As a kid, I knew that something wasn’t quite right with the events that unfolded at the time. Even though it was never brought up again under any circumstances by either one of my parents, it’s something that always stuck with me. I can’t say it’s a memory that I tried to suppress seeing as it was always there at the back of my mind, bothering me like an itch that wouldn’t go away unless properly scratched.
gets a series of texts from Jack just minutes before their shared class is due
to start. Bitty is alarmed for several reasons—Jack’s preference for sending
single texts, and the fact that Jack is normally in class before Bitty at the
top of the list.
Jack 9:56 Are there seats in the back row?
Jack 9:57Can you move to the back row
and save me one
Jack 9:57Near the door on the east
sure what’s going on, but he gathers his stuff quickly, dumping it into his
bag, and heads to the back row near the specified door, trying to type as he
moved. Got a seat for you. Everything okay?
Jack 9:59Is anyone near you?
people further down the row, and about five rows in front. Teacher just walked
in and is setting up.
looks around to the door, holding his phone in case it buzzes again with a
message from Jack.
teacher calls the class to attention and there’s still no sign of Jack. It’s
not like him to miss class. Bitty wants to go out and find him to see what’s
going on, but he can’t now that the teacher has seen him. He gets out his books
and pen again, and focuses to the front, keeping his phone visible on the desk
just in case.
an ear out for the door, and just as Professor Miao begins her lecture, he
hears it opening. It’s almost like Jack was waiting until he knew she’d
sticks his head through the gap and looks around nervously. He meets eyes with
Bitty, who raises eyebrows at him, trying to get some clue as to what Jack’s
been texting him for. As Jack pushes the door open slowly, and hurries quietly
in, practically tiptoeing over to the seat Bitty has saved for him, Bitty
thinks he knows what Jack’s been worried about.
You think me and my friends are the Phantom Thieves? I have no idea what you're talking about
Ruyji, over speaker phone:
Hey master criminal dude. We still holding our Phantom Thieves meeting later today? You know, the meetings we hold to talk about our next targets? Like who we're gonna steal from? Man, being a Phantom Thief is so much fun. It's so cool that you and I are Phantom Thieves. Us. You and I. We're Phantom Thieves.
Bitty is lounging on the
couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face
appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he
is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit
more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s
not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the
series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to
either cheer or weep.
Bitty swipes the screen
and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s
sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say
eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges.
Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases
in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.
Chowder is out of breath.
Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to
her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.
Bitty sits straight.
“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m
gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just
adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.
“WHAT?!” he finally
Chowder laughs, assuming
that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.
Jack appears, blinking
against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused
frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.
Bitty just holds up a
finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr.
Jack holds up his hands
and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out.
Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.
“It’ll be great, Bitty,”
Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the
day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”
Bitty is just shaking his
head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now,
Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy
Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from
Jack’s eyebrows shoot up
and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.
“But, Bitty,” Chowder
begins to argue.
“No, you listen to me.
Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves
better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron
proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”
Jack’s laughing now.
Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to
“I love her, Bitty. I
want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t
overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.
“Chowder. Don’t put her
on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”
“My family will be
there,” he attempts to argue.
Bitty sighs. “That’s
intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who
absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle
a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”
There is an exhaled
breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that
Jack makes a gesture to
put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his
gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully
“Hey, Chowder,” Jack
“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he
was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so
much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when
talking to Jack.
Jack smiles. “So what’s
going on? Proposing to Farmer?”
Chowder sighs again.
“Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to
approve of his plan.
“Well, what’s your idea?”
“I wanted to propose to
her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”
Jack’s face relaxes into
that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree
with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an
Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to
say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you
rather she says yes because she really wants to?”
The silence at the other
end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just
wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.
“Yeah. You’re right,
Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.
Jack’s still smiling
however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”
Bitty eyes his boyfriend
with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.
Jack winks. Normally this
makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he
stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”
Bitty scoots out of the
room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too
quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to
the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep
so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into
the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit
tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule,
y’all. One he does not deviate from.
“Good Lord, babe. What
did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”
Jack shrugs. “Just some
stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight
sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.
“What did you do?” Bitty
mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.
“Do you think you could
make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle
that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six
pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty
ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on
what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses
him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.
On Friday, Jack loads the
pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling
Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a
secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would
get that boy to talk. Thankfully, Jack
did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer
sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a
sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood
in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The
whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too
happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.
Bitty continues to say
nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber.
Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.
“What are we doing here?”
Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.
Jack just climbs out.
They grab the pies and walk
into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just
frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they
see who is waiting in the benches.
“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench.
“I’ve missed this fucking place.”
“Shitty was just telling
us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs
and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.
“Dude. Naked hockey
sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.
Dex and Nursey are arguing
as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex
laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH
GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately
claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.
Bitty eyes the group and
the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”
Ransom grins. “Jack had
us grab some stuff on our way in.”
Shitty steps forward,
eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”
Jack smiles and immediately
starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has
flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are
candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And
on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.
“Oh my God,” Bitty
exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a
word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.
As the sun is about to
set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”
The group ducks behind
the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and
Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve
missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”
Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he
says. Shitty laughs silently.
The team watches, peeking
over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous
looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to
the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is
laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that
time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex
on the ice without a blanket, babe.”
Holster and Ransom hear
this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.
Shitty just smiles and
wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”
Bitty just watches as
Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but
still videoing the moment.
“So, I’m doing this here
because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts
to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused
but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the
world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so
afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going
to do this after the Sharks won.”
“Go Sharks!” Farmer
cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!”
Chowder beams and Bitty
is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he
loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun
casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of
jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.
“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder
takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”
There is a long moment of
silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.
“Yes!” Farmer shrieks
finally. “Oh my God, yes!”
She tackles Chowder onto
the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is
openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”
Ransom and Holster are
the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are.
And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder
had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.
Jack turns off his camera
and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking
Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay?
Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty
“Thank you for helping
Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”
“I know. That’s why I did
it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible
to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still
bothering him a little…
Bitty nudges Jack as they
all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes,
though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.
Jack slows his walk and
the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of
earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.
“I always thought,” Bitty
begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to
Bitty sighs. “I thought
that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”
Jack tenses. For a
moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve
been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and
his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out
kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private
place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.
“Don’t worry, Bitty,”
Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic
cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”
With that, Jack pulls
away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to
recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he
rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say
things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”
Jack just laughs and
Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.
… you think the Tweets are funny, wait until you see the construction trucks working, the school buses they were on, people think they were in “The Hunger Game” and some people partying to… speaker phone music, people using mattresses as floats.
It’s really bad and sad.
Side Note: I’m actually feeling pretty sorry for the locals that gotta clean this mess up after they leave.
It’s funny to see them “suffer” and “scammed” but the real losers are the local residents. :(
Unless the locals decided to tell them “no one gets on the plane until you guys clean up”…
The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.
Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.
“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.
“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”
Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.
Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.
“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.
“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.
“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”
Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.
“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.
“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.
Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug
“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.
“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?
“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.
What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .
The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.
“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”
Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.
“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking
“Can I borrow your phone?”
Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.
“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.
“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face
“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone
“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.
He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.
“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.
The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.
“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.
Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.
“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.
Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”
Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him
“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.
Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.
Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”
And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same
this is for all the people who won’t leave me alone about writing josh smut. i’m sick today but this is all i’ve got in me, while i work on the next bit of heartbeat.
You can hear Josh giggling on the other line as soon as you answer you phone, and immediately, you know what to expect. You let out a sigh, rolling over and switching your bedside light on so you can get you bearings; pulling the phone away from your ear, you see that it’s 1:30am.
“Josh, it’s one in the morning,” you grumble.
“Oh, shit, baby, I’m sorry,” he responds, dragging his words out. “I didn’t know it was that early. Or late. Or…” He trails off, immediately beginning to laugh; you hear another laugh in the background that you recognize to belong to Brendon.
it’s about someone having a hold over you. this is a recurring theme throughout a number of songs on our album. Our favorite line from the song is “I can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom”
This song is pretty self-explanatory. It’s about the idea of not knowing what’s next. Accepting the fact that your life won’t be as comfortable as everyone makes it out to be when you’re younger. It’s about finding out life is a longer road than you had expected. Favorite line: “Let me be a raft on a blue sea I’ll blend right in”
Looking Like You Just Woke Up:
This was the quickest song we wrote. It happens to also be the shortest on the record. Same idea as from Flashlight - just someone having a hold on you. (One of our good friends fell in love with this girl that still had a boyfriend and so in order to make time with the girl, he hung out a lot with the boyfriend and her. He slowly found out that the girl he thought he loved was kind of a bitch and he found that maybe the one he really loved was her boyfriend. They have somewhat of a romantic relationship now. And they are living together.) The vibe of this song comes from that situation. Favorite Line: “It probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide”
This song is actually about buying drugs in Pennsylvania. The line was originally “I bought weed. A big bag in Pennsylvania. I’m gonna light it up when I get home to Jersey” We changed it because none of us have bought drugs or smoked ganja. ever. Favorite Line: “They’re gonna ruin my whole summer. Stop taking pictures with your phone. Stop taking pictures with your phone.”
we met a kid at a punk rock festival we played in Rhode Island. He didn’t do much talking and we called him the Zombie Kid because he was passed out in a pile of sticks. The next day when he came out of his coma, he was asking us about directions on the best way to get passed NYC on a bike. His summer plan was to ride from his home in Vermont to Florida. All that he had with him was a backpack full of drugs. No joke. Drugs. Then we shook hands and he went on his way. On that same tour - two months later - one of our last shows were in New York City, and guess who we fucking see? Zombie Kid. Backpack empty. We asked him what happened and he said he made it down to South Carolina and had to turn around and come back. favorite line-“She says you gotta promise not to break not matter how far you are bent, she says you gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again”
It’s about the same deal. Someone having a hold over you, so much so that you’d be willing to put yourself in danger, to change yourself in order to make them like you. But the song is all over the place and that’s just a small part of it. Favorite Line: “And it’s an aerial view from your house to my room”
I put myself in someone else’s body and I wrote this song about my life.
The voicemail in the breakdown is from one of our friend’s dads to our friend about some dumb shit about a girl. He saved it and we added it later on to our song. Months later, the girl’s mom cornered me in the grocery store and asked me if we could take that voicemail out of the song. But we’re punk rock so we left it.
Favorite Line- “There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool”
The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming:
I got stranded in Germany one time and I missed Thanksgiving. Side note: On Thanksgiving, I ate a hot dog with some weird potato shit on it in Amsterdam but it was still mad good. As I was walking around Berlin, I found this circus of freaks - it was more or less a sideshow act but it was free so I went in. I met a dude who was a gangster drug dealer, he let me stay at his house and was actually super nice. He cooked me food and went to Amsterdam with me. But while I was staying in his house he explained to me the rules of the streets in Berlin. Everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose, everyone is part of the program.
There’s so much in this song. Take it for what it’s worth. Favorite line: Please take me off speaker phone, this is a private conversation.
Legit Tattoo Gun:
This song was originally called “MJ” because when we put it out we gave it two different names on two different websites. If you know this song as “MJ,” you’re way more punk rock. At one point, I was making out with a woman who was making out with a lot of other people. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. Favorite Line: “I am not a dirty god, I don’t have a dirty body”
This is about a friend of mine that asked me to be there with her when she came out to her mother. Favorite Line: Curly hair don’t look good cut short.
Imagine sitting around the kitchen table, a big window on the wall, but it’s too late at night to see outside. It’s the first few chilly days of fall, meaning you haven’t quite convinced yourself to turn on the heat for the year. Instead, you and S.Coups sit next to each other at the table, sharing a blanket while you both lazily munch on popcorn. Nothing seems relevant, but this song playing quietly around you and how your body curves into Seungcheol’s.
Despite all the curtains open painting the bedroom in a white film, despite how many times you had previously tried to wake Jeonghan up, he refuses. You would pull the covers away, only to see that that didn’t bother him. You would try everything, but somehow he would always find a way to grab your hand and pull you back into bed, wrapping his body around yours tightly. The alarm would still be going off, as it had been for ten minutes. When he pulled you into bed for the final time you would settle after hearing the radio from the alarm play this song. The world had a funny sense of humor sometimes.
Maybe you knew the words to this song, maybe you didn’t; within the moment though, but when you listened to it with Joshua you felt as though these lyrics, this beat, the tone of voice was made specifically for this moment. You had been trapped with Joshua in this recording room for a few hours, however you weren’t really trapped, either of you could have left at any time. It just didn’t feel right to. When this song played, when you rested your head in his lap and laid out your body on the cold hardwood floor, his fingers laced in your hair, you understood why you were trapped. It felt as though the universe had kept you two together to live out this moment, a moment where everything was truly perfect.
Just like the lyrics stated, it was the middle of the night. When you would look back at this day in the future you wouldn’t be able to say why you were out in the first place. You had taken a break from your late night drive in the middle of nowhere, stopping at a gas station. This song would play over the system and for some unknown reason, the moment it started Jun would look at you with such passion in his eyes, such youthful excitement. He would grab your hand and dance with you in a gas station in the middle of nowhere, a smile on his face that matched yours the whole time.
You hadn’t remembered putting this song on your phone, and maybe you didn’t, maybe one day the sky looked down at you and Hoshi, smiled, and gifted it to you. You were walking down the sidewalk of some suburban neighborhood, a car whizzing by you every few moments. One earbud in your ear, the other one in Hoshi’s. This song would play and even though you had never heard it before it just felt… special. Your arms would brush against each other, the bare skin mingling. You felt as though whatever higher power there was above, it had handcrafted you this moment.
Hearing this song wouldn’t be a one time deal, in fact it was Wonwoo’s favorite. It had the perfect mix between hip hop and a chill vibe. Every spare moment you two would spend together, every lazy day, every few minutes you could scavenge together would be spent holding hands, resting on each other’s shoulders, lazily sleeping with this song on repeat in the background. Every time you would hear this song you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
You two would both be laying in bed, the day just falling into the cusp of evening. You would have your head resting on his shoulder, one of his hands would be lazily gliding over your arm while the other would be scrolling through music on Youtube. It moment seemed perfect the minute he opened up this song, despite the words to them the soft beat and the melodic voice would pull the both of you in. He would rest his head next to yours, and for the next four minutes it would feel like you were the only two people in the world.
The soft lapping of the warm water in the tub would be the only sound besides the beat that this song was creating. You would be resting against Mingyu’s chest in the bath, only this moment wouldn’t feel like a moment of sexual tension, but rather a moment of comfort and sweet intimacy. You felt completely at home in this small bathtub next to the love of your life as a beautiful, beautiful song played ever so innocently in the background.
Imagine driving down an empty road much faster than you should with the car radio and it’s shitty sound system pumping out this song. It’s way too hot out, the windows rolled way down, DK’s sweaty hand clasping around yours with his other hands on the wheel. You two would share a peach lemonade, with only one straw because DK forgot he was supposed to be cute and get another. You would just close your eyes, feeling the wind in your hair and your hand in DK’s. What bliss.
Even though the lyrics to this song aren’t exactly the nicest, the moment he decided to play it in the dance studio you felt as though you had never heard a song as sweet. You two had been in the dance studio for hours, you happily watching and talking to Minghao as he danced every now and then. He would just look at you with a big smile as this song created the most wonderful vibe in the room, even if you hadn’t wanted to dance before you would want to now.
You would be waiting for your flight to arrive and take you back home in the airport, clicking on whatever song caught your eye as you passed the time. Seungkwan’s head would be resting in your lap as he tried to pass the time by sleeping. At one point, he would take the phone from your hands and pick out this song to show you. His eyes would stay locked yours trying to gage your response to it. Seungkwan had the kindest gaze and when the song mixed with it, you could feel nothing but warmth inside.
It had been a day at the beach, the gritty sand had stuck itself under your feet, only you didn’t seem to mind. Vernon had hooked his phone up to the speaker so the only thing you could hear besides whatever song played was the crashing of the waves on the beach. You were sharing an ice cream with this song began, the day finally coming to the end. You would watch the sun set over the beach and hear this song play in the background as Vernon playfully fed you ice cream.
You two had just returned home from a day of sledding in the first snow of the year. Both of your cheeks were stained a deep rosy red as Chan tried to warm your hands in his, every once and awhile blowing hot air into his hands that cupped around yours. This song would play from the other room, probably from one of your roommates choosing to listen to it. The sweet melody of the song would warm you up as you two could do nothing but smile at one another.
Request: jeff atkins dating a dancer of some sort? preferably contemporary or something like that, not like ballet or cheer. don’t really mind the scene/setting/content of the request tbh. (i know that’s not much help lmao) but thanks muchly <3
A/N: I’m still overwhelmed by all the notes/reactions/followers that I’ve gotten! I literally never expected this to happen, my main account has fewer followers than this blog lol. But here is another Jeff Atkins with his POV as well, I hope you like how this turned out! The song I had in my mind for this was Mad World by Gary Jules.
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After another day at school, it was time to pick up Y/N at the Gymnasium where she had her dance rehearsals. They were training for a national competition, so they were training for it every day as it was approaching very fast. It wore Y/N out, but she didn’t want me to know.
The door was open and I walked in, even though I could still hear music and the sound of people dancing. The team knew who I was and they never minded me watching them from the stands. Or rather just watching Y/N. I’d heard the whole routine now and knew they were almost finished with practice.
Even though it was almost finished, Y/N was still giving the dance all her energy. I just loved to watch her facial expressions, because I knew she had worked on them for some time. A laugh, a smile and even a wink to play with the audience. Even though the team was very good, all the attention went to Y/N. Not only because she was my girlfriend, but because of all her energy that radiated off of her. The song finished and Y/N promptly sat on the floor, reaching for a water bottle. The girls and boys of her team left and I walked towards her. Even though she was sweating and breathing hard, she was still the most beautiful girl of Liberty High.
“Hi handsome,” you smiled at Jeff as he came towards you. He reached for a kiss but you turned your head. “Jeff, I appreciate the love, but I’m covered in sweat right now,” you laughed but he kissed you nonetheless.
“Well, shall we go then?” Jeff asked as he had already picked up your bag over his shoulder. You took another big gulp of water and shook your head. “I want to do one more thing,” you stated. He put your bag down again and sat in front of the mirror, anticipating what you were about to do.
You stood up again and connected your phone to the speakers. The soft music was starting and you stood in front of the mirror. “I know I’m in a hip-hop crew right now, but I’ve been trying some new styles on my own now in my room. I want to know what it looks like in the mirror,” you smiled shyly as Jeff’s face lit up. He had never seen you dance on your own.
The music was taking over your body as you started to dance, completely improvising. You made movements that were fitting the song, but also your own emotions.
She was just angelic. I have never seen her dance all by herself and never contemporary dance. But she was amazing. It looked like it was choreographed, the steps fit the rhythm and it felt like there was a whole story behind her dance. And maybe there was.
There was so much pain in her dance; mental pain. I knew she had struggled with depression and anxiety in the past and it felt like she was telling her story to me through dance. She ended her dance by lying on her side, sprawled over the floor.
I quickly had to wipe away one single tear that escaped my eye, because she cheerfully stood up and disconnected her phone from the speaker.
“Well?” she asked me when I slung her bag over my shoulder.
“Simply amazing,” I said and I grabbed her face to kiss her passionately. She responded immediately but then let go.
“C’mon, Atkins. I need a shower,” she grinned and I grabbed her hand as we walked out of the gym and out of the school.
With one squeeze of our hands, she knew that I loved her and that I was always there for her.
First and foremost, can we just talk about ‘Sign Of The Times’?!
I’m telling you guys, this song is going to get Harry his Grammy. It’s ICONIC
and a CLASSIC. His gorgeous, majestic, enchanting and mesmerizing voice is a
gift to us. I just love them so much! I’m so proud of everything our boys have
Now hope you guys enjoy this part 2 of ‘Only If’. Hope you like it
as much as ya’ll liked part 1 :)