hi everyone! i'm tana. i’m an overworked, hopeless-romantic in the er. this is my side blog (main is @/keyotos) and i hope u guys enjoy the prompts i put out here.
little bit abt me ↓
i'm 18 & vietnamese
i'm a writer
i flow in and out of inactivity
i also have another blog: keypostos! mostly multifandom.
regarding prompts ↓
use my prompts w/ credit (just @ me)!
um plz don't use my prompts for dark content
okay that's all! requests are closed and i hope u guys like my prompts!
masterlist ↡
from newest to oldest!
fluff
⇸ is this love?
crush (one-sided) feelings & scenarios
⇸ counting the steps to the door of your heart
prompts about yearning
⇸ the best feelings
some things to incorporate in your story plot, or some things to imagine (platonic or romantic)
⇸ the look of love
how to describe a loving gaze
⇸ we'll just pretend
not friends nor lovers... what are we??
⇸ snap a picture, bring it on
prompts for when you're utterly obsessed w/ someone
i can read the small font but lowkey it is kinda more comfier to read if they were bigger :'D
Thank u for letting me know!! Honestly I’ve just been using the small font for like aesthetics so like it won’t be a hassle to switch it up to something larger. Thank you!
I came across a post the other day where someone said the small font was hard to read (they were visually impaired). Just wanted to see if you guys are able to read the font, and if not I’m willing to make it larger. Thanks!
buddy-cop banter/scenarios for your characters' shenanigans
⇴ "sure is quiet out here..." "what did you just say?"
⇴ a duo that commits to the bit no matter what. they go from pretending to be world-class act magicians (they have no idea how to do magic and just say fukitweball) to really good detectives.
⇴ person a and person b have to act like they're siblings even though they look nothing alike. "so... you guys are related?" "adopted. they were, not me. i still remember the day we took you out of that cardboard box." person a squeezes person b's cheek.
⇴ the classic good-cop, bad-cop. except the usual good-cop, bad-cop switch roles.
⇴ ↑ person a slams their hands on the desk, "you don't wanna talk? fine, we can make you talk," and person a starts pulling out random items (vase for ashes—for intimidation; really long pencil—to threaten to harm the suspect; other stupid trinkets).
⇴ "i'll have you know i am the best lawyer in this city!" person a has not practiced any law and is one misdemeanor away from getting thrown in jail, "and you do one thing to harm or discriminate my client," aka person b, who got dragged into this for no reason, "you are going to jail."
⇴ "i mean seriously, what happened to public decency these days?" "not sure but i think it started to decline once you came to this city."
⇴ "should i... ask?" person c says. "absolutely not." and "yeah, what could go wrong?" person a + b chime in at the same time.
⇴ "nonono, trust me. this will work." "the last time you said that i got my car ripped in half. my car. RIPPED. IN. HALF." "but you got a new one?"
⇴ person a and person b are working together to open a steel door that won't budge. there's a pin pad on the side that allows people to come in, but after millions (twenty) tries, they give up. person a decides to shock the pin pad into malfunctioning, but actually blows a fuse and causes the entire building to power down. now, the pair have to find their way into the room AND get out in the dark
⇴ classic mystery-solving except person a and person b have absolutely no idea what they're doing. plot twist if it's some kind of social experiment by a bigger antagonist but your characters still cannot solve the damn mystery (even if the clues are right in front of them)
⇴ ↑ "does this seem... too easy to you?" "hey now that i think about it, yeah it does. let's go the other direction. the suspect can't be that stupid, right?"
⇴ in order to get out of a sticky situation, person a has to pretend that they killed person b to escape. person a screams once they're found, "HELP I KILLED HIM," and flees the crime scene. person b flees shortly after
⇴ "who's that person next to you?" person c asks, referring to person b. "what person?" "that person." "are you mentally ok?"
⇴ person b is trying to reverse out of a parking lot with person a in the car but they're taking forever. "give me the damn wheel," person a says. "no i can do this myself" person b hisses. "you just turn the wheel in a circle but you're choosing to make a sixteen-million point turn!"
⇴ "oh my god is he dead?" and person c is very obviously dead. "hello!!" person a slaps at person c's still face "can you hear us???"
⇴ person a and person b need to hide paper evidence, so person a convinces person b to stuff the paper in their mouth. when asked about it, person a says, "wisdom teeth surgery. now stop pressing them! they're in pain and going to get an myocardial stress infection if you keep doing this!" mind you... myocardial pertains to the heart.
⇴ person a and person b are somehow transported to an alternate universe where they meet a more skewed version of themselves. now, they must find a way to fix this reality AND get a way back. bonus if the alternate pair are totally uncooperative and have no idea what they're doing
⇴ "hey, woah, you got your impression of us totally wrong!" "is it because person a is ___"
⇴ "yes, me and person b do not get along sometimes. yes, we butt heads and argue and call each other profanities and whatnot. but let me tell you, person b has more integrity in their damn fingernail than you have in your entire body. and you should be grateful if you even have an ounce of the nobility person b has."
verse two. nobody knows what it's like to be us | series masterlist
pairing: bucky barnes x fem reader
about the series: it’s the late 30s in brooklyn, bucky barnes is your best friend, and he’s always gonna be someone that you want. (or, the spring into summer series)
summary: you survive an entire summer in massachusetts without your friends. bucky missed you a normal amount
contents: prompt from lovely @keyotosprompts — "the constant need to reach out. the constant need to grab their hand, rub their arm, and put your head on their shoulder." give tana some love!!
Everyone sitting around the table gets to watch as the light reenters Bucky Barnes’ eyes.
He stands up so abruptly he almost flips the wooden table they’re playing poker around, his jaw hung open slightly in shock.
“You alright there, Barnes?” Mr. Flanagan asks, glancing away from his chips.
He wanders away from the table in a daze, slapping his cards against Sam’s chest. Without another word, he says, “Sam, I’m dealing you in.”
Steve glances up from his spot on the couch, curious.
The Lauriers’ house party is in full swing, the front door practically revolving with the amount of neighbors walking in and out. It’s something they host at the end of every summer, a little get together before all the neighborhood kids are forced to go back to school.
You, Steve, and Bucky have been out of school for a few years, but the Lauriers’ party isn’t something you grow out of. Everyone on the street shows up to it, whether they graduated thirty years ago or have never been at all.
Every window in the house is wide open to try and let some fresh air circulate. So through the front window, everyone watches as Bucky Barnes wanders right into your arms.
It’s been a rough summer without you in Brooklyn.
You went off to visit some family in Massachusetts for the summer, and Bucky Barnes did nothing but go to work, come home, and mope.
Steve was losing his mind.
Everything in the world reminded him of you apparently, whether it was the flickering streetlight by his favorite diner, or someone wearing the same pair of shoes that you have. Having a conversation with him was like walking through a landmine — any slight misstep would set him off on a tangent about you.
So, watching you walk up the Laurier’s front steps, basically walking hand in hand with Bucky, brings Steve a great sense of peace.
Bucky rushes to get the door for you, revealing Steve on the other side, ready for his own hug.
“Welcome back from the dead,” he jokes, as you sweep him into your arms. You squeeze him so hard he wheezes. “How was Massachusetts?”
“Sunny,” you say, shining. Your hair sits a little bit shorter than it was when you’d left, and your skin glows with the kiss of the sun. “You didn’t miss me too much, right?”
Steve glances over your right shoulder, where Bucky is looking at you like you hung the moon. His entire demeanor has changed, like he’s come home after a long day of work. He’s hovering close, like he’s afraid to stray too far.
“We got by,” he decides to say.
Having you back in Brooklyn seems to restore Bucky to his usual self. He’s practically beaming as he leads you over to the couch, his hand ghosting your lower back the entire time.
The other twenty somethings Steve was sitting with earlier light up when they see you, your neighbors jumping into questions about your trip and how you’ve been. He and Bucky take a seat while you catch up with one of your friends on the other side of the couch.
You answer excitedly, talking about the lobster and clams you tried and how hot it’d been. The way you describe the shore sounds like a dream, and your friends ooh and ahh and ask if you brought back any souvenirs.
Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second, a look in his eyes that Steve recognizes all too well. It’s the look that comes on his face whenever he’s thinking about you.
When you finally find your way back to the two of them, Bucky is quick to curl his arm around you like he’s afraid you’ll run off. You don’t seem to mind it at all, soaking up the proximity like a sponge, even tilting your head onto his shoulder like you can’t help it.
Bucky pokes at the sleeves of your shirt, mumbling something about tan lines and sunburn. Steve doesn’t think his friend realizes it when he starts twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. You respond in low tones, smiling at his jokes and teasing him about this or that.
The two of you have always taken to bantering like ducks to water. Even after an entire summer apart, it’s like you haven’t been gone at all.
“You must be starving after that train ride,” Bucky says a little while later, squeezing your shoulder. “I’ll fix you a plate, yeah?”
Steve didn’t think it was possible, but you light up even more. “Thanks, Buck.”
Seeing the two of you interact is like watching one of those pictures you like at the theater, the ones filled with romance and outlandish plots. You two are hilarious.
“So, Stevie, how’ve you been?” you ask, reaching over to hug him again. “I missed you two tons. I even almost caught a train back just to come visit.”
“Just couldn’t stay away for too long, huh?” he asks, amused. He fights the urge to expose how lovesick Bucky was without you, and settles on saying, “We missed you a bunch too. Your family wasn’t too bad this year?”
Even though you groan in frustration, you still perk up like you were waiting for him to ask. “Oh, don’t even get me started…”
Apparently, your cousin wandered off and had to be brought back by a cop two towns over. It’s only when you get to the part of the story where you cousin is swimming through a river that Steve laughs so hard you have to insist ten times over that it was true.
Bucky, a bit red in the face, appears sometime when you’re talking about how you’d learn to fish. “They tried to drag me back into that poker game,” he grumbles, sitting beside you again. Your knees knock together with how close he is. “Apparently Sam’s poker face is no good.”
“Poor Sammy,” you say, frowning. “How’d they manage to get him to play?”
Bucky shares a quick glance with Steve. The two of them blink at each other before the former decides on saying, “No clue.”
He hands you your plate, stacked high with enough food to feed a family. His hands linger for much longer than they need to, and Steve snorts.
The two of you look at him with varying levels of concern on your face. He wonders if either of you even realize how gone you are for each other.
He smiles. “Sorry. Something in my throat, I think.”
hold it against me, cool to the touch / nobody knows what it's like to be us
somebody finds me in the shallow end / love you like i mean it just because i can
OMGGGG i come back from the hardest, most stress-inducing, tiring day at the ED to this!! stop it rn. i love seeing my prompts be used and this was the SWEETEST THING EVER. LOVE THIS MADE MY DAY!!!
verse one. love you like i mean it | series masterlist
pairing: bucky barnes x fem reader
about the series: it’s the late 30s in brooklyn, bucky barnes is your best friend, and he’s always gonna be someone that you want. (or, the spring into summer series)
summary: bucky and steve drag you out to betsy head pool for the first day of summer.
contents: author thinks theres something very romantic about tossing the girl you’re in love with into a pool! best friends in love shenanigans
There are two facts that decide your fate on the first day of the summer of ‘35.
One, the Betsy Head Pool costs ten cents to swim in after eleven AM.
Two, you’re in love with Bucky Barnes.
You think you were already halfway in love with your best friend a month after you met him. It means that now, after three years of friendship, you do nothing but fall victim to the deep brown of his eyes and whatever stupid ideas he has.
It’s why you’re here now, only a few hours after the sun has come up, waiting in a line wrapped around the block just because he’d asked.
You lean heavily against Bucky’s shoulder, eyes half lidded, taking steps forward when he does. Once in a while, you feel his finger prodding your sides and you have to bat him away.
“This line was half as long last year,” Steve complains, a sentiment you’re quick to jump on.
“Gosh, I know. Why’re this many people awake at the crack of dawn?” you grumble, squinting up at the front of the line. Someone’s arguing with the girl working the front gate.
Bucky laughs. “Not everyone stays passed out until noon like you do.”
You move to pinch him, but he catches your wrist, grinning. “How’s it my fault you two were up ‘til three in the morning?” you say. “I could hear you giggling through the walls. Kept me up all night.”
“And you still sat all by yourself in your room?” Steve asks, shielding his eyes from the sun with the palm of his hand. “You could’a come sat with us.”
“Real funny, Steve.” The argument happening at the front gets quickly resolved when someone pushes straight past the pair of them, and it’s like the floodgates open up. Talking loudly over the sudden commotion of people rushing through the entrance, you say, “My mom would’ve strung me up by my ankles if she caught me out there with you two past ten.”
It might not seem like it, but your mom loves Steve and Bucky. It’s why they’re always allowed to sleep over at yours, albeit on the old living room couch. They insist they don’t mind the old thing, but you’ve caught Bucky massaging out the cricks in his neck at breakfast more times than you can count.
You’ve offered a million times to let them take your bed, but everytime, they look at you like they’ve been shot. They’ll always be two boys too nice for their own good.
As the three of you pass the girl working the front gate, you hear snippets of her conversation — “No, sir, your son can’t swim if he’s got a cold,” — but pass by quickly to beeline for the pool. Bucky and Steve shirk off their shirts by the bleachers behind you, and you take your chance to test the waters.
The deep end of the pool goes up to eight feet, which is perfect for jumping off the diving board, but not so perfect for the too-cool summer days. This end of the pool basically never heats up.
You whip your head around to gape at the two of them. “You two’re actually crazy if you get in when it’s this cold.”
Despite the early morning chill, there’s plenty of crazy people already in the water, everyone eager to get in the pool after months of a brisk spring. Steve’s quick to join them, launching himself in and sending an arc of cold water up at you.
You inhale sharply, the sensation like ice on your skin. He resurfaces a second later, his hair plastered to his forehead.
You splash him with your foot, swiping droplets off your arms. “Steve, I hope you freeze.”
He tries his best, but he’s not very good at concealing the chattering of his teeth with how wide he’s grinning. “C’mon, it’s great.” He hangs onto the side of the pool to try and make a grab for your ankles, which you try your best to kick away. “It’s warm, swear.”
Steve’s still going back and forth with you when he aims a sort of mischievous look to the right of your head.
Realization settles in quickly as the panic seizes you — as does Bucky.
His arms come around your sides, one around your ribs and the other tight around your waist. You make an effort to pry him off of you, but he’s always been about as stubborn and unmoving as a mule. This close to him, his laughter is pressed right against your ear, and it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
He steps off the ledge and gravity drags the both of you into the depths of the water. It’s a shock to your entire system, the cold pricking at your skin.
You can hear Steve’s voice say something as you go under, and you make sure to yank on his leg as you follow the bubbles back up. The boy is very quick to swim away in the direction of the diving board before he can incur your wrath.
Bucky’s already grinning at you when you come back up and lock eyes. The sight of it is so sweet that you splash him in the face.
“Real funny,” you say, your words coming out like a gasp of air. You already miss the warmth of his arms around you. It sucks to be so lovesick for someone like him — someone you know you can never have.
It irritates you how much he loves to rile you up, but it’s hard to fake being mad at him when he’s smiling like that while he reaches out to drag you over to the shallow end.
Practically shivering in the water, you wrap your arms around his neck and exploit him for his body heat. He doesn’t seem to mind much, pulling you closer with one very warm arm.
“Sorry,” he says, more amused than apologetic. “But who would I be if I didn’t take one of Steve’s dares?”
“Probably someone a lot smarter,” you say, shutting your eyes when he sends his own wave of water at you.
You sputter in shock. “Oh, you better—”
Beyond amused, he mocks you, “Oh, I better?”
“You’re lucky I don’t drown you on the spot,” you grumble, flattening his hair over his eyes. He still manages to grin at you despite it.
“But then who would you trick into payin’ for your food?”
“I don’t trick you,” you argue. “It’s your fault you don’t let me foot the bill for anything.”
“Oh, come on, sweetheart. How am I supposed to let you pay when you always look at me like that?”
Your heart twists in your chest. He always does this — always says things that make your stomach flip without having any idea.
“I’m only looking at you, Buck.”
The two of you get distracted by the sight of Steve on the diving board, cheering for him when he cannonballs back into the water.
Bucky turns back to look at you. Your heart aches when he winks.
“Think that’s the problem, then. Can’t exactly turn down a pretty girl like you, can I?”
Your hands burn from where he’d held them. Bucky Barnes is very good at making you feel like you’re at the center of the universe.
Steve makes his way back over to the two of you, but he doesn’t get to escape the way you wrestle him to the pool floor.
(“What was that for?” he cries, when the two of you come up for air.
“You know exactly what, Steven!”)
You each take turns tossing a penny into the water and watching the other two scramble to find it first. Bucky and Steve have a great time nearly drowning one another as they push and shove for the coin.
Adrenaline coursing and winded after a few rounds, you manage to convince Bucky to head to the bleachers with you while Steve joins a game of chicken with one of your friends from school.
“You’re calling it quits already?” he asks, trailing behind you, though he sounds like he’s just as tired.
“No,” you lie, your teeth chattering. Soaked to the bone, the cool morning does nothing but worsen the chill. “The two of us are making a detour.”
Bucky slips his shirt back on, raising an eyebrow at you. The fabric is striped and is dotted with splatters of pool water. “We are?”
“You’re buying us all hot dogs. We passed a Sabrett’s on the way here,” you decide. Just the thought of the little wooden cart down the street is enough to get you to rifle around for his wallet quicker. “Quick, Buck, I’m freezing.”
“What? It’s Steve’s turn to pay!” he sputters indignantly. Despite his annoyance, he still slips his towel around you to stop your shivering, rubbing your back in sympathy.
You lap up his touch greedily, leaning towards him and the warmth radiating from his skin. “His birthday is soon enough, isn’t it? It can be an early gift.”
He flicks at your shoulder lightly. “A month is nowhere near soon,” he grumbles, though he forks over a few nickels without another word.
“You’re such a big softie,” you tease, pinching his cheek just to irritate him. “Thanks, Bucky. I knew I heard you saying something about not being able to say no to your best friend.”
He laughs at that, pulling you closer by the fabric around your sides. “Well, only when she’s real nice to me.”
All you can do is hope that he can’t tell how lightheaded you are. You swallow.
“Good thing I’m plenty nice, Buck.”
“Yeah?” The look on his face is making you feel even dizzier. “What do I get for being so chivalrous, then?”
You’re sure that all of the blood in your body has rushed to your face. Your laugh comes out so giddy that it makes Bucky grin.
“I won’t tell Steve you were the one who broke his fan.”
Poor Steve has been forced to spend every hot summer night by his window, his electric fan in tatters somewhere under his bed. Bucky had knocked it over one day trying to throw baseball pitches in his room, and it’s been broken ever since.
Right now, Steve’s convinced Ms. Malukas’ cat from upstairs came in through his open window and pushed it off his table. He has no idea the true culprit has been Bucky the entire time.
His eyes widen, and he tosses a look over his shoulder, like Steve’s gonna appear right behind you.
Bucky drapes his arm around you while he ushers you towards the front gate. “Alright, you menace. You want relish on yours?”
The rest of the day smells like chlorine and tastes like the free lemonade from Sabrett’s. You think you would be happy living this day over and over again for the rest of your life.
spring into summer, and the winter’s gone / i try to hold on to it, but the current’s too strong
somebody finds me in the state i am / love you like i mean it when i know i can’t
notes: guess who successfully kept this under 2k words BANGG
best friends to lovers fiends (like me) pls check this out
my favorite lines:
“You already miss the warmth of his arms around you. It sucks to be so lovesick for someone like him — someone you know you can never have.” GODDDDD this makes me sick
“Oh, come on, sweetheart. How am I supposed to let you pay when you always look at me like that?” AND THEN “I’m only looking at you, Buck.” AND I’M GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE
“‘Think that’s the problem, then. Can’t exactly turn down a pretty girl like you, can I?’ Your hands burn from where he’d held them. Bucky Barnes is very good at making you feel like you’re at the center of the universe.”
“‘Yeah?’ The look on his face is making you feel even dizzier. ‘What do I get for being so chivalrous, then?’” HES A FLIRT OMG SAVE MEEEE
and basically every conservation that reader and bucky had.
honestly if ur an best friends to lovers fiend check out all of love’s work. PLS she has a PhD in bffs to lovers.
⇴ having to not act crazy when person a feels their hands brush over person b's
⇴ seeing someone for the first time and having your eyes linger back to them because of how beautiful they are
⇴ blinking a few times because you can't believe the person in front of you is real
⇴ complete denial of feelings whenever someone else brings it up, but in private you can't help but hide your face and blush because of your feelings
⇴ person c says, "so... are you guys dating?" and person a tries to cover their ass and says, "what?! no! no. no no no."
⇴ trying to focus on one subject but person a cannot (for the life of them) get their mind off of person b
⇴ person a feeling the back of their neck get hot & getting flustered when speaking to person b
⇴ person a catches themself trying a bit harder when interacting with person b (whether it be dressing up, trying harder in a subject/sport, etc) and cringes ("what the actual fuck am i doing?")
⇴ person a reads up on a subject/piece of media/hobby that person b enjoys to try and talk to them later (bonus: person b finds out and says, "you didn't have to do that. i was always gonna find a way to talk to you anyway.")
⇴ sneakily setting up dates
⇴ eventually, once the relationship is established, person b jokes about person a's crush on them. person a responds with, "stop it. am i actually that obvious?"
⇴ person a acts all suave and nonchalant in front of person b, only to become a whole mess after they stop talking. like literal shambles, rethinking the entire conversation, and dragging their hands across their face shambles.
⇴ pressing your lips together to prevent a big grin from appearing on your face because of person b's antics
⇴ trying not to think about the other person, so you do everything imaginable to keep them out of your mind (reading, coding, watching tv—you name it). but everything always comes back to them.
⇴ person a and person b start off as the only chill co-workers in the workplace, which creates a friendship between the two that could blossom into more
⇴ jealousy being the beginnings of a crush. person b wondering why they feel their heart sink when person a mentions that they're going on a date.
⇴ or person b's jealousy causes them to be a bit touchier with person a, causing person a to start developing a crush on person b
⇴ it randomly hits them. person a is just sitting around with person b until they're like... "wait. i really like spending time with person b. i'd spend all my time with them if i could. i want to kiss person b—WAIT WAIT WHAT"
⇴ person a starts to imagine person b in rom-com situations. totally unintentional btw. but person a realizes that person b embodies most of these rom com love interests, and slowly starts to realize maybe there's something there between the two of them.
⇴ sharing earbuds in and realizing the proximity is too much and they're so warm and their skin is so soft and that one focused face they make is so captivating and... oh.
⇴ "why do i even keep you around?" "because you have a crush on me" "WHAT." how do they know how do they know how do they know
↑ whole time other person is just oblivious and said it just to fuck with the other one.
⇴ something that originally starts off as a friends with benefits situation develops into more over time. you don't know when you started admiring the crease of their eyebrow or the way their mouth parts when you do that thing. you don't know why it makes you feel so good seeing that.
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how to be a true YEARNER (jk yearn how u want)
⇴ person a watching person b trail further and further off, and person a is frozen in place. person b—though walking away—seems closer than ever through person a's gaze
⇴ being completely hyper-focused on a book, yet every page, every beautiful metaphor reminds person a of person b
⇴ you two are both lying next to each other and you feel asleep. the person next to you has to try their hardest to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. just one stroke of the cheek is all the desire—the chance to have their hands brush across your soft skin.
⇴ "i just can't do it man" "do what?" "i can't just sit in front of them and act like everything's normal. i want more, but i know that it would be wrong to have it. but i need them. i feel crazy—am i crazy?"
⇴ person a keeps thinking about person b, even though they've only met once. once their eyes meet person b's, everything slows. nothing else matters except for the smile on their face. something clicked.
⇴ "have i ever told you that you were the one thing that just made sense?" "no, but go on." and the other person malfunctions because... well where do they start. how do they go about this w/o rambling, or letting their true feelings out?
⇴ the constant need to reach out. the constant need to grab their hand, rub their arm, and put your head on their shoulder.
⇴ wanting to know everything about them—little or big: their daily schedule, what shampoo they use, whether they are feeling the same as you. any crumb of information would be satisfactory
⇴ anxiously bouncing your knee in hopes that you can see them and have a conversation. finding any excuse to come up and talk. you just want to see them and have your eyes fall on their silhouette.
⇴ they laugh at something you said, and the melodious sound of their chuckle carries around the room, gracing your ears. now, you start planning another joke, hoping to hear that warm sound again.
⇴ "i don't think i can hide it anymore. how it's like my heart is on the verge of a heart attack when you text me. how i've delved into all your favorite movies, books, and tv shows ever since you've told me about them. how i wanted to be close to you—not just physically."
⇴ "i kept doing all these things just to see if you would do them with me. i really wanted you to be there with me."
⇴ the way that everything is fine and under control until they take one look at your lips.
⇴ "you're doing that thing by the way. when you lie to make someone feel better? you bite the inside of your bottom lip and nod, then you make this really pitying look with your eyes. like a squinty thing." "...wow"
