one time he did.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭

he has a plan. he has a speech. he spent his whole weekend thinking of it, thinking of the right words to say. he needed you to know how sweet you were, how your smile made his heart physically hurt and how his fingertips burnt every time he touched your skin. you needed to know he dreamed of your perfume even though it made him dizzy when you were close. and how his thoughts were flooded with your face, your voice, your eyes.

he was drowning, you were the sea, he wasn't a good swimmer.

he brought you flowers, your favorites, surely you never told him that, he just knew. your hands went to his waist, pulling him in a hug as you softly thanked him for the beautiful gift. his heart literally dropped, what if you didn't love him back?

he would never be able to feel your arms around him like that again if he fucked it up by bringing his crush up; it would be better to just forget the whole plan. so he did.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭

your lips curl as the tip of your pencil taps annoyingly quickly to the table, his voice calm as you nod repeatedly, making sense of what he was explaining to what you had to do in your paper.

remus feels like he's going to die when you smile and glue your lips to his cheek, "thank you, remmy, it makes so much more sense now. you're a wonderful teacher." wonderful. he's going to remember that. he tries to respond, tries to tell you you're the wonderful one. that your compliments made him feel alive, that he mostly didn't believe in himself but every time you showed him how much you did... he wanted to too.

but instead he just shrugs, tells you it's easy for him to explain it because he had to spend a lot of time trying to understand it as well. he wasn't particularly smart, just had some patience. but he wanted to tell you you're the smart one, the smartest, that opposite to him, you just lacked the patience. but you were brilliant, having someone like you apparently think so highly of him keeps him awake at night and wakes him up at morning. he just asks if you needed help with anything else, though.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭

you're his date and his palms are sweaty. you asked him to come with you, going to a wedding alone seemed awfully pathetic and you surely didn't want to get the sad looks and the pity smiles from your cousins because you were single. his tie matched the petit bow in your hair and he can't even savor the sweets from the reception as his stomach twirls around and your family asks him questions and tells him about his eyes and how polite and handsome he is.

some older woman whispers to you that you're lucky, because of him. remus pretends not to hear it but it's the most precious thing he has ever heard in his life even if it isn't true. he's the lucky one to be there.

by the end of the night you're both tipsy and slow dancing to some random song, he's holding your heels behind your back and you're close to him he never wants to leave. he wants to kiss you. to slow dance with you like that every single day.

but he's a coward and when you look into his eyes and he sees everything he loves about you, he can't speak, his friends tell him to just confess, but how can he when you're an angel and he's just some guy?

so he just smiles.

it's torture.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ ⁭

a girl talks to him so eagerly, her hand touching his arms as if they know each other. maybe they do. he's smiling at her, so earnestly, doesn't look annoyed at all. maybe he's not. your eyes follow every movement, jealousy wasn't kind, it was a bitter lonely bitch, and it had been enjoying your company for a while now.

"who's that?" the first words you tell him as he approaches, you could lie and pretend you tried not to sound spiteful, but you did. remus tells you she's a friend. you make a face and that one wasn't planned.

he knows you too well, you're annoyed, upset. he's not sure why, so he insists on asking, at first he promised to buy you sweets if you told him, bumping his shoulder to yours. but when you refuse his lips turn, actually worried.

"hey, did i do something wrong? are you mad at me? because i—" he looks from you to the floor quickly, chuckling at how pathetic he must sound right now, "don't think i could handle if you were."

you're quick to correct yourself, you're not mad, at all, "just figured you'd tell me if you... you know, started seeing someone." your fingers seem more interesting now than the weight of your words, afraid to look at him because if you did he would know, and that was too embarrassing.

remus was ecstatic though, you were... jealous. of him. he could be wrong, but your mannerisms were too alike his when he saw you with someone. he pulls you to him, his hands cupping your face and making you look at him.

he searches for answers in your eyes before he tries doing anything that could ruin this, "you would know if i was seeing someone." he notices the way your eyes tried avoiding his gaze, disappointed. his answer.

he kisses you, no words necessary, no confession, no flowers. you kiss him back knowingly, as his taste invaded your senses you felt stupid for doubting he would love you. he was perfectly made for you, it is the most obvious thing as his hands reach your waist to pull you closer.

remus pulls away only an inch as is lungs begged for air, his eyes not leaving yours, "love, i think i'm seeing someone." you laugh at his awful joke and kiss him again, glad your tiny jealousy had been worth something beyond embarrassment.

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the-record · 8 months

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lacy.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

synopsis: abby and angel through pictures

pairing: musician!abby x reader

warnings: none!

a/n: super simple no plot just cuties, will have smthn else soon!

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell? Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies Did I ever tell you that I'm not doin' well?

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Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time Watching, hidden in plain sight And ooh, I try, I try, I try But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere The sweetest torture one could bear

a_anderson

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Smart, sexy Lacy, I’m losin’ it lately I feel your compliments like bullets on skin Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate Well, aren’t you the greatest thing to ever exist?

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jessesucks if u look closely, you can see me sobbing in angels hood

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Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me You poison every little thing that I do Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

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a_anderson the things u do to me. i love you so much my angel. thank you for these past years, i cant wait to spend the rest of mine along side you. my girl 🫶

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waitmyturtles · 6 months

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BLUBBERING SPOILERS BELOW FOR I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR, EPISODE 12/FINALE:

YEAH. SO. YEAH. SO!

This can't be meta. I don't think I can conjure it. Just blather. I'll try to be sensible. First, a little housekeeping before we start the meeting:

We know there will be a special episode (the preview looks..... LIKE A GODDAMN HOLIDAY GIFT, GAAAAHHH).

Peeps are going back and forth on a second season, and while it seems that Nonkul Chanon blurted it out during the final episode fan meeting (lol you cute, Nonkul), Tee Bundit is rolling back a bit, *likely* due to funding. But seeing social media going absolutely INSANE over this ending, I can't imagine that Dee Hup will have any issue with finding the moolah for a second season -- especially after that after-credits scene, WITH HORSES, WITH MUSTACHES, WITH TATTOOS, WITH ARMOR, the whole thang. Tee let that shit hang all out like that. Warrior-era Thailand, let's m'fing go. That was a hell of a lead into a second season that may not happen, come awn.

Alright, with that out of the way:

I didn't think a show would top Moonlight Chicken for me this year, but IFYLITA is my top new drama of the year (with the HEAVY CAVEAT that I have not seen La Pluie yet -- that's for either after my Old GMMTV Challenge, or just making sure I watch it before year's end).

Part of the reason why I lost my gatdamn mind last week on episode 11 is that Tee Bundit did not interfere with any damn nonsense last week -- he let the episode's story unwind without any noise. He let the emotion roll.

The same light touch (or rather, a lack of interference) happened here, BUT: there was a LOT more happening firstly by way of closing some loops that were open, moving to new loops, and shedding more depth into Jom and Yai's final moments together

We got closure on Yai's dad, who was grumpily like, uhhh, I dunno what happened in my life, but yeah, daughter Eaung Peang, you go have a good life with Maey, crotchety crotch. I think that's the best we could get from politically involved dads of 1928 Chiang Mai. (EP AND MAEY SWINGING THEIR HANDS WHILE WALKING AWAY -- SAAAHHSHAY FROM ALL THAT, LADIES, SASHAY.) It looks like EP's herbal abortion left her safe -- thank goodness. We didn't see James or Ming this episode.

For loops that weren't closed, I'm not complaining, because we got an explanation for how Jom's beloved ones will repeat in his reincarnated futures and pasts, through the explanation of the northern Thai ceremony of having 32 blessings reinstated to you after illness or misfortune (THREE CHEERS for @blmpff for capturing screenshots of this explanation!). (AND THE WHITE THREAD, PEEPS, THE WHITE THREAD, I'm coming back to this in a second.) If we do get a season 2, then I will not be colored surprised if we see Ming and James in different roles. (And, yes. Your bitch here has relaxed on Pat's shooter, finally. My nose was trained on James being a colonialist interferer, but he did good last episode.)

But this episode belonged, of course, to Yai and Jom, their final moments together in 1928 Chiang Mai, saying the slow farewell as Jom slowly disappeared in front of Yai's eyes.

LORD. WHEWWWWWWWWWWWWW. The lacy fabric with which Yai used to cover the mirrors so that Jom wouldn't see himself fade away. The empathy of that. The scene where we heard their lovemaking over the flashbacks montage. WHEW. WHOA. (I did say, to my friend @shortpplfedup, something something Jom started really fading away after that intimate scene and something something had the ontology cough cough outta him, ANYWAY.)

The way that Yai pitched forward when Jom finally disappeared.

AND I MOTHERFUCKING SCREAMED WHEN JOM AND MUSTACHIOED YAI WERE ABOUT TO TOUCH INTO THE WATER AGAIN, AND THEN THE DIVER EMT WAS LIKE, BLOOP I'M HERE AND OH, JOM, YOU'RE ALIVE IN 2023. I yelped in the deli, shit. The way Jom was silently screaming in the water for Yai.

And, so. In the "present" day (present dimension, really), Jom survived that CRAAAAZY car accident (LIKE! WHAT?! He flew out of the car into the water, bros! The magic of fiction, anyway.)

He.......he holds space for Ohm?! Looking BACK on that scene, AFTER we get the explanation of the 32 blessings, we realize: despite Ohm's infidelity and his promise to a new woman, Ohm is still important in Jom's life -- he's still a beloved presence, as he did mean something, for a long time, to Jom. Of course, modern Jom did NOT let a moment to shade Ohm pass him by, oh no. But wasn't that interesting to note? That Jom's dimensions would allow Ohm to be in those dimensions -- that Ohm would be reincarnated through Jom's 32 blessings (at least in the past direction).

You know what I also loved about seeing Jom in his present-day apartment, with the present-day Jeed, Ohm, and Khaimuk (aka Fong Kaew). I LOVED WHAT THAT CASTING, THE SHIFTING OF THE CHARACTERS AND CHARACTERIZATIONS, SAID ABOUT JOM'S PERSPECTIVE OF EQUITY IN 1928 AND 2023.

Jeed is NOT Khun Eaung Peang. Jeed is ALL SASS. But Jeed is YOUNGER than Jom. Jom, in 2023, is P'Jom, with the honorific. Present-day Jom can smack his little sister's head in jest. Jeed can be OUT and SAFE and have a crush on her girl friend, safely, and can ask for her brother's support, OPENLY.

Jom never stopped being Jom, whether it was 2023 pre-accident, 1928, or 2023 post-accident. Jom is comfortable in his own skin, and wants happiness AND EQUITY for the people he loves around him. I love that the casting and characterizations of the incarnations of the characters reflect Jom's state of mind that all people are equal and the same, no matter a fancy honorific or a royally appointed residence.

I screamed at @shortpplfedup when I saw Jom wearing the white thread in bed during the thunderstorm. I stopped, rewound, and saw he was wearing the white thread in the water scene with Warrior Yai. The white thread never left his wrist -- he still has his blessings intact.

And, and, and, back to the house of Palanthip in 2023. Who's the lady of the house? This lady knows Jom's the only one who can open that chest. The chest opens, the drawings are there, THE PICTURE OF THEIR PARTY, AND THE LETTER FROM YAI TO JOM, THE LETTER, THE TEARS, AKSLKDF, AND, AND, AND --

Oh my god, I was crying, y'all. Shit. Just our confident dude, striding in, asking Jom, sweetheart, why are you crying. And Jom jumping into Yai's arms.

I was shaking my head. I mean. I love that we learned that Yai actually HAD HIS OWN BLESSINGS CEREMONY because he was so lost after Jom's departure. WE LEARNED ABOUT THE REST OF YAI'S LIFE. We know, now, that the Yai of 1928 yearned for Jom for the rest of his life. So much so that, at the twilight of the life of 20th-century Yai, that he had the good mind to leave Jom a letter, to let Jom know that his life was a good life, because Jom had been in it. To let Jom know that Yai's love had never faded away.

AND THEN THAT YAI CAME BACK TO JOM.

Jom, dude, you're a good dude, for these good people to be coming back to you, in dimension after dimension. That monk was right.

I told you this was just blathering; I can try to put some sensible thoughts together in a few days, but the structure of this story, the empathy of this story, the way this story was leveraged by drama and romance and HOPE. I mean. This series was utterly fantastic.

I know there's the lifelong debate of whether or not BLs "count" as queer media, and in many, many instances, they do. But since I've had the disappointment of Only Friends and GMMTV on my mind lately, I had to note, mentally, particularly during the lovemaking scene, and during the closure of this episode, that Tee really fucking handed it to anyone who criticizes BL as a not-as-sophisticated drama genre.

And you know what? I also wanna say that Tee fucking handed it to GMMTV as well. I am so DAMN glad this series was airing when Only Friends was airing. While Only Friends sat on the opportunity to present progressive ideas on queer love and queer community, IFYLITA ROLLED right into it.

(I'll ask @lurkingshan to fact-check me on the following:) Because this series was a historical drama with a queer romance centering it, I think Tee Bundit could feel free from the chains of BL tropes and expectations to do something truly singular. I felt that what I was watching was cinematic, it was moving, it was strikingly emotional, particularly because I felt that this show was showing me something that transcended any viewer's expectations of what we should be watching, as opposed to, say, a BL set in an office like Tee's Step By Step. Where that show fumbled was in the show itself not knowing if it was a workplace drama or a BL-centric romance.

IFYLITA knew what it was: a historical drama, certainly centering romance, but also balancing conversations about equity and wealth disparities across eras. With that uncomplicated centering, I think Tee Bundit made an absolutely BRILLIANT show, and it fucking WORKED.

I will scream to anyone who'll hear me. If you haven't watched I Feel You Linger In The Air yet, do it, PLEASE PLEASE. Y'all know I am an Aof Noppharnach girlie for life, and I LIVE FOR MOONLIGHT CHICKEN, I DO, I DO, all of my Asian references in MLC and the food and everything, god I loved that show, but --

IFYLITA was a cinematic masterpiece. Full stop. All hail @neuroticbookworm and @lurkingshan for telling me to keep with it after my Step By Step-PTSD. This show was worth every last minute I spent watching and writing on it.

Season 2, Warrior Yai, let's get him a better mustache -- let's FUCKING GO, BABIES.

P.S. BRIGHT AND NONKUL FOR LIFE, FOR LIFE!!!!!!! THE ACTING!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #best show of the year #tee bundit #bright rapheephong #nonkul chanon #i feel you linger in the air meta #ifylita meta

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A GUTS ASK MEME ISN'T A BAD IDEA, RIGHT? prompts from olivia rodrigo's sophomore album, guts (2023) — part 1/2. ↳ trigger warnings for mentions of alcohol, drugs, grooming, abusive relationships (mental/emotion, not physical), and car wrecks. some lines have been edited or omitted for clarity and comfort.

ALL-AMERICAN BITCH.

"I am light as a feather and as stiff as a board."

"I pay attention to things that most people ignore."

"I'm alright with the movies that make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty."

"I am built like a mother and a total machine."

"I feel for your every little issue, I know just what you mean."

"I make light of the darkness; I've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket."

"I forgive and I forget."

"I know my age and I act like it."

"I got what you can't resist."

"I am light as a feather, I'm as fresh as the air."

"Coca-Cola bottles that I only use to curl my hair."

"I got class and integrity just like a goddamn Kennedy, I swear."

"I'm a perfect all-American bitch, with perfect all-American lips, and perfect all-American hips."

"I know my place, I know my place and this is it."

"I don't get angry when I'm pissed, I'm the eternal optimist."

"I scream inside to deal with it, like, "Ah"."

"I'm grateful all the time. I'm sexy and I'm kind. I'm pretty when I cry."

BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

"Haven't heard from you in a couple of months, but I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up."

"You're callin' my phone, you're all alone, and I'm sensing some undertone."

"I'm right here with all my friends, you're sending me your new address."

"I know we're done, I know we're through, but God, when I look at you, my brain goes, "Ah". Can't hear my thoughts."

"Seeing you tonight... It's a bad idea, right?"

"Fuck it, it's fine."

"Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?"

"I only see him as a friend... The biggest lie I ever said."

"I only see him as a friend... I just tripped and fell into his bed."

"Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans."

"I know I should stop, but I can't."

"I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where or in whose sheets."

"And I pull up to your place on the second floor

"I'm sure I've seen much hotter men, but I really can't remember when."

VAMPIRE.

"Hate to give the satisfaction asking how you're doing now."

"How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about."

"Look at you, cool guy, you got it."

"I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes."

"Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise."

"I loved you truly; you gotta laugh at the stupidity."

"I've made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst one look fine."

"I should've known it was strange, you only come out at night."

"I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naïve."

"You sunk your teeth into me."

"Bloodsucker, famefucker, bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire."

"Every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news."

"You called them crazy. God I hate the way I called them crazy too."

"You're so convincing. How do you lie without flinching?"

"What a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill."

"Can't figure out just how you do it and God knows I never will."

"Went for me and not her, 'cause girls your age know better."

"You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard? You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart."

"I tried to help you out, now I know that I can't, 'cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand."

LACY.

"[Name], oh, [Name], skin like puff pastry."

"Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?"

"Dear angel [Name], eyes white as daisies, did I ever tell you that I'm not doin' well?"

"Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time."

"It takes over my life, I see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bear."

"Smart, sexy [Name], I'm losin' it lately. I feel your compliments like bullets on skin."

"Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate, well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?"

"Like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots. You got the one thing that I want."

"I try to rationalize, people are people, but, it's like you're made of angel dust."

"[Name], oh, [Name], it's like you're out to get me. You poison every little thing that I do."

"[Name], oh, [Name], I just loathe you lately."

"I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you. I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you."

BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL.

"Cat got my tongue, and I don't think I get along with anyone."

"I'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke."

"I hate all my clothes. Feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones."

"I guess I should go. The party's done, and I'm no fun."

"I broke a glass, I tripped and fell. I told secrets I shouldn't tell

"I stumbled over all my words. I made it weird, I made it worse."

"I laughed at the wrong time, sat with the wrong guy."

"Searchin' "how to start a conversation?" on a website, like, how to flirt?"

"The morning after I panic, oh God, what did I say?"

MAKING THE BED.

"Want it, so I got it, did it, so it's done."

"Another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun."

"Another piece of plastic I could just throw away."

"Another conversation with nothing good to say. I thought it, so I said it, took it 'cause I can."

"Another day pretendin' I'm older than I am."

"Another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine."

"Another thing I forced to be a sign."

"Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am, gettin' drunk at a club with my fair-weather friends."

"I push away all the people who know me the best, but it's me who's been makin' the bed."

"I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am."

"Every good thing has turned into somethin' I dread."

"I'm playin' the victim so well in my head."

"But it's me who's been makin' the bed."

"Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am, countin' all of the beautiful things I regret."

"And every night, I wake up from this one recurrin' dream, where I'm drivin' through the city, and the brakes go out on me."

"I can't stop at the red light, can't swerve off the road, I read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control."

"I tell someone I love them just as a distraction; They tell me that they love me like I'm some tourist attraction."

"They're changin' my machinery, and I just let it happen."

"I got the things I wanted, it's just not what I imagined."

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you dont understand how much i love heather and lacy and cindy lou who like. conan wants to be heather. olivia wants to be lacy. sabrina want to be cindy. and allll for dif reasons

conan's heather is a girl whos just so nice. so so nice and that makes it worse that he just cant like her. because as much as he would like her, she has the eyes of the one guy he likes. heather is so much better than him in that boy's eyes, and he wants to be like that so bad

olivia's lacy is the girl who has everything olivia wants. she cant help but admire her, yet hate her at the same time. how is it fair that lacy gets everything olivia wants? she's the greatest thing to exist and olivia despises her for it and wants to be who she is so bad

sabrina's cindy is a girl who took sabrina's place. even if sabrina tries to move on her mind will always be stuck on the past, and how easily cindy took the space she'd been forced out of. bc of how much she misses her past, she wants back her place that cindy took so bad

Only if you knew how much I liked you / But I watch your eyes as she / Walks by / What a sight for sore eyes / Brighter than the blue sky / She's got you mesmerized while I die

I'm not even half as pretty

But you like her better / Wish I were Heather

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel / But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she / Walks by

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell? / Dear angel Lacy

But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere / The sweetest torture one could bear

I feel your compliments like bullеts on skin / Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate / Wеll, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

You got the one thing that I want

Try to rationalize, people are people, but / It's like you're made of angel dust

Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me / You poison every little thing that I do / Lacy, oh, Lacy, I just loathe you lately / And I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you / Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

I saw you laughing in one of his pictures / But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger

Maybe he met you somewhere in the desert / While he was soul-searching, he found someone better / Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do / Cindy Lou Who

Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed

If you're waking up now in his old bed / At his family's house, know that you're just / Breaking my heart

And I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissin' / The boy who I love who's now in love with you / Cindy Lou Who

#these are just my interpretations btw. may be wrong to the actual meaning but this is what it means to me #uhghgh i love them #i can characterize my blorbos and their relationships into them. actually<3 #conan gray #heather by conan gray #olivia rodrigo #lacy by olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter #cindy lou who by sabrina carpenter #i wanted to write the lyrics so i could cherrypick and also Bold stuff #<3 #musica #Spotify

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I just started to listen to Guts by Olivia Rodrigo, and OH MY GOD!

LACY IS SOOO GAY!!!!!!!! I was shocked when I first heard it. People were saying that the singer was just jealous and admiring Lacy, and that people who thought it was Olivia singing about a crush only heard one line of the song. The line was, "I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you. Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how it worships you." It was towards the end too, so it felt like it was finally being blatantly stated. The use of "rotten mind" makes me think that the singer feels like the romantic thoughts she has for Lacy are bad or that her mind is tainted; a possible cause of religious trauma. The use of jealous just proves the fact that the singer thinks Lacy is perfect. Lacey most likely appears completely straight, maybe she even has a boyfriend. These are things that could make the singer feel jealousy towards Lacy without her being attracted to a boy instead of Lacy.

But there were so many more layers to it. Maybe I'm reaching, but Olivia describes Lacy as the most gorgeous person to ever exist. There were little things that seemed gay to me too.

One lyric said that Olivia was "watching, hiding in plain sight". The person singing could have been closeted. "Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of Hell?" Possible homophobia and religious trauma. "I care, I care, I care." Referring to her feeling for Lacy. "It takes over my life I see you everywhere." Sounds like love to me. "The sweetest torture one could bear." The sweetest torture meaning the singer being afraid to tell Lacy how she feels because of the fear of Lacy being homophobic or losing Lacy. "Smart, sexy Lacy. I'm losing it lately." The singer falling deeper in love with Lacy and losing her mind over it. "I feel your compliments like bullets on skin." This could be the singer hurting because she thinks that she will never be with Lacy, but loves her so much. "Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?" It explains itself. "Like ribbons in your hair, my stomachs in knots." Butterflies in her stomach. Her stomach doing cartwheels. Or her anxiety around her. The fear of Lacy possibly knowing that the singer loves her; I remember having that paranoia while I was closeted from my friends and I'm still closeted from my family. "You got the one thing that I want." I first lost hope when Olivia sang this, because I thought that she was referring to a boy, like most people did. She could be, but she could also be referring to Lacy's love. Lacy's love could be the one thing that she wants.

There were also vivid descriptions of Lacey that the singer says, and it adds to the gayness of it. "Skin like puff pastry." "Eyes white as daisies." "Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time." "Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate." "Try to rationalize, people are people. But it's like you're made of angel dust."

Come on, I get that everyone interprets art differently, but it is undeniable that Lacy sounds gay as fuck if you look at it in this light.

I used "the singer" instead of Olivia's name because I don't know if she would be comfortable with people questioning her sexuality. She could be an ally trying to spread representation, or she could have made the song without the intention of it being about a wlw relationship. It could be about a jealous ex girlfriend obsessing over the girl that is dating her ex. I don't like it when people disrespect other people's logical interpretations though. It's okay to disagree and have a different opinion, but don't belittle the people who disagree with you. So, this is me educating and lecturing those people.

Sorry about the ranting in essay form.

#olivia rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo #guts album #guts era #Lacy #wlw #lgbtq #lgbtq community #homophobia #religous trauma #Purple is the gayest color #Her album covers...

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If you ever want to make me cry, just remind me of this scene okay?

I wrote this in tags but tumblr won't let me post all of it so adding here ;_; lacie even tumblr is against you

#this is the most and i can't stress enough /the Most Beautiful/ panel of hers#that melancholy on her face realizing everything had gone wrong because of her (no it didn't it was not your mistake)#she is hung up in chains and in literal Hell pregnant and waiting for death (the absolute death of no return or reincarnation)#and sees her brother (or rather her brother in the another's body) and as perceptive as she is immediately realizes all that's gone wrong#since she was gone#since she was cast into the abyss#the realization that her brother too has died and has come into the past to......did she realize it was to make it so that she never#was born? she probably continues blaming herself as oswald continues further into the past#like she can't even get peace while waiting for her death#that makes her line so powerful#she apologizes when she has been the sole victim in this whole grand scheme yet she apologizes sincerely with a sad smile ;;#even while realizing what oswald was up to she apologizes probably hoping that he won't blame himself too much#hoping this is her last word to him even if they were never to meet again in the changed world#she has the Most Beautiful soul in this story and i mean it#my lacie character analysis is coming together please i wanna write so much about her#but every bit of her is so angsty that i end up reading her parts all over again and crying over it#instead of actually writing anything

#pandora hearts #lacie baskerville #retrace ci #may-reads-ph

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sinceileftyoublog · 5 months

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Olivia Rodrigo Album Review: GUTS

(Geffen)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Olivia Rodrigo had wanted to title her second album "GUTS" since she was making her debut, SOUR, because she was interested in the various colloquial contexts in which we use the word. No, you're not going to find the singer-songwriter's second album on the shelf next to Exhumed's back catalog--referring to entrails is about the only meaning Rodrigo doesn't conjure from the word. She mentions "spill your guts," and the album certainly has the same diaristic quality as her first record. She also brings up the phrase "hate your guts;" lo and behold, at times on GUTS, Rodrigo foregoes the sarcasm and facetiousness of SOUR for full-on diatribes and revenge fantasies. But the connotation that stands out most to me, listening to the record for months after it's now come out, is one of courage. Simply, it takes a lot of guts to make an album like this.

From the start, Rodrigo sets up the unrealistic expectations she's under, physical and behavioral, both as a young woman and as a celebrity. On the Joan Didion-inspired, dynamic and choral "all-american bitch", she sings "I'm grateful all the time / I'm sexy, and I'm kind / I'm pretty when I cry," fully aware that she's encapsulating a caricature more than a real character. Appropriately, she spends the rest of the album contradicting the idea of the ideal feminine. Knowingly regretful, she hooks up with an ex on the stuttering power pop jam "bad idea right?" She's jealous of a "dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate" on the layered and ghostly "lacy", her vocals and producer Dan Nigro's synthesizer skyward before they come crashing to a painful, realized whisper. On piano and strings ballad "the grudge", she posits that while "It takes strength to forgive...I don't feel strong." Rodrigo swims in imperfection.

Rodrigo's deep dive into her own humanity, though, sets her up for longer lasting strength. For every lambast of "bloodsucker" and "fame fucker," iconic as they are, there's a line like on "logical" where she sings, "I know I'm half responsible / And that makes me feel horrible." Synth rock standout "love is embarrassing" is especially impressive, as Rodrigo collates all the cringiest things she's ever done--the type that would keep most people up at night--and turns them into a singular anthem of teenage awkwardness. On "making the bed", she realizes that as much as she's resentful of certain aspects of her life, from the toxicity of the music industry to her penchant for social errors due to homeschooling, she has the ultimate agency to change things. She's stated the song was the hardest on the album to write, and the delicate balance between blame and acceptance is palpable. There are even multiple layers to "get him back!" Sure, Rodrigo wants "to meet his mom and tell her her son sucks," but she also wants to reconnect. Otherwise, why would she care?

Ultimately, GUTS has proved to be one of the most rewarding pop records of the year due to its sheer humanism. You can find solidarity in a song like "pretty isn't pretty", a shimmering dream pop standout instrumentally wedged between "1979" and Alvvays, one that decries the extent to which capitalism promotes unrealistic standards, beauty or otherwise. But it's closer "teenage dream" that ensures the album ends not on a bang, but on a relatable wince. Small moments, like the pseudo "you're not from around here" record scratch after the first chorus, build up the unease to emphasize Rodrigo's final moment of self doubt: "They say it gets better / But what if I don't?" Kudos to Rodrigo for putting to words and music what we're all thinking all the time.

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#album review #olivia rodrigo #guts #geffen #geffen records #sour #exhumed #joan didion #dan nigro #alvvays

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thetwstwildcard · 10 months

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The temptation to make Etienne a yandere for Leah and somewhat force a "you chose him last time so choose me this time..!' ideology to Lacie

Just a ton of pinned butterflies in his dorm room, has one of the lilies that Leah turned into upon death preserved-

#lizz rambles #yandere #I really am out here giving my Yuus yanderes to deal with #He DEFINITELY dresses Lacie in some of Leahs old clothing to pretend #he is Lacies fear of how Lilia would like her #aka as a new body holding Leahs soul and her reincarnation and not that she is a whole new person #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #Diasomnia

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m00nprincessai · 3 months

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Haeri Park || WLW

~Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately. I feel your compliments like bullets on skin. Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate. Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?~

♡Gal-entines Day Series Vol. 2♡

WLW [FEM POV]

Haeri can't stand you--- every aspect of her career is compared to yours despite the fact you're her hubae. Everything just seemed to come so easy to you, and it infuriates Haeri who clawed her way to the top of the K-Pop charts.

She's even more pissed when your agencies decide for you two to star on your own reality series together.

But as the two of you spend more time together, Haeri isn't sure if she wants to be you, or wants to be with you.

Art Credit: if you know the artist please let me know, google lens provided no traceback.

Welcome to Gal-entines! ♡ My valentine mini series dedicated to my sapphic cuties out there~

I've wanted to do a bot centered around Olivia Rodrigo's lacy for awhile now.

♡I'd really love if if you left a review! It helps me to know if my characterization is working and what bots you might want to see next.♡

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No. No, this wasn't happening; this couldn't be happening. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, after all. Tominaga Yuki had an encyclopedic knowledge of Shin Dere - the storyline she'd been reincarnated into, for better or worse - and that was how she knew. Annique needed to get to the bottom of this dungeon. She needed to take down the frustratingly strong mini-boss at the centre, and retreive that ancient spellblade that'd boost her stats into the stratosphere. But, that seemed, wasn't going to be the case.

"Tominaga-chan, I..." Annique began, her voice clear despite Yuki only being able to see her butt. "I might be stuck..." With a blush, Annique jiggled away in the constraints of the maintenance shaft's frame. Even if she was just a talking ass right now, Annie was still adorably cute. Outfitted in a red-and-gold sash, the would-be adventurer jostled about, trying to wrest her fat body from the clutches of her own gluttony.

Did this make Yuki an enemy? Was she an antagonist, now, for pumping Annie up with buttery treats, until her butt was the size of a treasure chest? Did this count as some kind of debilitating, overpowered debuff? Yuki could already see the status marker in her mind; Fatty. Movement speed is halved. Hunger accrues at a tripled rate. Cannot fit through shortcuts. "We-- We're almost there, I promise! Just a little further!"

Annie's defeated moan could be heard for miles; crystal clear, full of disappointment. "I'm stuck, though...! Maybe lunch should have waited..." Biting her lip as she tried to budge forwards, Annie could feel her sandwich-filled stomach protest as it oozed about. She'd been so strong, just to get this far. To be defeated by her own belly was a humiliation she doubted she'd ever live down. "Wait! Tominaga-chan, push me!" Annie commanded, her thick, fat legs wiggling away.

"Huh?" Yuki gasped. Now it was her turn to be defeated. Thanks to those damn fanservice-filled designs, that she'd fallen for all too easily, Annie's fat thighs were entirely exposed. Save for a few straps - of course - Annie's flabby, sweat and cellulite covered legs, were 100% available to Yuki's fingers. Annie had developed into an impossibly fat pear-shape - or even a Rangou, from Shin Dere's own biology. Whilst Annie had complained over the flatness of her chest, and the fatness of her ass, that hardly mattered right now. Annie was 100% ass, and Yuki needed to push it. Maybe she'd even sneak a look at those lacy black panties, while she did. If she was an antagonist now - the Dark Lord of Feederism - she might aswell play her role...

#oc fic #wg #shin dere #or betrothed bereaved #in the localised title ofc #stuckage

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A/N: For the @pandorazine ! I got to write about my favourite family, Lacie, Oswald, and the two Alices. I did a slightly canon divergent piece—just pretend that Lacie and Oswald can get reincarnated and that everyone got reincarnated together.

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“I’m pregnant,” Lacie announced casually one Sunday afternoon. Seated in front of the grand piano in his music store, she ran her fingers along the keys and added, “And we’re out of milk.”

From behind the counter, Oswald looked up from the form he was filling. Lacie didn’t say anything else, her fingers striking random keys in the faint semblance of a song. The afternoon sunlight bathed everything in a golden glow. Aside from her first statement, this was a typical Sunday afternoon, down to her humming. Not sure how to reply, Oswald tentatively tried, “We can buy groceries after.”

“Hmmm, I should make a list.” Lacie leaned back on the piano seat. Her frilly dress flowed around her like a flower’s petals. “Bread. Eggs. Lettuce.”

As she rattled off needed items, Oswald scrawled them quickly on a pad of paper. She still didn’t say anything about her first statement. Was it a joke? He couldn’t tell sometimes with her, when she was serious and when she was just teasing him. It would probably be that way for the rest of his life.

“Oswald.” He looked up to find her standing in front of him now. Lacie leaned forward, elbows on the counter and resting her chin on her interlaced hands. Smiling, she stated, “You’re an uncle.”

Somehow, he had expected more fanfare for such important news. Something dramatic, maybe, or at least an announcement that didn’t sound like she was talking about the weather. Immediately, he asked, “This isn’t a joke?”

“Not this time, brother dearest.” Her wine-red eyes took him in, her smile as sardonic as ever. “What do you think?”

“Pregnant…” Oswald glanced at his sister’s flat belly. “You’re sure?”

“There’s other ways to tell than that.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll get fat soon enough, don’t worry.”

“How?” As far as he knew, his sister had never taken on a dedicated lover. There had been people who’d sought her, of course; Lacie was beautiful. It was impossible for anyone to resist her. There was that blonde actor who liked to follow her around like a lost puppy, or her mysterious stage director who had a different woman on his arm every time they crossed paths. And beyond Lacie’s job at the theatre, there was the market, the post office, the tailors. The city was full of people. “Who?”

“Well, I don’t really want to explain to you how a baby’s made.” Lacie laughed, shoulders shaking. “As for who…well, that doesn’t matter.”

He frowned. “It doesn’t?”

“No, he will have nothing to do with them.” Lacie straightened, standing tall now. A hand rested on her belly. “My kids are mine. And I suppose they’ll have you to look after them, right?”

Despite her light tone, he could hear the unasked question behind it. The fear that kept her spine rigid. Oswald was dense when it came to most social matters, but there were things even he understood. Last time, she had gone through this alone.

Last time?

“Oswald?” Lacie repeated.

Leaving the counter and his thoughts, he walked over to her and nodded. “Of course.”

“Great.” Lacie hooked an arm through his and steered him toward the door. “Babysitter’s are expensive.”

ii.

“Isn’t she cute?” Despite how exhausted his sister looked, lying on the hospital bed, her tone was as light as ever. Her cheerfulness had never been the infectious type; that was the bubbly blonde from the theatre. Instead, Lacie had always been darkly jovial, like pink on black or a flower crown on a skull. She pushed her sweaty locks away from her face, her other arm cradling her baby.

“She looks like you,” he commented idly, looking at her other baby in his arms. Oswald hadn’t expected twins. The eldest one was the spitting image of his sister, even with her eyes closed and random tufts of brown hair. Glancing at the one in her arms, he frowned as he took in her white hair. There was only one person he knew with that hair colour. “Is their—”

“Everyone will know Alyss is the older one,” Lacie interrupted, cooing softly as she poked her sleeping baby’s cheek.

His frown grew deeper and he tried again. “Is their—”

“I bet Alice will cause her a lot of trouble.” Lacie smiled at him pleasantly, but he knew the sharp expression in her eyes. This line of questioning would get him nowhere. “Now, brother dearest, will you kindly stop asking?”

It bothered him. Even now, eight months after she’d told him, he was no closer to figuring out what had happened. Maybe Lacie had just woken up one day and decided she’d have kids, married or not. It would be difficult, in their society, for a single mother, but Lacie had never balked at anything merely because it was hard to do. Actually, she never stopped for anything and Oswald wished that sometimes she would just take a step back and think before she acted.

Still frowning, he glanced from one baby to the other. “You named them both Alice?”

“No, no. Alice and Alyss,” she corrected gently. “The spelling is different.”

“It sounds the same.” He reached down to push a stray hair out of Alice’s face. Half-asleep, her tiny hand grabbed him, her fingers too small to even encircle his finger.

How tiny. How soft. He wanted to show her a world she’d never seen, the places a princess locked in a tower could only dream of.

“Alice,” he muttered. He couldn’t help but smile.

iii.

“Oz,” a three-year-old Alice blurted out, her chubby hands on his knee.

Sitting in the living room, Oswald set aside his newspaper and frowned. Lacie hadn’t been pleased when Alice’s first word had been ‘Oz’, though Alyss slightly mollified her by saying ‘Ma’. Even now, a year after the fact, she still sometimes glared at him and called him a baby thief. It hadn’t helped that the girls started walking when he had been watching them.

Now, though, that they were three and rapidly increasing their vocabulary, it was time he corrected this mistake. He was not going to live with this nickname forever. “Oswald.”

Alice beamed happily. “Oz,” she chortled, bouncing on her feet. Her hands were still on his knee, the only reason she hadn’t fallen over. “Oz!”

Oswald furrowed his brow. This happened every time. Slowly, he stressed, “Osswaalld.”

Cocking her head, Alice blinked. “Ooo…Osssswwaa…Oz!”

“Ossswaalldddd,” he tried again; she had been close.

“Oz! Oz!” Alice giggled.

iv.

Sitting on a stool in the kitchen, Oswald glanced at the clock. It was ten am. “I have work,” he announced, slowly standing up.

Lacie clicked her tongue and pushed him back down. “Not for another hour, and you have plenty of time to get ready.” Her grip was firm, as though challenging him to get up again.

He glanced up at her. “Why are we doing this?”

“It’s fun,” she stated matter-of-factly. He could almost believe it was the truth. “And it’ll be funny.”

That second one was probably it. He stared at her flatly. “You want to do this.”

“Maybe, brother dearest.” She wrapped an arm around him, taking on her sweetest tone. “But the girls are expecting it and you wouldn’t break their heart, would you?”

Before he could reply, two eight-year-old girls dashed into the kitchen, their arms overloaded with lipstick, nail polish, and other make-up goodies. Still in their pajamas, they came to a stop in front of them.

Looking entirely too proud of her bounty, Alice almost dropped her load in her effort to show off. “I got everything!”

“You like this, uncle?” Alyss glanced at Oswald shyly. Ever her mother’s daughter, she hadn’t taken to him like Alice had. Some things, it seemed, never changed.

He wasn’t sure where that thought came from. Lacie stepped on his foot and he stared down at it. “That hurts.”

“Why can’t you ever take a hint?” Lacie bemoaned, rubbing her forehead. “You like this.”

It wasn’t a question. Oswald nodded; it was too late now anyways. “Yes, it’s fine.”

Alyss smiled softly and slowly lowered herself to her knees before dumping everything on the ground. “I’ll make your nails pretty,” she informed him, determinedly studying the nail polish they’d grabbed.

“I’ll fix your hair!” Adding her stuff to the pile, Alice picked up a comb and several rubber bands. He would probably have a million ponytails at the end of this. Oswald hoped it wouldn’t be as hard to remove as last time.

“And then we’ll do his face,” Lacie chimed in, picking lipstick.

“You’re doing this too?” he asked, knowing what the answer would be and wishing otherwise.

Lacie’s smile could only be described as pure evil. “Don’t worry, you’ll be a hit with the ladies after this.”

(He was not a hit with the ladies.)

Oswald glanced up at the sky. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and with the sun gently beating down on them, it promised to be a warm day. Finally, winter was over, and he could go on walks again to the nearby park. Though he didn’t mind going out in the cold, it took far too long to put on every single one of Alice’s layers and she always insisted on joining him. Children, he found, needed jackets, sweatshirts, hats, gloves, scarves, snow pants, and two layers of socks.

Children also couldn’t put all of those on themselves.

Still, it was spring now, and he didn’t have to think about that anymore. Standing by the front gate to their small bungalow, he closed his eyes. Somehow, despite the season change, the waiting was the same.

“Hello.”

At the unfamiliar voice, he opened his eyes. In front of him stood two young men, probably in their mid-twenties. As tall as him, they were dressed in suits and appeared to be businessmen. The blonde one had a pair of mismatched eyes, a green and a red that looked just like Lacie’s. The other one was raven-haired, his expression tight as though he was suppressing something.

Oswald cocked his head. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he knew these two. “You…”

“Yes?” the blonde one replied eagerly. He had been the one to initiate the conversation too. “We?”

“Stop.” The other one—his brother, Oswald’s brain supplied helpfully, though he couldn’t say how he knew—rested his hand on the blonde’s arm. Shaking his head, he tried to pull back. “We shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s too late. We’re already talking,” the blonde pointed out, his eyes never leaving Oswald’s for a second.

“I know you,” Oswald stated. He could feel the truth of it in his bones, a fact just like he knew Alyss was secretly feeding a stray cat or that Alice couldn’t sleep without her stuffed rabbit.

The brunette stepped back. “No, you…we shouldn’t…”

Oswald waited. He was good at that, so he waited and watched and felt the soft tap of a memory in the corners of his mind. It was the same feeling he got sometimes when he looked at the girls and Lacie, the sensation that he was making up for past mistakes. “You look happier,” he said. That was a truth, though he didn’t know why.

The brunette’s expression almost crumpled at that. “Yes.”

Reaching out, the blonde grabbed Oswald’s hand. “And you? Are you happy?”

The hand holding his was shaking. There was an importance, a weight to this question that he couldn’t understand. Glancing from one man to the other, Oswald nodded. “Yes.”

The relief on their faces was heartbreaking. Oswald didn’t know them, but he remembered another hand reaching for his. Two tiny ones from two tiny, eager boys. It was on the tip of his tongue, the words, the names. “Gilb—”

“Uncle Oz!” Alice yelled as she bounced out of the door. “I’m ready.”

Oswald glanced at his niece, running down the path toward him. When he turned back, the two men were gone, leaving not even their shadows behind. He stared at the empty space in front of him, still feeling the weight of the blonde’s hand, the ache of the other’s expression. His heart hurt.

“Uncle Oz?” Alice asked, looking around him. Confused, she stared up at him, eyes wide. He could see a glimmer of the future in them. “What’re you doing?”

The space in front of him remained empty. Those men, he intuitively knew, wouldn’t be back. Shaking his head, he held out his hand. “Let’s go.”

#pandora hearts #oswald baskerville #lacie baskerville #alice pandora hearts #alice #alyss #ph #fanfic #gilbert nightray #vincent nightray #I wish there was more Oswald content with gil vince and alice #canon did not feed me enough

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